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Tired footsteps walked along the path. The chain had been walking for miles, and still hadn't found anything. They were currently in Twilight's Hyrule, walking through Faron woods on their way to Ordon Village. The sun was setting, and they were trying to get to the village by nightfall.
"Are we almost there yet?" Wind asked, probably for the tenth time in the last hour.
"We're close," Twilight answered from his place at the front of the procession.
The peace only lasted for a moment before another whine rang through the air.
"I'm tired."
"I know."
"Are we almost there yet?"
"No."
Wind looked around, trying to find something to occupy his attention for the last bit of the walk. After a minute of searching and not succeeding, he hung his head and started to drag his feet.
"Where are all the monsters anyway?" He asked.
"Wind, don't jinx i-" Twilight's response was cut off by a shrill cry.
"Oh, there they are," Four said, surprisingly calm. His sword was already unsheathed, and the rest of the group did the same.
Soon, where there once was peace and quiet, there was a raging battle. Multiple bokoblins and a moblin crashed through the forests and fell upon the group of travelers.
Swords were whipped out of their sheaths, shields were retrieved from their rest, and arrows were pulled from their quiver. The numbers were about even, with a bokoblin to each person and a moblin to share.
For some reason though, they weren't making any progress. Hyrule swung, but each time the blade was blocked by his opponent. They were smarter than normal.
"Black blood!"
And that would be why.
The battle continued, cry after cry was heart, and thump after thump rang out as enemies dropped to the ground. There were only five bokos and the moblin left.
Hyrule peered around, looking for injuries. It didn't seem like anyone was hurt badly, mild cuts and bruises, but nothing worse.
While he was distracted however, a stray bokoblin managed to sneak up on him. The offending creature raised his weapon and squealed, prepared to strike.
"Hyrule!" He heard multiple people yell, and instead of alerting him to the danger, they only distracted him more.
Just when he was managing to turn back around, a massive weight crashed down upon him, and he fell to the ground.
He couldn't see, his face pressed into the packed earth. He could, however, hear. And what he was hearing was the voices of his brothers, currently yelling at him.
It felt like an hour, though it was probably only a few seconds before he felt the weight lift off his back. He whirled around, looking for the offending object.
Instead of seeing a enemy, rock or even a big branch however, he only saw a mass of blond, blue and red.
It was Wild, and on top of him, a bokoblin. Dead.
Wild was slowly coming around, blood dripping down his shoulder and a nasty bruise forming smack in the middle of his face.
"Is he okay?" Hyrule heard someone ask, though it was muffled, his own thoughts taking priority whirling around his ears.
"He'll be fine," a strong and steady voice said.
The fog over his eyes cleared, and Hyrule could once again see his surroundings.
He was lying in the mist of a battle field, dead monster carcasses lying about, waiting for some carnivore to carry them off.
He was being supported and checked for injuries by Sky, who's relief showed evident on his face as soon as he saw Hyrule tracking his motions.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly, the concern in his voice matching the crease of his forehead.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," the traveler sighed, "What happened?"
"A boko snuck up behind you. Wild took the hit," Sky answered, looking over at both the savior and the future recipient of a stern lecture.
Hyrule also looked over and saw the now groaning champion being held still by an exhausted and exasperated captain. His face was still sporting an ugly mark, but his shoulder was patched up well enough. The front of his tunic was stained with blood, but it didn't seem to be his.
"Wild, why in the world would you do that?" Hyrule asked, almost a whisper amidst the louder chatter of the rest of the chain.
"You're 'bout ta get 'it. Not hit now," The champion slurred with a loopy smile one his face. It quickly turned into a grimace when Warriors prodded his shoulder.
"Ak! Cut 't out Cap'n!" He whined to the offender, who was now checking his face.
"You stop getting hurt and I'll stop it, got that?" He asked.
Wild pouted, but stopped talking.
Hyrule leaned into Sky, barely listening to the chatter around him. He wished Wild didn't get hurt, but thankful that his brothers were watching out for him.
"Twi! He's trying to destroy my face!"