Grey Skies Cloud My Memory

Disclaimer: This is fan fiction. Legend of Zelda is owned by Nintendo. Characters belong to Jojo, the author and artist of the LUAU, I guess? IDK. Enjoy!

         Warriors didn't like this. After successfully escorting Fi to the place they needed to summon Levias, he had received word that the monsters began attacking the Skyloftian house holds. He immediately ran in that direction.

          As he quickly approached the homes, cries of anguish reached his ears. His anger burned with the heat of Volga's fire. How dare they attack innocents! The knight slashed left and right felling enemies while his men rushed in and out of houses evacuating the residents.

        When most of the houses were evacuated, Warriors entered one himself. A Bokoblin turned to greet him at the door filthy weapon raised. With two strikes of his sword, the captain swiftly slayed the monster. The house was eerily silent. He scanned the room for survivors. His stomach flipped at the sight of the crimson stained floor in the left corner.

       Abruptly, small sound alerted him. He whirled around to discover a small boy curled up in the right corner. The child appeared no older than six. He curled tighter at the sound of Warriors footsteps.

      "Hey," he whispered as he crouched next to the boy. "I need to get you out of here to where it's safe."

      The boy slightly raised his head and peered at him through his dirty-blond bangs.

      "Here," Warriors stated as he loosely wrapped his scarf around the child. He carefully scooped him up and sprinted out of the house to the allied keep where the rest of the survivors were. The toddler clung to his neck big blue eyes squeezed shut as the battle raged around them.

       When they had reached the keep, Warriors was surprised to find the kid sleeping. He walked around in the fort, but no one claimed the child. Thus until a big man dressed in an orange robe walked over with his little daughter.

       "Is the lad alright? Where's his mother?" The man asked worriedly.

        Warriors frowned, "She's...gone."

        The man's worried expression morphed into one of sadness.

       "I'll take care of him sir. He's a family friend," he told the captain taking the boy from his arms.

       Warriors nodded and wrapped his scarf around his neck. As he turned to leave, he faintly heard the man whisper to the child.

       "I'm so sorry, Link..."

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        Something felt off to Warriors this cold morning. He couldn't quite place it. Wind was animatedly sharing tales of adventure with Twilight and Hyrule. Legend was conversing with Four about blacksmithing. Time was watching Wild cook and Sky, who was most likely daydreaming, was watching the grey clouds roll by. Everything seemed normal, but the atmosphere felt kind of dreary.

       Warriors shuddered and tightened the blue scarf around his neck. It was probably just him.

       As the day dragged on, the feeling intensified. Warriors clenched and unclenched his hands. He felt as if something was missing. As if the sun had been veiled and the flowers and plants lost their vibrance. The feeling nestled in his gut and refused to leave.

      "You alright War?" Twilight questioned concern lacing his tone. "You look a little out of it."

       Warriors rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm fine, Twi. I just have a weird feeling is all."