The Undone and the Divine

by AutumnMelon

Summary:

“Vet–” Wind’s panicked voice stops short as white bokoblin nears, already swinging. A hard, hollow crack sounds out.

Blood splatters and Wind drops to the ground, limp.

“NO!”

The Goddess almost seems to echo the scream of desperation.

-
Or, Legend awakens Hylia's power.

Chapter 1

The rancher’s Hyrule was overrun with black-blooded monsters. Near and far, wherever Legend dared to look, there was more. In his chest, his heart pounds with exertion. The tear in his side makes itself more known to him the longer it goes untreated. But his bag doesn’t hold any potions, and it’s nothing to run to the traveller about, wherever his successor may be. 

It’s getting hard to keep up with the crowd–the team’s regular formation had fallen apart by the sheer number of monsters appearing. Legend doesn’t think he’s ever seen so many at once, and this is adventure number seven. In the back of his mind, something panics about that. Being overrun like this is less than ideal. When one monster was felled, two more appeared, being warped by dark magic. Nevermind that black blood only made them stronger. 

Every once in a while, Legend’s hand would reach up to his medallions, before jerking away. Any one of them would help take out the numbers significantly, but they were much too dangerous to use with the others nearby. Forget the fact that it would completely drain his magic supply, if anyone were in the radius, they would be affected too. Legend doesn’t even know what their positions are. 

He couldn’t afford to use the medallions, so he substitutes for other magical items in his possession. 

 “Vet! Seven o’clock!” Warriors yelled behind him.  Legend froze a moblin mid lunge. Then pierced its gut with the Tempered Sword, effectively shattering the ice. It squirmed and made a grab for his head, to which Legend responded with a kick and an ice beam to the infested wound. This time, when he swings, the moblin is effectively shattered along with the ice. “Go help–” the captain’s voice pauses and Legend risks a glance to see the blue scarfed man skewering a tektite. “--help the sailor! Hyrule can’t get to him.” 

Well, shit, Legend thinks promptly. That probably says something about the state the sailor is in. 

They were unprepared for this fight, that much is prevalent–Legend doesn't even have his shield; thus, the duel wielding. But, Wind had a sprained wrist to begin with, having fallen on it. And this fight was continuing to drag on. It was grueling, the hours going by drenched in the scent of blood and sweat. Legend’s sense of coordination has long degraded, so it takes a moment to turn down the instincts and navigate the battlefield. 

He yells for the captain to cover him and doesn’t wait for a reply, forming icicles to fall over the enemies in his path to skirt around their frozen statues. Wind isn’t far– his bright blue tunic stands out against Faron Woods’ dim green and browns.

“Sailor!” The ice is becoming harder to keep up. It is shattering much too soon for his liking and Legend’s vision swims. He still pulls the magic out anyway, channeling it through the rod. 

Getting closer, he begins to see the situation Wind is in. The younger Hero is surrounded and without a shield–though it is broken instead of forgotten entirely. Its ripped straps are still attached to his arm. A boomerang is pinched in his working hand, posed to throw, and the Phantom Sword held incorrectly in his splintered one. 

The boy’s expression is concentrated, but it breaks when Legend yells and he looks over. Mistake . Wind’s blue eyes shine with recognition, but now he doesn’t see the monster charging right behind. ( Mistake. But, whether it is Legend’s or Wind’s, he can’t say .)

Legend shouts, “look out–” 

A large club sweeps out Wind’s legs. Legend watches the other’s face contort in pain as he crumbles to the ground and–

No! –

A portal speaking of the Goddess swirls beneath his feet. Legend’s foot steps onto nothing and the air catches in his lungs. 

The sight of Faron Woods stained with foul beasts melts away as the ground disappears. The air whips at him before abruptly stopping, churning his empty stomach along with it. Legend loses his footing as he falls, ice rod slipping from his hands as he impacts the earth. His joints ache as he pants, the adrenaline causing tremors in his hands and his heart to pound. 

The sound of weapons clashing and battlefield cries are gone. But–

“Ah!” Someone yelps, and Legend whips his head up to spot Wind. The younger hero is stumbling to the ground, a portal slipping out of existence above him. The boy groans painfully, gritting his teeth. “D-dammit all to the depths,” Wind curses. “That fucking hurts .”

The growl of bokoblins interrupts him, and Legend looks around to spot ones from Wild’s era quickly closing in on them. Legend quickly pushes himself up, grasping for his ice rod with the faintest thought of Ravio’s wrath. “Sailor– Wind –get up!”

