Wilting Light (Vaati x reader)

Mythical

The evil sorcerer stayed within his prison for many thousands of years. One day the seal on him began to weaken, and it eventually broke. The sorcerer went on a rampage, taking every beautiful maiden in Hyrule, one by one, including the princess, whom he made his bride.

Yet another hero took the legendary sword in his hand, and was split into four. The four heroes made the perilous journey across the land, vanquishing monsters along the way, to the sorcerer's palace of winds.

Together, the four heroes annihilated the sorcerer, and the princess was returned home. The sword was laid to rest once more.

Your parents, actually, were not the ones who told you this legend. They didn't even know about it. The one who told you this was your friend's mother, who had explained the story to you one boring night, when your friend had to do homework on one of your visits (every visit, fortunately, lasted a few days since she lived on a separate island). You had forgotten most of the story over the years, but you knew you would never completely forget it.

One of the reasons was because her face was one that was difficult to forget. In fact, it was etched in your mind, possibly there to stay for a long time. Your friend was a tall girl with sparkling blue eyes and dark, tanned skin that came from years from being in the sun. Strangely enough, she had bright blonde hair that was soft and easy to work with (as a result, she often kept a part of it curled on the top of her head). It had been at least four years since you last saw her, but something about her left vivid memories that were impossible to forget, no matter how hard you tried. Perhaps it was her unique, bubbly personality, or the way she treated you like a long-lost sister. You smiled to yourself every time you thought of her.

The last time you went to visit, she told the story of the wind sorcerer to her small group of friends that lived on the island, who were curious and rowdy men that acted like children, and only settled down to hear the tale of the hero vanquishing the wind sorcerer. You had been there, setting the beds for you and her to sleep on. As soon as she started, it had been difficult to focus on the task you had set for yourself. She had told the story in the same way you would recall a recent memory. She gave details, such as the princess, Zelda, being turned to stone by a curse, the Picori being a mere myth to the people and only the royal family knowing that they were real, and she even described the beastly form that the sorcerer took when he escaped; an eyeball, she said, a horrifying, huge, demonic eyeball. She had even given him a name...

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"Get up!"

You forced your heavy eyelids apart at the sound of the voice, and resisted the urge to close them once more. You began blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the glaring light, and Vaati stopped shaking you. You were in the engine room, snuggled in a corner against a wall. Faintly, you remembered saying that you were going to take a nap. You merely stared into blank space, trying to keep your eyes open still.

Vaati grabbed your shoulder once more and gave you a good jerk to make sure you weren't trying to doze off again. "Wake up." You pushed yourself up, then yawned and stretched thoroughly before slumping your shoulders. Vaati continued to squat in front of you, ready should you fall asleep again. At last, you stood up, stretching once more. Quietly, you heard your back emit a small pop.

"Did you see any islands or anything?" you asked, your voice showing how tired you were. Your feet ached horribly from being stood on all day for several days at a time.

Vaati glanced at the stairs that took you to the deck, obviously trying to think. "No." He looked back towards you. "But I have been trying to wake you for over a half hour. With this boat's speed, we could have easily come near one." You huffed and went to climb the stairs to the deck, defying your pained feet's pleads for you to sit down. And, indeed, just as Vaati had suggested, there was a large island in the distance. You almost instantly recognized it. As a child, you would cheer every time you saw this island. Castle Island, it was called, named that for its location, which was rumored to be near the lost Hyrule Castle (you thought it ridiculous). A mere year ago, you had heard about the castle that had given it's name.