Chapter 1: The Aftermath
Notes:
đ đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đłđŠđ·đȘđ·đąđ đ§đȘđ€ đ€đ°đźđŁđȘđŻđŠđ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đźđąđŻđș đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đȘđ§đ§đŠđłđŠđŻđ” đđȘđŻđŹđŽ' đ±đąđŽđ”, đ±đłđŠđŽđŠđŻđ”, đąđŻđ„ đ§đ¶đ”đ¶đłđŠ đłđ°đźđąđŻđ”đȘđ€ đ±đąđłđ”đŻđŠđłđŽ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đ°đžđŻ đąđ„đ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đłđŠ đ”đ°đšđŠđ”đ©đŠđł đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đ”đ©đŠđș đźđ¶đŽđ” đđ°đ€đąđ”đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đđȘđŻđŹđŽ đąđŽ đ±đ°đłđ”đąđđŽ đ€đ°đŻđ”đȘđŻđ¶đŠ đŽđŠđ±đąđłđąđ”đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠđź. đđ°đž đžđ©đ° đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đđ°đ·đŠ đ”đ©đąđ”?
A̶n̶y̶ s̶h̶i̶p̶s̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ c̶h̶a̶r̶a̶c̶t̶e̶r̶s̶ n̶o̶t̶ l̶i̶s̶t̶e̶d̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ c̶h̶a̶r̶a̶c̶t̶e̶r̶ l̶i̶s̶t̶ a̶r̶e̶ o̶n̶l̶y̶ m̶e̶n̶t̶i̶o̶n̶e̶d̶.̶
đđąđšđŽ đ¶đ±đ„đąđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đąđ€đ€đ°đźđźđ°đ„đąđ”đŠ đ§đ¶đ”đ¶đłđŠ đŽđ”đ°đłđș đŻđąđłđłđąđ”đȘđ·đŠ. đđđ đŽđ©đȘđ±đŽ đąđłđŠ đźđąđ«đ°đł đŠđčđ€đŠđ±đ” đ§đ°đł đđ°đ”/đđłđŠđŠđŻ.đđ©đȘđŽ đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đ€đ©đąđ±đ”đŠđł đȘđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đđ°đ¶đłđŽ đ§đ¶đŽđȘđŻđš đŁđąđ€đŹ đȘđŻđ”đ° đđȘđŻđŹ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đ”đȘđźđŠ đąđ§đ”đŠđł đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đąđ„đ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đłđŠ. đđȘđŻđŹđŠđ„ đđŻđȘđ·đŠđłđŽđŠ đžđȘđđ đŁđŠ đ±đłđŠđŽđŠđŻđ” đŽđ”đąđłđ”đȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đ€đ©đąđ±đ”đŠđł đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ.
đđ°đ¶đł'đŽ đąđ„đ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đłđŠđŽ đ©đŠđłđŠ đąđłđŠ đŽđ±đŠđ€đȘđ§đȘđ€đąđđđș đđȘđŻđȘđŽđ© đđąđ± đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đđ°đ¶đł đđžđ°đłđ„đŽ đđ„đ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đłđŠ đźđąđŻđšđą.
đ'đź đ§đąđȘđłđđș đ€đŠđłđ”đąđȘđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đźđąđŻđšđą, đđąđŻđ°đŻ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đšđŠđ”đŽ đłđŠđŽđŠđąđđŠđ„ đžđȘđ”đ©đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đđ°đ¶đł đđžđ°đłđ„, đŽđ° đ đžđȘđđ đąđ„đ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠđłđŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ”đ°đłđș, đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đđ°đłđŽ đŹđȘđđđŠđ„ đđąđŻđ°đŻ đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŠđŻđ„ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đąđ„đ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đłđŠ đłđąđ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ©đąđŻ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđŠđąđđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź đžđȘđ”đ©đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđžđ°đłđ„.
đ đ©đ°đ±đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŠđŻđ«đ°đș! âĄ
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
They did it. The heroes of the Four Sword won. Though, not without loss. Shadow sacrificed his life by breaking the dark mirror, and that sacrifice weighed heavily on the heroes. It was clear though that this effected Vio greatly. The other heroes didn't know the specific relationship between those two, but it was obvious that they were close.
Now, they had to put the Four Sword back into its pedestal. None of the colors really đžđąđŻđ”đŠđ„ to put the sword back. What would happen to đ”đ©đŠđź? Would they just go back to being Link? The people wanted the đ©đŠđłđ° Link, not the đ©đŠđłđ°đŠđŽ who once đžđŠđłđŠ Link. They may have once been only mere fragments of Link's base personality, but throughout the course of their adventure, they all became their own people. They didn't want to never be able to see each other again. They đąđłđŠđŻ'đ” Link. Not anymore at least, but what choice do they have?
Many of the townsfolk will only talk to Green and will completely ignore the other colours. That's a good case scenario. Other times during their adventure, they would get aggressive towards the heroes, mistaking Shadow's actions for their own. Even if the heroes were to explain that it was someone else, the people would claim that since Shadow shared the same appearance with the other colours that đ€đđŠđąđłđđș, he was one of them. The only people who would talk to each of the colours normally were those who either didn't know of the Four Sword and its powers or those who only saw one of the colours individually and thus wouldn't know that their existence had any correlation to the Four Sword. The heroes weren't wanted. They had to return the sword. They had to just hope that they would be able to see each other again at some point. They had to hope they wouldn't just cease to exist.
The heroes were currently standing in the palace of the Four Sword, directly in front of the sword's pedestal. Though they now had a problem. There were đ§đ°đ¶đł swords and đ°đŻđŠ pedestal.
"Sooo, how do we exactly đ„đ° đ”đ©đȘđŽ. We pulled one sword, and now there are four Four Swords. Do we have to somehow fuse it back into one sword?"
"That may be the only plausible solution. The question is đ©đ°đž we are to go about that."
"Would fusing the swords back into one also fuse đ¶đŽ back into one, too? The sword split when we did, so maybe it will fuse when we do?"
"I was under the assumption that putting the sword back into its pedestal would re-fuse us as well. Though, if the only way for us to potentially return the sword to its pedestal is for us to fuse back together, then with our current knowledge, this would be a cycle of impossibility."
"đđȘđ°đ°đ°đ°, why do you use such big words all the time? Can't you just explain something simply?"
"I refuse to simplify my vocabulary just because it is 'complex'. If I'm going to explain my thoughts on a situation, I'm going to use the words of my choosing, even if those words are, quote, 'big words'."
"Well, then maybe, you shouldn't explain your thoughts on a situation. It would save everyone some time if we didn't have to listen to you."
Vio's body language visibly changed, becoming more tense and slouched with their ears being noticeably downturned.
"Blue! That's đźđŠđąđŻ!"
Blue tensed up a bit and looked between both Red, with his disappointed face, and Vio, who didn't look necessarily đŽđąđ„, but more hurt than anything. Though, it's always difficult to interpret Vio's expression. They have a very neutral expression most of the time, which makes trying to gauge what he's feeling almost impossible. If someone really gets to know him though, they could sort of understand what he's feeling based off their body language and the very mild facial expression he does have. Blue sighed and turned to properly face Vio.
"I- tch.. đŽđ°đłđłđș."
Vio stood up straighter, but they still seemed tense and his ears were still drooped.
"What? I said I was đŽđ°đłđłđș!"
"Yes, you did, and I appreciate that. That doesn't change the fact that what you said was still hurtful."
"I'm trying, okay! I'm not good at being nice to people. I lose control of my anger too often. I'm đŽđ°đłđłđș."
"I know. I know all of that. That's why I said I appreciate your apology. I know you wouldn't have apologized at the beginning of our adventure, you likely wouldn't have even in the middle of our adventure either. You have improved. You are trying. However, 'đ”đłđșđȘđŻđš' doesn't mean that all is instantly forgiven when you say something hurtful. It still impacts that person."
"I know... I'm sorry... Heh, looks like we both changed quite a bit. At the beginning of our adventure, you spoke like you didn't experience emotions, like you were above them in some way. Now, though you still don't express much with your face and tone, you're more expensive with your body language and word choice. I also want to say that I mean this đ±đ°đŽđȘđ”đȘđ·đȘđ”đș. We đŁđ°đ”đ© aren't very good at expressing our emotions, though in different đžđąđșđŽ... It's nice to see you express yourself more is what I'm đ”đłđșđȘđŻđš to say!"
"I understood what you were trying to say. At the beginning of our adventure, I felt as if I really đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” experience emotions. That's why I came up with the plan to pretend to join the enemy side, that way I could gain information. However, due to having not felt strong emotions previously, I didn't account for them when I came up with my plan. So, I didn't think of the emotions of you three, the emotions of Shadow, or my own emotions. I didn't really think of how betrayal would feel, with pretending to betray you all and actually betraying Shadow. I also didn't think I myself would begin to experience emotions and care about other people as I improved more as a person. I began to care about both you three and Shadow, meaning I had put myself in a position where I cared about both parties and didn't want to betray either while also betraying both, even if my betrayal towards you was only acting."
"Wow. I didn't know you felt that way. Why didn't you talk to us about this sooner? You... you really cared about Shadow didn't you?"
"I feel that should be obvious. Shadow was a good person. He may have not done good things, but he had a good heart. He was manipulated into believing that he was evil and that he đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ be evil. He believed that what he was doing was right because the only frame of reference he had on what was right was evil. He however, dispite being a 'villain', still tried to ensure everyone was happy and content to the best of his abilities. He always treated the monsters kindly and would attempt to cheer up anyone who was upset. After my fight with Green, he took me on a ride on a actual dragon. Though... he đ„đȘđ„ burn down a forest with that dragon. In his defense, he was just trying to make me feel better. He was also astounding at entertaining. If he wasn't forced to be evil, he probably would have been an entertainer of some kind."
"You sound very fond of him."
"I đąđź very fond of him... Personal improvements and emotions aside, we don't even know if any of that will matter soon. We'll be presumably fused back into a singular person, with whatever implications come with that. Well, as soon as we figure out what to do about the issue regarding the quantity of swords."
"I believe when we were all still 'Link', we only split once we raised the Four Sword skyward. So, maybe if we all raise our Four Swords, we may fuse back together?"
"It's worth a try."
The multicolored heroes then raised their swords skyward, only to be enveloped in a bright, golden light. The same light from when they had previously split. When the light dissipated, only one, very colourful, hero was standing with their sword raised.
The hero wore a quad-colour tunic with four sections of Green, Blue, Violet, and Red. The hero mysteriously seemed to have no shadow. The hero opened their emerald green eyes and looked around a bit dazed.
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"Wha- I... how am I... "
Green looked around the room. There was nobody else here? Where were the others? Green looked down at their body and noticed their new multicolor tunic. Well, that's interesting. The sword must have actually fused them back together, but if that was the case, why was Green still here? Were the others here? Green hoped they were.
There was no way Green was... the "real" Link, right? No, that's not possible. They've already established that they are each only fragments of Link. So where were the others?
"Guys? Are you... there?"
"đđŠđđ, đ'đą đ©đŠđłđŠ. đ đ§đȘđšđ¶đłđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđ§ đžđŠ'đłđŠ đŁđ°đ”đ© đ±đłđŠđŽđŠđŻđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ”đžđ° đąđłđŠ đąđŽ đžđŠđđ. đđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽđŻ'đ” đ”đ©đŠ đłđŠđŽđ¶đđ” đ đŠđčđ±đŠđ€đ”đŠđ„ đ°đ§ đ¶đŽ đ§đ¶đŽđȘđŻđš. đđ©đș đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đ°đ¶đł đ€đ°đŻđŽđ€đȘđ°đ¶đŽ đ§đ¶đŽđŠ đąđŽ đžđŠđđ?"
"Vio?"
"đ đŠđŽ, đȘđ”'đŽ đźđŠ. đđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đđłđŠđŠđŻ đ”đ©đąđ”'đŽ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đđđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đąđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ”? đ đŁđŠđđȘđŠđ·đŠ đșđ°đ¶'đłđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđđș đ°đŻđŠ đžđ©đ° đ€đąđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș."
"Yeah, it's me. I don't know why I would be the one with control over our body. It's really odd."
"đđźđź... đđ©đą- đžđ©đąđ”'đŽ đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻđȘđŻđš? đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ đ§đŠđđ đąđŽđđŠđŠđ±... đđąđȘđ”, đžđ©đș đ€đąđŻ'đ” đ đźđ°đ·đŠ?"
"Red?"
"đđ©đ¶đ©... đđłđŠđŠđŻ? đđ©đąđ” đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻđŠđ„?"
"We fused back together. Well, our bodies fused at least. It seems our minds are still separate. I have control of our body at the moment for some reason."
"đđ€đ©. đđ§ đ€đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠ đđłđŠđŠđŻ đšđŠđ”đŽ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș. đđŽ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đŻđ°đ” đŽđ°đźđŠ đžđąđș đ”đ©đŠ đłđŠđŽđ” đ°đ§ đ¶đŽ đ€đąđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đ”đ°đ°?!"
"Nice to see you too, Blue. Let me try something."
If technically they were all sharing a brain and could talk to each other in their head, then they should also be able to interact with each other mentally, too. Green tried to imagine physically switching places with Blue in their mind.
After only a moment, Green felt what could only be described as the gentle tug of cool water on his arms. It didn't feel like he was really đȘđŻ water exactly. It was more like laying in a shallow tub of water where the water is only about the hight of six sevenths of one's arms while laying on their back, with the lightest movements sending small waves of water across the surface of the arms. Except this was like a vertical version of that. The odd thing was that this strange feeling of water was only on Green's arms, and the water didn't even feel wet. It just felt cool and comforting. It also felt like there wasn't any gravity effecting almost any parts of Green's body. The only gravity seemed to be a light pull at Green's feet, keeping him from falling over, and the gentle tug of the water pulling him backwards. Green felt what seemed to be a body of similar size and with a similar pull beside him, but their pull seemed to be moving in the opposite direction.
This odd state lasted for only about two to three seconds before Green's conscious returned to their body. Only difference was that now, Green was no longer in control of their body.
The hero's eyes were now a brilliant ocean blue.
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Blue lifted her hand to their face to inspect it. He noted that this shared body's hand was both so similar and so different from their own. It's like it was her hand, but also simultaneously just isn't. Well, he has control of the body now. That... vision... thingy was weird though.
"đđźđź, đžđŠđđ, đ”đ©đąđ” đžđąđŽ đŽđ”đłđąđŻđšđŠ. đ'đź đŻđ° đđ°đŻđšđŠđł đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș, đŽđ° đ đąđŽđŽđ¶đźđŠ đȘđ” đžđ°đłđŹđŠđ„. đđđ¶đŠ, đąđłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đđđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đłđȘđšđ©đ” đŻđ°đž?"
"Yeah, I got control at the moment."
"đđ°, đȘđ” đŽđŠđŠđźđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđŠ đ€đąđŻ đ§đ°đłđ€đŠ đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đȘđŻđ”đ° đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đȘđ§ đžđŠ đąđłđŠ đ€đ¶đłđłđŠđŻđ”đđș đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đđđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đȘđ§ đșđ°đ¶ đȘđźđąđšđȘđŻđŠ đ±đ©đșđŽđȘđ€đąđđđș đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ±đđąđ€đŠđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đžđȘđ”đ©đȘđŻ đ°đ¶đł đźđȘđŻđ„. đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ©, đ”đ©đŠ đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đ°đ§ đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ±đđąđ€đŠđŽ đȘđŽ đłđąđ”đ©đŠđł đ°đ„đ„."
"So, did we experience the same thing when we switched control, or did we experience something completely different?"
"đ đ°đ¶ đ±đ©đłđąđŽđŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đđȘđŹđŠ đą đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻ, đŁđ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ°đŻđŠ đŽđ¶đšđšđŠđŽđ”đŽ đą đŽđ”đąđ”đŠđźđŠđŻđ”."
"Oh, shush, my tone's just generally pretty flat unless I'm aggravated."
"đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đŹđŻđ°đž đȘđ§ đžđŠ đŠđčđ±đŠđłđȘđŠđŻđ€đŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đžđȘđ”đ©đ°đ¶đ” đŹđŻđ°đžđȘđŻđš đžđ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đŠđčđ±đŠđłđȘđŠđŻđ€đŠđ„. đ đŠđčđ±đŠđłđȘđŠđŻđ€đŠđ„ đžđ©đąđ” đ§đŠđđ” đđȘđŹđŠ đ§đđ°đąđ”đȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đą đŁđ°đ„đș đ°đ§ đžđąđ”đŠđł, đŁđ¶đ” đžđȘđ”đ©đ°đ¶đ” đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đžđąđ”đŠđł. đđŠđđ, đźđș đąđłđźđŽ đ„đȘđ„ đ§đŠđŠđ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đŠđș đžđŠđłđŠ đȘđŻ đžđąđ”đŠđł, đŁđ¶đ” đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđ”đŠđł đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đ§đŠđŠđ đžđŠđ”."
"Well, that's definitely different from what I experienced. For me, it was like sitting in an endless grassy meadow where, while sitting, the grass was about chest height. There was also this very nice breeze. It was blowing towards me from the front and it was strong enough to be comforting, but not too strong to the point that it would be annoying. It only lasted two to three seconds, but it felt like the wind was getting stronger and stronger the whole time. Like it was trying to push me back in a non-forceful way. The whole time I felt what seemed like Green's presence somewhere nearby. It felt like, for him, the wind was blowing in the opposite direction, but he was still facing it. It's like the wind was pushing us both back in opposite directions. Though I mean opposite directions as in towards and then past each other, not away from each other."
"đ đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ đ§đŠđđ” đșđ°đ¶ đŻđŠđąđłđŁđș đąđŽ đžđŠđđ, đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đȘđ” đžđąđŽ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đŁđŠđŽđȘđ„đŠ đźđŠ đłđąđ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ©đąđŻ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŻđŠđąđł. đđ©đŠ đžđąđ”đŠđł đžđąđŽ đ±đ¶đđđȘđŻđš đ¶đŽ đłđąđ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ©đąđŻ đ±đ¶đŽđ©đȘđŻđš, đŁđ¶đ” đȘđ” đžđąđŽ đ±đ¶đđđȘđŻđš đ¶đŽ đȘđŻ đ°đ±đ±đ°đŽđȘđ”đŠ đ„đȘđłđŠđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ đ§đłđ°đź đŁđŠđ©đȘđŻđ„ đȘđŻ đą đžđąđș đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đžđŠ đ±đąđŽđŽđŠđ„ đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł. đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ©, đ„đ¶đŠ đ”đ° đȘđ” đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đ°đŻđđș đą đ€đ°đ¶đ±đđŠ đ°đ§ đŽđŠđ€đ°đŻđ„đŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đŻđŠđȘđ”đ©đŠđł đ°đ§ đ¶đŽ đźđ°đ·đȘđŻđš đ±đąđłđ”đȘđ€đ¶đđąđłđđș đ§đąđŽđ”, đžđŠ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đ±đąđŽđŽ đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đŁđș đźđ¶đ€đ©. đđŠ đžđŠđłđŠ đŁđąđŽđȘđ€đąđđđș đłđȘđšđ©đ” đŁđŠđŽđȘđ„đŠ đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł."
"đđŻđ”đŠđłđŠđŽđ”đȘđŻđš. đđ°, đ§đłđ°đź đźđș đ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đąđŻđ„đȘđŻđš, đžđ©đŠđŻ đžđŠ đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ© đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đžđȘđ”đ© đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł, đžđŠ đŠđčđ±đŠđłđȘđŠđŻđ€đŠ... đą đ·đȘđŽđȘđ°đŻ?"
"đđ”'đŽ đŻđ°đ” đŻđŠđ€đŠđŽđŽđąđłđȘđđș đą đ«đđšđđ€đŁ, đȘđ”'đŽ đźđ°đłđŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đą đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš. đđ”'đŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đ°đŻđŠ đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ”, đŻđ°đ” đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đ”đ©đŠ đŻđŠđčđ”, đąđŻđ„ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đąđšđąđȘđŻ đą đ§đŠđž đŽđŠđ€đ°đŻđ„đŽ đđąđ”đŠđł. đđ¶đłđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đȘđźđŠ đ°đ§ đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đđȘđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶'đłđŠ đŻđ°đ” đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș, đȘđ”'đŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ©đąđ·đŠ đą đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ¶đłđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„đȘđŻđšđŽ. đđȘđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ'đ” đšđđ đžđ©đąđ”'đŽ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶, đșđ°đ¶ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŹđŻđ°đž đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđ”'đŽ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ. đ đ°đ¶ đ„đ° đđđšđ€đĄđȘđ©đđĄđź đ§đŠđŠđ đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ đ„đ¶đłđȘđŻđš đȘđ” đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©. đđ” đłđŠđąđđđș đ§đŠđđ” đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đžđąđŽ đžđąđ”đŠđł đ°đŻ đźđș đąđłđźđŽ đ„đ¶đłđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđ”."
"Yeah, what he said."
"đđźđź... đ đ§đŠđŠđ đ”đ©đąđ” đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŻđŠđŠđ„ đ”đ° đŠđčđ±đŠđłđȘđŠđŻđ€đŠ đȘđ” đźđșđŽđŠđđ§ đ§đ°đł đźđŠ đ”đ° đ±đłđ°đ±đŠđłđđș đ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đąđŻđ„."
"đđŠđđ, đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đȘđŽ đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đžđŠ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș đ”đŠđŽđ”. đđŠ đŹđŻđ°đž đ”đ©đąđ” đžđ©đ°đŠđ·đŠđł'đŽ đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đ€đąđŻ đ§đ°đłđ€đŠ đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đŠđđŽđŠ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ, đŁđ¶đ” đ€đąđŻ đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đŠđđŽđŠ đ§đ°đłđ€đŠ đ”đ©đŠđźđŽđŠđđ§ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ?"
"đđąđŻ đ đ”đŠđŽđ” đ”đ©đąđ”?"
"Fine by me."
"đđ° đ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đȘđźđąđšđȘđŻđŠ đ„đđźđšđđđđĄđĄđź đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ±đđąđ€đŠđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đđđ¶đŠ đžđȘđ”đ©đȘđŻ đ°đ¶đł đźđȘđŻđ„?"
"đ đŠđąđ©, đ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đ°đ§ đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ±đđąđ€đŠđŽ đ±đ©đșđŽđȘđ€đąđđđș đȘđŻ đ°đ¶đł đźđȘđŻđ„."
"đŒđĄđ§đđđđ©."
After a moment, Blue felt herself in another strange out-of-body experience. He felt as if though they were laying down on the dirt of a mountain, or at the very least a place of higher altitude than they were in previously. The altitude difference wasn't enough to be sickening, but it was noticeable. The dirt he was laying on felt like it was a mixture of very loose and heavily packed dirt. There seemed to be little sprouts poking out of the loose dirt. Blue felt themself being pulled into the ground by an indiscernible force. It wasn't a strong force to the point that it felt forceful. It was more similar to feeling grounding and secure. Blue could sense Vio over to her left, laying on the ground as well. However, this unknown force seemed to be pulling Vio upwards rather than down. The force wasn't strong enough for Vio to be floating, but there was much less force keeping them on the ground than what gravity would normally allow. Suddenly, it felt like the pull completely stopped and Blue was shoved back into their mutual body.
The hero's eyes were now a memorable violet.
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Vio took a better look at their clothing. The four colours of this tunic seemed to match each of the heroes tunics exactly. He felt the texture of each of the different colours on the tunic. The violet section was exactly the same material as Vio's own tunic was. They hadn't previously noticed that the other heroes' tunics were different materials, but with what was basically just part of each of their tunics combined into one, it was extraordinary obvious. Vio's tunic had always been a noticeably easy to clean material that didn't get dirt on it easily, Red's tunic was a material that was very likely completely flame resistant, Blue's tunic was a smooth material that is very likely waterproof, and Green's tunic is a material similar to what most windbreakers would be made of with a texture and shape that would allow wind to pass by easily. None of these things were particularly useful though when their tunics were combined into one, due to the other sections not having the same effect, but it was still interesting.
"I never realized our tunics were different textures. Oh, I must say, the switching control experience was very peculiar."
"đđ©đąđ” đ đŠđčđ±đŠđłđȘđŠđŻđ€đŠđ„ đžđąđŽ đ·đŠđłđș đ„đȘđ§đ§đŠđłđŠđŻđ” đ”đ° đžđ©đąđ” đ đŠđčđ±đŠđłđȘđŠđŻđ€đŠđ„ đžđ©đŠđŻ đ đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ©đŠđ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đđłđŠđŠđŻ."
"Really? I experienced exactly what Green described as their experience. What was your experience like?"
"đđ” đžđąđŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đđąđșđȘđŻđš đ„đ°đžđŻ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đȘđłđ” đ°đŻ đą đźđ°đ¶đŻđ”đąđȘđŻ, đ°đł đŽđ°đźđŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ±đđąđ€đŠ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđšđ© đŠđđŠđ·đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ. đđ©đŠđłđŠ đžđąđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đžđŠđȘđłđ„ đ§đ°đłđ€đŠ đ±đ¶đđđȘđŻđš đźđŠ đ„đ°đžđŻđžđąđłđ„đŽ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ„đȘđłđ”, đŁđ¶đ” đȘđ” đžđąđŽđŻ'đ” đłđŠđąđđđș đ§đ°đłđ€đŠđ§đ¶đ. đđ” đžđąđŽ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đšđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„đȘđŻđš, đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ? đ đŽđŠđŻđŽđŠđ„ đđȘđ° đŁđŠđŽđȘđ„đŠ đźđŠ, đ”đ°đ°. đđ©đȘđŽ đ§đ°đłđ€đŠ đžđąđŽ đ±đ¶đđđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź đ¶đ±đžđąđłđ„đŽ đȘđŻđŽđ”đŠđąđ„. đđ°đ” đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ© đ§đ°đł đđȘđ° đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ°đ§đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đšđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„, đźđȘđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶. đđ” đžđąđŽ đ°đŻđđș đŽđŠđŠđźđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đźđąđŹđŠ đšđłđąđ·đȘđ”đș đźđ¶đ€đ© đžđŠđąđŹđŠđł đ§đ°đł đđȘđ°."
"It seems that our experiences may be dependent on who we switch with. My reasoning is that when me and Green switched with Blue, we both had the same experience, but when Blue switched with us, they had different experiences for switching with us both."
"đđ° đ”đ©đŠđŽđŠ đŠđčđ±đŠđłđȘđŠđŻđ€đŠđŽ đąđłđŠ đŽđ°đźđŠđ©đ°đž đ€đ°đŻđŻđŠđ€đ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ đžđŠ đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ© đžđȘđ”đ©?"
"It would seem so."
"đ đ§đŠđŠđ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đȘđŽ đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đȘđźđ±đ°đłđ”đąđŻđ” đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đŁđłđȘđŻđš đ¶đ± đ©đŠđłđŠ, đžđŠ đźđąđș đ©đąđ·đŠ đ§đ¶đŽđŠđ„ đŁđąđ€đŹ đ”đ°đšđŠđ”đ©đŠđł, đŁđ¶đ” đžđŠ'đłđŠ đŽđ”đȘđđ đŽđŠđ±đąđłđąđ”đŠ đ±đŠđ°đ±đđŠ. đđ° đžđŠ đ”đŠđđ đ±đŠđ°đ±đđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđŠ đąđłđŠ đŽđ”đȘđđ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đđ°đłđŽ, đ°đł đ„đ° đžđŠ đ±đłđŠđ”đŠđŻđ„ đ”đ° đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŁđŠ đą đŽđȘđŻđšđđŠ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ. đđȘđŻđ€đŠ đžđŠ đąđłđŠđŻ'đ” đŁđąđ€đŹ đ”đ° đ©đ°đž đžđŠ đžđŠđłđŠ đ±đłđŠđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽđđș đąđŻđșđžđąđș, đ„đ° đžđŠ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đłđŠđźđąđȘđŻ đ§đ¶đŽđŠđ„?"
"đđ€đ©. đđ©đ°đŽđŠ đŽđ”đ¶đ±đȘđ„ đ”đ°đžđŻđŽđ§đ°đđŹ đžđŠđłđŠ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đŻđȘđ€đŠ đ”đ° đ¶đŽ, đȘđ§ đžđŠ đŽđ±đđȘđ” đąđšđąđȘđŻ, đ”đ©đŠđș'đđ đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș đąđ€đ€đ¶đŽđŠ đ¶đŽ đ°đ§ đđșđȘđŻđš đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ°đ¶đł đ€đ°đŻđŽđ€đȘđ°đ¶đŽ đŻđ°đ” đ§đ¶đŽđȘđŻđš đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠđș'đđ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đąđ€đ” đ©đ°đŽđ”đȘđđŠ đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đžđŠ đ§đ¶đŽđŠ đąđšđąđȘđŻ đąđŻđșđžđąđș. đđ°đźđŠ đ”đ©đąđŻđŹđŽ đ§đ°đł đđȘđ”đŠđłđąđđđș đŽđąđ·đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđŻđšđ„đ°đź."
"With the same logic as Blue's point, I feel that we should probably pretend to be a singular individual for the general populous, and should only tell those who we know wouldn't react negatively that we are still separate people."
"đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ. đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ©... đđ©, đžđ©đąđ” đ±đłđ°đŻđ°đ¶đŻđŽ đąđłđŠ đžđŠ đ¶đŽđȘđŻđš?"
"We could use they/them plural? We could say to people in general that our pronouns are they/them and they'll likely assume we just prefer gender neutral pronouns, but to those that do know we are still separate people, they'll know that we mean they/them plural. That way, whether they know of us still being here or not, they would still address all of us."
"đđ©đąđ”'đŽ... đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đą đłđŠđąđđđș đ€đđŠđ·đŠđł đȘđ„đŠđą. đ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đąđ”. đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđąđȘđ„ đ©đŠ/đ©đȘđź đŽđȘđŻđ€đŠ đąđŽ đ§đąđł đąđŽ đ'đź đąđžđąđłđŠ, đžđŠ đąđđ đ¶đŽđŠ đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đ±đłđ°đŻđ°đ¶đŻđŽ. đđŻđđŠđŽđŽ... đ„đ° đŠđȘđ”đ©đŠđł đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đ±đłđŠđ§đŠđł đ„đȘđ§đ§đŠđłđŠđŻđ” đ±đłđ°đŻđ°đ¶đŻđŽ?"
"đđąđșđŁđŠ đ đ„đ°, đźđąđșđŁđŠ đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ”."
"Well, if Blue won't say anything, I will. I prefer he/they pronouns. Though, with they/them pronouns being used a bit more frequently than he/him. I still request that both sets of pronouns are used."
