Off the shore of a smaller island to the east of Hyrule; that is where the Four Sword lay hidden, and where this story begins. It's location was kept far from the kingdom, to ensure that if the seal had broken, Hyrule's people wouldn't suffer the consequences. But this also meant Link was far from home, in a territory unknown to him. As he stood on the cliffs that overlooked the rest of the island-- staring at the forests that covered much of it-- the trees themselves seemed foreign to him.
The Red Link came to stand beside the original, arms crossed. "We're not going to stand around all day. Are we?"
Link shook his head.
"First thing's first," the Purple Link declared, sitting down on the edge of the cliff. The ground below wasn't too far, but it slopped slightly the farther out it went. "Who are we?"
They all looked at him, not sure what he meant.
"This feels different than last time," Purple Link explained. "Like, I remember being there... in the end, when we fought Vaati... but this is like actually being here!" He looked up at the Red and Blue copies of Link. "That's not just me, right?"
Blue looked down at himself, as if wondering how solid he was. "It's not," he agreed. "And not only that, but even though we're here... our original isn't." He looked at Link, the one in green. "You haven't said a word this whole time, but you must have noticed the difference. We're you, but... another you."
Link shook his head.
"This one's mute," Red realized. "I don't think he can talk."
"Is that true?" Blue asked.
Link looked at the shrine behind them. It wasn't too far from where they were. "I can speak."
Blue continued his line of questioning. "How long has it been? When was the Four Sword moved to this shrine? What happened after Vaati was sealed away? What did--?"
"Stop," Link said bluntly. "One hundred years. I don't know. And I don't care."
"Well... anyway," Purple chuckled awkwardly, trying to move things back to his point. "What do we call ourselves? We can't all be Link, but I don't feel like calling myself a color."
"I'm Link," Link said, eyeing a path down the cliff. He started for the forest. "Call yourselves whatever you want."
"It's not like Zelda's dead," Purple muttered.
"Still blames himself anyway," Blue told him.
"We can worry about names later," Red decided. "For now, we should follow."
Purple shrugged, getting to his feet. "Fair enough."
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Unfamiliar territory as it was, Link had grown up hearing stories of the island. He knew of the Great Fairies, and where they resided. If you paid attention, there were signs throughout the forest to point you in the right direction. A carved path here, a bridge there, and sometimes broken pieces of old stonework.
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Four Swords
Fantasy7th installment of the VGNU. As the land of Hyrule fights to reform, an old evil reawakens on an island where it was imprisoned. Secreting themselves away, the Princess of this land and her chosen hero travel to put this evil to rest permanently...