Mystic in the Air - Ghirahim x female reader

Chapter Seven: Kikwi in the Treetop

Author's Note: Yo so I started a Legend of Zelda one-shot series that some of y'all might be interested in. If you are, feel free to check it out. I'd love the support! Thank you all for supporting this story as well! Back to the story!

You sit in a large tree, surrounded by a forest that stretches out as far as you can currently see. You're panting. A figure paces back and forth below you, drawing your attention to them. Under the shade of the trees, they're almost completely hidden from view. Suddenly, they stop pacing and look directly up at you. You gasp. The pale-skinned figure slits his eyes and licks his thin, white lips, looking directly at you. You immediately stand up and start rushing through the trees. Below, they give chase, running directly below you. You can see something in the direction you're running. Before you can stop, you leap face first into a barrier made of yellow, black, and deep red rhombuses, causing you to fall to the forest floor. The figure smiles mischievously, rubbing his hands together in delight. With one snap of their fingers, the barrier disappears completely. They slowly walk to you and stand over you, your body between their thin legs. You can see that they're wearing a thin, white leotard. Sunlight seeping between the trees reflects off a red gem attached on a yellow sash around the upper waist. They bend over, sending some of their shiny, white hair into your face. You attempt to move, but something you can't see is holding your legs down. You're forced to keep watching the beast. They open their mouth, extending a long, pointed tongue. Something from the tongue drips on to your cheek. You wipe it off with your hand and look at it. What you expect to be saliva is a sticky, red liquid. You stare back at the figure in shock. Their smiling teeth are stained slightly red. You gasp and extend your hand upwards at them. A bright beam of light emanating from your hand hits the figure right in the face. They tumble backwards, screaming. You stand up and run the opposite direction, leaves crunching beneath your feet. The figure stands up and tumbles forward. Your pace quickens. After a few steps, the figure rights themselves and rushes afterward.

"(Y/n) ..." they call out mischievously.

"Leave me alone!" you scream.

"(Y/n) ..."

"Please, go. I'm begging you!"

"(Y/n)! Wake up!"

You bolt awake, Groose leaning over you. He flinches with surprise at your sudden awakening.

"(Y/n), you only have thirty minutes until you need to report for your mission!" he exclaims.

"Fine," you sigh, slipping out of your sleeping back.

No one ever told you what time it was. Groose leaves the tent, allowing you to change in privacy. Today calls for chainmail and a tunic, not your normal comfy clothes. You walk out of the tent and tie it, then grudgingly walk over to the picnic tables. There's a line to the table where they serve food. You sigh and get into the back. As you approach the front of the line, you see a familiar face.

"Kina, is that you?" you ask.

She turns to you.

"Hey, (y/n)! I was wondering how long it was until I saw you," she replies, smiling.

"B-but how? Why?" you stammer.

"My father decided that I wasn't getting enough excitement by just working at the Lumpy Pumpkin, so he signed me up for a cooking job down here!" she explains.

You nod. She hands you a bowl of some sort of green soup.

"I'll catch up with you later. I need to be focused on my job," she says.

"I understand. See you later!" you reply, turning around and heading towards an empty table.

Kina was one of your childhood best friends. Once you got your loftwing, you would fly to the Lumpy Pumpkin every day you could to help her out with her chores so she could hang out with you. Her father didn't mind the extra help. You smile at the memories and sit down at your table. People around you talk with each other, making a small buzz in the air. You raise your bowl to your mouth. The smell alone makes you gag slightly. You take a slow sip and almost spit it directly back out. It tastes repulsive. From tasting it alone, you can tell that it's a mixture of stamina fruit, which tastes alright by itself, and water. You look around you. Everyone else is eating it without a problem. You sigh, squeeze your nose with your free hand, and gulp it down. Finishing the meal is the best part. Is this what you'll be eating during your days on the surface? Hopefully it'll get better as more expansion happens. A bell rings from the middle of the picnic area, causing everyone to immediately stop talking and turn to the source. A solider with a helmet instead of a cap looks down at a note.