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This was stupid. This was so stupid. Why was he doing this? He was going to get himself arrested!
Hyrule slowly turned a corner, walking through the streets in the middle of the night. He had rifled through his closet for anything that could conceivably work as a disguise, and came up with his pajamas, an apron and a bandanna with holes cut through it as a mask.
To put it simply, he looked like a kid playing dress-up.
But he needed to find a hero. Probably someone other than Mimic, since Mimic saw him kill someone. He wandered through the streets, watching cars go by, deals get made in alleyways, people sleeping on the road. This isn’t Castletown Square, appearances are thrown to the wind here. He watched as another shady deal was made between a knight and a Moblin, keeping out of sight. Of course.
He was there for several minutes, pressed close to an old mural of the Heroes as he watched the Moblin pay off the knight. He glares at them. Honestly, even without the money, the cops would probably ignore them anyways, it’s practically tradition at this point. Typical Castletown guards.
At long last, the deal was finalized and the Moblin and guard went their separate ways. Hyrule gave a sigh of relief, stepping away from the mural and out into the nearby streetlight.
He froze when he noticed someone else doing the same thing.
Or, not the same thing. Because when he stepped away from the mural, it started to move, colors shifting around the central figure. It swirled in shades of pink, the hero depicted stepping out of the wall, standing on the pavement! It was-
“I shouldn’t even be surprised at this point. They’re practically the same organization at this poi- Kid? Din’s tits, you’re the kid from earlier! What are you doing here?”
Hyrule froze as the painting of Mimic stepped into existence, becoming the shapeshifting hero himself.
“Kid, what are you doing here? In your sleepwear, no less.”
“I- I need your help.”
The awkwardness was palpable in the air as Legend sat across from the kid. They had decided to go somewhere that wouldn’t ask questions, that was private, not exposed. Syrup’s Speakeasy was the perfect place. Named for the potion smuggling that had happened in another kingdom, Syrup was the go-to witch for if you needed to fly under the radar. Knight, Moblin, hero, escaping prince , she didn’t care.
Which made it a perfect place to talk.
“So, I assume you’re asking for help on your powers?” Legend asked, looking up and down at the painfully homemade costume the kid was wearing.
“I don’t know. I just- I don’t know what to do. But I want to help. I want to help people. Like you.” Legend stared at the kid as he curled into himself under Legend’s gaze, and he quickly looked away.
“You realise what being a hero means? The sacrifices you’ll make, the enemies you’ll face? Nobody will blame you if you leave, head to Labrannya to learn to control your powers.”
The kid turned to face him, for the first time since coming here. “No. I won’t run away. This place is my home, there are people here I care about. I’m going to stay.”
Legend smiled at him, reminded of another spitfire that cared too much about the people in Hyrule. The kid and Aurora should meet someday, he thinks, if she’s ever woken up.
“Okay. Welcome to the world of heroes, kid. It doesn’t get better from here, just easier to manage. Lesson one. How not to electrocute people to death.”