A mix between a groan and a whine comes from the other hero. “Can’t you see I’m trying to!” But, blood is quickly soaking the boy’s pant leg as he pulls himself across the ground. Getting up doesn't look to be an option. Plus with the Phantom Sword having tumbled out of reach, Wind is defenseless. And there’s something creeping up behind him.

Legend curses the Goddess. Faron woods is gone but whatever forest they are in now still isn’t safe. A flurry of emotions rise in him, panic and terror gripping the tightest. “Move!” Legend rushes forward, but is forced to slow as a bokoblin blocks his path, nicking his arm. He barely feels the pain, so focused on getting there in time. But, even then, as he swings his Tempered Sword down to cut his way through, it’s too late. 

“ Vet –” Wind’s panicked voice stops short–the white bokoblin swings its club. It whooshes through the air with no resistance, and time seems to slow as Legend watches the weapon come closer to hitting. Bashing the other boy over the head, hard, sounding out a hollow crack .

Blood splatters and the scream the boy lets out cuts off as he drops the rest of the way down, limp. 

“NO!” Rips from Legends throat, torn raw.

The world seems to echo, empty. Blood rushes through his ears with each pump of his heart. Too late, Legend whips his ice rod forward and incases the monster in frost. Wind doesn’t move. The bokoblin blocking Legend’s path swings at him as the entire horde of monsters turns their attention to him. He's too late–Wind is still on the ground. 

Where are the others? 

They’re alone , the portal split them and still– still , Wind was entrusted in his care–yet look at what happened. The younger boy is limb on the ground, covered in blood. 

Pain rises in Legend’s chest. With a cry, his sword swings, its sharp blade slicing straight through one bokoblin’s midsection. It doesn’t go down–the black blood holds its wound together. But Legend throws himself into the battle, stabbing, slashing, and shooting with as much magic as he can. He heaves his breath.

“Get away from him!” 

So many go down, yet there are too many. Wind , he needs to get to Wind. 

Desperation pulls at him, choking him. A medallion , he reaches for one. But his magic levels are already too low, and Wind is there. Yet before he can stop himself, he pulls at the reserves of his magic. Envisioning a deep well without a bottom. Going deeper and deeper until he finds something to take. Something that swirls from inside of his chest, deep and unknown. Magic. It pulls back at him and Legend–

He meets it halfway. 

It explodes like a geyser, gushing out to crash over him in a wave. He feels himself become undone. Unraveling like a spool of thread pushed off the mountain side. 

Power, untamed. 

There's a pause in time, like the world has stopped between breaths and it chokes him with dissonance. A bright light emanates from inside him. The monsters fall apart, eradicated at the Light’s touch. Air whips around him, yet does not graze him. 

The infested around him burn , while life blooms a little stronger. 

Her light –it’s coming from him . Like a new skill, it settles in his chest. Quick as a lightning strike, pushing against him and filling his chest with untapped potential. It's disorientating, leaving him untethered.

The light dims, but the feeling does not. Legend’s feet hit the grass– was he just floating?-- and the exhaustion suddenly hits him, nearly sending him stumbling down to the ground.

What was that? Did he just– but–

Wind . 

Priorities. Legend forces himself straight, pushing away the inner turmoil for later. With his trembling legs, he stumbles over to the boy, uninterrupted by any sort of monster. Lay their ashes in the grass, blown by the breeze. 

He falls to his knees, the impact sending tremors through him. With gentle hands, he pulls Wind into his lap, cradled by his thighs. Blood still covers the other hero–though it is drying and beginning to flake. Legend rubs at it as Wind's eyelids twitch. Skin still warm, a pulse flutters beneath Legend’s fingertips when he checks.

It’s like a giant weight melts off his shoulders, and he slumps with relief. 

Legend’s wounds are gone–Wind’s are too by the looks of it, thankfully. The only thing weighing him down now is his exhaustion, and the battle fatigue sits heavy on his shoulders. Yet, as he brushes Wind’s bangs behind his ear, blue eyes begin to flutter open, alive , the world keeps spinning.

Just, something inside him feels different now.

Chapter 2

Summary:

Sky realizes.

Sky is tired. Not even just a lack-of-sleep tired, but a bone-deep tired. The kind he got used to on his adventure beyond the cloud barrier. Still, being familiar with it doesn't make it any more pleasant. Because, really, it isn't. Fi is a heavy extension to his hand as his feet drag across the ground. She chimes on the lack of monsters nearby and Sky takes it as it is, using the opportunity to sheath her. His lungs hurt after the battle the group was just in and his breaths still come in small gasps. As unexpected as the portal was, Sky can’t help but be grateful to the Goddess once more. 

