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Brave New World

Who: Link (Skyward Sword) and YOU!
What: Newfeather time~
Where: Right smack in the middle of everything.
When: March 5th, midafternoon
Summary: Apparently going to bed is dangerous business and you might wake up somewhere completely random!
Rating: T tops, probably.

The sun glaring on the back of his eyelids wasn't a way that Link particularly enjoyed waking up but he was quite used to it by now. Work had to be done. There was still the rest of the house to build and food to gather and later Ledd was going to help him dig a field so they could grow pumpkins and the like. And of course there was Zelda's answer to look forward to...

Link supposed he shouldn't have sprung his confession on her, but he'd been fit to burst ever since their journey ended and they'd started about the task of getting settled on the surface; he just couldn't keep it to himself anymore! He knew he shouldn't pressure her, not after all she'd been through, but he couldn't help but be anxious.

With a sigh, the hero opened his eyes, expecting to see hasty, rough walls and the sun rudely streaming in on his face but was instead startled into sitting up by the sight of several buildings, strange plants, and people. He let out a cry of surprise and dismay, pushing himself to his feet and whirling around, finding nothing familiar in his surroundings and more worrying, not finding Zelda either.

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"I've never heard of anyone called Demise," Link says with a shake of his head, "But I think Zelda knows a lot more about history. You use the Master Sword too? Who's Fi?"

Hopping to his feet, he hurries to a corner, lifting up an... extremely familiar sword.

"You're from the sky? Then you are certainly from before our time! There are legends about Hylians having descended from the sky, but the history has become vague now."

Zelda's excitement is probably not noticed by Sky when Time takes out the Master Sword.

"Fi!" Link jumped to his feet and crossed the gap between himself and his double in two long strides, but instead of continuing to address the other Link, Sky speaks directly to the sword. "Are you there? Fi!"

He snaps his gaze up to Time, a sudden fierce and knightly expression overtaking his face. "Why isn't she still in the Sealed Grounds? She's supposed to be resting!"

He was talking to the sword? Link glances down at it, bewildered, then almost recoils at the fierceness of his predecessor's expression. "What's the Sealed Grounds?" he asks, perplexed, "It was in the Temple of Time - is Fi someone in the sword?"

"She?" Zelda echoes Link's confusion. Then she recalls an old story. "I see. That makes a great deal of sense, actually. In legends, the Master Sword was referred to as being asleep. Perhaps it still is, even to this day."

She can't imagine that one Link is about to be seriously violent with another, so she doesn't get up to stop the little confrontation.

"She's... still asleep?" The fight goes out of Sky as quickly as it had come and he hovers a hand just above the hilt of the Master Sword, an expression of nostalgia and regret shadowing his face. "I'm sorry, I never thought it would be that hard to absorb him..."

He raises his face to again meet Time's eyes, much calmer and somehow more centered, straight-backed in a posture that unconsciously portrays a man of experience. His next question is not a demand, it's a simple request, but his calm tone belies an undercurrent of strength. "Why do you need to wield the Master Sword?"

Link is gazing at the blade as well - something (or someone) slept in the sword he had been weilding all this time?

He recalled a prickle of company, a sense of not being entirely alone in dark nights. Had that been her?

"There was a man in Hyrule," he starts hesitantly, glancing at Zelda for confirmation, "Who wanted the Triforce. I had to take the Master Sword to stop him." He exhales, then softly admits, "He still got a piece of it, and the Master Sword made me sleep for seven years until I was old enough to use it. I was nearly eleven when I first drew it. But we still stopped him."

If Sky looks closely at Time's hand, he'd be able to see the faint impression of the Triforce, the piece designating Courage just that little bit brighter.

Zelda nods, holding up her hand that held the Triforce of Wisdom within.

"Ganondorf now holds the Triforce of Power. I hold Wisdom, and Link holds Courage. Thankfully, Ganondorf is no longer present in Luceti so we do not have to worry about him trying to unite the Triforce while we are here."

Sheik catches the last of that as he comes in the door, armload of dinner groceries in hand. He pauses there in the doorway, red gaze flicking from one Link, to the other, then to Zelda.

"...This is getting ridiculous."

Link's hand went unconsciously to his own left hand, where the full mark of the Triforce remained like a faded tattoo. He had no piece within him, but had instead been marked after having held and wished upon the completed artifact.

He was about to ask how it had come to be split when the Sheikah enters the room and he blinks with a modicrom of recognition at the coloring and eye insignia.

"You're a Sheikah..."

"Uh huh - that's Sheik. Sheik, this is..." Link laughs a little sheepishly. "Well, I bet you can guess, huh?"

Huh. Had the other Link met Sheikah in his time?

Zelda looks amused as she speaks. "We'll have to start coming up with nicknames for all of you, won't we? Saying 'Link' isn't going to work anymore, there's four of you!"

As far as Zelda is concerned, there's never too much Link. They're all just so cute!

"I am." He peers at the newcomer curiously. He's not like the others. Very few know his people, and those that do, generally regard him with fear and apprehension.

"How do you know my people?"