"đ... đ đ±đłđŠđ§đŠđł đŽđ©đŠ/đ©đŠ/đ”đ©đŠđș đ±đłđ°đŻđ°đ¶đŻđŽ. đđŽđŠđ„ đąđŽ đȘđŻđ”đŠđłđ€đ©đąđŻđšđŠđąđŁđđș đąđŽ đ±đ°đŽđŽđȘđŁđđŠ. đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đđȘđŹđŠ đąđŻđș đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ đ±đłđ°đŻđ°đ¶đŻđŽ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đ¶đŽđŠđ„ đłđŠđ±đŠđąđ”đŠđ„đđș đ”đ° đłđŠđ§đŠđł đ”đ° đźđŠ. đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ đ¶đŽ đ€đ°đđđŠđ€đ”đȘđ·đŠđđș đ¶đŽđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠđș/đ”đ©đŠđź đ±đłđ°đŻđ°đ¶đŻđŽ đžđ°đłđŹđŽ đŽđ°đđŠđđș đđđđđȘđšđ đȘđ”'đŽ đ±đđ¶đłđąđ."
"đđ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶ đ§đ°đł đ”đŠđđđȘđŻđš đźđŠ, đșđ°đ¶ đ”đžđ°. đ'đđ đŹđŠđŠđ± đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đȘđŻ đźđȘđŻđ„. đđ°đž đ©đŠđłđŠ'đŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻ, đ„đ° đžđŠ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đđđ«đ đ”đ° đ±đ¶đ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđžđ°đłđ„ đŁđąđ€đŹ? đđ©đŠ đłđŠđąđŽđ°đŻ đžđŠ đ§đŠđđ” đžđŠ đ©đąđ„ đ”đ° đ±đ¶đ” đȘđ” đŁđąđ€đŹ đžđąđŽ đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đžđŠ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đžđąđŽ đžđ©đąđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ§đ¶đŽđŠ đ¶đŽ đ”đ°đšđŠđ”đ©đŠđł đąđšđąđȘđŻ, đŁđ¶đ” đžđŠ đąđłđŠ đ§đ¶đŽđŠđ„ đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș. đđŠ đđđđđđ©đđ đđąđąđ”đȘ đąđŻđ„ đđąđŻđ°đŻ, đžđŠ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đŽđŠđąđ đ”đ©đŠđź đ©đŠđłđŠ đąđšđąđȘđŻ. đđąđŻ đžđŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŹđŠđŠđ± đ°đ¶đł đŽđžđ°đłđ„?"
"On one hand, because the people seem to hate us no matter what we do, they could accuse us of stealing it. On the other hand, if we keep our sword, we could potentially split when necessary, so we could physically see each other again."
"đ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đŹđŠđŠđ± đ°đ¶đł đŽđžđ°đłđ„ đ°đ±đ”đȘđ°đŻ! đ đ°đ¶ đŽđąđȘđ„ đ”đ©đŠđș'đđ đ©đąđ”đŠ đ¶đŽ đŻđ° đźđąđ”đ”đŠđł đžđ©đąđ” đžđŠ đ„đ°, đŽđ° đžđŠ đźđȘđšđ©đ” đąđŽ đžđŠđđ!"
"I suppose. So, do we go home now?"
"đđ©đź! đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ©... đ„đ° đžđŠ đ”đŠđđ đšđłđąđźđ±đą? đđŁđ°đ¶đ”... đ¶đŽ?"
"đđ©đș đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đžđŠ? đđŠ'đŽ đąđđžđąđșđŽ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đ§đ°đł đ¶đŽ."
"đ đŠđąđ©, đŁđ¶đ”... đ©đŠ đŹđŻđ°đžđŽ đ¶đŽ đąđŽ 'đđȘđŻđŹ', đŻđ°đ” đąđŽ... đ¶đŽ. đđ©đąđ” đȘđ§ đ©đŠ đ„đ°đŠđŽđŻ'đ” đžđąđŻđ” đ¶đŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đ°đžđŻđŽđ§đ°đđŹ? đđ©đąđ” đȘđ§ đ©đŠ đžđąđŻđ”đŽ đ©đȘđŽ đšđłđąđŻđ„đŽđ°đŻ đŁđąđ€đŹ?"
"đđŠđ„, đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đąđ”. đđŠ'đłđŠ đŽđ”đȘđđ đ©đȘđŽ đšđłđąđŻđ„đŽđ°đŻ- đŠđł- đšđłđąđŻđ„đ€đ©đȘđđ„. đđŠ'đłđŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ”... đ„đȘđ§đ§đŠđłđŠđŻđ”. đđłđąđŻđ„đ±đą đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đ”đłđŠđąđ” đ¶đŽ đŁđąđ„đđș. đđŠ'đđ đąđ€đ€đŠđ±đ” đ¶đŽ đąđŽ đžđŠ đąđłđŠ. đ đŹđŻđ°đž đ©đŠ đžđȘđđ."
"đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ... đ”đ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶. đđ°... đđŠ'đłđŠ đ”đŠđđđȘđŻđš đšđłđąđźđ±đą?"
"It seems we are. Let's go home now, we've been standing here for long enough."
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The hero now stood in front of their home. They experienced a moment's hesitation before entering.
"đđȘđŻđąđđđș đ©đŠđłđŠ. đđŠđŠđđŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠđŻ'đ” đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ©đ°đźđŠ đȘđŻ đ§đ°đłđŠđ·đŠđł."
"đ đžđ°đŻđ„đŠđł đȘđ§ đšđłđąđŻđ„đ±đą'đŽ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đ©đ°đźđŠ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đŻđ°đž."
"He probably is home. I believe there was smoke emanating from the chimney."
"đđŠđ”'đŽ đ±đđŠđąđŽđŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đšđ° đȘđŻđŽđȘđ„đŠ..."
Vio gently pushed open the front door to their home. He immediately noticed an intense soup-like smell coming from the kitchen. Their grandpa must have been cooking something.
"Grandpa?"
"Link?"
Their grandpa came out of the kitchen and approached them.
"Link, my dear grandchild. You're finally home."
"đđąđȘđ”, đšđłđąđŻđ„đ€đ©đȘđđ„? đđȘđ„đŻ'đ” đ©đŠ đ¶đŽđŠ đ”đ° đ€đąđđ đ¶đŽ đ©đȘđŽ đšđłđąđŻđ„đšđ€đŁ? đ đźđŠđąđŻ... đ đ„đŠđ§đȘđŻđȘđ”đŠđđș đ±đłđŠđ§đŠđł đ”đ©đąđ”, đŁđ¶đ”... đ„đ°đŠđŽ đ©đŠ đŽđ°đźđŠđ©đ°đž đŹđŻđ°đž?"
"đđłđąđŻđ„đ±đą đ©đąđŽ đąđđžđąđșđŽ đŹđŻđ°đžđŻ đ±đłđąđ€đ”đȘđ€đąđđđș đŠđ·đŠđłđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ¶đŽ. đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đŁđŠ đŽđ¶đłđ±đłđȘđŽđŠđ„ đȘđ§ đ©đŠ đ”đ°đ°đŹ đ°đŻđŠ đđ°đ°đŹ đąđ” đ¶đŽ đąđŻđ„ đȘđŻđŽđ”đąđŻđ”đđș đŹđŻđŠđž đžđŠ đžđŠđłđŠđŻ'đ” đ¶đŽđȘđŻđš đ©đŠ/đ©đȘđź đ±đłđ°đŻđ°đ¶đŻđŽ đ§đ°đł đ°đŻđŠ đłđŠđąđŽđ°đŻ đ°đł đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł."
Their grandpa held out his arms and Vio walked over and hugged him. All the colors đłđŠđąđđđș missed their grandfather.
"How have you been on your adventure? Were you keeping yourself safe and healthy?"
"đđ©, đ đžđąđŽ đđđđđŁđđ©đđĄđź đŹđŠđŠđ±đȘđŻđš đźđșđŽđŠđđ§ đŽđąđ§đŠ. đ đ„đŠđ§đȘđŻđȘđ”đŠđđș đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đšđŠđ” đ§đłđ°đ»đŠđŻ đȘđŻ đą đ€đąđ·đŠ đ°đł đąđŻđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš."
"We were as safe and healthy as an adventure would allow."
"đđ°đ©, đšđ°đ°đ„ đąđŻđŽđžđŠđł. đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ©, đŽđ°đłđ” đ°đ§ đą đđȘđŠ. đđŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đąđȘđđ đźđ°đłđŠ đ€đąđłđŠđ§đ¶đ. đđ©đŠđŻ đąđšđąđȘđŻ, đžđŠ'đłđŠ đ°đŻđđș đ”đžđŠđđ·đŠ, đąđŻđ„ đžđŠđłđŠ đŠđčđ±đŠđ€đ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ”đąđŹđŠ đ°đŻ đŠđŻđŠđźđȘđŠđŽ đžđ©đ° đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đ©đąđ·đŠ đŠđ·đŠđł đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ§đ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đŁđș đđȘđ”đŠđłđąđ đ€đ©đȘđđ„đłđŠđŻ."
"We? Were you traveling with others on your adventure?"
"Yes, we actually wanted to talk with you about that. Can we sit first?"
"Yes, let's go take a seat."
"đđȘđ° đ°đŁđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽđđș đšđ°đ” đ”đ©đŠ đ©đąđŁđȘđ” đ°đ§ đŽđąđșđȘđŻđš 'đșđŠđŽ' at đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ”đąđłđ” đ°đ§ đŽđŠđŻđ”đŠđŻđ€đŠđŽ đŽđ”đ¶đ±đȘđ„đđș đ°đ§đ”đŠđŻ đ§đłđ°đź đ°đ¶đł đšđłđąđŻđ„đ±đą."
"đđ©đŠđș đ°đŻđđș đŽđąđȘđ„ 'đșđŠđŽ' đ°đŻđ€đŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đŠđŻđ”đȘđłđŠ đ€đ°đŻđ·đŠđłđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ?"
"đđŻđ„ đąđđ đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ”đȘđźđŠđŽ đ©đŠ'đŽ đŽđ”đąđłđ”đŠđ„ đą đŽđŠđŻđ”đŠđŻđ€đŠ đžđȘđ”đ© 'đșđŠđŽ'? đđąđ·đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đŻđ°đ”đȘđ€đŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ”? đđłđąđŻđ„đ±đą đ„đ°đŠđŽ đȘđ” đąđđ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ, đ”đ°đ°. đđ©đŠđș đŁđ°đ”đ© đđȘđ”đŠđłđąđđđș đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđąđȘđ„ đŁđąđ€đŹ đ”đ° đŁđąđ€đŹ đŽđŠđŻđ”đŠđŻđ€đŠđŽ đŽđ”đąđłđ”đȘđŻđš đžđȘđ”đ© 'đșđŠđŽ'. đ đ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ đđȘđ”đŠđłđąđđđș đ©đŠđąđł đ”đ©đŠ đ§đąđźđȘđđș đłđŠđŽđŠđźđŁđđąđŻđ€đŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș đ”đ©đŠđș đ”đąđđŹ."
Vio never noticed they did that. Did Shadow ever notice Vio did that? Why were they thinking of Shadow right now? Now's not a good time. He can think of Shadow later. Right now, they have to explain the situation to grandpa.
Vio went into the kitchen and sat at the dinning table on the far side of the room. Their grandpa stopped for a moment to stir the soup he had been cooking. Vio noticed their small kitchen timer was set to eighteen minutes. They had time. After their grandpa finished stirring the soup he joined them at the table.
"So what is it you would like to talk with me about, Link?"
"đđ° đ©đ°đž đžđŠ đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻ' đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đ€đąđđđŠđ„ 'đđȘđŻđŹ'?"
"đ đźđŠđąđŻ... đȘđ” đȘđŽ đ€đȘđ§ đŻđąđźđŠ. đđ”'đŽ đ„đŠđ§đȘđŻđȘđ”đŠđđș đŻđ°đ” đąđŻđș đ°đ§ đ°đ¶đł đȘđŻđ„đȘđ·đȘđ„đ¶đąđ đŻđąđźđŠđŽ, đŁđ¶đ” đ€đ°đđđŠđ€đ”đȘđ·đŠđđș, đžđŠ đąđłđŠ đ”đŠđ€đ©đŻđȘđ€đąđđđș đđȘđŻđŹ. đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ©, đȘđ” đ„đŠđ§đȘđŻđȘđ”đŠđđș đ„đ°đŠđŽđŻ'đ” đ§đŠđŠđ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đąđŻđșđźđ°đłđŠ. đđ§đ”đŠđł đ©đąđ·đȘđŻđš đŽđ±đŠđŻđ” đŽđ° đđ°đŻđš đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đđȘđŹđŠ đžđŠ đžđŠđłđŠ đąđđ đ”đ©đŠ 'đłđŠđąđ' đđȘđŻđŹ, đȘđ” đ„đ°đŠđŽđŻ'đ” đ§đŠđŠđ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ€đąđđđŠđ„ đđȘđŻđŹ đąđ” đąđđ."
"đđŠ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đłđŠđąđđđș đ©đąđ·đŠ đąđŻđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đŠđđŽđŠ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ€đąđđđŠđ„, đŽđ° đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đźđŠđąđŻđ”đȘđźđŠ, đžđŠ đąđłđŠ đđȘđŻđŹ."
A lot of rumors had formed about the Four Sword, and with them splitting having proved many of those rumors true, their grandpa must have at least heard of the Four Sword's power. Luckily -- or unluckily, with their luck, who knows -- their identity was left out of the rumors.
"We wanted to talk about something that is the result of our adventure. At the start of our adventure, we had to pull the Four Sword... "
"I see... so, you were... "
"Split into four people? Yeah. We were."
"And you're one person now?"
"Yes and no. We're in the đŁđ°đ„đș of a singular person... but, we didn't fuse our consciousnesses together. Only our bodies re-merged."
"So you're still four people? How exactly does that work with sharing a body?"
"Well, one person has control of the body, and the rest are just sort of there. We can switch who has control, and those of us who are not in control can still talk with each other in our head. Though, for the person who's in control of the body to reply to the conversation in our head, they have to speak aloud."
"đđ©, đžđŠ'đłđŠ 'đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđ°đłđ”đą đ©đŠđłđŠ'. đđ©đąđŻđŹđŽ, đđȘđ°. đ đ§đŠđŠđ đšđ€ đąđ±đ±đłđŠđ€đȘđąđ”đŠđ„."
Is that sarcasm? ...That has to be sarcasm.
Vio has never been good at detecting sarcasm.
"Do you have individual names?"
"We do. My name is Violet, though I prefer to go by Vio. There's also Red, Blue, and Green."
"Is that why your eyes are purple? Or, well, violet."
"They are?"
"Yes, did you not know?"
"đđŠđŠ! đđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł 'đșđŠđŽ'."
"đđŠ đžđąđŽ đąđŻđŽđžđŠđłđȘđŻđš đą đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻ? đđ©đąđ” đŠđđŽđŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đŠ đŽđąđș?"
"đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đŹđŻđ°đž! 'đ đŠđąđ©'? 'đđ©đź'? đđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš!"
"đđŠđ©đŠ! đđ©đŠ đȘđ„đŠđą đ°đ§ đšđłđąđźđ±đą đŽđąđșđȘđŻđš 'đșđŠđąđ©' đŽđŠđŠđźđŽ đŽđȘđđđș!"
"đđčđąđ€đ”đđș! 'đđ¶đŽ đ©đŠ đŽđąđșđŽ 'đșđŠđŽ' đąđđ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ! đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đą đ±đ°đȘđŻđ” đ©đŠđłđŠ!"
"đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ... đđđ¶đŠ, đ©đąđ·đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŠđ·đŠđł đłđŠđąđđȘđ»đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ·đŠ đą đ·đŠđłđș đźđȘđđ„ đąđ€đ€đŠđŻđ”?"
"đđ¶đ©?"
"đđ©, đŻđŠđ·đŠđłđźđȘđŻđ„."
"Vio?"
"Huh?"
"đđŹđąđș, đźđąđșđŁđŠ đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŽđ°đźđŠ đŽđȘđźđȘđđąđłđȘđ”đȘđŠđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đąđŽ đžđŠđđ."
"You seemed a little spaced out for a minute there, are you alright?"
"Oh... yes, I'm fine. I was just distracted from the others talking so much... they are rather loud. My apologies, I'm just not used to this yet."
"đđ©, đŽđ°đłđłđș đđȘđ°!"
"đ'đź đ°đŻđđș đ©đąđđ§ đŽđ°đłđłđș."
"đđŠđđ đ'đđ đšđȘđ·đŠ đą đŽđ°đłđłđș đąđŻđ„ đą đ©đąđđ§ đ”đ° đźđąđŹđŠ đ¶đ± đ§đ°đł đđđ¶đŠ'đŽ đ©đąđđ§ đŽđ°đłđłđș!"
"đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ”đ©đąđ”'đŽ đ©đ°đž đ”đ©đąđ” đžđ°đłđŹđŽ, đđŠđ„."
"đđ©đ©đ©, đŽđ”đ°đ± đ”đąđđŹđȘđŻđš. đđ” đ„đŠđ§đŠđąđ”đŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đ°đȘđŻđ” đ°đ§ đąđ±đ°đđ°đšđȘđ»đȘđŻđš đ§đ°đł đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đȘđ§ đșđ°đ¶ đŹđŠđŠđ± đ„đ°đȘđŻđš đȘđ”."
"If you are every too bothered by them, or anything else for that matter, just know that you can talk to me about it at any time. That goes for the other three of you in there, too, if they can hear me."
"They can hear you."
"Good, I want them to know that I am always available to talk about anything they may need to talk about. You are all still my grandchild, or, grandchildren in this case?"
"đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đđȘđŹđŠ 'đšđłđąđŻđ„đ€đ©đȘđđ„đłđŠđŻ'. đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đȘđ”'đŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđŠ đ€đąđŽđŠ đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđȘđŻđšđ¶đđąđł đȘđŽ đŁđŠđ”đ”đŠđł đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ 'đšđłđąđŻđ„đ€đ©đȘđđ„đłđŠđŻ' đźđąđŹđŠđŽ đȘđ” đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đđȘđŹđŠ đžđŠ'đłđŠ đŽđȘđŁđđȘđŻđšđŽ đ°đł đ€đ°đ¶đŽđȘđŻđŽ."
"đ đąđšđłđŠđŠ, 'đšđłđąđŻđ„đ€đ©đȘđđ„' đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đŁđŠđ”đ”đŠđł."
"đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đȘđ„đŠđą đ°đ§ đ¶đŽ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đŽđȘđŁđđȘđŻđšđŽ. đđŠ'đłđŠ đźđ°đłđŠ đđȘđŹđŠ đłđŠđąđđđș, đłđŠđąđđđș, đłđŠđąđđđș đšđ°đ°đ„ đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„đŽ! đđȘđŁđđȘđŻđšđŽ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đžđŠđȘđłđ„."
"We actually prefer 'grandchild' over 'grandchildren' as 'grandchildren' makes us sound like siblings."
Their grandpa nodded in acknowledgement.
"Now, as for my previous question, were you aware that your eye changed colour?"
"I... wasn't. I need to go look at my reflection."
"Alright, I'll tend to the soup in the meantime."
Vio got up from the table and went to their room. When they got there, they opened a small drawer in their desk, and pulled out a hand mirror that Zelda had gifted them. Vio stared into the reflection, and sure enough, their eyes were violet in colour.
"đđ°đŠđŽ đ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠ đ€đ°đđ°đ¶đł đ€đ©đąđŻđšđŠ đ„đŠđ±đŠđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đ°đŻ đžđ©đ°'đŽ đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ?"
"Only one way to test it. Red, would you like to take control?"
"đđ©đ©đ¶đ©!"
"How about you try to take control then. Blue, Green, can one of you see what we look like as we switch? We do have a mirror to see our appearance."
"đ đŠđąđ©, đŽđ¶đłđŠ. đđ° đ°đŻ, đđŠđ„."
"đ, đ'đđ đ”đłđș!"
After around six-ish seconds, another experience began to take form. This one appeared to be in a clearing of a secluded forest. The clearing was pretty close to being perfectly circular, with a decent amount of space, but not so much to the point that it felt vast and empty. There was a roaring campfire directly in the middle which gave the place a cozy warmth and made the air smell smokey. It had a similar atmosphere to that of a camping trip. There was also a perfectly circular waterway that surrounded the campfire at a decent distance. The waterway was big enough for a small canoe to circle around it. There were two canoes in the circle on opposite sides. Vio was in one of the canoes and he could sense Red in the other. It felt like there was a force pushing both of their canoes around the circle. They were going around the circle in the same direction at the same speed, meaning they were constantly the same distance apart. Vio noticed that there was a small flame in the palms of his hands. It didn't burn. It was just warm and gentle. Like holding a warm mug of tea. In the same pattern as the other experiences, after two to three seconds, the experience ended. Vio faded gently back into reality. This time, with the mirror in front of him, they could see it.
The hero's eyes were a fiery scarlet red.
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Red looked into the mirror in front of him. Why did his eyes look so scary? He looked monstrous. Red began to cry a bit.
"Why do I look scary!"
"đđŠđ„, đșđ°đ¶ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đđ°đ°đŹ đŽđ€đąđłđș."
"B- but my eyes are red like a monster's!"
"đđŠđ„, đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđŽ đąđłđŠ đŁđŠđąđ¶đ”đȘđ§đ¶đ. đđ° đźđ°đŻđŽđ”đŠđł đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŽđ¶đ€đ© đ±đłđŠđ”đ”đș đŠđșđŠđŽ."
"đđź, đžđ©đąđ” đđđ¶đŠ đŽđąđȘđ„, đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ."
"You really mean that?"
"đ đŠđąđ©, đ đłđŠđąđđđș đźđŠđąđŻ đ”đ©đąđ”."
Red wiped the tears out of his eyes.
"I would hug you right now if we weren't in the same body."
"đđ”đȘđđ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ°đ¶đł đŽđžđ°đłđ„. đđ©đŠđŻ đžđŠ đŻđŠđčđ” đŽđ±đđȘđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ đ©đ¶đš đźđŠ đ”đ©đŠđŻ, đ°đŹđąđș?"
"Okay... I'ma go see grampa."
Red put their mirror back in the drawer and left their room to go to the kitchen.
"đđ°, đžđ©đąđ” đ„đ°đŠđŽ đȘđ” đŠđčđąđ€đ”đđș đđ°đ°đŹ đđȘđŹđŠ đžđ©đŠđŻ đžđŠ đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ© đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ?"
"đđȘđŽđ±đȘđ”đŠ đ”đ©đŠ 'đŠđčđ±đŠđłđȘđŠđŻđ€đŠđŽ' đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đ”đžđ° đ”đ° đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ đŽđŠđ€đ°đŻđ„đŽ đđ°đŻđš đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đžđ©đ° đąđłđŠ đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš, đ§đłđ°đź đąđŻ đ°đ¶đ”đŽđȘđ„đŠ đ±đŠđłđŽđ±đŠđ€đ”đȘđ·đŠ đȘđ” đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻđŽ đȘđŻđŽđ”đąđŻđ”đđș. đđȘđŽđ¶đąđđđș, đ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđŽ đąđ±đ±đŠđąđł đ”đ° đ¶đŻđ§đ°đ€đ¶đŽ đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠđș đ€đ©đąđŻđšđŠ đ€đ°đđ°đ¶đł đŁđș đ§đąđ„đȘđŻđš đ§đłđ°đź đ°đŻđŠ đ€đ°đđ°đ¶đł đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ·đŠđłđș đČđ¶đȘđ€đŹđđș. đđđŽđ°, đ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđŽ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đ¶đŻđ§đ°đ€đ¶đŽ, đ”đ©đŠđș đ«đ¶đŽđ” đđ°đ°đŹ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đŠđș đ„đ°, đ°đ¶đł đ·đȘđŽđȘđ°đŻ đłđŠđźđąđȘđŻđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ."
"đđŻđ”đŠđłđŠđŽđ”đȘđŻđš, đŽđ° đ„đȘđŽđ±đȘđ”đŠ đȘđ” đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đđȘđŹđŠ đȘđ” đ”đąđŹđŠđŽ đą đ§đŠđž đŽđŠđ€đ°đŻđ„đŽ đ”đ° đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ©, đȘđ” đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻđŽ đȘđŻđŽđ”đąđŻđ”đąđŻđŠđ°đ¶đŽđđș."
"Oh yeah! I forgot to mention, I had the same experience as Blue described having when they switched with Vio, so I think Vio's right about it being person specific."
"đđŠđ„, đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đ”đąđđŹ đ°đ¶đ” đđ°đ¶đ„ đ”đ° đ¶đŽ đ¶đŻđđŠđŽđŽ đžđŠ'đłđŠ đ€đ°đźđ±đđŠđ”đŠđđș đąđđ°đŻđŠ. đđ” đđ°đ°đŹđŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đžđŠ'đłđŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đąđđŹđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đ„đ° đ”đ©đąđ”."
"Oop, sorry! But aren't we basically alone already? Grampa's the only one nearby."
"đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ, đŁđ¶đ” đŽđ”đȘđđ, đȘđ” đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đłđŠđąđđđș đžđŠđȘđłđ„ đ°đ¶đ” đ°đ§ đ€đ°đŻđ”đŠđčđ”."
Red gave a very firm head nod to show he had listened without talking aloud.
"đđźđź, đșđŠđŽ, đ”đ©đŠ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ đŽđ±đŠđ€đȘđ§đȘđ€ đ”đ©đŠđ°đłđș đ€đ©đŠđ€đŹđŽ đ°đ¶đ”. đđș đŠđčđ±đŠđłđȘđŠđŻđ€đŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ”đȘđźđŠ đžđąđŽ đ°đ§ đ€đąđŻđ°đŠđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đą đ±đŠđłđ§đŠđ€đ”đđș đ€đȘđłđ€đ¶đđąđł đžđąđ”đŠđłđžđąđș đȘđŻ đąđŻ đąđđŽđ° đ€đȘđłđ€đ¶đđąđł đ€đđŠđąđłđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đą đ§đ°đłđŠđŽđ” đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đą đ€đąđźđ±đ§đȘđłđŠ đžđ©đȘđđŠ đ©đ°đđ„đȘđŻđš đą đźđȘđŻđȘđąđ”đ¶đłđŠ đ§đȘđłđŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đąđđź đ°đ§ đźđș đ©đąđŻđ„ đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đŁđ¶đłđŻ."
"đđđ đ°đ§ đ°đ¶đł đŠđčđ±đŠđłđȘđŠđŻđ€đŠđŽ, đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đą đđȘđ”đ”đđŠ đžđŠđȘđłđ„, đąđłđŠ đąđ” đđŠđąđŽđ” đŽđ°đźđŠđžđ©đąđ” đŻđ°đłđźđąđ. đđȘđŹđŠ đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đžđŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đłđŠđđąđ”đŠ đ”đ°. đ đŠđ”, đșđ°đ¶đł đ„đŠđŽđ€đłđȘđ±đ”đȘđ°đŻ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđ€đŹđȘđŠđŽđ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đŠđ·đŠđł."
"đđŠđđ, đȘđ” đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đžđąđŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đžđŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đłđŠđđąđ”đŠ đ”đ°, đȘđ” đžđąđŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đ€đąđźđ±đȘđŻđš đąđŻđ„ đ©đ°đđ„đȘđŻđš đą đžđąđłđź đ€đ¶đ± đ°đ§ đ”đŠđą."
"đđ©đȘđđŠ đ€đąđŻđ°đŠđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đą đ€đȘđłđ€đđŠ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đą đ€đąđźđ±đ§đȘđłđŠ?"
"đ đŠđŽ. đđŻ đąđŻ đąđđŽđ° đ€đȘđłđ€đ¶đđąđł đ€đđŠđąđłđȘđŻđš đ°đ§ đą đ§đ°đłđŠđŽđ”. đ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đŽđŠđŻđŽđŠ đđŠđ„ đȘđŻ đą đ€đąđŻđ°đŠ đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ±đ±đ°đŽđȘđ”đŠ đŽđȘđ„đŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đȘđłđ€đđŠ, đ”đ°đ°."
"đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ đžđŠ'đđ đŠđąđ€đ© đŠđčđ±đŠđłđȘđŠđŻđ€đŠ đȘđ” đ§đ°đł đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ·đŠđŽ đŠđ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đąđđđș."
Red had now made it to the kitchen and was now smiling at their grandpa.
"Hey grampa!"
Their grandpa looked over towards them. He seemed to notice that their eye color changed.
"Hello. I see your eye color changed, is this Red that I'm speaking to, or someone else?"
"Yeah! I'm, Red!"
"Well, Red. Would you mind helping me set the table? The soups almost ready."
"Of course! I'd love to help!"
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The hero was currently laying on their bed within their room. It was extremely dark out and moonlight was pouring through their window.
"đđźđź, đ”đ©đąđ” đŽđ°đ¶đ± đžđąđŽ đšđ°đ°đ„. đđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠđŻ'đ” đ©đąđ„ đšđłđąđŻđ„đ±đą'đŽ đ€đ°đ°đŹđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đ§đ°đłđŠđ·đŠđł."
"đ đŠđŽ... đ'đź đšđđąđ„ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ©đ°đźđŠ."
"đ'đź đ«đ¶đŽđ” đšđđąđ„ đžđŠ đšđŠđ” đ”đ° đŽđđŠđŠđ± đȘđŻ đ°đ¶đł đŁđŠđ„ đłđąđ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ©đąđŻ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đźđȘđ„đ„đđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đžđ°đ°đ„đŽ."
"I liked being able to just spend time with grampa, I missed him a lot."
"đ đ”đ°đđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đłđŠđąđ€đ” đŻđŠđšđąđ”đȘđ·đŠđđș."
"Yeah, you were right."
"đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ° đ±đłđ°đ±đ°đŽđŠ đą đŽđ¶đšđšđŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ±đ°đ”đŠđŻđ”đȘđąđđđș đđŠđąđ„ đ”đ° đą đŁđŠđŻđŠđ§đȘđ€đȘđąđ đŠđŻđ„ đłđŠđŽđ¶đđ”."
"đđŹđȘđ± đ”đ©đŠ đŻđŠđłđ„ đ”đąđđŹ đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș, đžđ©đąđ” đȘđŽ đȘđ”?"
"đđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đȘđŻđ·đ°đđ·đŠ đŠđȘđ”đ©đŠđł đźđŠ đ©đąđ·đȘđŻđš đ§đłđŠđČđ¶đŠđŻđ” đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ·đŠđł đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đ°đł đŽđ±đđȘđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ°đ§đ”đŠđŻ đŽđ° đ đ€đąđŻ đłđŠđŽđŠđąđłđ€đ© đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš."
