Playing With Knives- LoZ

scene 19- not fine

He smiled. The smile wasn't true. It was a lie.

He didn't want to ruin anything for them, not again. So he acted happy, even though he wasn't.

He was happy, not sad. Happy, not sad. But he feared that they'd see through his disguise.

He had started keeping a journal in the Sheikah slate. This was the first entry:

I've decided to keep a diary of sorts on this. A journal. I saw Wind writing in a notebook, and I thought that this would be a good idea. It's a way to keep track of myself, I guess. Myself and my feelings.

I've been feeling odd. Sounds vague, I know. Odd as in not happy, but not sad all the time. It's been like this since the I got my last two memories, I think. I just feel... hopeless. Like something bad is going to happen. Not something like the Calamity, but more personal. I'm probably just worrying too much.

Last night, I showed the others some of the stuff that I've found. They liked it. I liked it. It was fun. It's rare that I actually enjoy myself. Partly because I don't really have a chance, but also because it's hard. I can't find much that I actually enjoy. Wind is fun to be around. He reminds me of... something. Or someone. Probably someone. It's that distant kind of remembering. The kind where it seems familiar, but you can't quite put your finger on it. It's a familiar feeling to me.

I've decided that I'm going to pretend that I'm enjoying myself, and maybe that'll make it true. I'm going to do the same with being happy and stuff. Anyways, I don't want the others to worry about me. They have other things to worry about.

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Entry 2:

I'm very confused. I just realized that I also forgot about myself, so I technically don't know me. But it's different from not knowing who my friends were, cuz I can get to know myself, cuz I'm still alive. Anyway, I'll admit that I don't really care as much about myself. Why should I care that much about myself when there's other more important things to be thinking about?

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Entry 3:

Goddesses I'm stupid and clumsy and generally not that good. I accidentally hit Wind with my sword cuz he was a little close to me while I was practicing on a tree. It wasn't his fault, though. It was mine. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, and that's pretty important.

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"Well, I should probably get going. It's been a few days or hours or whatever. Anyway, bye."
Wind waved at him.
"Bye. See ya."

Wild smiled and took out his sword. He stepped back and pushed his sword into the ground.

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He appeared in the Gerudo Highlands.
"Jeez, it's hot here," he muttered to himself. He changed into his Gerudo disguise and headed back to Town.

He heard a noise behind him, and he turned around. He was near the Yiga base, so it was likely that it was a Yiga.

His suspicions were correct. Except it wasn't just one Yiga, it was multiple. At first he only saw two, so he pulled out his sword and held it out. They slowly walked over to him, and when they were right in front of him, something slashed his back. He yelled and turned around, still holding his sword out at the other two.

He looked around quickly to see of there were any others, but he saw none. Then he saw a ton. Well, it was more than he had seen together in one place before, outside of the hideout. There were about five or six of them, and he was surrounded. He couldn't fight all of them. But he couldn't just give up. He had to figure out a way to escape.

He stabbed at one, but it jumped away. He swung at another, but they dodged. He kept swinging and missing, swinging and missing. They kept hitting him, over and over again. They were too close for him to dodge, or he might bump into one of them or something.

He was hanging onto his last bot of strength for dear life. One more hit and he'd be dead. And that one hit came. But he didn't die. He just fell, trying to use his sword for support. One of the Yiga grabbed at it, trying to take it from him. They successfully got hold of it, but not before it was pushed into the ground.

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The Yiga looked up, surprised. What had happened? Where were they?

They stepped back, letting go of the sword. The hero was half-sitting, half-laying on the ground, still clutching his sword.

There were other people in front of them. One of them stood up and took out a sword.
"Who are you?"
The Yiga put up their hands and looked around. Then, they bolted. They didn't want to deal with that many people.

"That's what I thought."
Twilight put his sword away and looked down at Wild, who was now lying flat on the ground, breathing heavily. He crouched down and asked,
"Are you okay? Well, obviously not. What happened?"
Wild said nothing.

He wasn't wearing what he had been when he left. Instead of the usual blue tunic, he was wearing what looked like girl clothes. He didn't judge, though. It probably had something to do with Gerudo Town.

Wild closed his eyes, breathing a but steadier now. He attempted to sit up, but he failed.
"I'm fricking useless... can't even fight off some Yiga..."

One of the others looked up.
"Fight what? Who?"
"Yiga..."
"Oh. Thought I heard something different. Nevermind."

"Ugh..."
Wild groaned. Twilight helped him sit up, putting his hand on his back for support. Wild leaned on him, so he took his hand away. There was blood on it. He looked at Wild's back and saw a long but thin wound.
"Seriously, what happened?"
"I was in... Gerudo Highlands... Yiga attacked me... but I'm fine now."
He looked up at Twilight and smiled before standing up. He did it successfully, but he fell backwards almost immediately. He stumbled back, bumping into Wind. He fell onto his hands and knees, breathing heavily again.

"Wild, be careful! You are not fine, and you shouldn't leave!"
"Zelda's... gonna be worried..."
"I'll use your sword and tell her."
"Fine..."
After saying that, Wild fell onto his side.
"I guess you're right," he breathed. "I'll stay here for a while...."