Playing With Knives- LoZ

scene 67- nightmares

Wild was woken up by being shaken. He opened his eyes and looked up at the person that woke him up. It was Wind. Of course. But he looked... upset.

"Wild? I couldn't sleep. Could I sleep with you?"
"How would that help you sleep?"
"Can I?"
"Sure, I guess."

Wind smiled and climbed into the sleeping bag. He hugged Wild tightly as soon as he got in.
"Why couldn't you sleep?"
"I... had a nightmare. I'm too old to get scared by nightmares."
"You aren't too old for that. Anyone can get scared by a nightmare. What was it about?"

Wind looked at him, tears in his eyes. He glanced at Wild's chest, then back up at his face. He looked away and hugged him tighter.
"I won't make you talk about it if you don't want to."
"No, it's fine. It was about... you..."
"Me? I'm not scary, am I?"
"No. You're fine. You're fine."
Wind hugged him tighter.
"You're fine... right? You're okay. You're not... dead."

Oh. That's what he was talking about.

Wind gripped the back of Wild's shirt. He was trembling a little now.
"I'm sorry..."
Wild patted Wind's back a bit awkwardly, considering the position they were in.
"It's okay. I'm... still here."
Wind buried his head into Wild's chest, silently sobbing.

"Please... don't do it again..."

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Twilight stood in a field. It seemed to go on forever. The grass swayed in the wind, and the sun shined brightly. There was a patch of beautiful blue and white flowers in the distance. He walked over to them, wondering what they were. He crouched down next to them and admired them. He recognized the flowers from Wild's Hyrule. Silent Princesses.

The sky grew dark with clouds blocking the sun. He stood up and looked around, wondering what was going on. Why was the sky suddenly thick with clouds?

Then, he saw it. Someone standing in the distance. He cautiously walked closer. He got close enough to make out who they were.

Wild.
His hair was messy and his bangs were in his face, and his head was limply hanging to the side. His mouth was partly open, and his eyes were dark. His arms were hanging at his sides. He was holding a Silent Princess. A wilted one. And he was standing on a second, also wilted Silent Princess.

Blood.
Blood was seeping through his shirt where his scar was. The one that killed him. Slowly trickling down his left forearm. Staining the area around the left side of his chest. Making it's way down the right side of his neck and onto his shoulder. Dripping from his mouth. Covering his hands.

His eyes.
They were empty and cold. There was no emotion, pain, anything. They looked as if he were dead.

Twilight reached out to touch him, but no mater how far he reached, he couldn't. Then, he vanished. He looked down to see that the grass under him was brown and dead. He looked behind him and saw that the Silent Princesses were wilted. The sky grew darker and darker, until he couldn't see anything anymore. He was floating in complete darkness.

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Twilight opened his eyes and sat up, confused and scared by the dream. It didn't feel like a dream. It felt... real. A little too real.

He looked over at Wild, who was fast asleep. He noticed that Wind was in the sleeping bag with him, and he smiled. Wind must have had another nightmare. Poor kid.

He stood up and walked to the table. He was already awake, so there was no use in trying to get back to sleep. Anyway, the sun was already coming up.

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When Wild woke up, he immediately noticed Wind sleeping peacefully beside him. He smiled, but then he frowned, remembering what had happened last night.

He didn't realize that Wind would still be upset about that. He had just assumed that they didn't care. It was just like any other time he got hurt. He didn't realize that they didn't see it like that.

Now that he thought about it, he realized that Twilight never looked straight at him. Well, he never looked at his chest. He was always looking everywhere but there. And he seemed more tense.
But Wind... he seemed like the same bouncy kid. Just as relaxed. Of course, he wasn't like that when he first came back, but he stopped acting odd after a few days.

Maybe he should ask Twilight about it. He'd probably know.
He looked around and saw him sitting at the table, looking down at something. He carefully stood up, making sure he didn't disturb Wind. He was successful in his efforts.

He walked over to Twilight and saw that he was writing on a piece of paper.
"What are you writing?"
Twilight looked up and smiled.
"A letter to my friend."
"The same friend that was apparently creeping on me?"
"Yup. She lives in a completely different world. Dunno how the postman even sends my letters to her, or how he sends her letters to me."
"Wait, she lives in a different world?"
"Yep. Completely different realm. Twilight Realm."
"Is that what your name comes from?"
"Yeah. It's a big part of my story." Twilight held the letter up. "This looks good." He folded it up and put it in an envelope.

Twilight turned to Wild, who was now sitting beside him. He looked him up and down, an odd look on his face.
Then he gasped and nearly fell off of his seat.
"What the f**k?"
Wild stood up and looked around, confused.
"What?"
He looked back at Twilight, who had stood up and was now blinking repeatedly.
"I- you- what the hell? You- blood- what?"
He shakily pointed at Wild before sitting down and resting his forehead in his hands.

Wild was still extremely confused.
"What was that for?"
"Nothing. It was nothing."
"It was obviously something."
"It-it doesn't matter."
"What was that about me and blood?"
Twilight looked up at him.
"When did you hurt your neck?"
"What? I didn't hurt my neck. As far as I know, I'm not paralyzed."
"No, like... with a weapon. Did you get shot by an arrow?"
"No... what are you talking about?"

Twilight looked down again.
"Nevermind. It's nothing. I'm just seeing things..."