"đđ°. đđŠ đąđłđŠ đŻđ°đ” đšđȘđ·đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ·đŠđł đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đźđ°đłđŠ đ°đ§đ”đŠđŻ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđ° đșđ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ đŁđŠ đą đŻđŠđłđ„."
"đđ¶đ” đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ đ€đąđŻ đŁđłđȘđŻđš đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đŁđąđ€đŹ."
"đđčđ€đ¶đŽđŠ đźđŠ, đșđ°đ¶ đŹđđđ©?"
"You can bring him back!?"
"đđȘđ°, đ©đ°đž đ„đ° đșđ°đ¶ đȘđŻđ”đŠđŻđ„ đ”đ° đ„đ° đ”đ©đąđ”?"
"đđŠđđ, đžđ©đȘđđŠ đ đžđąđŽ đ°đŻ đŠđŻđŠđźđș đ”đŠđłđłđȘđ”đ°đłđș, đ đ±đȘđ€đŹđŠđ„ đ¶đ± đŽđ°đźđŠ đŁđ°đ°đŹđŽ đ°đŻ đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€. đ đđŠđąđłđŻđŠđ„ đą đŁđȘđ” đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đȘđ”, đąđŻđ„ đ đ€đąđŻ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đ¶đŽđŠ đȘđ” đȘđŻ đŽđźđąđđ đČđ¶đąđŻđ”đȘđ”đȘđŠđŽ. đđ¶đłđȘđŻđš đźđș đłđŠđŽđŠđąđłđ€đ©, đ đ„đȘđŽđ€đ°đ·đŠđłđŠđ„ đą đžđąđș đ”đ° đłđŠđ·đȘđ·đŠ đ€đłđŠđąđ”đ¶đłđŠđŽ đ°đ§ đŽđ©đąđ„đ°đž đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ©đŠ đ¶đŽđŠ đ°đ§ đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€. đ đ°đłđȘđšđȘđŻđąđđđș đ§đȘđđŠđ„ đȘđ” đąđžđąđș đąđŽ đą đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ¶đŽđŠ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ„đąđłđŹđŻđŠđŽđŽ, đŁđ¶đ” đŽđȘđŻđ€đŠ đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đ©đȘđźđŽđŠđđ§ đžđąđŽ, đžđŠđđ, đą đ€đłđŠđąđ”đ¶đłđŠ đ°đ§ đŽđ©đąđ„đ°đž, đȘđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đ±đ°đŽđŽđȘđŁđđŠ đ”đ° đłđŠđ·đȘđ·đŠ đ©đȘđź đąđŽ đžđŠđđ. đđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đ°đžđŠđ·đŠđł, đłđŠđČđ¶đȘđłđŠ đą đđ°đ” đ°đ§ đłđŠđŽđŠđąđłđ€đ©. đ'đź đ§đȘđŻđŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đ„đ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đłđŠđŽđŠđąđłđ€đ©, đ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŻđŠđŠđ„ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đšđȘđ·đŠđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ±đ±đ°đłđ”đ¶đŻđȘđ”đș đ”đ° đ„đ° đȘđ”."
"đđ¶đ©, đ§đȘđŻđŠ. đ đ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ đ„đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đ„đ¶đźđŁ đŻđŠđłđ„ đłđŠđąđ„đȘđŻđš đąđŽ đđ°đŻđš đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đ€đąđŻ đłđŠđ·đȘđ·đŠ đ©đȘđź. đđ” đ”đąđŹđŠđŽ đą đźđȘđč đ°đ§ đŁđ°đ”đ© đŽđ”đ¶đ±đȘđ„đȘđ”đș đąđŻđ„ đźđ°đčđȘđŠ đ”đ° đŽđąđ€đłđȘđ§đȘđ€đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đđȘđ§đŠ đ§đ°đł đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đąđ§đ”đŠđł đ”đ©đŠđș đŁđŠđ”đłđąđș đșđ°đ¶, đŁđ¶đ” đ©đŠ đ€đ©đ°đ°đŽđŠ đ”đ° đ„đ° đŽđ° đąđŻđșđžđąđș, đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđŻđšđ„đ°đź đžđąđŽ đŽđąđ·đŠđ„ đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ°đ§ đȘđ”. đđ°đ” đ°đŻđđș đ”đ©đąđ”, đŁđ¶đ” đ§đłđ°đź đ©đ°đž đșđ°đ¶ đ„đŠđŽđ€đłđȘđŁđŠ đ©đȘđź, đ'đ„ đŽđąđș đ©đŠ đ„đŠđŽđŠđłđ·đŠđŽ đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ€đ©đąđŻđ€đŠ đąđ” đą đđȘđ§đŠ."
"đđ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶."
"Mmm, can we sleep now? I'm tired."
"đ đŠđąđ©, đđŠđ”'đŽ đšđŠđ” đŽđ°đźđŠ đŽđđŠđŠđ±. đđŠ đ„đŠđŽđŠđłđ·đŠ đȘđ”."
With that, Red began to drift off into sleep. He had a long day, and an even longer adventure. He needed some rest.
The hero's eyes were, yet again, a memorable violet.
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Vio opened their eyes and was immediately confused. Why we're they in control? Why didn't they have one of those experiences? He moved their hand up to their face to make sure that he was actually in control of the body. He was. That left more questions than answers.
"That's... odd."
"đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đ°đ„đ„?
"I think Red fell asleep, thus forcing me into control."
"đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đđđ¶đŠ đ§đŠđđ đąđŽđđŠđŠđ±, đ”đ°đ°. đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ đȘđ” đźđąđŹđŠđŽ đŽđŠđŻđŽđŠ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đ”đ° đ±đ¶đ” đąđŻ đąđžđąđŹđŠ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đȘđ§ đžđ©đ° đžđąđŽ đ±đłđŠđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽđđș đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ§đąđđđŽ đąđŽđđŠđŠđ±."
"Yes, but that switch left more questions than answers. I didn't have one of those experiences, and due to the circumstances, I can't determine why. It could be that, since Red was asleep, he couldn't have one of those experiences himself, so I didn't have one either. It also could be that, when Red fell asleep, he may have been sent into our mind, leaving nobody in control, thus when I was forced into control, I wasn't actually switching with anybody. There are also a few reasons unrelated to Red being asleep that may be the cause for not having an experience. One being that we may only have an experience the first time we switch with a person, and the other being that since me and Red were the ones who switched previously, it could be that we just wouldn't have another experience while switching back. Another unknown is why đ was put into control. It could just be random, or it could be because I was the one in control previously before Red."
"đđźđź... đžđŠđđ, đźđș đ€đ°đŻđ€đđ¶đŽđȘđ°đŻ đȘđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đđđ¶đŠ'đŽ đłđȘđšđ©đ”. đ đ°đ¶'đłđŠ đą đŻđŠđłđ„."
"Hey! That is utterly preposterous! I am not a nerd! I just overanalyze everything!"
"đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đŠđčđąđ€đ”đđș đžđ©đąđ” đą đŻđŠđłđ„ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŽđąđș. đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŹđŻđ°đž, đ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ©đŠđąđłđ„ đą đŻđŠđłđ„ đŽđąđș đȘđ”. đđ° đ”đ° đŽđđŠđŠđ±, đđȘ. đ đ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ đ°đ·đŠđłđąđŻđąđđșđ»đŠ đȘđ” đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đźđ°đłđŻđȘđŻđš."
"Fine."
Vio did go to sleep not long after, but they waited for Green to go to sleep first as to prevent another random switch. With all four of their consciousnesses asleep, their body could now rest.
The hero finally slept.
Notes:
đ đ©đ°đ±đŠ đșđ°đ¶'đłđŠ đŠđŻđ«đ°đșđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ° đ§đąđł! â„ïž
đđ©đŠ đ€đ°đđ°đłđŽ đąđłđŠ đ”đžđŠđđ·đŠ đșđŠđąđłđŽ đ°đđ„ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ©đąđ±đ”đŠđł. đđ©đŠđș đžđŠđłđŠ đŠđȘđšđ©đ” đșđŠđąđłđŽ đ°đđ„ đžđ©đŠđŻ đ”đ©đŠđș đžđŠđŻđ” đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đąđ„đ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đłđŠ. (đđȘđŻđȘđŽđ© đđąđ±)
đđđ đ€đ°đźđźđŠđŻđ”đŽ đąđłđŠ đ©đŠđąđ·đȘđđș đąđ±đ±đłđŠđ€đȘđąđ”đŠđ„! âĄ
Chapter 2: The Revival
Summary:
Three years of continuous research later, and Vio is both knowledgeable and skilled enough with dark magic to revive Shadow.
The only issue is a certain requirement.
Though, for the colours, this requirement has been what they've basically been living with already.
No harm in adding another to their shared body, right?
Notes:
Shadow's being revived and is as fabulous as ever!
đđ©đąđ±đ”đŠđł đȘđŻđ€đđ¶đ„đŠđŽ đ”đŠđŠđŻđąđšđŠ đđ°đ¶đł đąđŻđ„ đđ©đąđ„đ°đž/đđȘđ°.
Have a lovely reading! â„ïž
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
After living as a singular person for three years, the colours had gotten quite used to it. They would wake up each day, have breakfast, work in the forge for a few hours, have lunch, allow Vio to research dark magic for two hours, work in the forge for a few more hours, have dinner, spend time with their grandpa, then go to bed. Though, since the other colours had a tendency to fall asleep before Vio, he had a habit of staying up late and reading in bed.
Today however, Vio was confident. They could revive Shadow. There was just one small problem they would need to talk to the other colours about first.
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"Vi, what is this 'problem'?"
"đđŠđđ, đȘđ”'đŽ đŻđ°đ” đŻđŠđ€đŠđŽđŽđąđłđȘđđș đą đ„đ§đ€đđĄđđą. đđ”'đŽ đźđ°đłđŠ đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđŽ đłđŠđČđ¶đȘđłđŠđ„ đ”đ° đłđŠđ·đȘđ·đŠ đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đ”đ©đąđ” đ đŻđŠđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ„đȘđŽđ€đ¶đŽđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶ đąđđ đ§đȘđłđŽđ”."
"đđ¶đŽđ” đŽđąđș đȘđ” đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș."
"đđŠđđ, đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ'đŽ đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đ”đžđ° đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ. đđŻđŠ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đą đźđąđ”đ”đŠđł đ°đ§ đ€đłđŠđąđ”đȘđŻđš đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đźđąđș đŁđŠ đą đŽđđȘđšđ©đ”đđș đ„đȘđ§đ§đȘđ€đ¶đđ”, đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đą đźđąđ”đ”đŠđł đ°đ§ đȘđ§ đșđ°đ¶ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đ°đŹđąđș đžđȘđ”đ© đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš."
"đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđŻđŻđą đŹđŻđ°đž đȘđ§ đžđŠ'đłđŠ đ°đŹđąđș đžđȘđ”đ©?"
"đđ°, đ”đ° đŁđŠ đąđŁđđŠ đ”đ° đŁđłđȘđŻđš đŽđ©đąđ„đ°đž đŁđąđ€đŹ, đžđŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° 'đ€đ°đźđŁđȘđŻđŠ đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đŁđ°đ„đș đžđȘđ”đ© đ°đ¶đł đ°đžđŻ'. đđ©đȘđ€đ© đŁđąđŽđȘđ€đąđđđș đźđŠđąđŻđŽ đžđŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đąđ„đ„ đ©đȘđź đ”đ° đ°đ¶đł đŽđ©đąđłđŠđ„ đŁđ°đ„đș."
"Vio, you're telling us, to bring Shadow back, we would have to add him to our body as well? How would we even do that? Would he even be alright with that?"
"đđŽ đ§đąđł đąđŽ đ'đź đąđžđąđłđŠ, đ©đŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đŁđŠ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ. đđŽ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đ©đ°đž, đ”đ©đąđ”'đŽ đłđŠđđąđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đžđŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đźđąđŹđŠ. đđȘđłđŽđ” đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©, đ°đ±đȘđŻđȘđ°đŻđŽ đ°đŻ đ©đąđ·đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź đ«đ°đȘđŻ đ¶đŽ?"
"đ đđȘđđšđš đ'đź đ§đȘđŻđŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đȘđŽ. đ đ°đ¶'đ·đŠ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đłđŠđŽđŠđąđłđ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ©đ°đž đ”đ° đłđŠđ·đȘđ·đŠ đ©đȘđź đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đ±đąđŽđ” đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ đșđŠđąđłđŽ. đ đ°đ¶'đ·đŠ đ€đ°đźđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ§đąđł đŽđ° đžđŠ đźđȘđšđ©đ” đąđŽ đžđŠđđ đŁđłđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź đŁđąđ€đŹ. đđ”'đŽ đŻđ°đ” đđȘđŹđŠ đȘđ” đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ±đ°đŽđŽđȘđŁđđș đŁđŠ đ©đđđ© đ„đȘđ§đ§đŠđłđŠđŻđ” đ§đłđ°đź đ©đ°đž đžđŠ'đłđŠ đ€đ¶đłđłđŠđŻđ”đđș đđȘđ·đȘđŻđš."
"đ'đź đ°đŹđąđș đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đąđ”! đđȘđ”đ© đ©đ°đž đ§đ°đŻđ„đđș đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ±đŠđąđŹ đ°đ§ đđ©đąđ„đ°đž, đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ©đŠ đźđ¶đŽđ” đŁđŠ đąđŁđŽđ°đđ¶đ”đŠđđș đđ°đ·đŠđđș đ”đ° đ”đąđđŹ đžđȘđ”đ©! đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đłđŠđąđđđș đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ° đźđŠđŠđ” đ©đȘđź đȘđŻ đą đŽđ€đŠđŻđąđłđȘđ° đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đžđŠ đąđłđŠđŻ'đ” đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł!"
"If they're alright with it, then I guess I am as well. I don't see how it could be that bad. That is if he's truly how you describe him. Now, what would we need to do to fuse him with us?"
"We... would need to make a replica of the Four Sword with an ore the heavily resonates with shadow magic. More specifically, obsidian."
"đ đ°đ¶ đžđąđŻđ” đ¶đŽ đ”đ° đźđąđŹđŠ đą đłđŠđ±đđȘđ€đą đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đđ€đȘđ§ đđŹđ€đ§đ. đ đ°đ¶ đ„đ° đ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đąđŻđ„ đ©đ°đž đ„đȘđ§đ§đȘđ€đ¶đđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đłđȘđšđ©đ”? đđąđŹđȘđŻđš đŽđžđ°đłđ„đŽ đȘđŽ đ°đŻđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŻđš, đŁđ¶đ” đą đ§đđ„đĄđđđ đ°đ§ đą đąđđđđđđĄ đšđŹđ€đ§đ? đđ°đž đ±đłđŠđ€đȘđŽđŠ đ„đ°đŠđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đłđŠđ±đđȘđ€đą đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đŁđŠ? đđŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đŠđąđŽđȘđđș đźđąđŹđŠ đą đšđđąđđĄđđ§ đŽđžđ°đłđ„, đŁđ¶đ” đąđŻ đđđđđ© đłđŠđ±đđȘđ€đą đȘđŽ đą đžđ©đ°đđŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ©đȘđŻđš."
"đđ” đ©đąđŽ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đąđŻ đŠđčđąđ€đ” đłđŠđ±đđȘđ€đą đ„đ°đžđŻ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŽđźđąđđđŠđŽđ” đ„đŠđ”đąđȘđ. đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đžđ©đąđ” đ đźđŠđŻđ” đžđ©đŠđŻ đ đŽđąđȘđ„ đȘđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đ„đȘđ§đ§đȘđ€đ¶đđ”."
"đ đ°đ¶ đąđłđŠ đŽđ°, đŽđ°, đđ¶đ€đŹđș đ đąđź đ«đđ§đź đ°đŁđŽđŠđłđ·đąđŻđ” đžđ©đŠđŻ đȘđ” đ€đ°đźđŠđŽ đ”đ° đŽđźđąđđ đ„đŠđ”đąđȘđđŽ. đđđŽđ°, đ°đŁđŽđȘđ„đȘđąđŻ đȘđŽ đ„đąđźđŻđŠđ„ đŠđčđ±đŠđŻđŽđȘđ·đŠ, đŽđ° đșđ°đ¶'đłđŠ đąđđŽđ° đ·đŠđłđș đđ¶đ€đŹđș đ”đ©đąđ” đ đŹđŻđ°đž đą đšđ¶đș đžđ©đ° đ°đžđŠđŽ đźđŠ đŁđȘđš đ”đȘđźđŠ, đąđŻđ„ đ€đąđŻ đŽđŠđđ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ°đźđŠ đ°đŁđŽđȘđ„đȘđąđŻ đ§đ°đł đ©đąđđ§ đ±đłđȘđ€đŠ."
"đ đ°đ¶'đ„ đłđŠđąđđđș đ§đ°đłđšđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđžđ°đłđ„?"
"đ đŠđąđ©, đ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđąđȘđ„ đ”đ©đąđ”. đđłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ„đŠđąđ§ đŻđ°đž đ”đ°đ° đ°đł đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš?"
"đđ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ° đźđ¶đ€đ©, đđđ¶đŠ."
"đ đŠđąđ©, đșđŠđąđ©, đșđŠđąđ©, đđłđŠđŠđŻ, đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđđđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ©đŠđđ± đźđŠ đźđąđŹđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đŽđžđ°đłđ„? đđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș đŁđŠ đŠđąđŽđȘđŠđł đȘđ§ đžđŠ đŽđ±đđȘđ” đžđ©đȘđđŠ đźđąđŹđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đŽđ° đžđŠ đ€đąđŻ đšđŠđ” đȘđ” đ„đ°đŻđŠ đ§đąđŽđ”đŠđł."
"That works for me. Shall we go get the obsidian?"
"đ đŠđąđ©, đźđȘđŻđ„ đȘđ§ đ đ”đąđŹđŠ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ?"
"Go ahead."
A moment later, Green felt the familiar comfort of cool water from Blue switching control. They had switched control with each other so many times at this point that their switching just felt normal.
The hero's eyes were once again, a brilliant ocean blue.
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"Welp, time to get some half price obsidian."
Blue walked over to their desk and pulled off the back, revealing a secret compartment.
"đđŠđș, đžđ©đŠđŻ đ„đȘđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đšđŠđ” đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ?"
Blue then pulled out a sealed envelope from the back of the compartment which had the only the word "read" written on the back.
"đđ°đ©, đžđ©đąđ”'đŽ đ”đ©đŠ đŠđŻđ·đŠđđ°đ±đŠ đ§đ°đł?"
"Envelope? What envelope? There's no envelope."
Blue grabbed their bag and placed the envelope inside it. The content of that letter was none of their business. She then went to the common room to say bye to their grandfather.
"Hey, gramps, we're gonna swing on over to this place I know to get some materials for a sword we're making. We'll be back in about two hours."
"Some materials? What kind of materials are you getting?"
"Obsidian, we need it for something specific. No substitutes would work. I don't really know why we need obsidian specifically, but Vio's the one who's knowledgeable on what we need it for. I know a guy who will sell it to us for half price though."
"Okay, you kids be safe, alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, we're always safe. Well, except for when we're not. Aside from then, we're always safe."
"Ah, yes, of course. You kids run along now. Be good!"
"Alright, bye gramps!"
"Goodbye, Blue."
Blue walked out the front door and made a sharp left turn. He knew where to go. She had gone there almost everytime they left the house in his own individual body.
"đđ°, đžđ©đș đ„đ°đŠđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đšđ¶đș, 'đ°đžđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŁđȘđš đ”đȘđźđŠ' đŠđčđąđ€đ”đđș?"
"Not ya business."
"đđŠđđ, đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ¶đłđŠ đŽđŠđŠđź đ”đ° đŹđŻđ°đž đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș. đđłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ¶đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đžđąđŻđ” đ”đ° đ”đŠđđ đ¶đŽ đąđŻđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš, đđđ¶đŠ?"
"Positive."
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They now stood in front of a small house on the edge of town. Blue then knocked on the door. She hoped he remembered their agreement. The door swung open a moment later.
"Hello there, the name Blue ring a bell? I'm look'n for some obsidian. Remember our deal?"
Blue gestured towards their clothes. The guy, who was almost the same age as the colors, seemed to understand what Blue was referring to.
"Yes, sir. Um, ma'am? I- I can get you some obsidian for you at only half price."
"Sir will do for now. I need obsidian of high quality."
"Y- yes, sir. I'll go fetch that right away for you, sir."
Once the guy disappeared into a back room of their house, Blue whispered to the other colors.
"Vio, does it matter what obsidian we use for the sword?"
"đđŠđđ, đȘđ” đ©đąđŽ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đŁđȘđš đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ° đ¶đŽđŠ, đ°đŁđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽđđș. đđ” đąđđŽđ° đ©đąđŽ đ”đ° đ©đąđ·đŠ đą đŽđ”đłđ°đŻđš đłđŠđŽđ°đŻđąđŻđ€đŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đŽđ©đąđ„đ°đž đźđąđšđȘđ€. đ đ€đąđŻ đȘđ„đŠđŻđ”đȘđ§đș đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đ°đŁđŽđȘđ„đȘđąđŻ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đžđ°đłđŹ đŁđŠđŽđ”."
"You better, because I have no clue how I would be able to tell which random piece of obsidian has a 'strong resonance with shadow magic'. How does one even identify such a thing. And no, that wasn't actually a question."
"đđ”đž, đžđ©đș'đŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đŹđȘđ„ đŽđ° đŽđ€đąđłđŠđ„ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶? đ đ°đ¶ đŽđąđȘđ„ đ©đŠ đ°đžđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶, đŁđ¶đ” đžđ©đąđ” đŠđčđąđ€đ”đđș đ„đ°đŠđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đŠđŻđ”đąđȘđ đ§đ°đł đ©đȘđź đ”đ° đ€đąđđ đșđ°đ¶ 'đšđđ§'? đđŠ'đŽ đđȘđ”đŠđłđąđđđș đąđđźđ°đŽđ” đ”đžđȘđ€đŠ đ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđȘđšđ©đ”."
"đđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș, đ©đŠ'đŽ đąđ±đ±đłđ°đčđȘđźđąđ”đŠđđș đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ đ©đąđđ·đŠđŽ đ°đ¶đł đ©đȘđšđ©đ”. đ đ°đ¶ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đąđđŽđ° đŽđąđș đ©đŠ'đŽ đ°đŻđŠ đąđŻđ„ đą đ©đąđđ§ đ”đȘđźđŠđŽ đ°đ¶đł đ©đȘđšđ©đ”."
"đđȘ, đ đžđąđŽ đŠđčđąđšđšđŠđłđąđ”đȘđŻđš."
"đ đŹđŻđ°đž đ”đ©đąđ”."
"đđ°đŻ'đ” đđȘđŠ, đđȘ. đđŠ đŁđ°đ”đ© đŹđŻđ°đž đșđ°đ¶ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đ”đŠđđ."
"He's not a 'kid', he's only two years younger than us. I also told you, that's none of your business."
"đđŠ'đŽ đ”đžđ° đșđŠđąđłđŽ đșđ°đ¶đŻđšđŠđł đ”đ©đąđŻ đ¶đŽ? đđŠ đđ°đ°đŹđŽ đ°đ¶đł đąđšđŠ. đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ©, đ”đ©đąđ” đźđąđș đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŁđŠ đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đžđŠ'đłđŠ đŽđ©đ°đłđ”."
"đđŠ'đłđŠ đŻđ°đ” đŽđ©đ°đłđ”, đžđŠ'đłđŠ đ§đ¶đŻ-đŽđȘđ»đŠđ„."
"đđŠ'đłđŠ đȘđŁđđđĄđđđ«đđđĄđź đŽđ©đ°đłđ”. đđŠ'đ·đŠ đđȘđ”đŠđłđąđđđș đ°đŻđđș đšđłđ°đžđŻ đ”đžđ° đȘđŻđ€đ©đŠđŽ đŽđȘđŻđ€đŠ đ°đ¶đł đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đąđ„đ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đłđŠ, đŽđŠđ·đŠđŻ đșđŠđąđłđŽ đąđšđ°."
"đđŠđŠ, đžđŠ'đłđŠ đŽđ”đȘđđ đ”đžđ° đȘđŻđ€đ©đŠđŽ đ”đąđđđŠđł đ”đ©đąđŻ đźđ°đŽđ” đŠđȘđšđ©đ” đșđŠđąđł đ°đđ„đŽ!"
"đđŠ'đłđŠ đđđđ©đđđŁ, đđŠđ„. đđŠ đąđłđŠđŻ'đ” đšđłđ°đžđȘđŻđš đąđŻđșđ”đȘđźđŠ đŽđ°đ°đŻ."
"đđźđ±đ©."
The guy returned from the other room carrying a red cloth with various different kinds of obsidian strewn across it. He then presented the various obsidian to Blue.
"đđ°đž. đđ©đŠđș đąđđ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ«đđ§đź đŽđ”đłđ°đŻđš đłđŠđŽđ°đŻđąđŻđ€đŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đŽđ©đąđ„đ°đž đźđąđšđȘđ€."
"A- Are any of these to your liking, sir?"
"đđź... đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ©đŠđș đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đąđđ đžđ°đłđŹ đ±đłđŠđ”đ”đș đžđŠđđ, đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ”đ©đąđ” đ·đŠđłđș đđąđłđšđŠ, đ°đłđŁ-đđȘđŹđŠ đ±đȘđŠđ€đŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đžđ°đłđŹ đŁđŠđŽđ”. đđ° đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đąđŁđđŠ đ”đ° đžđ°đłđŹ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đąđ” đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đŽđžđ°đłđ„?"
Blue just nodded in response to both questions.
"Can I get that piece?"
Blue pointed to the chunk of obsidian Vio was referring to.
"Y- Yes, that will be 2,500 rupees."
Blue nodded again.
"đđ©đąđ”'đŽ... đą đđ°đ”. đđ©đŠđłđŠ'đŽ đą đłđŠđąđŽđ°đŻ đžđŠ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đ¶đŽđ¶đąđđđș đ¶đŽđŠ đ°đŁđŽđȘđ„đȘđąđŻ đȘđŻ đ°đ¶đł đŽđžđ°đłđ„đŽ."
The guy went to set the rest of the obsidian on a nearby table while Blue dug through their bag for the rupees. It đłđŠđąđđđș needed organised, but Blue knew he was the only one of them who would actually organize it. When the guy came back to the door, Blue handed over the rupees.
"đđŠ'đłđŠ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đźđ°đłđŠ đ§đłđ¶đšđąđ đžđȘđ”đ© đ°đ¶đł đźđ°đŻđŠđș đ§đ°đł đą đžđ©đȘđđŠ đąđ§đ”đŠđł đ”đ©đȘđŽ."
The guy then went back over to the table and wrapped the obsidian in a thick cloth, which he then handed to Blue. Blue handed him the envelope from their bag in exchange.
"đđ° đ”đ©đąđ”'đŽ đžđ©đ° đ”đ©đąđ” đŠđŻđ·đŠđđ°đ±đŠ đȘđŽ đ§đ°đł."
He looked at the word "read" on the back of the envelope and looked back at Blue.
"Now?"
"Later."
Blue gestured to her clothes again. The guy nodded.
"Well, you have a good day, đŽđȘđł."
"You, too."
Blue then gave a sly smile and walked away from the house to head back home.
"Do we need any other materials to make this sword?"
"đđŽ đ§đąđł đąđŽ đ'đź đąđžđąđłđŠ, đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đąđđ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŻđŠđ€đŠđŽđŽđąđłđș đźđąđ”đŠđłđȘđąđđŽ đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș."
"đđąđȘđ”... đ đŹđŻđŠđž đ”đ©đąđ” đšđ¶đș đŽđŠđŠđźđŠđ„ đ§đąđźđȘđđȘđąđł! đ đźđŠđ” đ©đȘđź đ°đŻ đ°đ¶đł đąđ„đ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đłđŠ!"
"Really? Like, actually?"
"đ đŠđąđ©! đđŠđźđŠđźđŁđŠđł đ©đ°đž đ đ”đ°đđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đąđđ, đžđ©đŠđŻ đžđŠ đšđ°đ” đŽđŠđ±đąđłđąđ”đŠđ„, đą đŹđȘđ„ đšđąđ·đŠ đźđŠ đźđș đ§đȘđłđŠđłđ°đ„ đąđŻđ„ đ§đłđąđźđŠđ„ đźđŠ đ§đ°đł đđȘđšđ©đ”đȘđŻđš đ§đȘđłđŠ đ”đ° đą đ·đȘđđđąđšđŠ? đđŠ'đŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đŹđȘđ„! đđŠ đžđąđŽ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đŠđŻ đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ!"
Blue then began hysterically laughing. They probably looked insane from an outside perspective, but he didn't really care.
"đđđ¶đŠ, đșđ°đ¶ đ„đ° đłđŠđąđđȘđ»đŠ đžđŠ đđ°đ°đŹ đȘđŻđŽđąđŻđŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶ đđąđ¶đšđ©đȘđŻđš đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đąđ”, đłđȘđšđ©đ”?"
"I know, I know. Just- did he seriously set fire to a village? And frame đźđ€đȘ?"
