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Part 34

Wild may not remember Flora, but hearing her talk felt so familiar. It felt like listening to long forgotten favorite song. He could fall asleep to her voice. He sat, resting his head on his knee, listening contently as Flora explained her princess duties.

"Sun says every princess has the ability of foresight," said Flora. "When I told her I never had any visions, she said I might not recognize them as visions. That with training they will come in due time."

Wild hummed. "You don't sound so confident."

"It's not like I disbelieve her. But telling me I always had magic is like telling me Santa Clause is real. I would have to see it to believe it."

"I get that," Wild said. "Twilight told me I needed confidence to handle the Master Sword in order to access the power within. He also called it a burden, which I found weird but didn't have the time to elaborate on."

Flora clapped her hands together. "Oh! I know the answer to that! Sun explained. She said every Hero has their own view on the sword. Some see it as a burden, others see it as a blessing. Depending how you feel does affect how it performs. It really hinges on your history of it. Do you feel that strongly about the sword?"

"I don't know," said Wild. He sat up straight and stretched out his arms and back. He let his arms drop and he groaned. "I only held the damn thing once. And while it did help me get out of a dangerous situation, I wish I was given more time time to decide instead of it being forced upon me. I don't regret taking the sword, but I do feel like I was tricked."

"I know that feeling," said a voice from behind them.

Both of them startled. They got to their feet and twirled around to look, Wild immediately throwing up an arm in front of Flora.

The first person was a woman Wild didn't recognize. She had short blonde hair, reaching down only to her ears. Her bangs flopped over her face, obscuring her left eye. The exposed eye was a color Wild has never seen before on a human being: it was bright red, like that of a precious ruby gem.

Wild however did recognize her companion. It was the legendary Hero, Time.

Flora put a gentle hand on Wild's outstretched arm. "It's alright. This is Lullaby and Time. They've been here for a while."

"Hi," said Lullaby, giving a two-finger salute. "Flora, I need to borrow you for a moment. May we go somewhere to talk for a moment?"

Flora blinked. She glanced over to Wild, uncertain. "Uh... does it need to be now? We've been apart for so-"

"It's won't be long."

Flora chewed her lip, then said, "Alright." She turned to Wild. "I'll be right back, I promise."

"I know," said Wild. He watched them walk off, not out of sight but far enough from prying ears and reading lips.

He turned to face Time.

When Twilight had invited Wild to come meet the other Heroes, Wild was secretly giddy and tried to play it cool.

During his days recovering at the hospital, Wild would spend hours watching videos about Time. He's lay in his hospital bed, a tablet resting against his knees, and he would put on a compilation series of Time's best battles. (His favorite one was the fight against a hoard of redeads) A part of him wished Time was at that training session with the other Heroes. Though he didn't know what he would do exactly if he ever faced the man. He was both relieved and disappointed to find Time wasn't there.

According to what Wild had read online, Time never did interviews, skipped royal parties, and only took pictures with young children. The few nosy reporters who had tried to force Time into speaking ended up with a fist to the face. He was not a man to mess with.