He leans back against a tree, eyeing the others slowly gathering themselves together in the calm. Four is out cold–and has been, to Sky’s knowledge, due to sheer exhaustion. Hyrule is practically falling asleep where he stands beside the Hero of the Four Sword. Honestly, Sky doesn’t feel too far behind. At least, Warriors, Time, and Twilight look more put together. Although the latter looks distressed. Wild is next to him, still covered in mud and holding his bow, speaking low enough to not be overheard. 

Wait. Sky scans the area again. Where are Legend and Wind? 

Before he can say anything, Time beats him to it. Truthfully, that might be for the best. Sky’s sentence would have been more pants than words. “There’s only seven of us here. Has anyone seen Wind or Legend?”

The others look around and there are varying levels of reaction. Though it all means the same: no one has seen them. Sky frowns in worry. 

“I sent the Vet to help Wind not too long ago. They should be together.” Warriors says, then throws a worried look towards Time. “Wind wasn’t doing great.”

The eldest’s face twists. “We need to find them before anything–

Sky’s ears rings suddenly and the Hero of Time’s voice is drowned out as an explosion of Light energy goes out. A breeze passes through, unusually strong. He gasps, recognizing Hylia’s signature quickly. 

It passes quickly, and when he looks up, Time is looking at him strangely. “Are you alright, Sky?” 

“Did you feel that?” Sky asks instead of answering. He looks towards the direction it came from, though he spies nothing out of sorts. It's just wild forest in all directions, but the force came from the West. “That was Hylia.” 

Time frowns. “I didn’t see anything. Are you sure?”

“No, he’s right.” Hyrule says, rubbing his head. Likely a headache by the way he’s wincing. “There was an explosion of Light magic that way. I’m not sure if it was Hylia like he said or not… but it's probably something significant.” 

The Hero of Times nods easily. “Okay, if you think so, then we should go check it out.” 

Sky is paired with Warriors to lead in the front, since he knows what direction the magic came from, while Time and Wild take the back. Twilight takes Four, carrying the Hero of the Four Sword on his back, and Hyrule follows behind him closely.

They travel westward, moving through the field and into the woods. Wild notes that it's his era. The Dueling Peaks are just visible on the Southeastern horizon.

None of the usual chatter accompanies their walk, too exhausted and worried to attempt a conversation.

Minutes of walking later, Sky, already going slow, is beginning to slow down even more. But, their missing members take priority, and the thought of them keeps him going. 

They are approaching a small clearing when Warriors suddenly rushes ahead with a curse. A little startled by the abruptness, Sky peers around. There is a boomerang on the ground, one he recognizes as belonging to Wind. Looking past it, ahead in the clearing–there are their missing members. A huddled group on the grass, with Warriors rushing towards them. Sky feels his heart squeeze, but it’s too soon for relief. 

Weapons are scattered on the ground. Blood stains the grass. Fear tightly grips him, and he stumbles quickly on numb legs. 

Legend and Wind are embracing–the younger currently curled up on the other's lap. His arms are wrapped around Legend’s neck, like a hug. Warriors kneels before them, hands prodding and asking questions. Although, due to being woozy with bloodloss, Wind’s words are slurring together. With his accent, it’s a bit hard to tell what he is saying. 

All while, Legend’s eyes are glazed over. His form trembles slightly as his fists curl in Wind’s blue tunic. 

Oh. 

Sky catches Hyrule wobbling over–or, trying to. Twilight is swift to stick a foot out, tripping the Hero, sending him to the ground. “Ya can’t heal ‘em, Rulie. You’re exhausted. They got ‘em.”

The traveller groans, but his protests are pretty weak considering he can barely push himself up. Instead, Wild approaches with the medical supplies as Four is gently slid off the back of their rancher.

Sky nibbles his cheek, looking back to the scene before him. The blood is extensive, especially on Wind. He guesses the Hero of the Wind must be concussed as well, judging by the blood caked in his hair.

“‘m tellin ya, nuffin hurts!” Wind shouts, squirming in an attempt to get his leg away from the Captain’s touch. Consequencely, he jostles Legend, who folds over with little resistance. The pant leg, Sky notes, is ripped up and soaked. Wind kicks, catching Warriors in the gut.

“You–” the man wheezes. “Just, let go of the vet, then we can make sure of that! I’ll leave you alone after that!” 

The Hero of the Wind frowns. He leans into his seat’s sternum, eyelids drooping. “I dunno... Ledge wasn’t feelin okay, ’m makin him feel bett’r.” 

Sky can't help but smile softly at the sweet gesture of care. He kneels down too. “How about a compromise? You go with Warriors, and I’ll stay with Legend. I can help make him feel better too.” 