"đđŽ đ§đąđł đąđŽ đ'đź đąđžđąđłđŠ, đ©đŠ đ„đȘđ„. đ đźđŠđ” đ©đȘđź đ”đžđȘđ€đŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ·đȘđđđąđšđŠ. đđ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đ”đȘđźđŠ, đ©đŠ đłđąđŻ đ¶đ± đ”đ° đźđŠ đąđŻđ„ đąđŽđŹđŠđ„ đźđŠ đ”đ° đ©đŠđđ± đ©đȘđź đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đžđ©đ°đđŠ đ·đȘđđđąđšđŠ đžđąđŽ đžđłđ°đŻđšđđș đŁđđąđźđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź đ§đ°đł đŽđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ§đȘđłđŠ đ”đ° đȘđ”. đ đŁđŠđđȘđŠđ·đŠđ„ đ©đȘđź, đąđŻđ„ đžđ©đŠđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ·đȘđđđąđšđŠđłđŽ đ€đąđźđŠ đđ°đ°đŹđȘđŻđš đ§đ°đł đ©đȘđź, đ đ”đłđȘđŠđ„ đ”đ° đłđŠđąđŽđ°đŻ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠđź đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ°đŻđđș đą đŹđȘđ„ đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đžđąđŽ đŻđ° đžđąđș đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđŠ đłđŠđŽđ±đ°đŻđŽđȘđŁđđŠ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŠ. đđ°đžđŠđ·đŠđł, đ©đŠ đ”đ©đŠđŻ đŽđ”đ°đđŠ đźđș đŽđžđ°đłđ„ đąđŻđ„ đłđąđŻ đ°đ§đ§! đđ©đŠ đ·đȘđđđąđšđŠđłđŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đ”đ©đŠđŻ đźđąđ„ đąđ” đąđ đ§đ°đł đđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđ„ đšđŠđ” đąđžđąđș. đ đđąđ”đŠđł đ§đ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđ„ đąđŻđ„ đąđŽđŹđŠđ„ đ©đȘđź đ”đ° đšđȘđ·đŠ đźđŠ đźđș đŽđžđ°đłđ„ đŁđąđ€đŹ, đŁđ¶đ” đ©đŠ đ€đđąđȘđźđŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đ©đąđ·đŠ đȘđ” đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đ©đąđ„ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đźđŠđ” đźđŠ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ. đđŠ đ”đ©đŠđŻ đšđąđ·đŠ đźđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŠđłđ°đ„, đ€đđąđȘđźđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đ©đŠ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đ©đąđ·đŠ đźđș đŽđžđ°đłđ„, đ©đŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đŽđ”đȘđđ đšđȘđ·đŠ đźđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŠđłđ°đ„ đŽđ° đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đŁđŠ đ„đŠđ§đŠđŻđŽđŠđđŠđŽđŽ. đđ©đŠđŻ đ©đŠ đžđŠđŻđ” đąđŻđ„ đ”đ°đđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ·đȘđđđąđšđŠđłđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đ đžđąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđŠ đłđŠđŽđ±đ°đŻđŽđȘđŁđđŠ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŠ đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đ đžđąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđŠ đ§đłđąđźđȘđŻđš đđđą. đđ°, đŽđȘđŻđ€đŠ đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ§đłđąđźđȘđŻđš đźđŠ, đąđŻđ„ đŽđȘđŻđ€đŠ đ©đŠ đ©đąđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŠđłđ°đ„, đ đ§đȘđšđ¶đłđŠđ„ đ©đŠ đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đ„đȘđ„ đŽđ”đąđłđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŠđŽ đąđŻđ„ đžđąđŽ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đą đšđ°đ°đ„ đđȘđąđł."
"đđŠ đźđąđș đ©đąđ·đŠ đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đŻđ°đ” đŽđ”đąđłđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŠđŽ. đ đŁđŠđđȘđŠđ·đŠ đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đźđąđș đ©đąđ·đŠ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđŠ đ”đ° đŽđ”đąđłđ” đ”đ©đŠđź. đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đ©đąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đąđŁđȘđđȘđ”đș đ”đ° đŽđ©đąđ±đŠđŽđ©đȘđ§đ”, đŽđ° đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ©đŠ đźđąđș đ©đąđ·đŠ đŽđŠđ” đ§đȘđłđŠ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ·đȘđđđąđšđŠ, đšđąđ·đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŠđłđ°đ„ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđ„, đ”đ©đŠđŻ đ”đłđąđŻđŽđ§đ°đłđźđŠđ„ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđ„ đ”đ° đšđ° đŽđ”đŠđąđ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđžđ°đłđ„. đđ©đŠ đŹđȘđ„ đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đ„đȘđ„ đ§đłđąđźđŠ đșđ°đ¶, đŁđ¶đ” đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đą đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đ§đłđąđźđŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đŹđȘđ„ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đ±đđąđ€đŠ đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ©đŠ đŹđŻđŠđž đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđ„ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ§đłđąđźđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đłđŠđźđ°đ·đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđđąđźđŠ đ§đłđ°đź đ©đȘđźđŽđŠđđ§."
"So he didn't set a village on fire, but he did frame Red?"
"đđ° đźđș đŹđŻđ°đžđđŠđ„đšđŠ, đ”đ©đąđ”'đŽ đžđ©đąđ” đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻđŠđ„. đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đŽđ° đ§đ¶đŻđŻđș đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đšđ¶đș đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđ” đŹđȘđ„ đąđŻđșđžđąđș?"
"You wouldn't get it."
"đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đą đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đžđŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đšđŠđ” đȘđ”, đșđ°đ¶ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đžđąđŻđ” đ”đ° đ”đŠđđ đ¶đŽ đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš."
"Oh, hush, we have to get home to go make a sword."
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The colors were split and were standing around the now completed replica of the Four Sword. It was exactly like the Four Sword down to the smallest intricate details.
"Finally! It's done!"
"Yeah, the stupid sword's complete. What do we do now?"
"Well, we would need to be split anyway for this next step, so us already being split is convenient. I need all of our swords."
"What for?"
"We need to see if the swords accept this replica as sufficient. If they do, the swords will give power to the replica, thus giving it and the person wielding it the power to fuse with us."
Each of the colors handed Vio their sword. Vio positioned all four of their swords on the ground in a way where they all were in an "X" shape. All the swords were about the length of another Four Sword away from each other, and were pointed inward. Vio then grabbed the replica sword and placed it in the center.
Initially, it appeared as though nothing was happening, but then, the four Four Swords began to glow. At first, all of them glowed golden, like when the colors split or fused, but then each of the swords began to glow their owner's respective colour. A second later, the swords began to shake. The swords trembled and shook, but miraculously, they stayed perfectly in place.
Soon, the replica sword began to glow as well. Well, if that could even be called glowing. It was more emanating darkness. It somehow was darker around the sword than the entire rest of the room. A few seconds later, the four original Four Swords ceased all actions and returned to their initial state. The new replica Four Sword however, it now had an ominous dark purple glow as well as the same sheen as the other swords.
"It worked."
Vio had a small smile on their face as they went to grab their sword.
"You can grab your swords now. They already did what they were intended to."
The other heroes grabbed their swords as well.
"Woah! The sword we made is glowing now!"
"Technically, me and Green did most of the work."
"Well, me and Vio helped, too!"
"The sword will stop glowing in a few minutes, it's best to leave it be until it stops."
"So we just leave the sword on the ground?"
"Until it stops glowing, yes."
Vio went over to a nearby window and looked outside. His eyes rapidly moved while looking towards the sky as if looking for something. They then turned back towards the other heroes.
"At four tomorrow morning, we need to leave and go out into the woods."
"At four? Seriously? That's so early. We're going to be exhausted."
"Well, we need to leave so early so we have time to travel, and so I have time to set up so I can cast the spell. I have to cast it at exactly 4:44áŽáŽ on a night with a waning gibbous moon."
"A waning gibbous? Don't most spells that need a certain moon phase require a full moon?"
"Most do, but this one requires a waning gibbous. It's technically possible with a waxing crescent as well, but that has a lower success rate."
"If we are going to have to go out so early in the morning, I propose that we get something to eat, then go to sleep now. That way we won't be as tired."
"Fine by me."
"So, Vi, are we going to be fused or split while your doing this?"
"We will have to be split. It wouldn't work fused."
"What will we be doing during this then?"
"I'm going to cast the spell, and I'm going to enter a dark portal which will appear in front of us. Your only job is to keep your swords raised and to not lower them for any reason."
"I'm not going against your plan or anything, but why do we need to keep our swords raised?"
"My only way out of that dark portal is re-fusing. I can't get out of there otherwise, so I require you three to already have your swords raised so I can get out of there once I give this new sword to Shadow."
"Alright, sounds like a plan."
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The void was dark and black. It's been like this forever, or at the very least, for as long as Shadow's been here. How long had he been here? Shadow didn't have a clue. He just wanted out. The darkness was always the same. Always unchanging, forever... đŁđ°đłđȘđŻđš. The only thing Shadow could do was talk to himself for entertainment.
"Ugh, this. place. is. đđ€đ§đđŁđ. What is this eternal torment I have been subjected to? Even one of those hylian prisons would be better than this! At least then, I would at least have some form of entertainment. I could perhaps even dance! Dancing is much more fun than floating here. Prisons also have colour. Much better than this endless void."
Shadow did a flip, which was much less impressive than it would be if there was gravity.
"Oh, for how life has forsaken me. Or is it death in this case? I live my life wishing to entertain, only to be brought to the most boring place in existence in death... does this place even exist? If it doesn't, it can't really qualify for 'most boring place in existence' then, can it?"
Shadow stretched out as much as he could, but this void would allow no satisfaction.
"... Did I deserve this? I know I was evil and all and that I caused people suffering, but I didn't know any better. I always wanted to be good in life, and I thought I was. Even when I realized I actually was in the wrong, I sacrificed my life to try to make it right. I came into existence being told to do evil and that the heroes were bad. The heroes were against everything I was told was right, yet I still sacrificed my life to help them so they could save the kingdom. I may have been bad in life, but I tried to fix it in the end. Did my bad deeds outweigh my sacrifice? Were the heroes actually bad? Did I make a mistake?"
Shadow closed his eyes. It was no different from when they were open. The darkness was inescapable.
"... Vio would know. Vio knew everything... including my weaknesses. Did... did they ever care about me? I know him actually joining me was all a lie, but... our entire relationship couldn't also have all been a lie right? ...Maybe it was. Vi was always a good actor. They literally faked their own friend's death and the other two heroes thought it was real. I thought it was real. I thought it was a sign I could trust him. Maybe they just went along with my affection towards them because it was convenient to get more information. Maybe what I thought was a relationship was just me having a stupid childish crush on the person who I thought was my friend... If they weren't even my friend... I didn't have a single real friend in life did I?"
Shadow tucked his knees against his chest. This caused him to start to spin, but spinning wasn't much different from being upright. Well, "upright" being the assumption that "up" was whatever direction was above Shadow's head. That definition of upright technically meant Shadow was still upright even while spinning.
"If everything about our relationship was fake... why do I still miss them? Vio... he may have been a good actor, but he wasn't an awful person. They wouldn't have pretended to love me if they truly didn't care. They didn't have to love me. They knew they were going to betray me from the minute we met in that forest that night... they could have maybe pretended to be my friend, he would go that far when toying with other's emotions, but he told me he loved me. He... he wouldn't go that far with messing with someone emotionally. He had to have ment it... right? I don't know. I guess I'll never know."
Suddenly, it felt like the whole world spun. One moment Shadow was weightless, and the next, there was suddenly gravity which forced him down on a ground which wasn't there before. Based on the way Shadow fell, he actually was upright. Though, whether that was coincidental or if "up" actually was the direction above his head, he would never know.
Moments later, a loud ringing noise started and a bright light appeared off in the distance in front of Shadow. He covered his ears with his hands and closed his eyes. He was extremely overstimulated from suddenly going from having no sensory inputs to instantaneously being able to hear, see, and feel all at once.
Strangely, despite having been in zero gravity for an unknown amount of time, Shadow's body seemed to have not suffered any negative effects that would normally happen to one's body after that. His muscles weren't weakened and it didn't feel like it took more effort to move. It was like his body instantly re-adjusted to the new gravity.
Thankfully for Shadow, the ringing noise was fading from the moment it started, and it had completely stopped at this point. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the light as well. He could finally see his surroundings. There was no visual indication for where the ground stopped and the walls began. If there even were any walls that is. Everything was just a swirling mess of dark blues, dark purples, and black. Every once in a while, the blues and purples would brighten in some sections, appearing to glow, but also clearly not emitting any light.
Shadow looked over towards the source of the light. It wasn't actually as bright as it initially seemed, but it was still so bright that its shape couldn't be discerned from the light it was giving off. In front of the light was a silhouette of what appeared to be a person. Shadow couldn't see any details about the person due to the light behind them, but they seemed pretty short. Shadow himself was about that short too, though.
Shadow managed to stand up, though his legs were wobbly. The person seemed to be approaching him. As the person got closer, Shadow began to be able to see them better. This person was strange though, they didn't seem to really have any features. They seemed to consist entirely of shapes and colors in a two-dimensional looking form. Though they definitely had a body, they didn't seem to have a face. When they were right in front of Shadow, he could see them properly. They were almost exactly Shadow's hight, if not a little taller. They had golden-blond hair which was short in the front and seemingly tied in the back, and they appeared to be wearing a... violet-coloured tunic... Was he hallucinating? This person, featureless as they may be, looked like Vio.
"đđȘ? đđąđȘđ” -- đžđ©đąđ”? đđ©đș đ€đąđŻ'đ” đ đ”đąđđŹ?"
Shadow looked downward at their body and realized that they, themself, are also entirely comprised of shapes and colors.
"đđŠđđ, đ”đ©đąđ”'đŽ đŽđ”đłđąđŻđšđŠ. đđąđȘđ”... đ„đ°đŠđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đźđŠđąđŻ đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đ©đąđ·đŠ đą đ§đąđ€đŠ, đŠđȘđ”đ©đŠđł?"
Shadow looked back up at the figure who looked like Vio. Despite them not having a face, it still looked like they were trying to say something. No words came however, and it seems like they realized this as well.
It was then that Shadow noticed that this person was holding a sword in each hand. Two swords that... looked like the Four Sword. The one in their left hand specifically looking like đđȘđ°'đŽ Four Sword. Was this Vio? How could that be possible? Shadow's dead. Vio wasn't dead too, was he?
The person -- Vio? -- seemed to pause for a moment after realizing they couldn't speak. They then seemed to point to Shadow's hands before... offering Shadow the Four Sword in their right hand? Shadow didn't really know what they expected him to do, so he tilted his head in the side in hopes of conveying his confusion. They, in response, just shoved the hilt of the sword into Shadow's hand. Well, that message was clear at least.
Shadow properly grabbed the sword. If this is Vio, why would he give Shadow one of the Four Swords? Whose sword is this, anyway? Vio then, with their now free hand, pointed to Shadow's hand again, then pointed upwards. To make it even more clear, Vio also grabbed Shadow's wrist and lifted it upwards. When they let go, Shadow raised the sword the rest of way. Once he did, Vio nodded and raised their sword up, too. After Vio raised their Four Sword, they were both engulfed in a blinding golden light. Now that was đžđąđș too bright for Shadow's liking.
Next thing he knew, Shadow was in a forest in front of a huge ritual circle. Wait -- Shadow recognized these runes -- these were for a powerful shadow revival spell that could only be cast with dark magic. What was this doing here? Is that how he was brought back? Shadow also now realized, he couldn't move.
"Ooh! Nice, I have control! Did it work, Vi?"
"đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đŽđ°, đ°đł đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ·đŠđłđș đđŠđąđŽđ” đŽđ”đłđ°đŻđšđđș đ©đ°đ±đŠ đŽđ°. đđ©đŠđłđŠ'đŽ đ°đŻđđș đ°đŻđŠ đžđąđș đ”đ° đ§đȘđŻđ„ đ°đ¶đ” đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©. đđ°, đđ©đąđ„đ°đž, đąđłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đŠđłđŠ?"
Was that Vio's voice? They seem to know Shadow's here. Well, they seem to have an intention of him being here anyway.
"đđź, đ'đź đ©đŠđłđŠ đąđŻđ„ đ¶đŻđŁđŠđđȘđŠđ·đąđŁđđŠ đ€đ°đŻđ§đ¶đŽđŠđ„. đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ°đŻ?"
"đđŠ đŁđłđ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đșđ°đ¶ đŁđąđ€đŹ đ”đ° đđȘđ§đŠ đŁđș đŽđ©đ°đ·đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ°đ¶đł đŽđ©đąđłđŠđ„ đŁđ°đ„đș. đđŠđđ€đ°đźđŠ đ”đ° đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đą đ±đąđłđ” đ°đ§ đđȘđŻđŹ, đșđ°đ¶'đđ đšđŠđ” đ¶đŽđŠđ„ đ”đ° đȘđ” đŠđ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đąđđđș."
"đđąđȘđ”, đŽđ©đąđłđŠđ„ đŁđ°đ„đș?"
"đ đŠđŽ, đșđ°đ¶ đąđłđŠ đ€đ¶đłđłđŠđŻđ”đđș đŽđ©đąđłđȘđŻđš đą đŁđ°đ„đș đžđȘđ”đ© đąđđ đ§đ°đ¶đł đ±đąđłđ”đŽ đ°đ§ đđȘđŻđŹ. đđŠđ„, đđđ¶đŠ, đđłđŠđŠđŻ, đąđŻđ„ đđȘđ°. đđąđŽđȘđ€đąđđđș, đ°đŻđŠ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đąđ” đą đ”đȘđźđŠ, đąđŻđ„ đŠđ·đŠđłđșđ°đŻđŠ đŠđđŽđŠ đ€đąđŻ đ”đąđđŹ đ”đ° đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đȘđŻ đ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđąđ„. đđ©đŠ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đ€đąđŻ đ”đąđđŹ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđłđŽ đąđŽ đžđŠđđ, đ”đ©đŠđș đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŻđŠđŠđ„ đ”đ° đŽđ±đŠđąđŹ đąđđ°đ¶đ„ đ”đ° đ„đ° đŽđ°. đđŠđ„ đȘđŽ đ€đ¶đłđłđŠđŻđ”đđș đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đłđȘđšđ©đ” đŻđ°đž, đ'đź đđłđŠđŠđŻ, đ đ§đŠđŠđ đșđ°đ¶ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đłđŠđ€đ°đšđŻđȘđ»đŠ đđȘđ°, đąđŻđ„ đđđ¶đŠ đžđąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđŠ đžđ©đ° đžđŠđđ€đ°đźđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đą đ±đąđłđ” đ°đ§ đđȘđŻđŹ."
"đ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ đźđŠđŻđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđŠ đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đŽđ±đđȘđ” đąđšđąđȘđŻ đ§đ°đł đąđ” đđŠđąđŽđ” đą đžđŠđŠđŹ đ”đ° đŠđŻđŽđ¶đłđŠ đđ©đąđ„đ°đž'đŽ đŽđąđ§đŠđ”đș. đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ©, đŻđ°đ” đŽđ±đđȘđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ§đ°đł đą đźđ°đŻđ”đ© đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đą đšđ°đ°đ„ đ±đłđŠđ€đąđ¶đ”đȘđ°đŻ."
"Aww! That's so long! I can't hug Blue while we're fused!"
"đđŠ'đ·đŠ đšđ°đŻđŠ đđ°đŻđšđŠđł đžđȘđ”đ©đ°đ¶đ” đŽđ±đđȘđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ€đ°đȘđŻđ€đȘđ„đŠđŻđ”đąđđđș, đžđŠ'đđ đŁđŠ đ§đȘđŻđŠ."
"đđ±đđȘđ”đ”đȘđŻđš?"
"đđ© đșđŠđąđ©, đžđŠ đ€đąđŻ 'đŽđ±đđȘđ”' đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đȘđŽ đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đžđŠ đŁđąđŽđȘđ€đąđđđș đŽđŠđ±đąđłđąđ”đŠ đ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đȘđŠđŽ đąđŻđ„ đšđ° đŁđąđ€đŹ đ”đ° đŠđąđ€đ© đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đ°đ¶đł đ°đžđŻ đŁđ°đ„đȘđŠđŽ. đđ°đŻ'đ” đžđ°đłđłđș, đșđ°đ¶'đđ đšđŠđ” đ¶đŽđŠđ„ đ”đ° đąđđ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đŠđ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đąđđđș."
"đđ°, đžđ©đș đąđź đ đ©đŠđłđŠ? đđ°đž đąđź đ đ©đŠđłđŠ? đđ©đș đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đŹđđŁđ© đ”đ° đŁđłđȘđŻđš đźđŠ đŁđąđ€đŹ?"
"Can we start walking home while you explain? I wanna go to bed... I'm starting to feel sorta sick. "
"đ đŠđŽ, đžđŠ đ€đąđŻ."
"đđ°đđ„ đ°đŻ, đșđ°đ¶'đłđŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đšđ°đŻđŻđą đđŠđąđ·đŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đłđȘđ”đ¶đąđ đ€đȘđłđ€đđŠ đ©đŠđłđŠ? đđ° đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ·đŠ đąđŻđș đȘđ„đŠđą đ©đ°đž đ„đąđŻđšđŠđłđ°đ¶đŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđŽ?"
"đđź, đ”đ©đąđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đ¶đŻđžđȘđŽđŠ... đ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đŻđŠđ€đŠđŽđŽđąđłđȘđđș đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đžđ©đąđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻ đąđ§đ”đŠđł đžđŠ đŁđłđ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đșđ°đ¶ đŁđąđ€đŹ."
"đđ§ đ€đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠ. đ đ°đ¶ đźđąđș đŁđŠ đȘđŻđ€đłđŠđ„đȘđŁđđș đȘđŻđ”đŠđđđȘđšđŠđŻđ”, đđȘ, đŁđ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶ đđąđ€đŹ đ”đ©đŠ đđ°đšđȘđ€ đ”đ° đŽđŠđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ·đŠđłđŽđȘđšđ©đ”đŽ đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ±đđąđŻđŽ. đđȘđłđŽđ” đ°đ§đ§, đ„đŠđŽđ”đłđ°đș đ”đ©đȘđŽ đłđȘđ”đ¶đąđ đ€đȘđłđ€đđŠ. đđ” đłđŠđąđđđș đ„đ°đŠđŽđŻ'đ” đźđąđ”đ”đŠđł đ©đ°đž, đąđŽ đđ°đŻđš đąđŽ đȘđ”đŽ đłđ¶đŻđŠđŽ đąđłđŠ đŻđ° đđ°đŻđšđŠđł đȘđŻđ”đąđ€đ”. đ đ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ đŽđ±đđąđŽđ© đžđąđ”đŠđł đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠđź, đșđ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ đ„đłđąđš đą đŽđ”đȘđ€đŹ đ°đ·đŠđł đ”đ©đŠđź, đžđ©đąđ”đŠđ·đŠđł. đđ°đž, đđȘ. đđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽ đą đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€ đŽđ±đŠđđ. đđ°đž đžđąđŽ đȘđ” đ€đąđŽđ”."
"đ đ€đąđŽđ” đȘđ”. đ đłđŠđŽđŠđąđłđ€đ©đŠđ„ đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€ đŠđčđ”đŠđŻđŽđȘđ·đŠđđș đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠđ©đąđŻđ„, đąđŻđ„ đ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đŁđŠđ€đąđźđŠ đŽđŹđȘđđđŠđ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đ¶đŽđȘđŻđš đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€ đȘđŻ đšđŠđŻđŠđłđąđ đȘđŻ đŽđźđąđđ đąđźđ°đ¶đŻđ”đŽ."
The body, or more specifically Red, grabbed a stick off the ground and began dragging it across the runes, ensuring none remained. Shadow was starting to feel sort of sick, too. He had a feeling he knew why.
"đđȘđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đđšđ© đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ·đŠ đąđŻđș đŠđčđ±đ°đŽđ¶đłđŠ đ”đ° đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€ đ„đ¶đłđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đȘđźđŠ, đ°đł đžđŠđłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ±đđȘđ”. đđ§ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŽđ±đđȘđ”, đ©đ°đž đđ°đŻđš đ„đȘđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđȘđ” đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đłđŠ-đ€đ°đźđŁđȘđŻđȘđŻđš?"
"đđŠđđ, đžđ©đŠđŻ đ đžđąđŽ đ±đłđąđ€đ”đȘđ€đȘđŻđš đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€, đžđŠ đžđŠđłđŠ đŽđ±đđȘđ”, đąđŻđ„ đ đžđąđȘđ”đŠđ„ đ§đ°đł đą đźđȘđŻđȘđźđ¶đź đ°đ§ đąđŻ đ©đ°đ¶đł đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đ§đ¶đŽđȘđŻđš đąđšđąđȘđŻ."
"đđȘ... đȘđ§ đ”đ©đŠ đłđŠđŽđ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đąđŁđŽđ°đđ¶đ”đŠđđș đŻđ° đŠđčđ±đ°đŽđ¶đłđŠ đ”đ° đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€ đ±đłđȘđ°đł đ”đ° đ”đ©đȘđŽ, đșđ°đ¶ đ„đ° đłđŠđąđđȘđ»đŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđ©đȘđđŠ đȘđŻ đą đŽđ©đąđłđŠđ„ đŁđ°đ„đș, đąđ§đ”đŠđł đ©đąđ·đȘđŻđš đ€đąđŽđ” đą đŽđ”đłđ°đŻđš đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€ đŽđ±đŠđđ, đąđŻđ„ đąđ§đ”đŠđł đ©đąđ·đȘđŻđš đŁđŠđŠđŻ đȘđŻ đą đ±đđąđ€đŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđąđŽ đŠđŻđ”đȘđłđŠđđș đźđąđ„đŠ đ°đ§ đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€, đąđđ đ°đ§ đ¶đŽ đąđłđŠ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ§đŠđŠđ đȘđŻđŽđąđŻđŠđđș đŽđȘđ€đŹ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đŻđŠđčđ” đ§đŠđž đ„đąđșđŽ. đđŻ đ§đąđ€đ”, đŠđ·đŠđŻ đȘđ§ đ”đ©đŠđș đ„đȘđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đąđŻđș đ±đłđȘđ°đł đŠđčđ±đ°đŽđ¶đłđŠ đ”đ° đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€, đžđŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŽđ”đȘđđ đ§đŠđŠđ đŽđȘđ€đŹ đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ§đ¶đŽđŠđ„ đźđŠ, đą đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đ°đ§ đŽđ©đąđ„đ°đž, đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶, đą đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đ°đ§ đđȘđšđ©đ”. đđ©đȘđŽ đŽđ±đŠđđ đȘđŽ đ¶đŽđ¶đąđđđș đ€đąđŽđ” đŁđș đŁđŠđȘđŻđšđŽ đ°đ§ đ„đąđłđŹđŻđŠđŽđŽ đ°đł đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đŁđŠđȘđŻđšđŽ đ°đ§ đŽđ©đąđ„đ°đž. đđŠđȘđŻđšđŽ đ°đ§ đđȘđšđ©đ” đžđŠđłđŠ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đźđŠđąđŻđ” đ”đ° đ€đąđŽđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ."
"đđ°đ±đŽ?"
"đđȘđ°, đ©đ°đž đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ°đ·đŠđłđđ°đ°đŹ đą đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đąđ”!? đ đ°đ¶'đ·đŠ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đłđŠđŽđŠđąđłđ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đ±đąđŽđ” đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ đșđŠđąđłđŽ! đđ°đž đžđŠ'đłđŠ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đŁđŠ đŽđȘđ€đŹ?"
"đđș đŽđȘđŻđ€đŠđłđŠ đąđ±đ°đđ°đšđȘđŠđŽ, đ đ”đłđ¶đđș đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đ”đąđŹđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđŻđ”đ° đąđ€đ€đ°đ¶đŻđ”."
"đđ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ§đąđ”đąđ đŠđ·đŠđŻ. đđŠ đđ¶đ€đŹđȘđđș đžđȘđđ đ°đŻđđș đŁđŠ đŽđȘđ€đŹ đ§đ°đł đą đ§đŠđž đ„đąđșđŽ đ„đ¶đŠ đ”đ° đźđŠ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đą đ€đłđŠđąđ”đ¶đłđŠ đ°đ§ đŽđ©đąđ„đ°đž đłđąđ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ©đąđŻ đą đ„đąđłđŹ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đąđŻđ„ đ„đ¶đŠ đ”đ° đđȘđ°'đŽ đŁđ¶đȘđđ”-đ¶đ± đłđŠđŽđȘđŽđ”đąđŻđ€đŠ đ”đ° đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€."
"đđ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ¶đŽđŠđ„ đ”đ° đłđŠđ·đȘđ·đŠ đ„đąđłđŹ đŁđŠđȘđŻđšđŽ? đđ©đŠ đŁđ°đ°đŹ đ đłđŠđąđ„ đ°đŻ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ±đŠđđ đŽđ±đŠđ€đȘđ§đȘđ€đąđđđș đŽđ”đąđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđ” đžđąđŽ đźđŠđąđŻđ” đ§đ°đł đłđŠđ·đȘđ·đȘđŻđš đŁđŠđȘđŻđšđŽ đ°đ§ đŽđ©đąđ„đ°đž."
"đ đŠđŽ, đȘđ” đ€đąđŻ đłđŠđ·đȘđ·đŠ đ„đąđłđŹ đŁđŠđȘđŻđšđŽ, đȘđ” đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ©đąđŽ đą đźđ¶đ€đ© đđ°đžđŠđł đŽđ¶đ€đ€đŠđŽđŽ đłđąđ”đŠ đȘđŻ đ€đ°đźđ±đąđłđȘđŽđ°đŻ đ”đ° đžđ©đŠđŻ đȘđ” đłđŠđ·đȘđ·đŠđŽ đŽđ©đąđ„đ°đž đŁđŠđȘđŻđšđŽ."
Red had now finished destroying the runes from the ritual circle. He tossed the stick off to the side.
"Mmm, can we go home now? I'm starting to feel worse."
"đđ©đąđ” đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đ§đȘđŻđŠ, đ đ€đąđŻ'đ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ°đ§ đąđŻđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đŠđđŽđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đžđłđ°đŻđš đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ”. đđ°đž đ€đąđŻ đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đ±đđŠđąđŽđŠ đąđŻđŽđžđŠđł đźđș đ±đłđŠđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽ đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻ? đđ©đŠ đ©đ°đž đžđąđŽ đ°đŁđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽđđș đ”đ©đŠ đ„đąđłđŹ đŽđ±đŠđđ, đŁđ¶đ” đźđș đźđąđȘđŻ đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻ đȘđŽ đŹđđź?"
Red started walking off in a direction through the woods. Shadow figured that way was the direction of the heroes' home.
"đđȘđ° đžđąđŻđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đŁđłđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đŁđąđ€đŹ. đđ©đŠ đ·đŠđłđș đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đŻđȘđšđ©đ” đžđŠ đ§đ¶đŽđŠđ„ đŁđąđ€đŹ đȘđŻđ”đ° đą đŽđȘđŻđšđ¶đđąđł đŁđ°đ„đș đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŠđŻđ„ đ°đ§ đ°đ¶đł đąđ„đ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đłđŠ, đ”đ©đŠđș đŽđ¶đšđšđŠđŽđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđŠ đŁđłđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đŁđąđ€đŹ. đđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș đđȘđ° đŽđ±đ°đŹđŠ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶, đžđŠ đ§đȘđšđ¶đłđŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ„đŠđŽđŠđłđ·đŠđ„ đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ€đ©đąđŻđ€đŠ đąđ” đą đđȘđ§đŠ, đŽđ° đžđŠ đžđŠđŻđ” đąđđ°đŻđš đžđȘđ”đ© đȘđ” đąđŽ đžđŠđđ."
