with you i can reach heaven once again ( sidon x reader )

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The sun was long gone as i walked into the forest, looking for branches and sticks to use for our fire camp. Link was getting all of the things he needed to make us diner out of his bag, like eggs, salt crystals, vegetables etc. After a few minutes, my arms where full of wood and small flames where starting to form. As my friend cracked open some eggs into the pan, i looked up at the stars. Before meeting Link, i was so preocupied by my problems that i never truly apreciated all the little things that made life seem like it was a fairytail. Things such as a beautiful black sky covered in stars. I took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled when Link handed me a plate, he was such a good cook but time to time it was better for me to make us food since he would often try weird mixtures with organs from monsters. And even if the only thing i am the better at is drawing, i knew a few good recepies to be satisfied until the next morning.
I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder, i tilted my head in Link’s direction before he started moving his hands to sign what he wanted to say to me.
-We should go sleep now, i think we will be able to reach Zoras’s domain before lunch.
I nodded and wished him goodnight, layed my body on the ground and closed my eyes. I heard Link do the same not too far away from me and after a few minuts, he was asleep. Unfortunately, even if i was really tired of this long day of walking, i wasn’t able to keep my eyes closed for a long amount of time. I was thinking, thinking about my life before all of this ; the fights with my dad, the weird looks people gave me, the kids who used to bully me…just because of my diference.
My mom is a totaly normal Hylian, but my dad is a Rito. They fell in love with each other as soon as they first met, they then got maried, and they had me and my brother !
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wo races combined in two bodies. We both have wings, but mines where in my back while his are « replacing » his arms, exactly like my father. Hylian bodies and hight, but with a few feathers here and there. My brother’s are similar to those of an eagle, and i had those of an owl !
And yes, i had. A few years had past since this happened, but i still remembered all the details clearly. The horrible things my dad told me on the stroke of anger, the gasp of my sibling as his wing hit my face followed by a very audible sound, and the cries of my mom telling me to come back as i flew out of this place i used to call home, into the rain. I was crying so much that i wasn’t able to see where i was going, and the weather wasn’t helping. But i didn’t care, i wanted to be alone, i didn’t want to see them, i didn’t want to go back.
Thats when i heard it, oh how i remember them : the storms. I was so high in the sky that i could get hit by one anytime, and it didn’t failed. Before i could do anything, a bright light apeared behind me and touched my left wing. An agonizing pain parcoured every inch of my body before everything went dark, i felt myself falling but i couldn’t move. I was going to die, all because of a fight with my dad, and i would never be able to apologise to him.
But the impact never came, insted, i woke up. In a bed that was definitly too soft to be mine, in a room with too much light for my liking ; i was in the little buiding that was used as a hospital in my village. I sat but didn’t took the covers away from my legs, on the wall in front of me was resting a little miror in which i examined the reflection of my weak form. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, same messy hair and tired eyes… i then got the urge to scratch the base of my left wing, so i let my hand go under my shirt and into my back but when i thought i was going to touch my wing, i didn’t felt anything. My eyes widened as my hand pated my back but touched nothing but air, i jumped out of my bed and ran to the miror. I was trambling, this couldn’t be happening, it was just impossible ! I slowly turned my body to the right and screamed at the sight before me. A massive burn like bruise was covering half of my back and a large fresh scar was siting on top of it. A women entered my room in a panic and tried to calm me down, but how could i ? This was even worse than dying. I had just goten my left wing amputated while the right one had lost multiple feathers. Flying was almost vital for me, even more than drawing ! And now i will never be able to ever again. I had trouble breathing and i was screaming and biting at the doctors who where desperatly doing their best to keep me from hurting myself even more. One of them had to inject me a product to make me feel calmer. After a few seconds i was just siting on the floor pressed against my bed, crying my eyes out. They where all giving me sad or understanding looks, and i was forced to accept this cruel reality.

About two years later, while i was reading in my bedroom, i heard hooves hiting the dried dirt of the road next to my window. What sounded like a horse uttered a cry and since they where quite rare where i lived, i picked a curious look outside. As expected a horse was standing there, but as i looked closer, i realised he wasn’t alone. An uncontious boy who seemed to be the same age as me was lying on the back of the animal, blood was pouring from his foreheard and his arm was on the edge of being broken if it stayed in this position. Luckily for me my parents weren’t home, so for the first time in weeks, i rushed out of house to pick up the boy and make sure he was comfortable on the couch of the living room. I took a wet cloth, a basin of water and some alcohol and started to clean up the bruises. And honestly i couldn’t help but wonder where he had got them, it looked like… scratches ? But bigger than those of a cat or something like that, no, more like a… monster.
After i was done cleaning the dried blood, i took the cloath and aplayed the alcohol on it. Though when i started to touch his skin with it, the boy’s eyes flutured open with a little hiss of pain. He looked around him (still lying on the couch) before his eyes met my tired and slightly sad ones. (or at least thats what they looked like according to Link) I asked him to not move too much and that he didn’t need to worry, i just wanted to help him. He smiled and shook his head yes, and thats how i learned that his smile was contagious, and it was nice smiling a bit even for just a short amount of time. It didn’t happen since the morning i woke up in the hospital.
For the rest of the day, the boy named Link stayed on the coutch while we had a really amazing conversation. I asked him questions about what hapenned, where he was going, where he came from. And to my and his surprise, he answered all of them without hesitating, i was aparently really easy to talk to and i looked like someone he could trust. And he was happy to let go of some of the weight on his shoulders. The whole time he used sign language to respond to me and i simply used my voice to ask him more and more about his mission, the things he had seen during his journey, the beatiful places he had visited… and in return i told him all the things that where happening to me at the moment, since i realised he was sending glances at my wing every now and then. He winced and made a really weird face when i told him about the lightning that hit my wing, which made me laugh a bit. But i thought that, he was just so lucky to be free like this. He didn’t had to go threw the look of pity that people where sending me every time i opened the door to retrieve the log, or the mockery of the group of bitches that before all of this used to be jealous of my ability to fly, and not to forget about the fact that the relation with my parents wasn’t getting worse but it was… weird ? Especialy with my dad, like he was ashamed of himself. And i just couldn’t stand all of this anymore.
When he felt a little better, he got up and thanked me for my help before opening the door to go find his horse. But before his foot could touch the last step of the stairs, i yelled :
- Wait !
He stoped himself and looked in my direction, giving me his attention.
- Can i… come with you ?
He didn’t react at first, but he than turned his whole body towards me before he signed,
- I am sorry (y/n), but it’s too dangerous. I understand why you want to but-
- Link, please ! I swear i wont be on your way, i can fight a bit ! I know how to make a few potions and how to cook ! Plus as you can see, i can bandage wounds.
He was about to protest again but he stopped, he was standing still and his brows where furrowed, like he was concentrating. Did he heard something ? Or was something on my face ?
He let out a long sigh before moving his hands,
- Okay, you can come. Go pack a few things and make sure to leave a note for your parents.
I gave him the biggest hug i could before entering my house once again to do my bag and write the note.
After everything was done, i stood in the doorway and glanced inside of my house for the last time in certainly a few weeks before closing the door for good.

And here i am now, one week after i left my house, trying to fall asleep.