Wind peers at him, judging him with squinted eyes. After a moment, he relaxes. “Okay…” He releases his grip on Legend.

Warriors quickly takes advantage of the opening, scooping up the boy. Wind squeaks and protests about being held. Before Warriors retreats, he says, “look over the vet for injuries. I couldn’t find any.” 

Left before the Hero of Legend, Sky gets more comfortable beside him. Finally, he gets a good look at his friend and future successor. 

Blood is barely visible with his red tunic, and there aren’t any obvious tears in it. Legend once mentioned it was enchanted to resist damage against it. Still, Sky is careful with his prodding. But comes up with nothing–all the blood is dry and is not from a visible source. He takes the other’s hand in his, hoping the skin contact will help sooth him out of the trance he is in. 

The cap Legend usually wears is nowhere to be seen. His pinkish hair is loose and the slight wave pattern of it is brought out by the drying sweat. Sky gently brushes his bangs to the side with the hand that isn’t occupied, revealing blue eyes. 

The other blinks slowly and Sky wishes he could wipe that terror stricken look on Legend’s face (wipe away that curse–), calm him somehow. The feeling squeezes in his chest and climbs his throat, making him swallow. The tense chatter of their companions behind him fizzles out as he traces the lines of the Hero of Legend with his eyes. 

Actually, speaking of his eyes… They look different. Somehow. Not drastically–they are still the cyan blue they have been, but there is a deeper hue beneath them that Sky doesn’t think was there before. Actually, they sort of remind him of Zelda’s eyes. Even the shape of them is a bit similar, he observes.

His beloved Zelda’s eyes were a bright sky blue, as light as the world above the clouds. There wasn't a colour like them on the Surface. They were always beautiful, but when she unlocked her memories as Hylia, and consequencely Her powers, they changed ever so subtly. It was only noticeable if you paid attention, but Sky has always paid attention to Zelda. 

He peers at other’s blue eyes, so alike to his lovers. The shimmering of a sun in them. 

Behind him, he hears others whispering about the goddess and death. Wind bares no wounds, despite the evidence that he should be wounded. Legend, dazed and shellshocked, is covered in blood that should have no reason being there.

…Sky felt Hylia’s power earlier, didn’t he?

The Hero of the Skies looks down at the other’s nimble fingers, still cradled in his hands. Or, rather, at the silver band on the smallest finger. One which Sky thought he recognized as the one he gave to Zelda just before the portals appeared. When asked, Legend only replied that it was an heirloom. 

He didn’t give it much thought then, as the topic shifted but–

Oh. 

He runs his thumb over it, feeling its grooves. It’s worn, but still just as detailed as the day he made it. It must have been well taken care of over the years. Sky can’t help but be grateful, seeing his fiancèe’s ring on a finger born centuries after them. 

On his descendant’s finger.

“Sky,” Twilight comes near, and Sky looks up. Behind the Hero of Twilight, Wind seems to have joined Four and Hyrule, and a camp is steadily being established. “Everything alright? Is he…?” 

“...Yeah.” Sky says as a smile forms on his lips, small but genuine. He squeezes the hand he holds and watches as Legend blinks a little harder, coming to. “We’re alright.” 

Things may be different now that Legend awoke Her power. But, they don't hold the spirit of courage for nothing. 

They'll be okay.

 

 

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

I meant to have this out yesterday but life kicked my butt!!! Still, I'm glad I got it done. Lemme know what you think. I think it is a little wonky, but I'm not gonna worry about it. I only wrote this for funsies! and worrying is decidedly not funsies!

Thank you reading! Feel free to leave a comment <3

Notes:

Don't fret, I have the second chapter drafted. I just need to touch it up. Should be done soon (but don't quote me on that because there's nothing I love more than procrastination)

ANYWAy let me say a few things on this fic:
First, you may be wondering: What's with the portal? Couldn't all this have happened without them being alone? Well, to answer that, my friends... all I have to say is that this is all part of Hylia's grand plan.
Second, this literally grew into much more than I planned. I wasn't even writing it with the intention of posting, it was at most going to be a couple hundered word length drabble that would sit forever untouched afterwards. But then I had to hurt Wind, and even more stuff which you will see in the second chapter. But spoiler: it involves Sky. All that to say, if the pacing seemed off, it's because I didn't really intend to do this much with this one.
THIRD... does Legend seem out of character? or Wind, for that matter? This was my first time writing LU, so please be kind. I've played a lot of the LOZ games but I have not read any of jojo's comics, so all knowledge of these characters comes from fanfiction and my interpretation of the games.

As always, thanks so much for reading!