"đđŠ đžđąđŻđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đŁđłđȘđŻđš đźđŠ đŁđąđ€đŹ? đđ¶đ” đžđ©đș?"
"đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đą đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠđź đ”đ° đąđŻđŽđžđŠđł."
"... đ'đđ đ”đŠđđ đșđ°đ¶ đžđ©đŠđŻ đžđŠ đŻđŠđčđ” đŽđ±đđȘđ”."
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"Hey, Vio. It's been a month right? Can we finally split again?"
"đ đŠđŽ, đžđŠ đąđłđŠ đąđŁđđŠ đ”đ°."
"đ đąđș! đđȘđŻđąđđđș! đ đ€đąđŻ đ©đ¶đš đđđ¶đŠ!"
"đđ§ đ€đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđŻđ” đ”đ° đ„đ° đȘđŽ đ©đ¶đš đźđŠ."
"đđ°đŠđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đźđŠđąđŻ đ'đđ đ©đąđ·đŠ đźđș đ°đžđŻ đŁđ°đ„đș đąđšđąđȘđŻ?"
"Yep. Your body should be the way it was before you died."
"đđ° đ'đđ đŽđ”đȘđđ đđ°đ°đŹ đ§đąđŁđ¶đđ°đ¶đŽ?"
"Um. Sure?"
"đđ°đŻđ„đŠđłđ§đ¶đ."
Green grabbed the Four Sword that was propped against their desk and raised it skyward. When he did, they were enveloped in that same blinding light as when they had fused previously. Shadow would have hated that light before, but while fused with the heroes, it wasn't actually that bad.
When the light dissipated, Shadow was in his own body and the other colors were standing beside him. He had the sword Vio had given him in his left hand. He took a moment to inspect it. It looked exactly like the other Four Swords except for the obsidian in the hilt. How did they get this? Did they đźđąđŹđŠ this?
Wait, how did Shadow look? He recalled there being a hand mirror in the heroes' desk. He went and got it out of the desk.
"Hey! That's ours!"
"Yeah, and I want to look at my appearance. It's not like I'm going to đŁđłđŠđąđŹ it."
Shadow leaned back on the desk and looked at himself in the mirror. He could confirm, he definitely still looked fabulous. With his gorgeous dark purple hair, his gerudo skin, and his... slate grey eyes? No, that simply wouldn't do. Shadow snapped his fingers with his free hand. His eyes then became a crystal blue.
"Much better! I đ€đđŠđąđłđđș still look fabulous!"
"No fair! How come you get to change your eye colour!"
"Well, I've always been able to switch my eye colour between red and blue, so I just did what I normally do to change it. I'm fine with grey eyes in our shared body to differentiate when I'm in control, but in my own body, grey is definitely đŻđ°đ” my colour."
Shadow put the hand mirror back into the desk. He then struck a pose that exudes confidence, with his hand on his hip, and his other hand down and out to his side. He even had a big smirk on his face. A cocky smile only Shadow could do.
"Soooo, what now?"
Shadow looked at the other colors. Green was standing with a similar confidence as Shadow, Red was hugging Blue like they hadn't seen each other in months, and Vio looked like he was contemplating something. Vio glanced over at the other colors before looking back at Shadow.
"The four of us need need to get some work done in the forge. Since you don't have any form of smithing experience, you can do whatever you desire as long as you don't mess with anything."
Vio then looked over towards the other colors.
"Do you think you could start without me? I need to talk with Shadow."
"Sure, just don't be too long. Goddess forbid, we have to đ€đąđđ€đ¶đđąđ”đŠ something while you're gone. The world would surely end."
The other colors then left the room to head for the forge. Leaving Shadow and Vio by themselves. Vio them walked right up to Shadow and paused for a moment before speaking.
"... Can I hug you?"
Well, that was not what Shadow was expecting them to say. He didn't know exactly what he was expecting, but it wasn't that.
"Of course?"
Vio then wrapped his arms around Shadow and hugged him tight. Vio was just as warm and huggable as Shadow remembered. He hadn't realized how much he missed Vio's hugs until now. Shadow obviously hugged back.
"... I missed you."
"Did you really?"
"Yes, I did."
"Why would you miss me? I was your enemy."
"I didn't want you to be, I truly cared about you."
"If you mean that, then why would you still betray me."
"I ended up in a position where I had to betray someone. I could have gone with my original plan where I betrayed you, or I could have stayed with you and betrayed not only my friends, but the entire kingdom as well. Not only that, but if I were to stay with you, it would have been against all of my morals. You are a kind, amazing, fun person, but you were also on the side of evil."
"... I understand. ...but... I'm evil, you said it yourself. Why would you want to bring me back? I've done awful things."
"Though you were evil, it was obvious you didn't want to be. You have an unbelievably kind heart, Shadow. You always tried to do the right thing, you always tried to make your allies happy, you always tried to make đźđŠ happy. You were just told that being evil was good and what you should be. You deserved to be able to have a life where you truly could be good, where you weren't held back from what you wanted to do in life. I'll admit, I was selfish. I partially wanted you back because I missed you, but I also wanted you back because đșđ°đ¶ deserved it."
Shadow began to tear up. Why was Vio being so nice? He didn't deserve this. He was bad in life, so how could Vio see so much good in him? Vio just hugged him tighter.
"No, I don't deserve this. I was evil. Why are you being so nice to me?"
"I'm being so nice because I love you. I fully meant it when I told you I loved you before, and I still mean it now."
"I... I love you too."
Vio looked at Shadow and smiled. Vio didn't show much emotion with their face often, but when he did, Shadow couldn't help but find him adorable.
Next thing Shadow knew, both their faces were mere inches apart. They were starting into each other's eyes, and then... they kissed. It was a quick kiss, but it still ment a lot to both of them.
"That was my first kiss, y'know."
"Mine too."
Vio kept hugging Shadow for a moment longer before pulling away. It was much colder without Vio's warmth.
"I would like to propose an idea."
"Hmm? And that is?"
"The five of us should style our hair."
"You're amazing, Vi. You go from the idea of literally bringing someone back from the dead because you love them, to wanting us to style our hair."
"It's a good idea though. I can even think of how I could get each of the others to agree. I'm thinking of a style where our hair is mostly straight, and it's held back with a headband that matches our colour. Of course with some variations between each of our hair styles depending on our preferences."
"Hm, sounds nice. I'll agree as long as I get a say in the style of my hair. I still have to look fabulous after all. How will you get the others to agree?"
"Blue will agree because of the function the headband would have in keeping their hair out of their face while in the forge. Though they would require that their hair be completely strait, no longer than shoulder length, and androgynous. The main thing they like about their hair now is that depending on their clothes, they can look feminine or masculine without having to change their hairstyle. Red would agree as long as he gets to take part in designing the overall hairstyle. Red's job in the forge is designing for a reason. Green would agree to just about anything as long as the rest of us agree. Though, he would probably want his hair to make him more attractive. Aside from that, he wouldn't really care."
"You really thought this through, didn't you?"
"I just made it up on the spot."
"Sounds about right. What are you thinking for your hair? Your hair's already pretty long."
"I'm thinking of maybe having my hair be a little longer than shoulder length in the front and sides, but really long in the back. Specifically long enough to braid it. What do you think of that idea?"
"I think it sounds fabulous."
Vio nodded. Shadow still couldn't get over how cute Vio was.
"Well, I have to get down to the forge before the others start wondering what's taking me so long."
"Can I come with you? I don't really have anything else to do."
"Sure, as long as you stay out of Blue and Green's way and don't cause any trouble."
"Who? Little ol' me? Cause trouble? I would never!"
"Oh, come on."
Vio grabbed Shadow by the hand and left their room to go to the forge.
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They had a lot more free time everyday now that Vio didn't have to spend so much time researching how to revive Shadow. Now they just needed to figure out what to do with all that time.
Notes:
The five heroes of the Four Sword are now all sharing a body. This took three days to write. Next chapter will be Linked Universe. Four meets the chain, and the chain meets Four.
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đđ©đŠ đŠđŻđ·đŠđđ°đ±đŠ đđđ¶đŠ đšđąđ·đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŁđŽđȘđ„đȘđąđŻ đŽđŠđđđŠđł đ€đ°đŻđ”đąđȘđŻđŠđ„ đą đđŠđ”đ”đŠđł đ”đ©đȘđŽ đŽđąđȘđ„ đ”đ©đȘđŽ:
đ»đđŠ đđđ,
đŒđ đŒ'đŁđ đđđŁđđ đŠđđą đĄâđđ đđđĄđĄđđ, đĄâđđĄ đđđđđ đŒ'đŁđ đđđđ đĄđ đŠđđąđ âđđąđ đ đ€đđđđđđ đ đđąđđ-đđđđđąđ đĄđąđđđ, đ€âđđâ đđđđđ đđŠ đđđđđđđ đđđ đ€đđĄđâđđđ. đŒ đđđđđđŠ âđđđ đŠđđą đđđđđđđđ đđąđ đđđđ đđđ đŠđđą đĄđ đđđđĄđđđ đĄđ đđđĄ đđđĄđđđđđđĄđđ đ đ đŒ đđđđ đđđđ. đđđđđŠ đđ đŒ đđđđ đđĄ đđ đđđđđđŁđđđđđđĄ đĄđđđ. đŽđđ đ, đđ đŠđđą đđđ đđđđđđđđ đđąđ đđđđ, đŒ'đđ đđąđŠ đŠđđą đđđđ đ đđđ đĄđđđ đđ đĄâđđđđ .
đđđąđ đđđđđđ,
đ”đđąđđđđđ âĄÂ
I hope you enjoyed reading this so far! âĄ
(đđ°đłđłđș đȘđ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đ°đłđźđąđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đȘđŽ đžđŠđȘđłđ„, đ đžđłđȘđ”đŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ°đŻ đźđș đ±đ©đ°đŻđŠ)
Chapter 3: Peculiar Portals
Summary:
Six years after Shadow's revival, on a day that seemed like any other, a portal kidnapped the heroes and sent them to another time period entirely.
However, despite the predicament it put them in, these peculiar portals might not be all that bad.
Notes:
Four meets the chain, and the chain meets Four. I promised this *checks notes* back in July of last year. Whoops.
This fic is definitely not dead yet. I have a ton still planned for it. I even have chapters 4-6 fully planned, as well as ideas for multiple other chapters including two dungeons, two Legend-centric chapters, two epic boss fights, two fluff chapters, and the final three chapters. (đđąđŻ, đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ§đȘđ€ đŽđŠđŠđźđŽ đ”đ° đ©đąđ·đŠ đą đ”đ©đŠđźđŠ đ°đ§ 'đ”đžđ°'đŽ.)
Anyway, back to notes about the actual chapter itself: (đ đ§đ°đłđšđŠđ” đ©đ°đž đ đ§đ°đłđźđąđ”đ”đŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠđŽđŠ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ.)
đŸđđđ„đ©đđ§ đđ€đŁđ©đđđŁđš đđȘđ§đšđđŁđ đđŁđ đąđđŁđ€đ§ đąđđŁđ©đđ€đŁ đ€đ đšđđđȘđđĄ đ„đ§đ€đąđđšđđȘđ€đȘđšđŁđđšđš. đđđ©đđŁđ đȘđ„đđđ©đđ đ©đ€ đđđđŁ.
đđ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đąđŻđ„ đŽđŠđ€đ°đŻđ„ đ©đąđđ§ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ©đąđ±đ”đŠđł đžđŠđłđŠ đžđłđȘđ”đ”đŠđŻ đąđ” đđŠđąđŽđ” đ§đȘđ·đŠ đźđ°đŻđ”đ©đŽ đąđ±đąđłđ”, đŽđ° đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đźđąđș đŁđŠ đŽđ°đźđŠ đŽđ”đșđđŠ đąđŻđ„ đ§đ°đłđźđąđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ€đ©đąđŻđšđŠđŽ.
đđ°đđ§đȘđŠ đȘđŽđŻ'đ” đ€đąđđđŠđ„ đđ°đđ§đȘđŠ đșđŠđ”. đđŠ đžđȘđđ đŁđŠ đ„đ¶đŁđŁđŠđ„ 'đđ°đđ§đȘđŠ' đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đȘđźđŠ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ©đąđ±đ”đŠđł đąđŻđ„ đŻđŠđčđ”.
đđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đźđąđș đŁđŠ đą đŁđȘđ” đłđ¶đŽđ©đŠđ„, đ đžđąđŻđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ§đȘđŻđȘđŽđ© đ”đ©đȘđŽ đșđŠđŽđ”đŠđłđ„đąđș, đąđŻđ„ đ'đź đ€đ¶đłđłđŠđŻđ”đđș đžđłđȘđ”đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đȘđŽ đąđ” 1:00áŽáŽ.
đ° đđđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đđđ â„ïž
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
As always, as the sun caressed the horizon, Vio was the first one awake.
Due to a notable lack of bed space, the heroes opted to remain fused while sleeping. For years, this hadn't been a problem. That is until Vio developed insomnia in their later teenage years. Since their body only rested once all of its consciousnesses slept, the heroes were still just as physically exhausted as Vio despite themselves sleeping.
There was đ”đŠđ€đ©đŻđȘđ€đąđđđș a solution to Vio's inability to sleep. Though, that solution would basically just be to split.
Vio had a noticeably easier time falling asleep and đŽđ”đąđșđȘđŻđš asleep when they slept beside someone they loved. Whether that love is romantic or platonic, it doesn't really matter. Though, they do have a strong preference for that "someone" to be Shadow, but he đŽđ¶đ±đ±đ°đŽđŠđŽ that any of the other colors would be... đŽđ¶đ§đ§đȘđ€đȘđŠđŻđ”.
This solution simply just wasn't plausible though due to being unable to fit five people in their bed. So unless the heroes magically gained enough money to afford another bed, they were stuck dealing with Vio's insomnia.
And they were đŻđ°đ” about to ask Zelda for money for a new bed. They could deal with Vio's insomnia without asking her for help.
Either way, this meant Vio was the first one in control every morning.
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Vio eyed their bag which was sitting near their bed. They could definitely reach that without disturbing the other's slumber. Definitely.
Vio attempted to reach for their bag.
Just a little farther.
It's almost within reach.
Got it.
They pulled their bag onto their lap. The bag was brand new, and extremely expensive. All of them would likely agree that it was worth it, though.
It had five equally sized sections, all of which were magically enchanted to be essentially bottomless.
When they first got this bag, Shadow suggested that they try to fit an entire tree inside of it, but Green declined, claiming that they shouldn't risk damaging such an expensive bag.
Admittedly, Vio also wanted to see Shadow try to fit a tree into the bag, but merely to just see its capacity. For science. No other reason. Certainly not because... never mind.
Another thing that was truly great about the bag was that when they split, each đŽđŠđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻ of the bag became their own individual bag. That way they didn't have to deal with the annoyance of the contents of their bag being randomly distributed amongst them.
They had no idea why this bag worked so well with the Four Sword's splitting. Blue suggested that it worked the way it did because it forced them to be somewhat organized, but Vio personally disagreed. Not because of any real proof indicating a different reason, but simply because he wanted to disagree with Blue and their obsession with organization.
Was Vio standardly that petty? No, not usually. To Blue, though? Absolutely.
Now, one thing Vio đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻđąđđđș loved about the bag was that each of the sections had a lockable subsection. Vio loved their privacy. None of them knew what the others kept in their locked compartment. This was great for each of them, since sharing a body generally leaves little in the way of privacy.
What Vio decided to keep in their locked section were books that they didn't particularly want the others to know they read. Yeah, they wouldn't particularly care that he read these types of books, but they would tease him endlessly, regardless.
Vio fiddled with the lock in their section and pulled out a book. 'đđ©đŠ đđąđȘđŻđ”đŠđ„ đđŻđȘđšđ©đ”' was its title. The book was old, and its cover was faded to the point that the author's name could no longer be read. It was a shame, really. Vio strongly wished to know who wrote it. It was their current favourite book, after all.
They opened the book to where it was bookmarked. One thing that always bothered Vio was when the others folded the corner of the page to mark where they left off. That is đŽđ° damaging to a book. There's a reason Vio's the only one allowed to borrow books from the castle library.
He read for a few hours. The others always slept late, or at least slept much later than Vio, so it was highly unlikely that any of them would wake up while Vio was reading.
Just as they reached chapter twenty-nine, which was a very... đŠđčđ±đđȘđ€đȘđ” chapter, Green decided that this would be a đšđłđŠđąđ” time to wake up.
"đđ°đž. đđąđźđ±đȘđłđŠ đđłđ°đ”đȘđ€đą? đđŠđłđȘđ°đ¶đŽđđș đđȘđ°? đ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đŠđ·đŠđŻ đŹđŻđ°đž đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ”đ©đąđ” đŽđ”đ¶đ§đ§. đđ©đŠđłđŠ'đ„ đșđ°đ¶ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đšđŠđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đŁđ°đ°đŹ đąđŻđșđžđąđș?"
Vio, very abruptly, slammed their book shut.
"đđ°đ©, đșđ°đ¶'đłđŠ đđąđđđ§đ§đđšđšđđ?"
"I am đŻđ°đ”. Why are you even awake right now, anyway? You never wake up this early."
"đđ©đąđ”? đđŽ đą đšđ¶đș đŻđ°đ” đąđđđ°đžđŠđ„ đ”đ° đžđąđŹđŠ đ¶đ± đŠđąđłđđș?"
Vio just sighed and placed their book back into their locked section of the bag.
"đđ° đ©đđđ©'đš đžđ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đŹđŠđŠđ± đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ!"
They then gently tossed their bag back to where it had been sitting beside their bed.
"So... is there anything you want to do đ°đ”đ©đŠđł than try to embarrass me while waiting for the others to wake up?"
"đđ°đ” đłđŠđąđđđș. đ đ°đ¶ đąđđŽđ° đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đąđŻđŽđžđŠđł đźđș đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻ, đžđ©đŠđłđŠ'đ„ đșđ°đ¶ đšđŠđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đŁđ°đ°đŹ?"
"I borrowed it from the castle library."
"đđŠđąđđđș? đđ°đŠđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đźđŠđąđŻ đđđĄđđ đłđŠđąđ„đŽ đ·đąđźđ±đȘđłđŠ đŠđłđ°đ”đȘđ€đą?"
"I'm unsure, but due to it being there, either she would have read it, or one of her ancestors did. The book đȘđŽ rather old."
"đđ° đȘđ”'đŽ đđŁđđđđŁđ© đ·đąđźđ±đȘđłđŠ đŠđłđ°đ”đȘđ€đą? đ đ°đ¶ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŽđ°đźđŠ đłđŠđąđđđș đžđŠđȘđłđ„ đ”đąđŽđ”đŠ đȘđŻ đŁđ°đ°đŹđŽ, đđȘđ°."
"I may have 'weird' taste in books, but your taste in everything else is peculiar as well."
"đđș đ”đąđŽđ”đŠ đȘđŻ đđ«đđ§đźđ©đđđŁđ?"
"Yes, everything."
"đđ·đŠđŻ đźđș đ”đąđŽđ”đŠ đȘđŻ đžđ°đźđŠđŻ?"
"In the nicest way possible, yes... Why are women the first thing you think of?"
"đđ©... đŻđ° đłđŠđąđŽđ°đŻ. đđŻđșđžđąđș, đ©đ°đž đ€đąđŻ đźđș đ”đąđŽđ”đŠ đȘđŻ đžđ°đźđŠđŻ đŁđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đŁđąđ„? đđ” đ€đ°đŻđŽđȘđŽđ”đŽ đ°đ§ đ°đŻđđș đ°đŻđŠ đžđ°đźđąđŻ!"
"Your đłđ°đźđąđŻđ”đȘđ€ taste in women, sure. You're demiromantic and have only expressed romantic interest in someone once before. Your đŽđŠđčđ¶đąđ taste in women, however... "
"đđŠđș! đ đ©đąđ·đŠđŻ'đ” đŽđđŠđ±đ” đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đąđŻđșđžđ©đŠđłđŠ đŻđŠđąđł đąđŽ đźđ¶đ€đ© đŽđȘđŻđ€đŠ đ đ„đŠđ·đŠđđ°đ±đŠđ„ đą đ€đłđ¶đŽđ© đ°đŻ-- "
"Zelda? It's rather obvious that you 'have a crush' on her. Either way, not 'sleeping around' as much as you once did doesn't mean your taste in women, as well as your taste in men, isn't peculiar."
"đđ°đž đ±đłđŠđ€đȘđŽđŠđđș đȘđŽ đźđș đŽđŠđčđ¶đąđ đ”đąđŽđ”đŠ 'đ±đŠđ€đ¶đđȘđąđł'?"
"Green, a couple years ago you said that, if given the chance, you would sleep with Vaati. With đ»đŠđłđ° hesitation."
"đđ°đŻđŠđŽđ”đđș, đ”đ©đąđ” đŽđ”đąđ”đŠđźđŠđŻđ” đŽđ”đȘđđ đŽđ”đąđŻđ„đŽ. đđȘđŹđŠ, đȘđ§ đđąđąđ”đȘ đžđąđŽ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đŽđđȘđšđ©đ”đđș đđŠđŽđŽ đŠđ·đȘđ, đŽđźđąđŽđ©. đđ¶đŽđ” đŽđąđșđȘđŻđš, đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đšđ€ đ©đ°đ”."
"Green, you are saying this, about đđąđąđ”đȘ. The powerful, đŠđ·đȘđ, wind mage. I honestly have no idea how you can even đąđ”đ”đŠđźđ±đ” to tease me on my taste in literature, when you turn right around and make a statement like that."
"đđ©, đ'đź đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đŽđ”đąđŻđ„đŁđș đźđș đ°đłđȘđšđȘđŻđąđ đŽđ”đąđ”đŠđźđŠđŻđ”. đđđŽđ°, đ đŽđąđȘđ„ đȘđ§ đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đĄđđšđš đŠđ·đȘđ. đ'đź đŻđ°đ” đȘđšđŻđ°đłđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đąđŻ đąđžđ§đ¶đ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ. đđŠ đ„đȘđ„ đŹđȘđ„đŻđąđ± đĄđŠđđ„đą, đąđ§đ”đŠđł đąđđ. đ'đź đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđąđșđȘđŻđš đ©đŠ'đŽ đ·đŠđłđș đ„đđźđšđđđđĄđĄđź đąđ”đ”đłđąđ€đ”đȘđ·đŠ. đđđŽđ°, đŽđ±đŠđąđŹđȘđŻđš đ°đ§ đĄđŠđđ„đą, đȘđŽ đźđș đ€đłđ¶đŽđ© đ°đŻ đ©đŠđł đ©đđđ© đ°đŁđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽ?"
"It's đ¶đŻđŁđŠđđȘđŠđ·đąđŁđđș obvious."
"đđ° đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đŽđ©đŠ đŹđŻđ°đžđŽ?"
"Hmm. Perhaps."
"đđŠđŠ, đ”đ©đąđ”'đŽ đ°đ©, đšđ€ đ©đŠđđ±đ§đ¶đ."
"You could just inform her of your feelings."
"đđ°??"
"Why not? We've been friends with her since we were a child. It's completely possible that she reciprocates your feelings, and even if she doesn't, it's not like she'd react negatively."
"đ đ°đ¶ đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đšđŠđ” đȘđ”."
"Perhaps I wouldn't. After all, the one time I developed feelings for someone, I told them."
"đ đ°đ¶... đșđ°đ¶ đžđ©đąđ”!? đ đ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđšđŽ đ§đ°đł đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ?? đđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ«đ¶đŽđ”... đ”đ°đđ„ đ”đ©đŠđź?? đđ©đąđ”'đ„ đ”đ©đŠđș đŽđąđș?!"
"Are you saying you weren't aware?"
"đđ°, đ đžđąđŽđŻ'đ”! đđ°đž đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ đŹđŻđ°đž!?"
"... They've officially been my boyfriend for the past six years, Green. How did you genuinely not know?"
"đ... đđ°đ¶đđ„ đȘđ” đŁđŠ đą đŽđ”đ¶đ±đȘđ„ đ”đ° đąđŽđŹ đȘđ§ đ đŹđŻđ°đž đ”đ©đŠđź?"
"Unbelievably stupid."
"đđ đđź... đžđŠđłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đđȘđŹđŠ... đŹđŠđŠđ±đȘđŻđš đȘđ” đą đŽđŠđ€đłđŠđ”... đ°đł... đąđź đ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đ„đŠđŻđŽđŠ?"
"It was not at all a secret. I have literally kissed him right in front of you, on numerous occasions."
"đđłđŠ đșđ°đ¶... đąđłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đŽđŠđłđȘđ°đ¶đŽ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đŻđ°đž? đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đłđŠđźđŠđźđŁđŠđł đșđ°đ¶ đđ«đđ§ đŹđȘđŽđŽđȘđŻđš đąđŻđșđ°đŻđŠ, đŠđ·đŠđł."
"... Green, the only logical conclusion I can come to is that you are blind."
"đđąđșđŁđŠ đ đąđź. đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đŹđŻđ°đž đąđŻđșđźđ°đłđŠ. đđąđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đŠđđ đźđŠ đžđ©đ° đȘđ” đȘđŽ?"
"You can figure it out yourself. If you are being completely serious about having no idea, then perhaps you should try to be at least đą đđȘđ”đ”đđŠ bit more observant."
"đđ°đŻđŠđŽđ”đđș, đ”đ©đąđ”'đŽ đ€đ°đźđ±đđŠđ”đŠđđș đ§đąđȘđł."
"đđ°đ¶đđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đŁđ°đ”đ© đšđđȘđ© đȘđ„. đđ°đźđŠ đȘđ§ đ¶đŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đ”đłđșđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đšđĄđđđ„."
"My apologies, Blue."
"đđ©đș đąđłđŠ đąđđ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ° đđ°đ¶đ„... đ đžđąđŽ đŽđđŠđŠđ±đȘđŻđš... "
"đđŠđŠ! đ đ°đ¶ đȘđ„đȘđ°đ”đŽ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đžđ°đŹđŠ đ¶đ± đđŠđ„."
"đđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș, đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶ đąđłđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđŠ đžđ©đ° đžđ°đŹđŠ đźđŠ đ¶đ±, đđđ¶đŠ... đ đ°đ¶'đłđŠ đłđŠđąđđđș đđ°đ¶đ„..."
"đđąđȘđŻđŁđ°đž... đąđŽ đźđ¶đ€đ© đąđŽ đ đĄđ€đ«đ đą đšđ°đ°đ„ đ€đ°đŻđ·đŠđłđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ, đȘđ”'đŽ đ°đ„đ„đđș đŠđąđłđđș đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đźđ°đłđŻđȘđŻđš đ§đ°đł đąđđ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đąđžđąđŹđŠ. đđ©đąđ” đąđłđŠ đąđđ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đ„đ°đȘđŻđš đ¶đ± đąđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ©đ°đ¶đł?"
"đđȘđ°, đđłđŠđŠđŻ, đąđŻđ„ đđđ¶đŠ đžđ°đŹđŠ đźđŠ đ¶đ±."
"đđȘđ° đąđŻđ„ đđłđŠđŠđŻ đžđŠđłđŠ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đąđŻđŻđ°đșđȘđŻđšđđș đđ°đ¶đ„."
"đ đžđ°đŹđŠ đ¶đ± đ”đ° đđȘđ° đłđŠđąđ„đȘđŻđš đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đ°đŻđđș đą đđ°đŽđŠđł đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đłđŠđąđ„, đŽđ° đ đžđąđŽ đ”đŠđąđŽđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠđź, đŁđ¶đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đŽđ°đźđŠđ©đ°đž đ”đ¶đłđŻđŠđ„ đȘđŻđ”đ° đą đ€đ°đŻđ·đŠđłđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đłđ°đźđąđŻđ€đŠ, đąđ” đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đ±đ°đȘđŻđ” đđȘđ° đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ€đąđŽđ¶đąđđđș đŁđłđ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đ¶đ± đ”đ©đŠ đ§đąđ€đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đ©đąđŽ đą đŁđ°đșđ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„. đđ±đŠđąđŹđȘđŻđš đ°đ§, đžđŠđłđŠ đąđŻđș đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đąđžđąđłđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đđȘđ° đ©đąđ„ đą đŁđ°đșđ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„?"
"Has. Present tense."
"đđ©đąđ” đđ°đŽđŠđł đ€đąđŻ đłđ°đźđąđŻđ€đŠ?"
"... đ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đŹđŻđ°đž, đŁđ¶đ” đ'đź đ©đąđ±đ±đș đ§đ°đł đșđ°đ¶, đđȘ."
At that, Shadow just began laughing. đđșđŽđ”đŠđłđȘđ€đąđđđș. To be fair, Vio also found this a bit ironic. In literature, this would likely be classified as đ„đłđąđźđąđ”đȘđ€ đȘđłđ°đŻđș. Which, honestly suited Shadow really well as he's a very dramatic person. Shadow just laughed for about a minute straight before finally calming down.
"đđŠđ©, đŽđ°đłđłđș, đŽđ°đłđłđș. đđ¶đ©, đ°đŁđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽđđș đ đŹđŻđŠđž. đđ°đž đ„đȘđ„ đș'đąđđ đŁđ€đ© đŹđŻđ°đž?"
"đđąđŽ đȘđ” đ°đŁđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽ đ°đł đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻ'?"
"đđȘđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đŻđ°đ” đ”đŠđđ đ”đ©đŠđź, đđȘ?"
"I assumed that they were already aware. It's not like we were hiding it."
"đ đźđŠđąđŻ... đđ” đđđš đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ°đ§đ§đȘđ€đȘđąđ đ§đ°đł đŽđȘđč đșđŠđąđłđŽ. đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đŽđ°đłđ”đą đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠđź đąđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ±đ°đȘđŻđ”."
"Well, since we're all awake, I'm going to split us, and go cook breakfast."
"đđ¶đ” đȘđ”'đŽ đšđ€ đŠđąđłđđș."
"It's not that early. It's only approximately an hour earlier than when we usually wake up. Once we split, you could just continue to sleep for a while longer, if you so desire. You would actually feel more rested due to sleeping in your own body."
"đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ."
"đđȘđŻđ€đŠ đžđŠ'đłđŠ đ©đąđ·đȘđŻđš đŁđłđŠđąđŹđ§đąđŽđ” đą đŁđȘđ” đŠđąđłđđș đ”đ°đ„đąđș, đźđąđșđŁđŠ đžđŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đąđđ đ„đ° đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đ”đ°đšđŠđ”đ©đŠđł đđąđ”đŠđł? đđŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đźđąđșđŁđŠ đšđ° đ°đŻ đą đžđąđđŹ?"
"đđ©đąđ” đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đą đ§đąđŁđ¶đđ°đ¶đŽ đȘđ„đŠđą!"
