Though history (Link x reader)

All my fault

Italic means you

Underline means Damien

Bold is both

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(link's P.O.V)

I felt (Y/n) grab my hand. I looked up at her and everything disappeared expect us. Then the ground appeared, but we weren't in the room. I looked into her eyes as she just stared at me. We were now in a field of some short. (Y/n) looked to the side as did I. There were two kids, around four or five years old, running around int eh field, laughing. It was (y/n) and Damien.
Unlike the Damien I saw, he had (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. They both were hand-in-hand, running though the field while laughing. Two birds flew into the air, flying happily together. The two kids stopped and looked at the birds with smiles. Damien looked to (Y/n) with a frown. His eyes were filled with worry," (y/n)..."

"Yeah bro?" (Y/n) looked away from the birds at Damien, a smile still painted on her lips.

"We'll always be together, r-right?" He asked, looking his sister int he eyes. (Y/n) giggled and spun him around, spinning in circles.

"Oh course silly~" She chirped as they both laughed. They stopped spinning as Damien looked to (Y/n) with a smile.

"Promise?" he held out a pinky as (y/n) giggled and wrapped her pinky around his.

"Promise."

I smiled and looked to (y/n). She too had a smile. The ground began to disappear as we were now in a hall way of some castle. (Y/n) let go of my hand and walked down the hall way. I followed slowly as we walked into a door way. Sobs filled the room as Damien brushed past both of us, going right though us. This time, he was about seven years old. He ran down the hall, tears in his eyes," NO IT WON'T!"

I followed (y/n) down the hall to were the young Damien went. We entered the room to see Damien crying on his bed, his knees to his chest. Little (Y/n) peeked into the room, walkign over to him. She sat next to him, a sad look in her eyes. 

"What's wrong?" She questioned as Damien looked up at her, tears filling his eyes.

"(y/n)...t-tell me the t-t-truth...is mother and f-father leaving u-us?" He asked, looking up at his sister. She gasped slightly shaking her head.

"N-No...their not Damien-"

"Their sick (y/n)! Their dying! Both of them! Their not going to make it! We'll be alone!" He yelled, hiding his face in his knees and sobbing. (Y/n) stared at him, shocked. She sighed and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Damien...we won't be alone...even...e-even if mother and father leave...we'll...we'll have each other okay?" She smiled slightly as Damien looked up, whipping the tears form his eyes.

"Y-Yeah...we w-will..." He smiled as did (y/n).

I frowned as the place disappeared again, leaving us in a Castle garden. I looked to (y/n) as she looked away. I then looked ahead to see lots of people surrounding a grave. In the front of them all, was (Y/n). She wore a black dress like all the others. She held flowers in her hands as she cried. I looked up, reading the huge grave.

R.I.P the beloved king and Queen or the hidden kingdom

I frowned and looked to (Y/n). She stared at her self, her eyes dull. I looked back at little (Y/n). Everyone stayed quite, staring at the ground. Little (y/n) looked up to a wind of the Castle. I followed her glaze to see Damien sitting in the window, staring down at the funeral. His eyes were clouded as he watched them all. I looked to my (Y/n) as she took my hand again, the world beneath us disappearing.