Father Time | Legend of Zelda

Chapter 6 - Four's a Crowd

Four's head was pounding. The voices hadn't stopped in days, his counterparts continually chatting away without a care for the fact he would drive himself into madness.

It had been far too long since their last split, but they simply couldn't get away from the group for more than five minutes other than to pee and wash. There was always someone or something happening around him, and while he loved the others, he found himself missing the days when he only had his cap for company. Only one voice to keep track of at any time of the day. Now, there were four voices following his every step, not to mention the eight others constantly around him.

So, while they were all technically him, four can become a crowd after a while.

Which led to his current predicament. Blue was going on and on about something or other, while Red tried to calm him down and Violet fought back just as violently. Green was steadily losing patience as he ran the whetstone along the already sharp edge of the Foursword. He had half a mind to drop what he was doing and disappear into the woods they had set up camp beside. Wild had advised against it, since apparently not a single stream of sunlight was able to penetrate the thick layer of leaves looming above. Wind was convinced it was cursed. Time had sided with Wild and forbade entrance. His fingers danced along the hilt of the Biggoron sword as he said this, and not even Warriors had drummed up the courage to argue.

"I am right, why are you still arguing with me?" Violet sighed exasperated.

"Because you're not right!" Blue shouted back.

"Come on, guys, we can't keep doing this. We need to sleep properly tonight, so can we all please calm-"

Blue shoved his hand into Red's face to shut him up. Red squealed behind the hand and shot a pleading look towards Green.

"I'm busy. You can handle yourself." Green muttered as he continued to sweep the whetstone along the blade.

"Pardon?"

Green blinked. Blue continued to look enraged, but Violet had ceased the fight and was staring into the middle distance.

"Four?"

Green blinked again, and suddenly his senses came rushing back. He looked up at Time and frowned. "What?"

"You said something." Time said, cocking his head to the side questioningly.

"I did?" Green could feel the blood rushing to his face. No, their face. As subtly as he could, he shook his head to refocus his consciousness. He wasn't Green right now, he was Four, and he had a damn job to do. "I- I did, yes." He cleared throat and Violet rolled his eyes. "I was just wondering if any of your weapons needed tending to?"

Time's eyebrow rose slightly, but he slowly shook his head. "No, I believe they're all fine, thank you."

"No problem." Four muttered, turning his attention back to the Foursword.

"Very smooth, Green. Very smooth indeed." Blue drawled, folding his arms tightly and frowning.

Green kept his mouth glued shut.

"Knock it off. You know how hard it is." Violet reprimanded. Red cringed as he felt tensions rising once again.

"I don't see why you don't let me take control more often. I'm a part of Link, too, I have a right to it." Blue's narrowed eyes found Green's

"Because you can't control yourself. We'd fight with Warriors more often than we'd be able to get away with." Violet hit him upside the head and Green suppressed a chuckle.