"đđ©đąđ” đŽđŠđŠđźđŽ đŻđȘđ€đŠ. đ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđ„đŠđą."
"đđ°, đžđŠ'đłđŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đšđ°đŻđŻđą đšđ° đ°đŻ đą đžđąđđŹ? đđŻđșđžđ©đŠđłđŠ đŽđ±đŠđ€đȘđ§đȘđ€ đ°đł đ«đ¶đŽđ”... đžđ©đŠđłđŠđ·đŠđł?"
"Perhaps Minish Woods?"
"đđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đą đ±đđąđŻ."
Vio then got out of bed and grabbed their bag and the Four Sword. They had to make sure their bag split, too. They then raised the sword upward, causing them to split with a bright golden light. Once they were split they all propped their swords up against the wall. It's not like they were using them at the moment.
Red and Blue got straight back into bed, Green left the room, stating, "I'm going to go find some arbitrary place to take a nap," and Vio went to the kitchen to go make breakfast with Shadow following close behind.
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Blue had a đŁđąđ„ feeling. He couldn't pinpoint the exact cause, but something was wrong. However, they were supposed to be going on a walk soon, and Red seemed đ·đŠđłđș excited. She đłđŠđąđđđș didn't want to ruin their walk, but they had to at least take a few precautions.
"Vi, I had no idea you were so good at cooking!"
"Ah, well, I'm really not. I just followed a recipe from a cookbook."
"They make books on how to cook food? You really do read đŠđ·đŠđłđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš don't you."
"Cookbooks are actually getting rather popular. They can include recipes from all around the world. The specific cookbook I used included recipes from a place called Termina. However, oddly enough, there are very few records other than this book about Termina. Any records seeming to have a connection to Termina claim that after having left, the entire place disappeared. Some records state that it appears at random at different points across time."
"So if this book is one of the only records of this place, then why do đșđ°đ¶ have it?"
"The version I have isn't the original. It's just a copy. It's unknown where the original book is located, but multiple kingdoms have copies of the book. I borrowed this copy from Zelda."
"Mmm... Can we go on our walk now? I'm bored."
"Yes, does anyone want to bring anything?"
"We should bring our swords."
"Why? It's not like we're going to be fighting anything."
"I... well, uh... people may decide to be dicks? We should be able to fuse to escape harassment if necessary."
Blue honestly had no idea đžđ©đąđ” was causing this bad feeling, but they figured convincing the others to bring their swords would hopefully be good enough.
"Sure, I guess? Blue, you're not usually the type to worry about what others think. You always insist we đ„đ°đŻ'đ” fuse when others antagonize us, and just prefer to verbally fight them instead. What's with the sudden... pacifism? I think that's the right word..."
Oh, for fuck's sake. Why does Green always have to be so difficult? This is for their own good! Of course, Blue doesn't exactly know đ©đ°đž this is for their own good. However, he has a bad feeling, and her feelings have never let them down!
"Uh, I don't know? What's with đșđ°đ¶ questioning me? đ đ°đ¶ don't usually ask questions so much."
"Sorry, sorry. I was just wondering! We can grab our swords and bags then go, alright?"
Finally. This bad feeling was still eating away at Blue, but at least they felt a little more reassured now that they were bringing their swords. Though, Blue đ„đȘđ„ want to change into a skirt before they leave. He was feeling particularly feminine today.
"Before we go, I'm going to go change clothes first. 'M feeling feminine today."
"Since it seems we'll have some more time before we go, I should probably style my hair. I haven't had a chance this morning."
"Look at all these silly troubles you đŁđ°đłđȘđŻđš normal people have to deal with. đ, in all my fabulousness, can just use đźđąđšđȘđ€ to change my clothes and style my hair!"
"We are well aware. You are also đŠđčđ”đłđŠđźđŠđđș helpful when we need to change the đąđ±đ±đŠđąđłđąđŻđ€đŠ of our clothes and hair, but actually physically changing those things is very different. Y'know, like when you physically changed your hair from how it used to be to how it is now? It clearly feels very different, doesn't it?"
"I đŽđ¶đ±đ±đ°đŽđŠ."
"I'm going retrieve our mirror from our room, then you can go change clothes. Alright, Blue?"
"Sure, whatever."
Vio then quickly went back to their room to get their hand mirror. As the moments passed, Blue began to feel worse. Something was horribly wrong. She had to make sure they were ready for just about anything.
"I've returned."
Vio came back carrying their hand mirror with a few violet coloured ribbons in their hand. He sat down at their kitchen table, propped up the mirror, and began to braid their hair.
Blue headed to their room. Once they entered, they got their other outfit out of the drawer. The others got this for them after Blue expressed that she occasionally wished that he could dress more feminine. She... honestly really appreciated them for that.
The outfit was the exact same colour as their regular tunic. It was even still waterproof! Its primary difference was that what đžđ°đ¶đđ„ be her tunic in his regular outfit was instead a particularly short blue shirt and a thick knee-length blue skirt. It also had a large bright yellow bow on the front of the skirt's waistband.
Blue quickly changed clothes and got their bag. They decided to put their normal clothes in their bag. He had to be ready for đąđŻđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš that could happen.
Blue wasn't usually this paranoid, but this wasn't normal. Should she just tell the others? What if something bad happens and it's their fault for not saying anything? Though, what if it's nothing and he just ruins their walk for no reason?
Red's đŽđ° happy about this. Blue can't ruin this for them... but what if- No, no. She can just heavily over prepare. If it's nothing, then at least they đžđ°đ¶đđ„ have been prepared, and if it đȘđŽ something bad... then they'll be ready.
Blue made the decision to grab each if their weapons of choice. Vio, Green, and Shadow already had their bags, but Red left their bag on the bed. Blue grabbed Red's firerod and put it into his bag. Blue hated how messy and unorganized Red's bag was, but since they were no longer sharing a bag, it wasn't really Blue's business how Red kept his bag.
They then collected Green's boomerang, Vio's bow, and her own hammer. Blue was very glad that this new bag was enchanted to be bottomless, because he quite frankly had no idea how all of these could possibly fit into a singular bag otherwise.
Blue also quickly wrote a small note to leave for their grandfather in case something bad happened. They hid it, of course, so the others wouldn't find it in a good case scenario, but it was still somewhere that their grandfather would look right away. Basically, all it said was that Blue had a bad feeling about going out today, and that if they don't return, something bad may have happened.
Blue đłđŠđąđđđș hoped she was just being paranoid, but he had to plan for the worst.
As Blue was about to leave the room, she considered wearing the flower crown that Red made them awhile ago, but decided against it due to not wanting anything to happen to it. He made sure she had both their own bag and Red's bag as they went to rejoin the others.
When Blue got back to the kitchen, she instantly handed Red his bag.
"Here, gotcha bag for ya."
"Oh! Thank you!"
Red had a huge smile as he took his bag. Blue couldn't help but find Red's smile adorable. They would never admit that, though. As Blue pulled her hand away, they briefly brushed hands. đđŹđąđș, Blue wanted to go crawl in a hole and die now. Wait... was Red's face also as vibrantly, well... đłđŠđ„ as Blue's face felt? No, that's simply not possible.
Blue heard a snicker from over where the others were standing. He looked towards them and saw Green covering his mouth with his hand like he was laughing. Blue glared at him and he just started laughing harder. Shadow also began laughing as well. Once Shadow began laughing, Vio gently elbowed him in the side.
"Hey!"
"It's rude to laugh, they can't help how oblivious they are."
"But it's just so đ§đ¶đŻđŻđș."
"It's still impolite... that applies to you, too, Green."
"Sorry! Há„ČÒ»-- Ò»á„ČÒ»á„ČÒ»á„Č!"
At that, Vio picked up a nearby apple off of the table and chucked it at the back of Green's head. This is why Vio is, occasionally, pretty alright.
"Ow!"
"Can we đ§đȘđŻđąđđđș go on our walk now?"
"Yeah! I wanna go on this walk!"
"Let's tell grandpa we're leaving, then go."
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Their walk had been going well so far. Maybe Blue didn't have to worry so much. Though... that bad feeling was still strongly present.
Red was skipping on ahead just slightly further down the path while Shadow was trying to climb a tree. Vio was trying to make sure Shadow didn't fall off the tree, and Green was having a conversation with some Picori.
Everything seemed fine, so why was Blue so anxious?
Suddenly, the Picori that Green was talking with seemed to get freaked out, and scurried off. Green seemed rather confused about this, so they likely hadn't given a warning about running off beforehand. Green then got up and joined Blue.
"That was weird. I was talking with some very nice Picori, but they suddenly just ran off."
"Yeah, I saw..."
Green looked at Blue with an expression of confusion and concern. It was... uncomfortable.
"Blue? Are you... alright? You've been acting strange since breakfast. I'm worried about you."
Should he just tell Green? As much as Blue doesn't want to potentially ruin their walk, Green đžđ°đ¶đđ„ be the one to know if Blue was just being paranoid or if this was serious. Green isn't the type to blow things out of proportion like Blue does. He đȘđŽ the leader for reasons other than just wearing green, after all... She should tell Green.
"I... I have a đ·đŠđłđș bad feeling. Like, something's going to go horribly wrong. I... I don't know what, but something's just so, đŽđ° wrong. I didn't want to bring it up earlier because I didn't want to ruin our walk if it wasn't actually anything, but I just can't ignore it now."
"Hmm... Do you think we should just go back home?"
"I don't know! That's why I'm telling you! I don't want to make us go home just because of a 'bad feeling', but I also feel like something terrible is about to happen, and I've been feeling paranoid about it since breakfast!"
Just then, Red stopped skipping along the path, and he just... froze there for a moment before turning around and speed-walking back down the path. He stopped just in front of where Blue and Green were standing.
"Something's wrong. We need to fuse. I wanna go home."
Well, now Blue doesn't feel guilty about potentially ruining their walk, but they do feel guilty about having not said anything earlier.
Blue noticed Shadow shift in the tree that he had now successfully climbed. He looked the most serious Blue had ever seem him, like he was focusing really hard on something. He then hopped down, off of the tree, looking very concerned and... scared? That's đŻđ°đ” a good sign.
"We should fuse. đđ°đž. This area is drenched in darkness. I can't believe I didn't notice it earlier."
"Why would Minish Woods be 'drenched in darkness'?"
"It's not the woods. The darkness is drenching the area around đ¶đŽ. Going home won't help. I... It was building up slowly so I wouldn't notice it, but for it to be this strong with the rate it was building, it would have had to have been building around us since early this morning. Potentially even since when Vi woke up. We really need to fuse, it could be dangerous for us to be separate right now."
Well, if it's following them, mentioning Blue's bad feeling earlier probably wouldn't have helped. It might have even been worse if she mentioned it. Blue may have not gotten their weapons, or maybe if he mentioned it, they wouldn't have gone out so this 'darkness' would have been on their home instead.
The five of them lifted their swords the sky. They were covered in a golden light as they fused. Blue's bad feeling had gone away temporarily while fusing, but as soon as that light went away, their bad feeling was đŽđ° much stronger. Based on the feeling going through their body, after having been exposed to the light of the Four Sword, they were all đ·đŠđłđș aware of the darkness around them.
"đđ©đ°'đŽ đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș?"
"I am."
"đđđłđȘđšđ©đ”, đđđ¶đŠ'đŽ đšđ°đ” đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ. đđ°, đȘđ§ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ©đ°đźđŠ đžđ°đŻ'đ” đ©đŠđđ±, đžđ©đąđ” đ„đ° đžđŠ đ„đ° đŻđ°đž?"
"đđŠ đžđąđȘđ”. đđ©đŠđłđŠ'đŽ đłđŠđąđđđș đŻđ°đ” đźđ¶đ€đ© đžđŠ đ€đąđŻ đ„đ° đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ°đ¶đłđ€đŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đąđłđŹđŻđŠđŽđŽ đłđŠđ·đŠđąđđŽ đȘđ”đŽđŠđđ§."
"All we can do is đžđąđȘđ”?"
"đ đŠđ±."
Blue wished there was a bit more they could do other than just đžđąđȘđ”. He wasn't necessarily complaining, though. Waiting isn't the worst possible thing to have to do. It's just... the tension in the air was so đŽđ”đłđ°đŻđš. The air felt thick and it đłđŠđŠđŹđŠđ„ of dark magic. It made Blue feel sort of sick.
She tightened their grip on the Four Sword. Blue didn't know what was going to happen, but he had to be ready.
Suddenly, Blue heard a noise come from behind them. She quickly spun around, but saw nothing. Without warning, the dark magic surrounding them spiked in intensity and a dark portal appeared beneath their feet.
"Fuck!"
They fell into the portal and blacked out.
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When Blue woke up, something felt wrong. Not wrong like the bad feeling he had earlier, but đžđłđ°đŻđš like something was wrong with their đŁđ°đ„đș. -----
When Shadow woke up, he could immediately tell something was horrendously wrong. Their body felt wrong. What was going on? -----
Blue: đđ©đąđ” đȘđŻ đđșđđȘđą'đŽ đŻđąđźđŠ đȘđŽ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ°đŻ!?
Shade: đđđ¶đŠ? đđ” đđŠđąđŽđ” đŽđ©đŠ'đŽ đąđžđąđŹđŠ. đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đ©đŠ đȘđŽđŻ'đ” đ”đ©đŠ đŁđŠđŽđ” đ€đ°đźđ±đąđŻđș, đ”đ©đŠđź đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đąđžđąđŹđŠ đȘđŽ đŽđ”đȘđđ đą đšđ°đ°đ„ đŽđȘđšđŻ... đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ.
Blue: đđŠđđ, đšđŠđŠ, đ”đ©đąđŻđŹđŽ. đ đđ°đ·đŠ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đ”đąđđŹđŠđ„ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đđȘđŹđŠ đ'đź đŻđ°đ” đ©đŠđłđŠ. đđ°đž đ”đ©đŠ đ§đ¶đ€đŹ đ„đȘđ„ đ©đŠ đŹđŻđ°đž đ đžđąđŽ đąđžđąđŹđŠ đąđŻđșđžđąđș? đ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đŠđ·đŠđŻ đŽđąđș đąđŻđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš.
Shade: đđ©đąđ”? đ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đŠđ·đŠđŻ đŽđąđș đąđŻđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš... đđ°đł đąđŻđșđ°đŻđŠ đŠđđŽđŠ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đąđ” đźđąđ”đ”đŠđł.
Blue: đđ©đŠ đ§đ¶đ€đŹ'đŽ đ©đŠ đźđŠđąđŻ đ©đŠ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đŽđąđș đąđŻđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš?! đđŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđąđȘđ„ đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đą đŽđŠđ€đ°đŻđ„ đąđšđ°!? đđ°đž'đ„ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đȘđ„đȘđ°đ” đŠđ·đŠđŻ đŹđŻđ°đž đžđ©đąđ” đ đžđąđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹđȘđŻđš, đąđŻđșđžđąđș?
Shade: ...đđąđȘđ”, đđđ¶đŠ đ€đąđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đŠđąđł đźđŠ?
Blue: đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đ©đŠ đ”đąđđŹđȘđŻđš đąđŁđ°đ¶đ”? đđ§ đ€đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠ đ đ€đąđŻ đ©đŠđąđł đ©đȘđź! đđ©đș đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đ đŁđŠ đąđŁđđŠ đ”đ°!? .....đđ©, đžđąđȘđ”, đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ'đź đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș, đŁđ¶đ” đ đ€đąđŻ'đ” đŽđ±đŠđąđŹ. đđ©đș đ€đąđŻ'đ” đ đŽđ±đŠđąđŹ!?
Shade: đ đ°đ¶ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đŻđŠđŠđ„ đ”đ°, đđđ¶đŠ. đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đžđŠ đ€đąđŻ đ©đŠđąđł đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł'đŽ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”đŽ.
Blue: đđ° đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠđŻ'đ” đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đą đ„đȘđ€đŹ đąđŻđ„ đ”đąđđŹđȘđŻđš đđȘđŹđŠ đ đžđąđŽđŻ'đ” đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đ„đŠđŽđ±đȘđ”đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đąđ€đŹđŻđ°đžđđŠđ„đšđȘđŻđš đźđŠ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đąđžđąđŹđŠ?
Shade: ...đđ©đș đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ đ„đ° đ”đ©đąđ”? đ đ°đ¶'đłđŠ đłđ¶đ„đŠ đąđŻđ„ đąđŻđŻđ°đșđȘđŻđš đźđ°đŽđ” đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ, đąđŻđ„ đ đšđŠđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đ đ¶đŽđŠđ„ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đŠđ·đȘđ đŻ' đŽđ©đȘđ”, đŁđ¶đ” đ'đź đŻđ°đ” đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ«đ¶đŽđ” đąđłđŁđȘđ”đłđąđłđȘđđș đ”đłđŠđąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ±đ°đ°đłđđș. ...đ đ„đȘđ„ đŻđ°đ” đźđŠđąđŻ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đ°đŻđŠđŽđ”. đđąđŻ, đ đ©đąđ”đŠ đŽđ©đąđłđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”đŽ.
They were both silent for a moment, seemingly both stunned by Shadow's honesty.
Blue: đđ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶... đđąđȘđ”, đ§đ¶đ€đŹ. đđ°. đ đ°đ¶ đ©đŠđąđłđ„ đŻđ°đ”đ©đȘđŻđš. đ đ„đȘđ„ đŻđ°đ” đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđąđș đ”đ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶. đđ°đ±đŠ. đđȘđ„đŻ'đ” đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻ.
Shade: đđž, đ”đ©đŠ đŁđȘđš-đšđłđ°đ¶đ€đ©đș-đđđ¶đŠ đŽđąđȘđ„ 'đ”đ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶' đ§đ°đł đ°đŻđ€đŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đđȘđ§đŠ! đđŠđ„ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đŽđ° đ±đłđ°đ¶đ„ đȘđ§ đ©đŠ đ©đŠđąđłđ„ đ”đ©đąđ”!
Blue: đđ©đ¶đ” đ¶đ±, đđ©đąđ„đ°đž! đ đ°đ¶ đ©đŠđąđłđ„ đŻđ°đ”đ©đȘđŻđš!
Shade: đđȘđ€đŠ đ”đ° đŹđŻđ°đž đșđ°đ¶ đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đ©đąđ·đŠ đŽđ°đźđŠ đ±đ°đđȘđ”đŠđŻđŠđŽđŽ đŁđŠđ©đȘđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đąđŻđšđłđș, đȘđźđ±đ°đđȘđ”đŠ đ°đ¶đ”đžđąđłđ„ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻđąđđȘđ”đș.
Blue: đđ©đąđ”đŠđ·đŠđł! đđ¶đŽđ” đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đźđŠđŻđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđłđŽ!
Shade: đđźđź, đ'đđ đŽđ”đȘđđ đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș đ”đŠđđ đđŠđ„... đąđŻđ„ đđȘđŹđŠđđș đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđłđŽ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶ đŽđąđșđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶ đ§đ°đł đ°đŻđ€đŠ đąđŽ đźđŠđąđŻđŽ đ°đ§ đ”đŠđąđŽđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶. đđ¶đ” đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđąđșđȘđŻ', đșđ¶đ© đŽđŠđŠđź đą đŁđȘđ” đȘđŻđŽđŠđ€đ¶đłđŠ.
Blue: đ đąđź đŁđ€đ© đȘđŻđŽđŠđ€đ¶đłđŠ!
Shade: đđ¶đ¶đ¶đ¶đłđŠ. đđŠđłđȘđ°đ¶đŽđđș, đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©. đđ©đ°'đŽ đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș? đđŻđ„ đžđ©đș đ€đąđŻ đžđŠ đ©đŠđąđł đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł'đŽ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”đŽ?
Blue: đđ°đž đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ đ đŹđŻđ°đž? đđŠ đŁđ°đ”đ© đ«đ¶đŽđ” đžđ°đŹđŠ đ¶đ± đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ.
Shade: đ'đź đŻđ°đ” đŠđčđ±đŠđ€đ”đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đŹđŻđ°đž. đ'đź đŽđąđșđȘđŻđš đžđŠ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ đ§đȘđšđ¶đłđŠ đȘđ” đ°đ¶đ”. đđŠđ”'đŽ đŽđ”đąđłđ” đŁđș đ”đłđșđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đŽđŠđŠ đȘđ§ đžđŠ'đłđŠ đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș. đđąđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đźđ°đ·đŠ?
Blue tried to move, but quickly found that she could only move the left side of the body---excluding the body's left ankle---and the body's head. He couldn't move the rest of the body at all. -----
Shadow could feel half of the body move, trying to get up, but the other half was unresponsive. -----
Shade: đđ©đąđ”? đđłđŠ đžđŠ đ±đąđłđąđđșđ»đŠđ„ đ°đŻ đ°đŻđŠ đŽđȘđ„đŠ đ°đł đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻ'?
Blue: đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đŹđŻđ°đž! đ đ€đąđŻ đŽđ°đłđ”đą đźđ°đ·đŠ, đŁđ¶đ” đ đ€đąđŻ'đ” đŠđ·đŠđŻ đ°đ±đŠđŻ đ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđŽ! đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŻđ° đȘđ„đŠđą đžđ©đąđ”'đŽ đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻđȘđŻđš đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ¶đŽ...
Shade: đđ°đđ„ đ°đŻ, đđŠđ” đźđŠ đ”đłđș.
Blue: đđ¶đ” đ'đź đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș? đ đ°đ¶ đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đŁđŠ đąđŁđđŠ đ”đ°--
Blue was immediately interrupted when the right side of their shared body moved from an action that was not his own. This was an awful sign. -----
Shadow tried to move the body, and, very concerningly, only the right side of the body---and the body's left ankle---responded. Shadow could however open the body's eyes to see that they were laying on the ground in what seemed to be a forest. Though it clearly wasn't the Minish Woods. -----
Blue: đđ©, đ§đ¶đ€đŹ. đđ°đŠđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đźđŠđąđŻ đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đŁđ°đ”đ© đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ?
If Blue could mentally punch somebody, he would, but that requires a body to punch with. -----
If Shadow could mentally sigh, he would, but that requires having a body to breathe oxygen. Oh, yeah. He can just think of the sound of sighing. -----
Shade: 'đđđđ', đđ” đŽđŠđŠđźđŽ đžđŠ đ„đ°.
Blue: đđȘđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đžđ°đłđ„ 'đŽđȘđšđ©' đȘđŻđŽđ”đŠđąđ„ đ°đ§ đŽđȘđšđ©đȘđŻđš?
Shade: đđ”'đŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đ€đ°đ¶đŻđ”đŽ, đ°đŹđąđș?
Blue: đđŽ đȘđ§ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”đŽ.
Shade: đđŠđș! đđ§ đ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”đŽ, đžđŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đŁđŠ đ©đąđ·đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đŻđ·đŠđłđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đŻđ°đž!
Blue: đ đŠđąđ©, đșđŠđąđ©. đđ©đąđ”đŠđ·đą. đđłđŠ đžđŠ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ”đłđș đ”đ° đšđŠđ” đ¶đ± đ°đł đŻđ°đ”?
Shade: đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ đŽđ°... đđ°đž đąđŁđ°đ¶đ”, đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đ¶đŻđ” đ°đ§ đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ, đžđŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đłđș đ”đ° đŽđȘđ” đ¶đ±?
Blue: đđȘđŻđŠ, đžđ°đłđŹđŽ đ§đ°đł đźđŠ.
Shade: đđŻđŠ... đ”đžđ°... đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ!
Blue sat up with the left side of the body. Surprisingly, they didn't instantly fall over. She supposed it was at least a small win, even if they still had to actually get on their feet. That left ankle was going to be a nightmare. -----
Shadow sat up with the right side of the body as he said 'three'. It wasn't really all that difficult, all things considered. Though it's better not to jinx it. -----
Blue tried to look around by moving their head. They may have not been able to move the body's eyes, but he could still look around. -----
Shadow tried to look around by moving their eyes. He may have not been able to move the body's head, but he could still look around. -----
Of course, they both tried to look the opposite direction, because why wouldn't they? This was getting them nowhere.
Blue: đđđłđȘđšđ©đ”. đđđŠđąđłđđș đ”đ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽđŻ'đ” đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đžđ°đłđŹ. đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đąđŻ đȘđ„đŠđą, đąđđłđȘđšđ©đ”?
Shade: đđ°đž, đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ·đŠ đąđŻ đȘđ„đŠđą? đđŹđąđș, đŽđ©đ°đ°đ”.
Blue: đđ©đŠ đ§đąđ€đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đŠđ·đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”đŽ đ€đąđŻ đŁđŠ đ€đ°đŻđ„đŠđŽđ€đŠđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đȘđŽ đąđŻđŻđ°đșđȘđŻđš. đđŻđșđžđąđș, đ©đ°đž đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶ đ”đłđș đ”đ° đŹđŠđŠđ± đ°đ¶đł đ·đȘđŽđȘđ°đŻ đ§đąđ€đȘđŻđš đ§đ°đłđžđąđłđ„, đąđŻđ„ đ đźđ°đ·đŠ đ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđąđ„ đȘđ§ đžđŠ đŻđŠđŠđ„ đ”đ° đđ°đ°đŹ đąđ” đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš? đ đ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đ”đŠđđ đźđŠ đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đ”đ° đđ°đ°đŹ đȘđ§ đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđŻđŻđą đŹđŠđŠđ± đȘđ” đ§đąđȘđł. đđ¶đ” đȘđ”'đŽ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đźđąđŹđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ đȘđ„đȘđ°đ”đȘđ€ đąđŻđ„ đ°đ·đŠđłđđș đ€đ°đźđ±đđȘđ€đąđ”đŠđ„ đȘđ§ đžđŠ đŁđ°đ”đ© đ”đłđș đ”đ° đđ°đ°đŹ đȘđŻ đ„đȘđ§đ§đŠđłđŠđŻđ” đ„đȘđłđŠđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ.
Shade: đđ©đș đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đŁđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđŠ đ”đ° đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ¶đł đ·đȘđŽđ¶đąđ đźđ°đ·đŠđźđŠđŻđ”?
Blue: đđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ, đ„đ¶đźđŁđąđŽđŽ, đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ©đŠđąđ„ đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đ©đąđŽ đą đžđȘđ„đŠđł đłđąđŻđšđŠ đ°đ§ đźđ°đ·đŠđźđŠđŻđ” đ”đ©đąđŻ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđŽ. đđŻđ„ đ đąđđŽđ° đŽđąđȘđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ đ”đŠđđ đźđŠ đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đ”đ° đđ°đ°đŹ, đŽđ° đȘđ”'đŽ đŻđ°đ” đđȘđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŻđ° đȘđŻđ±đ¶đ”.
Shade: đđȘđŻđŠ. đ'đđ đ”đłđș đ”đ° đŹđŠđŠđ± đ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđŽ đŽđ”đȘđđ, đŁđ¶đ” đȘđ§ đșđ°đ¶ đŻđŠđŠđ„ đźđŠ đ”đ° đđ°đ°đŹ đŽđ°đźđŠđžđ©đŠđłđŠ đŽđ±đŠđ€đȘđ§đȘđ€, đ”đŠđđ đźđŠ.
Blue: đ đžđąđŽ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đłđŠđšđąđłđ„đđŠđŽđŽ, đȘđ„đȘđ°đ”.
"đđŠđș? đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ°đŻ? đđ©đ°'đŽ đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș?"
Shade: đđ©, đđłđŠđŠđŻ'đŽ đąđžđąđŹđŠ.
Blue: đđ° đ„đ¶đ©, đ đ€đąđŻ đ©đŠđąđł đ”đ©đąđ”. đđąđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đąđđŹ? đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ đ€đąđŻ. đđłđȘđŠđ„ đŠđąđłđđȘđŠđł.
Shade: đ đ€đąđŻ đ”đłđș.
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"Uhhhh- I- cn- sertuh- tulk. Hi- Green."
(Uhhhh...I can sorta talk. Hi, Green.)
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Blue: đđŠđđ, đąđ” đđŠđąđŽđ” đžđŠ đ€đąđŻ đ€đ°đźđźđ¶đŻđȘđ€đąđ”đŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđłđŽ. đđ·đŠđŻ đȘđ§ đȘđ”'đŽ đ©đ°đłđłđȘđŁđđș.
"đđŽ đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đžđłđ°đŻđš? đđ©đș đ€đąđŻ'đ” đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ±đŠđąđŹ?"
Â
"Problm- Shahow- an Blue- both- contrul- body."
(Problem. Shadow and Blue both control body.)
Â
"đ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đŹđŻđ°đž đ”đ©đąđ” đžđąđŽ đ±đ°đŽđŽđȘđŁđđŠ. đđ° đșđ°đ¶ đŹđŻđ°đž đ©đ°đž đ”đ©đąđ”'đŽ đȘđźđ±đąđ€đ”đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đąđŁđȘđđȘđ”đș đ”đ° đŽđ±đŠđąđŹ?"
Blue: đ đŠđąđ©, đ©đ°đž đđš đ”đ©đȘđŽ đȘđźđ±đąđ€đ”đȘđŻđš đ°đ¶đł đąđŁđȘđđȘđ”đș đ”đ° đŽđ±đŠđąđŹ!? đ đ€đąđŻ'đ” đ”đąđđŹ đąđ” đąđđ, đŽđ° đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đąđŁđđŠ đ”đ° đ”đąđđŹ đŻđ°đłđźđąđđđș! đđŻđđŠđŽđŽ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ'đŽ đŽđŠđ€đłđŠđ”đđș đą đ”đ©đȘđłđ„ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ đąđđŽđ° đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đđđȘđŻđš đ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș đłđȘđšđ©đ” đŻđ°đž.
Shade: đđąđșđŁđŠ đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đŁđ°đ”đ© đ”đłđș đ”đ° đŽđąđș đ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ?
Blue: đđ©đąđ” đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đŽđ”đ¶đ±đȘđ„.
Shade: đđŠđđ, đ„đ° đźđ€đȘ đ©đąđ·đŠ đąđŻđș đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đȘđ„đŠđąđŽ?
Blue: ... đđ°đ” đłđŠđąđđđș. đđȘđŻđŠ. đđ©đąđ” đąđłđŠ đžđŠ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đŽđąđș?
Shade: ...'đđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽ đą đ”đŠđŽđ” đŽđŠđŻđ”đŠđŻđ€đŠ'?
Blue: đđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đ„đ¶đźđŁ, đŁđ¶đ” đžđ©đąđ”đŠđ·đŠđł.
Shade: đđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đ¶đŻđ” đ°đ§ đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ?
Blue: đ đŠđ±. đđȘđłđŠđ€đ”đđș đąđ§đ”đŠđł đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ đŽđ° đșđ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ đŽđąđș đȘđ” đ”đ°đ°.