"Nicknames? Well, I guess if I'll be here a little while that would make things more convenient. I would like to meet the other Links." He glances at the Master Sword as he says this, wondering if maybe one of them has heard of Fi. Or maybe the Sheikah? They're guardians of the Goddess, after all.

"There was one when I'm from, Impa. She guarded Zelda." He brings his hand to his heart. "I'm really grateful to her. She watched over her for a very long time."

He smiles at Sheik with no trace of fear but instead an already placed trust. Knowing the purpose of the Sheikah is to protect Zelda can do that. "I bet you watch over this Zelda, right?"

"Impa?" Link blinks in surprise. "There's one from our time, too... maybe the name keeps getting used. Like 'Link' and 'Zelda'."

Huh. Does that mean other names might get used as well? He can't help but wonder if there's another Saria or Navi - or Sheik - around.

((OOC: I'm off to class, feel free to skip over my Link!))

"It is more than just the names, though. It's almost like we're reborn, or like there's some... I'm not sure. Something that connects us all. All of the Links are individuals, but despite the differences in your lives you all share many similarities, too."

The physical resemblance is uncanny, for one. All the Links seem to be optimistic too, and all of the Links (except the one she knows) seem to share a strong bond with "Zelda". That last part has made her uncomfortable more than once with Bitty Link and Little Link.

Joined by fate is the most likely scenario. Sheik studied the legends of the Hero of Time enough to know that much. Sheik excuses himself to take the dinner groceries to the kitchen, then returns to stand at Zelda's side, a silent affirmation of his position as her guardian.

"It is said that only the Hero can wield the Master Sword. If there is only one hero who can wield it, it seems strange that there are so many of you. So it stands to reason that you are but reincarnations of that first hero."

"I guess that makes sense. I mean, I powered up the blade so it's not like Fi would let just anyone touch her." Actually he can't really follow it at all but if it works for them, then that's fine.

"Oh, so then maybe what I call the surface, you call Hyrule? That's your home, right? If everyone else lives on the surface then.. um.. does that make me the first one?" It would have to, wouldn't it? His Zelda isn't a reincarnation of another Zelda, but the mortal incarnation of a Goddess, so it stands to reason.

...What if he's sitting here speaking to his future children?

...Reincarnation? Link frowns to himself. "I thought that the other Links were my descendents," he starts slowly, chancing a glance at the other Link, "Maybe they're my reincarnations instead... or something."

Absently, he reaches for the blade, brushing his thumb across the crystal. "But I think everyone is from the surface. Where else would they be from?"

"Old legends state that Hylians, the chosen people of the goddesses, descended from the sky. This Link must be from that era," she explains. It's kind of difficult for her to not get excited. Someone from the beginning of Hyrule, sitting right in front of her! She has so many questions!

"I suppose that that would make you the first, wouldn't it?"

Settle down, Zelda. You'll have plenty of time to pick the kid's brains later.

"If that is the case, then you may be the Hero of Time as he was first known to be before he-" a vague gesture toward his own Link. "-laid claim to that title." Maybe, possibly. He certainly looked the part, at least. They could be jumping to conclusions here, but so far, the newcomer's words seem to line up. Sheik frowned, thoughtful.

"Would you try touching the blade?" If he is truly the Hero of those legends from long ago, then the Master Sword should react to him and allow him to wield it.

"Well, I.. I don't know. I mean, we could all be really related, maybe." His attention gets grabbed by Zelda as she speaks immediately after the other Link. "Ah, yeah, I'm from Skyloft. What do you mean Goddesses? I-" He cuts himself off as Sheik begins speaking and remains silent even after the Sheikah suggests he take the Master Sword.

He nearly asks his doppleganger's permission but some petulant little voice inside his head says no, it's his friend, his right, why should he have to ask? But the glance that passes between the heroes is not one of older and younger, but of equals and no words even need spoken.

Link takes the Master Sword carefully in hand as Time offers it up, hilt first, and he feels a surge in his heart at the familiar weight in his right hand. He closes his eyes and just feels the cool metal against his palm, feels the welcoming presence of Fi - real or imagined, he can't tell - sleeping within the sword, silently greeting her master, her friend, from ages past. It may have only been days since he set the sword to rest in the Sealed Temple, but even so...

Carefully, the hero brings the sword up and rests his forehead against the flat of the dimly-glowing blade, whispering quietly. "I've missed you."

There's very mild envy on Link's face as he watches the little exchange - while the Master Sword feels so, so right in his hand, more than any other blade or any other weapon of any type ever has, he's never had this connection that his predecesor appears to have with the blade.

Swallowing, he forces down the very faint hint of jealousy. "You're right-handed, huh?" he observes quietly.

The fact that this Link is right-handed when all the others use their left hand does not escape Zelda's notice. She looks between the two with worry. There was something going on here between them, something she didn't entirely understand.

"Do you feel anything?" Zelda finally asks. If there is someone inside the sword, some type of spirit... maybe he can awaken it.

Sheik watches the exchange with something akin to reverence, and shakes his head when Zelda pipes up.

"There is no doubt the sword recognizes him as its master," just look at that glow. It doesn't usually do that.

Pleased that his guess had been correct, Sheik's all but smiling.

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Sky -> Time -> Zelda -> Sheik?

Works for me!

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