A Hero's Regret [Link x Reader]

A Rekindled Flame

All the heavy burden of guilt, anguish, and regret had taken place within him. World after world, the desperate souls of the past Heroes had formed themselves into memories.

The past.

A past that each one of them would die to change. However, what's done is done.

It'll keep happening in an endless cycle of torture and pain, something that won't be able to part from their fate.

It'll continue on to be the Heroes' regret.

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A hero garbed in blue bolts up from the cement, panting as if he had ran in an endless marathon. Slowly, his mind began to process things. Raising his hand to thread through his soft hair of blonde, he ruffles them in an attempt to calm himself down. Only then, did he took notice of his surroundings. Everything’s a shade of black, blue, and orange. It seems like an enormous shrine of some sort, he doesn't know. There were intricate designs carved onto the walls, and the colours look as if they’re glowing.

When a warm sensation is felt against his cheeks, he lifts up his fingers to touch the surface of his skin.

Tears.

He pulls his hand back in utter disbelief. His eyes of blue kept staring at his hand in sheer bewilderment.

He’s.. crying?

Despite being in a confused state, the soon-to-be-proclaimed hero rises to his feet. Although a bit wobbly, he managed to regain his balance quickly. He looks at himself, silently observing his attire.

How strange..

He’s garbed in a blue tunic—he’s positive that he doesn't own any of the said clothing. If ever, he only had green tunics.

What happened?

He can't remember a thing.

As the hero began to look around, the hollow feeling in his heart grew.

He doesn't know why, but it feels as if his heart is breaking for no apparent reason.

When he stops at a wall, a torch magically lights itself up with a flame—brightening the unknown environment around the boy.

What a strange feeling..

There was something carved into the wall, intricate, as if drawn to retell a story from the old ages. The more he reaches his hand out to the surface of the wall, the heavy feeling suddenly rose, bubbling in the pits of his chest. The wall itself seems to be so.. inviting.

Perhaps it’s the carving?

Once his fingers land upon the chilly exterior of the wall, an unbearable pain entered immediately in his mind. A sharp ringing sound entered his hearing, as if torturing him. It hurts. He doesn't know where, but pain seems to engulf his whole body, he doesn't know where to begin. Voices had resurfaced in chorus with this.

Goddesses, he’s going to get insane!

The poor boy crumples to the ground to his knees, a shaky sob escaping him. The pain is too much.

The voices began to get louder and all were desperate, yet one of them stood out. A voice quite similar to his own.

“Link..”

The mentioned boy snaps his head up upon hearing the voice, was that his.. ancestor?

“Touch the wall.”

It seems like an order. The voice was stern and firm, it made him shook his head. An inch near the wall is enough to give him immense pain, although he doesn't know why—what more if he is to touch it?

“I–I can’t.” Link mutters in a shaky manner, though he refused to admit it, he’s afraid.

“You can.”

As these words enter his hearing, the carvings in the wall begin to glow. Surprising him. His eyes followed the glow slowly as it shone through each carving upon the wall. Such a beautiful carving. As if entranced and captivated by it’s beauty, he unknowingly reached his hand forward despite the pain. The voices in his head had vanished, however, the ringing sound only got louder as his hand neared the wall. Upon contact with it, his vision went completely white.