Shade: đđŻđŠ... đđžđ°... đđ©đłđŠđŠ!
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"This is a test sentence."
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Blue: đđąđŻ, đ”đ©đąđ” đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŠđ„ đŽđ°, đŽđ° đŽđ”đ¶đ±đȘđ„.
Shade: đ đ°đ¶ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đŠđ·đŠđłđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đȘđŽ đŽđ°đźđŠ đ·đąđłđȘđąđŻđ” đ°đ§ 'đŽđ”đ¶đ±đȘđ„'.
Blue: đ đŠđąđ©, đȘđŻđ€đđ¶đ„đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶.
Shade: đđŠđș! đ đąđź đ§đąđŁđ¶đđ°đ¶đŽ!
Blue: đđąđŁđ¶đđ°đ¶đŽ đąđ” đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đąđŻ đȘđ„đȘđ°đ”?
Shade: đđ°!
"đđ©! đ đ°đ¶ đšđ¶đșđŽ đŽđ±đ°đŹđŠ đ€đđŠđąđłđđș đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đȘđźđŠ."
Blue: ... đđŠ đ„đȘđ„ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đžđŠ? đđ° đ”đąđđŹ đ±đłđ°đ±đŠđłđđș, đžđŠ đŻđŠđŠđ„ đ”đ° đąđšđłđŠđŠ đ°đŻ đžđ©đąđ” đžđŠ'đłđŠ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đŽđąđș. đđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đđșđđȘđą'đŽ đ§đ°đłđź đ°đ§ đźđąđŹđȘđŻđš đ¶đŽ đ€đ°đ°đ±đŠđłđąđ”đŠ?
Shade: đđŠđ”'đŽ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đłđș đ”đ° đąđ·đ°đȘđ„ đ”đąđđŹđȘđŻđš đ¶đŻđđŠđŽđŽ đŻđŠđ€đŠđŽđŽđąđłđș. đ đ€đąđŻ đŽđ”đȘđđ đ”đąđđŹ đŽđ°đźđŠđžđ©đąđ” đ°đŻ đźđș đ°đžđŻ đąđŻđșđžđąđș.
"We- cn- tulk- if- both seh- aht- sahm- tyeme."
(We can talk if both say at same time.)
"đđ©đąđ” đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đ„đȘđ§đ§đȘđ€đ¶đđ”. đ đ”đąđŹđŠ đȘđ” đșđ°đ¶ đžđ°đŻ'đ” đŁđŠ đŽđ±đŠđąđŹđȘđŻđš đ€đđŠđąđłđđș đ¶đŻđđŠđŽđŽ đŻđŠđ€đŠđŽđŽđąđłđș?"
Blue nodded the body's head. It was much easier than trying to communicate verbally would be. -----
Shadow felt Blue nod the body's head. Trying to talk like this was going to be exhausting. However, he's honestly not sure which is worse. This, or constantly trying to talk over each other. -----
Just then, they felt an intense concentration of dark magic build up in the area. It wasn't trying to hide itself this time. It was coming fast.
Blue: đ đŽđžđŠđąđł, đ”đ©đȘđŽ đŁđŠđ”đ”đŠđł đŻđ°đ” đŁđŠ đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ±đ°đłđ”đąđ. đđŠ'đłđŠ đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș đ§đ¶đ€đŹđŠđ„ đ¶đ± đ§đłđ°đź đ”đ©đŠ đđąđŽđ” đ°đŻđŠ đąđŽ đȘđŽ!
Shade: đđ” đ§đŠđŠđđŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ±đ°đłđ”đąđ, đŁđ¶đ” đȘđ” đ„đ°đŠđŽđŻ'đ” đ§đŠđŠđ đđȘđŹđŠ đȘđ”'đŽ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đąđ±đ±đŠđąđł đ¶đŻđ„đŠđł đ¶đŽ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ”đȘđźđŠ. đđ©đŠ đŽđ”đłđ°đŻđšđŠđŽđ” đ€đ°đŻđ€đŠđŻđ”đłđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đźđąđšđȘđ€ đȘđŽ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ đźđŠđ”đłđŠđŽ đȘđŻ đ§đłđ°đŻđ” đ°đ§ đ¶đŽ, đ”đžđ° đźđŠđ”đłđŠđŽ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đąđȘđł, đąđŻđ„ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đŽđȘđčđ”đș đ€đŠđŻđ”đȘđźđŠđ”đłđŠđŽ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đłđȘđšđ©đ”.
Blue: đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đžđŠđȘđłđ„đđș đ±đłđŠđ€đȘđŽđŠ.
Shade: đ đ°đ¶ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đąđłđŠđŻ'đ” đąđŽ đ§đąđźđȘđđȘđąđł đžđȘđ”đ© đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€...đ°đł đźđąđšđȘđ€ đȘđŻ đšđŠđŻđŠđłđąđ, đłđŠđąđđđș.
"đđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ±đ°đłđ”đąđ?"
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In almost the exact spot Shadow had felt the magic concentrating, a large portal, just like the one they themselves had fallen through, appeared. Out of it fell a strange man with pink hair and an outfit almost as colourful as their own quad-coloured tunic. He landed face-first with his legs only hitting the ground a moment later in a fashion that could be considered comical.
"I fucking hate those portals," the man grumbled, still laying in the dirt.
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Shade: đđž! đ đžđąđŽ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đŠđŻ đ€đŠđŻđ”đȘđźđŠđ”đłđŠđŽ đ°đ§đ§!
Blue: đ đšđ°đ”đ”đą đŽđąđș, đ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đšđ¶đș đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș.
"đđ¶đ©, đžđŠđđ đȘđ” đŽđŠđŠđźđŽ đžđŠ đąđłđŠđŻ'đ” đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđđș đ°đŻđŠ'đŽ đšđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ±đ°đłđ”đąđđŻđąđ±đ±đŠđ„."
The dark magic in the area didn't fade as the portal closed, and instead moved.
"đđ©đ©đ©, đžđ©đș đȘđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€ đŻđ°đ” đšđ°đŻđŠ?"
Shade: đđ©đŠ đźđąđšđȘđ€ đźđ°đ·đŠđ„. đđđȘđšđ©đ”đđș đ§đąđłđ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đłđȘđšđ©đ”, đąđŻđ„ đą đđȘđ”đ”đđŠ đŁđȘđ” đ€đđ°đŽđŠđł đ”đ° đ¶đŽ. đđ”đȘđđ đźđ¶đ€đ© đ€đđ°đŽđŠđł đ”đ° đ±đȘđŻđŹ-đ©đąđȘđł đ”đ©đąđŻ đ¶đŽ. đđ”'đŽ đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đšđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ”đȘđźđŠ.
Blue: đđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ?
"đ đžđȘđŽđ© đ°đŻđŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đąđŻđŽđžđŠđł đźđŠ..."
Blue: đđŻđ„ đ đžđȘđŽđ© đ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ”đŠđđ đ©đȘđź đ”đ° đŽđ©đ¶đ” đ¶đ±.
Shade: đ đŠđąđ©, đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đ°đŻđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđłđŽ đžđąđŹđŠđŽ đ¶đ±, đđłđŠđŠđŻ'đŽ đŽđ°đłđ”đą đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đąđđŹđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ©đȘđźđŽđŠđđ§ đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ±đ°đȘđŻđ”.
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Just then, another portal appeared. Nobody đ§đŠđđ out of this one. Instead, a tall, slender man, dressed in green, with heavy chainmail under his tunic, and a long blue scarf calmly stepped out of the portal. He definitely looked like a royal knight of some kind. He had light blond hair and bright blue eyes. He practically reeked of pretentiousness.
This new guy stopped to take in his surroundings. When he noticed the pink-haired guy laying on the ground, he snickered. "Really, Legend?"
The pick-haired guy---apparently named Legend---pushed himself up off the ground and glared at the strange knight. "Fuck you, Scarfy."
That comment seemed to offend Scarfy. He scoffed, "How many times must I tell you, Legend? My agreed upon name is Warriors!"
Legend, now fully sitting, made eye-contact with Scarfy---or apparently Warriors, but Scarfy was funnier---and flipped him off. "Scarfy."
Scarfy, now fully frustrated, sighed. "You're insufferable."
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Blue: đđ°đž đ đ§đđđĄđĄđź đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ 'đđŠđšđŠđŻđ„' đšđ¶đș.
Shade: đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đąđšđłđŠđŠ. đ đđȘđŹđŠ đ©đȘđŽ đ”đąđŽđ”đŠ đȘđŻ đŻđȘđ€đŹđŻđąđźđŠđŽ. đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻđąđđđș đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ€đąđđđŠđ„ đđ€đąđłđ§đș, 'đđȘđš đđ€đąđłđ§ đđąđŻ'.
"đđ” đŽđŠđŠđźđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ”đžđ° đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠđź đŹđŻđ°đž đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł, đąđŻđ„ đđŠđšđŠđŻđ„ đŽđŠđŠđźđŠđ„ đ”đ° đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș đŁđŠ đ§đąđźđȘđđȘđąđł đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠ đ±đ°đłđ”đąđđŽ."
Shade: đđŠđąđ·đŠ đȘđ” đ”đ° đđłđŠđŠđŻ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹđȘđŻđš đđ°đšđȘđ€đąđđđș đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđȘđ”đ¶đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đžđ©đȘđđŠ đđȘđ°'đŽ đąđŽđđŠđŠđ±.
Blue: đđłđŠđŠđŻ'đŽ đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđŻđ„ đ°đ§ đȘđ„đȘđ°đ” đ”đ° đȘđźđźđŠđ„đȘđąđ”đŠđđș đłđŠđ§đŠđł đ”đ° đđ€đąđłđ§đș đąđŽ 'đđąđłđłđȘđ°đłđŽ'.
"... đđźđź, đžđ©đąđ”'đŽ đšđ°đȘđŻ' đ°đŻ? đđ©đ° đąđłđŠ đ”đ©đŠđŽđŠ đ±đŠđ°đ±đđŠ?"
Blue: đđŠđ„'đŽ đąđžđąđŹđŠ! ...đđ©đ¶đ” đ¶đ±. đ'đź đŁđ€đ© đŠđŻđ”đ©đ¶đŽđȘđąđŽđ”đȘđ€ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đ©đąđ”!
Shade: đ 'đ€đąđŻ'đ” đ©đȘđ„đŠ đșđ¶đ© đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”đŽ, đđđ¶đŠ. đ đ°đ¶đł đ€đłđ¶đŽđ© đ°đŻ đ©đȘđź đȘđŽ đ°đŁđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽ đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ© đŠđ·đŠđŻ đžđȘđ”đ©đ°đ¶đ” đ©đąđ·đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ©đŠđąđł đ”đ©đŠđź.
Blue: đđ©, đ©đ¶đŽđ©!
Even without control of the body, the others could hear the smile in Green's voice, "đđ©, đđŠđ„! đ đ°đ¶'đłđŠ đ§đȘđŻđąđđđș đąđžđąđŹđŠ."
"...đđ©đź! đđ°đłđłđș... đ'đź đ”đȘđłđŠđ„. đđ©đ°'đŽ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đđđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș?"
"đđ°đźđŠđ©đ°đž, đŁđ°đ”đ© đđđ¶đŠ đąđŻđ„ đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ."
"đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đ±đ°đŽđŽđȘđŁđđŠ?"
"đđ±đ±đąđłđŠđŻđ”đđș. đđ©đŠ đ±đ°đłđ”đąđ đźđ¶đŽđ” đ©đąđ·đŠ đ„đ°đŻđŠ đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš."
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Legend stopped flipping off Scarfy as another man stepped out of the same portal Scarfy came from. This man seemed older than the other two. He wore heavy enchanted armour, and had strange red and blue markings on his face. One of his eyes remained perpetually closed. He gave a strange unreadable look to the other two. "Since you have time to sit around, I presume the area is safe?"
"Uhhhhh... Well, nothing attacked me when I fell out of the portal, so I think the area's safe."
The armoured man halfway glared at Legend. "Did you not check?"
"No, I fell out of the portal less than a minute ago. How the fuck would I have had time to check?"
The three of them went quiet for a moment. Likely listening for monsters. They were quickly interrupted by another man coming out of the portal. This man had darker hair than the other three. He had a wolf pelt draped over his back, and had strange dark markings on his forehead. Strangely his attire seemed equally suited for combat and ranch work. This new guy was very likely a rancher or something similar.
The wolf-pelt man, upon seeing that the other three weren't in any direct danger, loosened up and took a look around. "Good to see we ain't have to fight right outta the portal... Oh, hey, y'all, I think this may be my Hyrule? I know this area..."
"Truly? Twilight, are there standardly any monsters around here?"
"In this area? No, there ain't no monsters 'round 'ere. There are some not too far off, but y'ain't gonna find none in these parts."
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"đđ°đž đźđąđŻđș đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠđź đąđłđŠ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ?"
"đ đ©đ°đ±đŠ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ'đŽ đźđ°đłđŠ! đđŠ đ€đąđŻ đŁđŠ đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„đŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠđź đąđđ!"
"đđ©đŠđș đźđąđș đŻđ°đ” đžđąđŻđ” đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„đŽ, đđŠđ„."
Blue: đđ” đŽđŠđŠđźđŽ đžđ°đđ§ đŁđ°đș đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đȘđŽ đŻđąđźđŠđ„ đđžđȘđđȘđšđ©đ”. đđ° đ€đđ¶đŠ đžđ©đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ°đđ„ đšđ¶đș'đŽ đŻđąđźđŠ đȘđŽ đșđŠđ”.
Shade: 'đđžđȘđđȘđšđ©đ”' đŽđ°đłđ” đ°đ§ đ„đŠđŽđ€đłđȘđŁđŠđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đźđąđšđȘđ€ đ°đŻ đ©đȘđŽ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ, đ”đ°đ°. đđ”'đŽ đŻđ°đ” đŽđ©đąđ„đ°đž đźđąđšđȘđ€, đŁđ¶đ” đȘđ” đ§đŠđŠđđŽ đŽđ°đźđŠđ©đ°đž đȘđŻ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đđȘđšđ©đ” đąđŻđ„ đ„đąđłđŹ đźđąđšđȘđ€. đ'đ·đŠ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đ§đŠđđ” đźđąđšđȘđ€ đČđ¶đȘđ”đŠ đđȘđŹđŠ đȘđ” đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ. đđ” đ§đŠđŠđđŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđŻđ„ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đđȘđ° đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đȘđŻđ”đŠđłđŠđŽđ”đŠđ„ đȘđŻ đŽđ”đ¶đ„đșđȘđŻđš.
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Again, yet another person stepped out of the portal, but this time, the portal closed behind him. This boy looked pretty young, probably around sixteen. He wore very simple clothes, and had messy hair which was about the same colour đąđŽ đđžđȘđđȘđšđ©đ”'đŽ. "đ đ§đŠđŠđ đđȘđŹđŠ đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đŽđąđȘđ„ đźđș đŻđąđźđŠ."
"đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đŻđ°đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đ¶đŻđ¶đŽđ¶đąđ. đ đ°đ¶'đłđŠ đđȘđ”đŠđłđąđđđș đ€đąđđđŠđ„ 'đđșđłđ¶đđŠ', đđ¶đđȘđŠ."
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Blue: đđ©đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ§đ¶đ€đŹ đŻđąđźđŠđŽ đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đŹđȘđ„ đđșđłđ¶đđŠ? ...đđ©đ° đŻđąđźđŠđŽ đ”đ©đŠđźđŽđŠđđ§ đđșđłđ¶đđŠ?
Shade: đđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đžđ©đ° đłđŠđąđđđș đđ°đ·đŠđŽ đđșđłđ¶đđŠ?
Blue: đđ©đŠ đ§đąđ€đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđ”'đŽ đ¶đŻđ€đđŠđąđł đžđ©đŠđ”đ©đŠđł đșđ°đ¶'đłđŠ đłđŠđ§đŠđłđłđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ đ°đł đ±đđąđ€đŠ đŽđ©đ°đžđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđ°đŁđđŠđź đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đąđ” đŻđąđźđŠ.
"'đđșđłđ¶đđŠ' đȘđŽ đą đžđŠđȘđłđ„ đŻđąđźđŠ đ§đ°đł đą đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ."
"đđŠđȘđŻđš đŻđąđźđŠđ„ đąđ§đ”đŠđł đą đ€đ°đđ°đ¶đł đȘđŽ đžđŠđȘđłđ„ đ§đ°đł đą đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ. đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đłđ°đ°đź đ”đ° đ«đ¶đ„đšđŠ."
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"Anyway, this is apparently Twilight's time, or at the very least, close enough that he can recognize the area."
"Yeah, there's a town that ain't all that far. We could head there if that's alright with y'all?"
"That would work just fin--"
The only one who has yet to be named, the man in full armour, finally noticed Link---if they could even still be called that---sitting on the ground. His sudden stop in speech drew the other four's attention to them as well.
"Who the fuck are you?"
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Blue: đđ©đȘđ”, đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đ”đąđđŹ! đđ©đąđ” đ„đ° đžđŠ đŽđąđș?!
Shade: đđ©. đđ° đžđŠ đŽđąđș đžđŠ'đłđŠ đđȘđŻđŹ?
Blue: đ đđ€đŁ'đ© đ đŁđ€đŹ! đđŠ đ€đąđŻ'đ” đŠđčđąđ€đ”đđș đąđŽđŹ đđłđŠđŠđŻ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đŻđ°đž!
Shade: đđŠđ”'đŽ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđąđș 'đđȘđŻđŹ', đąđđłđȘđšđ©đ”? đđŻđŠ đžđ°đłđ„. 'đđȘđŻđŹ'. đđ©đŠ đ§đŠđžđŠđł đžđ°đłđ„đŽ đžđŠ đŽđąđș, đ”đ©đŠ đŠđąđŽđȘđŠđł.
Blue: đđȘđŻđŠ, đ§đȘđŻđŠ, 'đŹđąđș. đđ°đ¶đŻđ” đ°đł đžđ©đąđ”đŠđ·đŠđł.
Shade: đđ°đ°đŻđŠ.. đ”đžđ°đ°... đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ!
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"Link."
The odd strangers looked at each other, seeming a bit shocked, and mumbling under their breath to one another about "...another one..." or something like that.
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"đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ đźđąđș đ©đąđ·đŠ đ§đ°đ¶đŻđ„ đą đŽđ°đđ¶đ”đȘđ°đŻ đ”đ° đ°đ¶đł đ±đłđŠđ„đȘđ€đąđźđŠđŻđ”."
"đđ€đŹ! đđȘđ°, đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ”đąđłđ”đđŠđ„ đźđŠ! đđ©đŠđŻ'đ„ đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđŹđŠ đ¶đ±?"
"...đđ°đ” đđ°đŻđš đąđ§đ”đŠđł đđŠđ„. đđ°đŻđš đąđšđ° đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ° đ©đŠđąđł đșđ°đ¶ đŽđąđș đ”đ©đąđ” đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đąđŻđ„ đđđ¶đŠ đąđłđŠ đŽđ”đ¶đ€đŹ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đđđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đ”đ°đšđŠđ”đ©đŠđł, đąđ” đđŠđąđŽđ”."
Shade: đđž! đđ§ đ€đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠ đđȘ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đ°đ§ đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš!
Blue: đđ” đđŠđąđŽđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđ„đȘđ°đ” đȘđŽ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đ¶đŽđŠđ§đ¶đ đ§đ°đł đ°đŻđ€đŠ. đđ°đł đŽđ¶đ±đ±đ°đŽđŠđ„đđș đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đ°đ¶đł đŁđłđąđȘđŻđŽ, đ”đ©đŠđș đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đłđŠđąđđđș đ¶đŽđŠ đȘđ” đ§đ°đł đźđ¶đ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ©đąđŻ đȘđŻđ§đ°đ„đ¶đźđ±đȘđŻđš đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đŻđŠđž đȘđŻđ”đŠđłđŠđŽđ”đŽ.
Shade: đđ°đ°, đđȘ đŽđąđșđŽ đŽđźđąđłđ” đŽđ”đ¶đ§đ§ đąđđ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ!
Blue: đđȘđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đȘđŽ đđȘđ”đŠđłđąđđđș đŹđŻđ°đžđȘđŻđš đą đžđ©đ°đđŠ đŁđ¶đŻđ€đ© đ°đ§ đłđąđŻđ„đ°đź, đ¶đŽđŠđđŠđŽđŽ đȘđŻđ§đ°đłđźđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ. đđŻđ°đžđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đŠđŻđ”đȘđłđŠ đ©đȘđŽđ”đ°đłđș đ°đ§ đŁđ°đźđŁđŽ đŽđȘđŻđ€đŠ đđșđłđ¶đđŠ'đŽ đ§đ°đ¶đŻđ„đȘđŻđš đȘđŽđŻ'đ” đŠđčđąđ€đ”đđș đ¶đŽđŠđ§đ¶đ.
Shade: đđ¶đ” đŁđ°đźđŁđŽ đąđłđŠ đđđđȘđĄđ€đȘđš!
Blue: ...đ đ€đąđŻ đŽđŠđŠ đžđ©đș đșđ°đ¶ đ”đžđ° đšđŠđ” đąđđ°đŻđš đŽđ° đžđŠđđ.
"đđ° đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶ đŹđŻđ°đž đ©đ°đž đ”đ° đ§đȘđč đ”đ©đȘđŽ?"
"đ đŠđŽ... đșđ°đ¶ đŹđŻđ°đž đ©đ°đž đžđ©đŠđŻ đžđŠ đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ©, đžđŠ đȘđźđąđšđȘđŻđŠ đ±đ©đșđŽđȘđ€đąđđđș đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ±đđąđ€đŠđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł? đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đą đ”đ©đŠđ°đłđș đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđ§ đ°đŻđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠđź đžđŠđłđŠ đ”đ° đ”đłđș đ”đ° đȘđŻđŽđ”đŠđąđ„ đȘđźđąđšđȘđŻđŠ đźđ°đ·đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đŠđđŽđŠ đȘđŽ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đłđąđ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ©đąđŻ đŽđžđȘđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš, đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đźđąđș đ°đŻđđș đŁđŠ đ°đŻđŠ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ đđŠđ§đ” đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș."
Shade: đđ”'đŽ đžđ°đłđ”đ© đą đŽđ©đ°đ”. đđ° đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđŻđŻđą đ”đłđș đȘđ”?
Blue: đđ¶đ©, đźđŠ? đ đźđŠđąđŻ... đŽđ¶đłđŠ, đ đšđ¶đŠđŽđŽ.
Blue, being herself, obviously thought of moving to Red's location within their body because it's impossible to separate those two with a ten-foot pole, even within their own headspace.
Blue and Shadow could feel the 'experience', as they've dubbed them, corresponding to Red overtake their senses.
The smell of campfire smoke filled their nostrils, a very gentle breeze floated fallen leaves throughout the air, and aside from the crackling campfire, there was the subtle sound of water as the canoes floated across it, a soothing warmth overtook them. The warmth was rejuvenating-- revitalizing-- ...comfortable. Yet, despite the experience mostly feeling the same as always, something was missing. Across the water, on the other side of the campfire, where Red's presence standardly lingered, it was instead notably absent. This was likely only due to simply moving to where Red was rather than fully switching with him, but it was disturbing for his presence to be missing after being so used to it being there.
After a few seconds, both Shadow and Blue were back in the body, except now Shadow was the only one in control.
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Upon regaining control of the body, Shadow tried to lean forward, and actually succeed. He had full control again! Success! Vio's such a genius.
"đđ©, đ§đ¶đ€đŹ, đșđŠđąđ©! đđ” đžđ°đłđŹđŠđ„!"
"đ đąđș! đ đ°đ¶'đłđŠ đŽđ° đŽđźđąđłđ” đąđŻđ„ đ€đ°đ°đ, đđȘ!"
"đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻđąđđđș đ€đđąđȘđź đ”đ©đąđ”, đŁđ¶đ” đ'đđ đ”đąđŹđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đźđ±đđȘđźđŠđŻđ”."
"đđ©đŠđș'đłđŠ đŻđ°đ”. đđŠ'đŽ đŽđ”đȘđđ đą đđ°đŽđŠđł."
"đœđĄđȘđ, đŽđ”đ°đ± đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đłđ¶đ„đŠ."
"đđ€đ©, đžđ©đąđ”đŠđ·đŠđł."
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Legend was staring at them particularly hard, but Shadow opted to ignore it. Shadow actually wanted to like Legend.
The youngest looking boy, Hyrule, looked at them a bit cautiously. "How long have you been there."
"Since before Legend fell face first out of that portal."
Shadow got up and approached the strange new people. Making sure he had a certain energy in his step and a friendly-but-somewhat-snarky smile. He did still have to give these people a good impression of Rainbow, after all. "If we were a dragon we would have bit ya! Funny how the people so worried about monsters can overlook a whole person."
To Shadow's annoyance, the group got more on guard as he approached.
"How did you know Legend's name?"
Shadow scoffed and rolled his eyes. "We just told you we were here before he fell out of the portal. Also meaning we overheard Scarfy, here, call him that."
Scarfy went wide-eyed like a blubbering fish. "My name is đŻđ°đ” Scarfy!"
"Sure, Scarfy."
Legend snickered at that. "Okay, I like you, kid."
"Hey, we are twenty-one years old! We are not a kid!"
Legend dawned a snarky smirk upon hearing his retort. "And I'm twenty-three, đ đđ. What's your point?"
Mystery one-eyed man stared at them like he was trying to solve a broken puzzle. "Why do you keep saying 'we'?"
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"đđ©, đ€đ°đźđŠ đ°đŻ. đđŠ'đłđŠ đŽđ¶đ±đ±đ°đŽđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ¶đŽđŠ đŽđȘđŻđšđ¶đđąđł đ±đłđ°đŻđ°đ¶đŻđŽ đžđ©đŠđŻ đźđŠđŠđ”đȘđŻđš đŻđŠđž đ±đŠđ°đ±đđŠ, đđ©đąđ„đ°đž!"
Oops.
"đđ§ đ”đ©đŠđș đ”đłđŠđąđ” đ¶đŽ đžđŠđȘđłđ„, đ'đź đ§đ¶đđđș đŁđđąđźđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶."
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"Because we use plural pronouns? Seems pretty simple to us. If you don't understand it, that's a you problem." Shadow tried his best to return the look armoured guy was giving, but it probably came across more as a glare than... whatever that look was.
"I'm sorry, I didn't intended to offend you."
Legend, for some reason, decided to lay on the ground again from his sitting position and point at them. "So's that mean you use they/them? Because, plural?"
"...Yeah?"
"Cool."
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"đđŠđđ±, đđŠđšđŠđŻđ„'đŽ đ„đŠđ€đȘđ„đŠđ„đđș đ€đ°đ°đ."
"đđ° đ„đ¶đ©. đ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ”đŠđđ đ”đ©đąđ” đ§đłđ°đź đ”đ©đŠ đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ” đ©đŠ đ§đŠđđ đ§đąđ€đŠ-đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đ°đ¶đ”đ”đą đ”đ©đąđ” đ±đ°đłđ”đąđ."
"đ đžđąđŻđŻđą đŁđŠ đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„đŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđź!"
"...đđŠ'đŽ đȘđŻđ”đŠđłđŠđŽđ”đȘđŻđš."
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Twilight looked to the others. "Guess we gotta explain?"
"Yeah, we have đ”đ°... đłđȘđšđ©đ”?" Hyrule looked to Legend like he was expecting him to provide an epiphany.
"We could just leave them in the dark and let them guess?"
"Have us guess what?"
Still unnamed old dude đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș glared at Legend. It was somewhat intimidating. "đđ°, we will be explaining to them."
"Explaining what?!" Shadow was beginning to get a bit frustrated.
Scarfy sighed and looked at them. "Alright, to start... wait, we didn't ask, are you a hero?"
Shadow was thoroughly confused now. "Yeah? Why?"
"That was a stupid question, Wars. Of course they're heroes." Now Legend was calling Scarfy 'Wars'? Meh, 'Scarfy' seems like the most annoying name, so Shadow's gonna stick with it. Shadow did appreciate Legend continuing to use plural by saying 'heroes', though.
"I was just making sure! We've never ran into another Link since we all met a week ago! I didn't think there were any more!"
Scarfy looked at them again, now somehow resembling a ruffled up bird. "Oookay... So first, we're all named Link."
Oh no, there's more of them.
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After an annoying explanation that essentially chalked up to "we don't know what's happening either", Shadow learned a total of four things. One: these portals are apparently taking them to different time-periods of Hyrule to fight some weird black-blooded monsters. Two: these idiots have been travelling together for a week. Three: old, one-eyed, heavily armoured, mystery man is apparently named Time. Four: it's a Link trait to be terrible at naming themselves.
Either way, seeing as they're lost in time, Link's going to have to join them whether they like it or not. Which also means they'll need a nickname to differentiate them.
"So, new kids? What's your name going to be? Our names are based on our hero titles, hence the... oddity. My full title is the Hero of Legend. Unless you're stupid, you should be able to see the connection from there."
"What if we have multiple titles?"
"Pick either the one you're best known for, or your favourite. Doesn't matter."
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"đđ©đąđ” đąđłđŠ đžđŠ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ±đȘđ€đŹ?"
"đ đŹđŻđ°đž đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đ€đąđŻ'đ” đ±đąđłđ”đȘđ€đȘđ±đąđ”đŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đŻđ·đŠđłđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ„đȘđłđŠđ€đ”đđș đ„đ¶đŠ đ”đ° đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđ°đđđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș, đŁđ¶đ” đ đ§đȘđšđ¶đłđŠ đ©đŠ đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đžđąđŻđ” đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ€đąđđđŠđ„ 'đđȘđšđ©đ”' đ§đłđ°đź đ°đ¶đł 'đđŠđłđ° đ°đ§ đđȘđšđ©đ”' đ”đȘđ”đđŠ."
"đđȘđšđ©đ”'đŽ đą đ„đ¶đźđŁ đŻđąđźđŠ đąđŻđșđžđąđș. đ đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻđąđđđș đžđąđŻđ” đ”đ° đŠđđȘđźđȘđŻđąđ”đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đŻđąđźđŠ 'đđŠđŻ' đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ„đŠđŽđ±đȘđ”đŠ đȘđ” đŁđąđŽđȘđ€đąđđđș đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đ°đ¶đł đ°đŻđđș đ±đđ¶đłđąđ đ”đȘđ”đđŠ, đšđ€đąđ đ€đ đȘđš đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ±đłđŠđ§đŠđł đ”đ° đŻđ°đ” đŁđŠ đłđŠđ§đŠđłđłđŠđ„ đ”đ° đąđŽ đŽđ¶đ€đ©."
