7th 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...
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Link stared at his reflection in the Silver Key, his face warping with the curves. As distorted as his reflection was though, he kept seeing more and more differences between himself and the other Links. They all looked the same, just with subtle changes in how they made expressions.
If Red-- or Roger as the others called him-- smiled, he would smile with his whole face. He was an all-or-nothing type of person, who was very blunt about his thoughts on something. Blue, now Barry, would half smile, just the one corner of his mouth tilting upward. He was Roger's opposite, someone much more reserved, but he wasn't serious, just simple. And Purple, or Paul, had a habit of looking at the ground and shaking his head when he smiled, like he agreed something was funny but he'd also think it was annoying. He felt like the only one to act his age... Well, it was hard to decern how old they all were. Technically they were all clones of the boy a hundred years ago, so they were all the same age as he'd been at the time, thirteen. But that was a hundted years ago, so they'd be a hundred. But they also only had memories of awareness lasting mere moments from back then, with much of their time awake being only recently, so really they were only a few days old. Either way Link felt that didn't take away from his line of thought. They felt like people, and somehow that made it all worse.
Link tucked the key back in his pocket, trying to focus more on walking.
A river had been running alongside them for a while now, but it had suddenly split off and now blocked their path. It seemed too wide to jump over, and too rapid to swim through. As with the chasm, they'd have to find some other way across. This time however, there weren't any trees nearby. They'd left the forest too long ago for it to be worth going back to.
"So how are we getting over this, leader?" Roger muttered.
"We could throw you," Paul jabbed. Roger bonked him on the head.
"I don't think grappling hooks are gonna cut it this time," Barry said. "But I think if we stayed mostly in the fork of the river, we could get across."
"How deep is it?" Paul asked.
"About this deep," Link answered, dropping into the water. He jumped into the part of the river they'd been following, where it was calmer before forking off.
"Idiot!" Roger hissed as Link's head went under.
Only a moment later though he resurfaced, one hand still holding on to the ground. "Well the bottom is really deep, but I think Barry's right. If we stick to swimming through the center of the fork we should be able to make it."
"Still," Paul mumbled. "That's a long way to swim. There's nothing we can use to keep us afloat?"
Roger looked around. "... No, doesn't look like it."
"We could use each other?" Barry suggested.
"How does that work?" Roger asked.
"We hold onto each other's arms in a line, and swim through the center, the water would pull is in both directions at the same time, so we wouldn't get swept away."