"đđ©đąđ”'đŽ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đđȘđŻđȘđŽđ©! đđ©đŠ đđȘđŻđȘđŽđ© đąđłđŠ đšđłđŠđąđ”! đđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠđș'đłđŠ đŽđ¶đ±đŠđł đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„đđș!"
"đđȘđŽđ”đŠđŻ, đđŠđ„. đđŠ đźđąđș đŻđ°đ” đ©đąđ·đŠ đą đ±đłđ°đŁđđŠđź đžđȘđ”đ© đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đŽđ©đ°đłđ”, đŁđ¶đ” đ'đ„ đŽđ”đȘđđ đłđąđ”đ©đŠđł đžđŠ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đšđȘđ·đŠ đ±đŠđ°đ±đđŠ đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đłđŠđąđŽđ°đŻ đ”đ° đ€đąđđ đ¶đŽ đŽđ©đ°đłđ” đ€đ°đŻđŽđ”đąđŻđ”đđș. đđ©đŠ đđȘđŻđȘđŽđ© đąđłđŠ đŹđŻđ°đžđŻ đ±đąđłđ”đȘđąđđđș đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đźđȘđŻđȘđŽđ€đ¶đđŠ đŽđȘđ»đŠ, đąđŻđ„ đȘđ”'đŽ đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đđȘđŻđȘđŽđ© đźđąđšđȘđ€ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŁđąđłđŠđđș đšđłđ°đžđŻ đŽđȘđŻđ€đŠ đžđŠ đžđŠđłđŠ đŠđȘđšđ©đ”."
"đđźđź! đđȘđŻđŠ! đđźđ±đ©."
"đđ©đąđ” đ„đ°đŠđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đđŠđąđ·đŠ?"
"đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ°đ¶đł đ°đŻđđș đłđŠđźđąđȘđŻđȘđŻđš đ°đ±đ”đȘđ°đŻ đȘđŽ đđŠđłđ° đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đđ°đ¶đł đđžđ°đłđ„. đđ©đȘđ€đ© đđŠđąđ·đŠđŽ 'đđ°đ¶đł' đąđŻđ„ 'đđžđ°đłđ„'.
"đđžđ°đłđ„ đȘđŽ đą đŁđąđ„đąđŽđŽ đŻđąđźđŠ! đđ” đąđđŽđ° đŽđ¶đȘđ”đŽ đ¶đŽ đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đžđŠ đąđłđŠ đŁđđąđ€đŹđŽđźđȘđ”đ©đŽ. đ đŽđąđș đžđŠ đ€đ©đ°đ°đŽđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đŻđąđźđŠ."
"đđ¶đ” đđ°đ¶đł đȘđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđŠđ€đ°đŻđ„ đ€đđ°đŽđŠđŽđ” đŻđąđźđŠ đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đȘđ” đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đ±đđ¶đłđąđ! đđŻđ„ đȘđ”'đŽ đŽđ°đłđ”đą đ§đ¶đŻđŻđș đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ'đŽ đąđ€đ”đ¶đąđđđș đ§đȘđ·đŠ đ°đ§ đ¶đŽ, đŽđ° đȘđ”'đŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đŠđș đšđŠđ” đą đŁđ°đŻđ¶đŽ 'đ¶đŽ'! đđȘđ·đŠ 'đđ°đ¶đłđŽ'!"
"đđđ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đ đ€đąđŻ đąđ±đ±đłđŠđ€đȘđąđ”đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đȘđłđ°đŻđș đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŻđąđźđŠ 'đđ°đ¶đł', đ đŽđąđ„đđș đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đąđšđłđŠđŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đđđ¶đŠ đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đąđ€đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đđžđ°đłđ„ đȘđŽ đŽđȘđźđ±đđș đą đźđ¶đ€đ© đŁđŠđ”đ”đŠđł đŻđąđźđŠ."
"... đ đđȘđŹđŠ đŁđ°đ”đ© đŻđąđźđŠđŽ? đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đ±đąđłđ”đȘđ€đ¶đđąđłđđș đ€đąđłđŠ đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đŻđąđźđŠ đžđŠ đšđ° đžđȘđ”đ©?"
"đđđłđȘđšđ©đ”, đ©đ°đž đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ. đđŠ đąđđ đ·đ°đ”đŠ đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ đ°đŻ đžđ©đȘđ€đ©đŠđ·đŠđł đŻđąđźđŠ đžđŠ đđȘđŹđŠ đŁđŠđŽđ”. đđ©đąđ” đąđđŽđ° đźđŠđąđŻđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đ„đ° đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đ€đ©đ°đ°đŽđŠ đ°đŻđŠ, đđłđŠđŠđŻ. đđ§ đ°đ¶đł đ·đ°đ”đŠ đłđŠđŽđ¶đđ”đŽ đȘđŻ đą đ”đȘđŠ, đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đšđŠđ”đŽ đ”đ° đ”đŠđđ đ”đ©đŠđź đžđ©đȘđ€đ©đŠđ·đŠđł đŻđąđźđŠ đ©đŠ đ±đłđŠđ§đŠđłđŽ. đđ§ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đȘđŽ đą đ„đŠđ§đȘđŻđȘđ”đŠ đžđȘđŻđŻđŠđł, đđ©đąđ„đ°đž'đŽ đ·đ°đ”đŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đ©đąđ·đŠ đźđąđ„đŠ đą đ„đȘđ§đ§đŠđłđŠđŻđ€đŠ đ”đ° đŁđŠđšđȘđŻ đžđȘđ”đ©."
"đđȘđŻđŠ."
"đđđłđȘđšđ©đ”đș!"
"đđŹđąđș..."
"đđ§đ”đŠđł đ đŽđąđș đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ, đŽđąđș đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đŻđąđźđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ±đłđŠđ§đŠđł. đđŻđŠ, đ”đžđ°, đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ."
"đđžđ°đłđ„!"
"đđžđ°đłđ„."
"đđ°đ¶đł!!"
"...đđ°đ¶đł?"
"đđ©, đ§đ¶đ€đŹ."
"đđŠđŠđźđŽ đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đšđŠđ”đŽ đ”đ° đ„đŠđ€đȘđ„đŠ."
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He gets to decide? Well... he's gotta say, he definitely prefers 'Four'. Primarily because of the humour Red mentioned. You gotta love when your Four is actually five. After all, you can't have too much of a good thing, and clearly, they're đ·đŠđłđș good things! Though 'Sword' is a good name. Maybe outside of this adventure, Rainbow can use the name Sword instead of Link, since clearly, none of them are very fond of that name after their last adventure.
Either way, for right now, Four it is!
"Four."
Scarfy raised a brow. "You're the Hero of Four?"
"No, we're the đđŠđłđ°đŠđŽ of the Four đđžđ°đłđ„."
Legend gave a somewhat shocked look, but didn't say anything. He must have heard of them.
Shadow pulled the Four Sword off their back to show it off. "This pretty little thing."
"Hm, quite the impressive blade. Looks well maintained."
"Obviously. We're the best blacksmiths in Hyrule!"
"Does that mean you can do weapon maintenance?"
"Well, seeing as we aren't in a forge, we can't really đłđŠđ±đąđȘđł any weapons, at least not easily, if that's what you're asking. However we always have stuff for basic weapon maintenance."
"So you can upkeep our weapons after battles?"
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"đđ©đąđ” đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đ§đȘđŻđŠ đąđŽ đđ°đŻđš đąđŽ đ”đ©đŠđș đąđłđŠđŻ'đ” đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đȘđŻđ”đŠđŻđ”đȘđ°đŻđąđđđș đłđŠđ€đŹđđŠđŽđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đšđŠđąđł đŽđ°đđŠđđș đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đžđŠ đ€đąđŻ đ§đȘđč đȘđ”."
"đ đ©đąđ”đŠ đŻđ°đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đźđ°đłđŠ đ”đ©đąđŻ đ±đŠđ°đ±đđŠ đžđ©đ° đąđłđŠ đ€đąđłđŠđđŠđŽđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đžđŠđąđ±đ°đŻđŽ."
"đđ”'đŽ đ·đȘđŽđ€đŠđłđąđđđș đ±đąđȘđŻđ§đ¶đ đ”đ° đžđąđ”đ€đ© đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đ€đąđłđŠđđŠđŽđŽđđș đ„đąđźđąđšđŠ đČđ¶đąđđȘđ”đș đžđŠđąđ±đ°đŻđŽ."
"đ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŹđŻđ°đž đŠđąđ€đ© đžđŠđąđ±đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠđŽđŠ đ±đŠđ°đ±đđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đžđąđŽ đźđąđ„đŠ đŁđș đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đą đđ°đ” đ°đ§ đ€đąđłđŠ đąđŻđ„ đŠđ§đ§đ°đłđ”! đđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đźđŠđąđŻ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ€đąđłđŠđđŠđŽđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠđź đąđ§đ”đŠđł đ”đ©đąđ”!"
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"Yeah, we can upkeep maintenance on your weapons, but you better not be careless with them, or else our inner Blacksmiths will punch you in the face without hesitation."
"Noted."
"So, shall we head to that town, Twilight?"
"Yep. Come on, y'all. It's this way."
Twilight, and the other heroes, began walking off into the woods. Without any real choice, Shadow followed.
"Sooo, um. Pleasant weather we're having, eh?"
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"đđ©đąđ„đ°đž, đ©đ°đž đ€đąđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđŠđłđȘđ°đ¶đŽđđș đŁđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đŁđąđ„ đąđ” đ€đ°đŻđ·đŠđłđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ?"
"đđȘđ·đŠ đ©đȘđź đą đŁđłđŠđąđŹ. đđ©đŠ đ°đŻđđș đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ đ©đŠ đźđąđȘđŻđđș đ”đąđđŹđŽ đ”đ° đȘđŽ đđȘđ°, đžđ©đ° đąđđŽđ° đ©đąđŽ đŻđ° đŽđ°đ€đȘđąđ đŽđŹđȘđđđŽ, đąđŻđ„ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đ©đŠ đźđŠđ” đđȘđ° đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđđș đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ đ©đŠ đ©đąđ„ đ”đ° đ”đąđđŹ đ”đ° đžđŠđłđŠ đźđ°đŻđŽđ”đŠđłđŽ. đ đ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ'đ” đŠđčđ±đŠđ€đ” đ”đ©đŠđź đ”đ° đ¶đ±đ©đ°đđ„ đą đ±đđŠđąđŽđąđŻđ” đ€đ°đŻđ·đŠđłđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ."
"đđčđ€đ¶đŽđŠ đźđŠ, đ đąđź đąđŻ đŠđčđČđ¶đȘđŽđȘđ”đŠ đ€đ°đŻđ·đŠđłđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻđąđđȘđŽđ”."
"đđȘđ°. đđŽ đźđ¶đ€đ© đąđŽ đžđŠ đđ°đ·đŠ đșđ°đ¶, đșđ°đ¶ đ„đ° đłđŠđąđđȘđ»đŠ đȘđŻđ§đ°đ„đ¶đźđ±đȘđŻđš đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đșđ±đŠđłđ§đȘđčđąđ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ đȘđŽ đŻđ°đ” đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đą đ€đ°đŻđ·đŠđłđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻđąđđȘđŽđ”, đłđȘđšđ©đ”?"
đđȘđ° đ„đȘđ„ đŻđ°đ” đłđŠđŽđ±đ°đŻđ„.
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"Uhm, yeah the weather's fine, I guess?"
How dare they? Shadow is the world's đŁđŠđŽđ” speaker! He'll prove it! "So, what's your favorite word?"
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"--and that's the story of how I turned skydiving off of my dragon into a romantic date!"
"...Four? I think y'all are the most unique people I've ever met..."
"Thank you! I know, we're oh, so fabulous!"
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"đ'đź đŻđ°đ” đŽđ¶đłđŠ đ©đŠ đȘđŻđ”đŠđŻđ„đŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ° đŁđŠ đą đ€đ°đźđ±đđȘđźđŠđŻđ” đąđ§đ”đŠđł đą đŽđ”đ°đłđș đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đąđ”."
"đđąđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đą đ”đłđ¶đŠ đŽđ”đ°đłđș, đđ©đąđ„đ°đž?"
"đđ” đžđąđŽ."
"đđ°đž đ„đ° đșđ°đ¶ đŹđŻđ°đž, đđȘ?"
"đđź."
"...đ đ°đ¶'đłđŠ đŻđ°đ” đšđ°đŻđŻđą đąđŻđŽđžđŠđł đ”đ©đąđ” đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻ đąđłđŠ đșđ°đ¶?"
"đ'đź đŽđ° đŁđŠđ§đ¶đ„đ„đđŠđ„ đąđŽ đ”đ° đ©đ°đž đșđ°đ¶ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș đŹđŻđ°đž đ”đ©đŠ đąđŻđŽđžđŠđł đ”đ©đąđ” đ đŽđȘđźđ±đđș đžđ°đŻ'đ” đ”đŠđđ đșđ°đ¶."
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"Anyway... How far away is that town, now?"
"It ain't too far, now. Only 'bout a ten-minute stroll."
Suddenly, that dark magic filled the air again. Legend was the first to draw his sword. "It is too soon for another portal."
Shadow could feel the magic concentrating in a small clearing in the trees, just like the portals did before. "The magic feels that same as the previous portals. It's condensing over there." Shadow pointed to the clearing the magic was in.
As if on cue, a portal opened and dropped a sleeping young boy onto the grass. The kid looked like a teenager, younger than Hyrule. He had tan skin and very yellow-blond hair. Oddly, he looked kind of like Link did when they were young, before the Four Sword split them. The boy wore a light blue shirt with the design of some weird, probably oceanic creature on the front. His clothes looked like they were designed for a hot-climate, this combined with other details about him, suggested he lived on an island on the ocean.
The portal closed immediately after the boy came out of it, but the magic didn't disperse. It instead moved deeper into the woods in the direction they had initially been going, before condensing, separating, moving even farther in the same direction again, condensing once more, and then finally dispersing. This likely ment that there were three portals total, but they could only see who or what came out of one.
"You could sense where the portal was going to appear?"
"Yeah, I can estimate within ten-centimetres of where the portal is going to appear exactly. Also, if you couldn't feel where the portal was going to appear, then I figure you probably weren't aware, but two more portals appeared even farther down the path we were travelling."
"Huh. That's a pretty useful ability. If you can tell were they're going to appear, could you tell the one that took you was coming?"
"No, the magic was very slowly building up all day since even before we woke up, so it was undetected by us until it was far too late. Not only that, but the concentration was following us so it didn't feel like we were even in it. It's much easier to detect when, A, it's not hiding from us, and B, it's not directly under us."
"Makes sense..."
Scarfy stared at the ocean boy as he layed on the ground. His expression then became that of shock and amazement as he approached the boy. "Tune?"
Time seemed to have notable recognition on his face as well. He followed behind Scarfy as went to wake the kid. Legend, Twilight, and Hyrule just shrugged to each other. It seemed only those two knew this obvious sea-dweller.
Scarfy gently shook the boy, trying to wake him. He slightly opened his eyes before closing them again. "....Five more minutes...."
Scarfy shook him again harder this time. "No, Tune. Wake up."
The kid opened his eyes and looked blearily at Scarfy. "Mm... Captain? ..Wait-- Captain!?" The boy Scarfy referred to as Tune abruptly sat up, clearly much more wake now.
"Hey, Tune." ...'Scarfy' smiled at the boy.
Seriously, how many names does Scarfy have?! Scarfy, Warriors, Wars, Captain, and he might as well be called Big Scarf Man. Alright fine. He đȘđŽ now officially 'Big Scarf Man'. He's gaining another name whether he likes it or not!
"Where are we?" Tune asked Big Scarf Man.
Big Scarf Man looked a bit uncertain. "I'm sorry Tune, I don't exactly know, myself. We are travelling through time and we're currently in a completely different time-period. We're currently in the timeline of a different Link going by the name 'Twilight'."
"Huh. Where is this 'Twilight'?"
Big Scarf Man pointed to the other Links. "The guy there with the wolf pelt is Twilight."
Twilight smiled and waved back. "Howdy!"
Tune looked around and noticed Time standing a decent distance away from the two of them. The kid stared at Time's face for an intense moment. Recognition in his eyes, but not fully there. "Mask?"
"Even after at least two decades of aging, you still recognize me." Time slightly smiled at Tune, fondness of memories from long ago evident on his face.
Big Scarf Man quickly looked at Time, whose apparently also called Mask because why not! "Time?! You're... Mask?"
"I'm surprised Tune could recognize me, but you couldn't, đđąđ±đ”đąđȘđŻ." Time/Mask/WhoCaresAtThisPoint---Shadow's losing his mind---gave a knowing look to Big Scarf Man.
Alright. Shadow can't take this reunion shit anymore. This is too disgustingly heartwarming for Shadow's liking.
Shadow walked up to their little group, with the same demeanor he demonstrated when he first approached the Links. "đđłđŠđŠđ”đȘđŻđšđŽ, sorry to interrupt your little reunion, but we should đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș check out those other two portals. We don't know for certain if they had other Links come out of them, and even if a new Link came out of one of those portals, đźđ°đŻđŽđ”đŠđłđŽ may have come out of the other, so we should at least make sure an unconscious Link isn't being đąđ”đ”đąđ€đŹđŠđ„."
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"đđŠđ©, đ”đ°đ° đźđąđŻđș đŠđźđ°đ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ đ§đ°đł đșđ°đ¶, đđ©đąđ„đ°đž?"
"đđž. đ đ°đ¶ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đđŠđ” đ”đ©đŠđź đ”đąđđŹ đą đŁđȘđ” đźđ°đłđŠ!"
"đđ·đŠđŻ đȘđ§ đ©đŠ đ€đđŠđąđłđđș đŽđ”đ°đ±đ±đŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠđź đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ©đŠ đ„đȘđŽđđȘđŹđŠđŽ đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đšđŠđŻđŠđłđąđ đ©đąđ±đ±đȘđŻđŠđŽđŽ, đ©đŠ đ„đȘđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đą đšđ°đ°đ„ đ±đ°đȘđŻđ”. đđ©đŠ đšđłđ°đ¶đ± đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„ đšđ° đ€đ©đŠđ€đŹ đ°đ¶đ” đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ±đ°đłđ”đąđđŽ đ©đŠ đŽđŠđŻđŽđŠđ„."
"...đđ©đąđ” đžđąđŽ đŽđ°đźđŠđžđ©đąđ” đłđ¶đ„đŠ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©, đđ©đąđ„đŠ. đđ©đŠđș đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŻđąđ”đ¶đłđąđđđș đłđŠđŽđ°đđ·đŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đłđŠđ¶đŻđȘđ°đŻ đŽđ°đ°đŻ đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ©. đ đŹđŻđ°đž đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ¶đ±đŽđŠđ” đȘđ§ đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đŠđđŽđŠ đ€đ¶đ” đ°đ¶đł đłđŠđ¶đŻđȘđ°đŻ đŽđ©đ°đłđ” đŽđ°đ°đŻđŠđł đ”đ©đąđŻ đŻđŠđ€đŠđŽđŽđąđłđș."
Why does Vio always have a point? He always knows how to make Shadow feel guilty for being unnecessarily rude to others.
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"You have a point. Our apologies that we got sidetracked with our reunion. We can catch up later once we've arrived at the town, but for right now we must investigate to see what came out of those portals." Time had his normal serious expression again. Shadow's not sure if this is worse or just as bad. So far, there don't seem to be many positives to this man.
Tune fully got up and got a look at the other heroes. "You're all Links, too?"
"Yeah, we're all heroes by the name of Link! We've been going by nicknames based on our hero titles. I'm the Hero of Hyrule, known as Hyrule!"
Tune seemed to get excited at that. He looked to Big Scarf Man. "Can I get a new nickname, too!?"
"Uh, sure? What do you want to be called, Tune?"
"Wind! The Hero of the Wind!"
"Alright, đđȘđŻđ„." Big Scarf Man patted Tune--now know as Wind---on the the head. The kid seemed too excited to care.
"Alrighty, y'all. So, Four? Y'all said the portals were the direction we were headed?" Twilight inquired while looking at Four. Shadow's gotta say, having a collective name for the five of them is weird, but a welcome change from being called 'Link'.
"Yep. The direction we were already going."
"Let's go then, y'all!"
They then continued back on the path toward the town.
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It wasn't very long before they came across another guy taking a good ol' nap in the middle of the woods in about the location Shadow felt a portal form.
This man had messy, honey-blonde hair and soft facial features. He wore simple, perhaps old-fashioned clothes, but the most notable thing on his person was a giant red bird feather that was attached to his clothing at the hip. He also had an interesting looking sword. Shadow could sense powerful light magic emitting from it, but without any knowledge on the sword itself, Shadow personally found the huge feather more interesting. Funnily enough, he didn't seem like he was knocked out by the portal. It seemed like he was asleep upon his own accord.
"Who wants to wake him?"
All of them looked at each other. Time sighed. "I'll wake him, then."
Time shook the sleeping man, but received no response. After a few more minutes of shaking him at increasing intensity, Time gave up and turned back to the group. "We need a new plan."
"Is this dude even breathing?" Legend joked, but it was obviously an attempt to cover his concern. This guy really wasn't waking up.
Twilight eyed the thicker density of trees nearby. "I've got an idea. I'ma go lookin' for that wolf. I'll be back soon."
Twilight went out into the deeper part of the forest, but Shadow could still feel his magic just out of sight.
"What wolf?" Shadow couldn't help but ask.
"We aren't quite sure. We think it's Twilight's pet or something. It's a strange wolf that somehow follows us no matter what time-period we end up in."
Shadow then felt a minor magic spike in the patch of forest Twilight disappeared to. It felt like Twilight's magic, or at the very least, the magic that coated his body. Soon, the magic intensity lowered to just above Twilight's normal amount of magic, and started coming back to where the Links were. Shadow figured that Twilight found his dog and was bringing it back, but what came out of from behind a tree was not Twilight accompanied by his wolf, but just a wolf. That didn't make any sense though, because Twilight's magic couldn't be sensed in that area of trees anymore? However... now that he looked at it, this wolf had the same markings on its forehead as Twilight does... Twilight doesn't think they're stupid enough to not realize that wolf is clearly him, right?
Legend glanced over to the trees Twilight disappeared in and saw the wolf approaching them. "Oh, hey. The dog's here. You were supposed to come back đžđȘđ”đ© Twilight, not abandon him."
Okay, Legend didn't realize, but certainly someone--
"Aw, doggo! How do you keep losing Twilight!"
Or Hyrule, but--
"Wolf. Do you happen to know what Twilight had in mind? He went deeper into the woods looking for you a moment ago."
...Not even Big Scarf Man? Oh, these people are hopeless.
Wolf Twilight approached the sleeping guy and stopped right beside his face. He then proceeded to howl directly into his ear. The man woke up a bit startled and, reasonably, reached for his sword. Both Time and Wolf Twilight quickly got back out of harm's way.
That's certainly one way to wake up.
After seeing the new Link awake, Wolf Twilight went back into the same area of trees he came from. As soon as he was out of sight, Shadow could feel his magic levels drop that last bit more down to their normal levels. Twilight waited a moment to seem more believable before coming back out of the trees. "Y'all, I couldn't find him, but I heard a howl. Did any of you see him?"
Fine, Twilight, you keep your secrets.
"You just missed him. Your wolf woke up our new friend here."
"Aw, dangnabbit. I keep missin' him."
Sleepy boy was looking around a bit frantically. He still had his sword gripped tight in his hand, but he wasn't swinging it around now that he saw that he wasn't under direct threat. "Who are you? Where am I?!"
And so, the heroes embarked on the treacherous journey of đ”đŠđđđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đžđ°đłđđ„'đŽ đźđ°đŽđ” đŁđ°đłđȘđŻđš đŽđ”đ°đłđș đ đšđđđ€đŁđ đ©đđąđ. It made sense to explain to Four since they didn't know they were going to get more Links less than ten minutes later, but why couldn't they just wait to check the final portal? Shadow does đŻđ°đ” want to hear this story again. At least Wind didn't initially ask for more info and just took Big Scarf Man's initial word on the situation.
Shadow just zoned out and listened to Rainbow talk about random stuff. They also didn't particularly want to hear the explanation again either, but they also didn't seem as irritated about it as Shadow. Not even Blue was very irritated! Must be a hero thing.
Shadow must have zoned out a bit too long though, because when he started paying attention again, the new guy---Sky---had already chosen his name. Apparently, he didn't know of any titles he was called, so Wind suggested the name Sky because he mentioned he lived in the sky, which, sounds unbelievably cool if you ask Shadow. Though, living in the sky is probably way too sunny for his liking.
The group started heading toward the location of last portal. Hopefully this wouldn't take as long as the other two.
However, when they reached the spot Shadow knew the portal had to be in, for he could still feel the magic lingering in the area, there was nobody there. "Stop."
"Huh? Why?"
"This is where the portal appeared."
"...But there's nobody here?"
"Exactly. Now hush while I see if I can sense anyone."
Shadow tried feel out even the subtlest magic in the area. It was a little difficult with all the magic these heroes had on them, especially with Sky's sword, Time's armour, and somehow both Legend and Hyrule's... everything. Hyrule practically felt like he was made of magic, and literally everything on Legend's body was a different kind of magic. Legend even had dark magic polluting his bloodstream like heavy dark magic poisoning. Was he aware of this? Dark magic poisoning this bad almost guarantees mutations. It also felt like Legend is casting a shadow magic spell? Ugh, all these heroes are also đ±đ°đ¶đłđȘđŻđš light magic out of their left hand. Why are they doing that? Rainbow doesn't do that? The Four Sword's magic was also very distracting.
This is way too much magic, Shadow can barely focus on the less obvious stuff. But just when he's about to quit magically searching, he feels it. A subtle buzzing magic in a nearby tree. If this magic is on another Link, then he must basically not have a drop of magic to his name aside from this small amount. He doesn't even have light magic buzzing from him like the others!
Shadow drew the Four Sword and pointed it at the tree. "If you are a person by the name of Link, I request you come down immediately."
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"đ đ°đ¶ đ„đ° đłđŠđąđđȘđ»đŠ đžđŠ đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș đđ°đ°đŹ đ€đłđąđ»đș đłđȘđšđ©đ” đŻđ°đž, đłđȘđšđ©đ”?"
"đđ§ đ€đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠ đžđŠ đđ°đ°đŹ đ€đłđąđ»đș, đžđŠ đđŠđ” đđ©đąđ„đ°đž đŁđŠ đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đȘđźđ±đłđŠđŽđŽđȘđ°đŻ đ°đ§ đ¶đŽ."
"đđŽ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đąđŻđșđ°đŻđŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đłđŠđŠ?"
"đ đžđȘđđ đđąđ¶đšđ© đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đȘđ§ đșđ°đ¶'đłđŠ đžđłđ°đŻđš đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ đšđ¶đș'đŽ đđ°đ€đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ."
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At first, there was no response. Shadow thought for a moment that he might be wrong, but then the buzzing magic intensified slightly, and a quiet mechanical noise could be heard. A second later, to everyone's confusion, a pair of bananas was thrown out of the tree.
"Did he just throw bananas at us?"
Wind approached the tree and hopped excitedly at its base.
"Wind! Get back here! We don't even know if this is another Link! They could be dangerous!"
Wind, completely ignoring Big Scarf Man's order, called up to the stranger in the tree, "Hey! Are you another Link? It's okay! We mean no harm! We're all named Link, too! We can explain more if you come down from that tree?"
Shadow felt more buzzing and more mechanical sounds before a man plopped out of the tree. He was holding a giant claymore of golds and purples out threateningly towards the group. The man had large, visible scars going down along the side of his face, and he wore a light blue tunic about the same colour as Wind's shirt as well as a long cloak that went down to his calves. He was the only man Shadow's ever met who's hair could compare in length to Vio's. It was honestly pretty impressive. The man eyed the group distrustfully. "You're not Yiga, are you?"
"Uh, well we don't know what those are, but we can assure you we mean no harm?"
"There's no reason for aggression. We're all heroes here."
"Time travelling heroes!"
The long-haired man lowered his sword, but didn't put it away. "Elaborate?"
As one might guess, they explained a third time. Black-blooded monsters, time-travelling portals, heroes from across time, blah, blah, blah. At this point, Shadow feels he'd probably be qualified to explain it despite only joining the group around twenty minutes ago.
The, hopefully last, new guy took a moment to process the information before speaking. "So I'll need a nickname, too?"
"Mhm. Based on your hero title if you have one."
"I'm known as the Hero of the Wild and one of the champions?"
"How about 'Wild', then?"
"Works for me."
Shadow, really wanting to go to this town already, sighed. "Can we finally go to the town?"
"Yes, let's go."
"I swear, if any more Links show up, I think I'm going to lose it." For some reason, Legend looked at Four while making this comment. He didn't seem to be talking to them, though.
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Whatever. That sounds like a problem for a future them.
Notes:
đđŠđčđ” đ€đ©đąđ±đ”đŠđł đžđȘđđ đŁđŠ đžđ©đŠđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ”đ°đłđș đłđŠđąđđđș đŹđȘđ€đŹđŽ đ°đ§đ§.
đđŠđ”'đŽ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŽđąđș đ”đ©đąđ” đđ°đ¶đł'đŽ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ©đąđ·đȘđŻđš đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đąđŽ đšđ°đ°đ„ đ°đ§ đą đ”đȘđźđŠ đąđŽ đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đ€đąđŻ đŁđŠ đąđ§đ”đŠđł đ©đąđ·đȘđŻđš đ°đŻđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đąđłđ”đŽ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đłđȘđ±đ±đŠđ„ đ§đłđ°đź đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đŁđ°đ„đș. (đđŠđ§đŠđł đ”đ° đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ§đȘđ€'đŽ đ°đ·đŠđłđąđđ đŽđ¶đźđźđąđłđș đ§đ°đł đ€đ°đŻđ”đŠđčđ”.)
đđŻđșđžđąđș, đ đ©đ°đ±đŠ đŻđŠđčđ” đ€đ©đąđ±đ”đŠđł đ„đ°đŠđŽđŻ'đ” đ”đąđŹđŠ đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đŽđȘđč đźđ°đŻđ”đ©đŽ!
đđđ đ€đ°đźđźđŠđŻđ”đŽ đąđłđŠ đąđ±đ±đłđŠđ€đȘđąđ”đŠđ„, đŠđ·đŠđŻ đȘđ§ đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đȘđźđźđŠđ„đȘđąđ”đŠđđș đłđŠđ±đđș đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠđź.
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