End of Legend of FIVE #2-Legend of FIVE #3

Trevor made sure to walk on Hyrule Field’s paved roads at night. Whenever dusk arrived, he immediately found shelter in the shade of a tree. The darkness of night made him invisible. He preferred it that way, especially after Hyrule’s many changes. The field was far too quiet. When dawn arose, he continued his voyage. Trevor passed Hyrule Castletown on the way to the village. The skies turned grey as he passed by. The moat in front of the city gate dwindled. He felt the receded water in the damp trench, the shallow drink running on its last stretch of existence on the surface. The drawbridge that connected the city to the field had been snapped in two pieces. Trevor thought the separation was for the best. He arrived at Kakariko’s steps some time in the afternoon. Trevor wondered what the village looked like after all these years. When he walked up the two stone flights of stone steps and approached the humble archway, he instantly saw that it was a place for the land’s refugees. The village’s population grew. Tents sat against the tall rocky walls bordering the village square. More people than Trevor remembered dwelled in the space, speaking in hushed tones. The peace that Hyrule lacked made its way here. Nothing was the same. Trevor could see that the escaped citizens of the Castletown made peace with where they now lived. People still honed their craft and trade in the city square. They still spoke with one another like close friends and family, laughing in the afternoon sunlight. Kakariko was a sign of the difficult times. It also looked like a sign of hope. Maybe Malon and Talon were around here somewhere… Why did the owl send me here? Trevor wondered in the depths of his mind. He proceeded into the village, looking around at the people as they went on with their day. Children ran around in the limited space the village square offered. They seemed to be in the midst of playing a game of tag. A boy tapped on girl’s shoulder, then turned his heels to run. The pair frolicked around the square, giggling. No one noticed Trevor. This was completely fine. Trevor continued to look around as he made his way through the village square. He moved past the pitched tents and into the gathering of homesteads he remembered from his childhood. The windmill stood in the background, overlooking the town. To his left was the tall watchtower and beyond that, Death Mountain. Its quiet, grey ring still encircled the peak. It made Trevor think of Jerome—his best friend, the quiet giant of a boy with a gentle smile, a great mind, and a heart brimming with courage. He recalled the way he held fire in his hands, bringing an even bigger grin to his face. It was as if Jerome figured out the wonderful secret of life in those moments and never wanted to let them go…Trevor looked away from the mountain. The village itself reminded Trevor of Sheila. When he looked up at the windmill and the balcony attached to it, he reimagined Sheila seeing Trevor from a distance. She ran down the stairs and hugged him with so much joy in her heart. They had both been lost in Hyrule for days and reuniting helped them realize how important it was to find the rest of their friends. They did find the rest of their friends, eventually. Both Jerome…and Rebecca. Trevor hung his head. He had to find Malon and Talon. Finding them meant making up for everything he failed in. It meant being back in the place he needed to be after so much time and so much difficulty. “Are you lost?” Trevor looked over his shoulder and saw a man with an inquisitive look on his face. He had a brown mop of hair on his pale head. His moustache stretched out over his upper lip like a long twig. He wore a blue shirt and beige pants to go with brown shoes with marigold lace. Trevor wondered if the man became suspicious of this young green eyed stranger that came into town out of nowhere, especially considering he wasn’t exactly Hylian. “Is there anything I can help you with?” the man asked, insisting on knowing Trevor’s business. Trevor figured he might as well take advantage. “I’m looking for someone. Two people I haven’t seen for a long time.” The man raised an eyebrow. “Who might they be? There’s plenty of us here in this town, especially after everything that happened in the Castletown. Don’t think I’m familiar with you.” The man gazed at Trevor, peering closer at him in case he was wrong. “I…came in from out of the land,” said Trevor. “I was sailing the Great Sea.” “The Great Sea,” the man echoed. “You must be out of your mind to think coming back here was wiser than being out at sea. You’d be luckier facing a sea monster than going through the pain we’ve been through here.” “I’ve gone through a little bit of both, honestly.” “And you chose to come back to Hyrule, still?” “I have a…promise to keep. Or something to make good on, I guess.” “Ah, with the people you mentioned. Who are they, lad?” “Malon and Talon. Of Lon Lon Ranch.” The man’s eyes widened in surprise. He ran a finger and thumb across his mustache while blinking both eyes at Trevor. Trevor hoped that wouldn’t be followed by bad news. “Lon Lon Ranch’s owners?” the man said. “Well…if you’re looking for them, I can tell you where Talon is.” The man pointed past Trevor, directing him to a house beside the stairs that led to the gate to Death Mountain. Trevor remembered it; a humble beige house with a red tile roof. Smoke puffed out a stout chimney made from brown brick. “I’ve only seen him, mind you,” said the man. “Not his little lass, though. I guess she wouldn’t be so little anymore though, wouldn’t she? I bet some strapping lad is waiting to marry her…though I heard some rumors about the ranch that weren’t terribly joyful. Maybe you know more than me.” Trevor kept his eyes on the house. “I might.” “Well.” The man clamped his hand on Trevor’s shoulder. “I’ll leave you to it, then. Best of luck to you, lad. Hope you make good on your word, that’s always important.” “Thanks.” Trevor proceeded towards the house. When he reached the door, his fingers clamped around the knob for a good while before he remembered his manners. Upon knocking, the door opened almost instantly. A middle aged woman with big lips and brown hair that puffed out in noticeable curls greeted him. She had a wooden ladle in her hand and narrowed her eyes with suspicion at Trevor. “May I help you?” she asked. “Sorry to bother you,” Trevor said. “I heard Talon of Lon Lon Ranch is here?” “That would be right…” the woman responded cautiously. “And you are?” “Someone who knew him when I was younger. When I was a child. Same with his daughter, Malon. Is she here by any chance?” The woman’s face softened during Trevor’s answer. “I can hear the truth in your voice. You look tired, lad. Need a bite?” Hunger pains arose on cue once he heard the offer. Trevor ran out of food on the road and his body couldn’t stand to ignore its emptiness any longer. “A bite wouldn’t hurt,” Trevor said. “Then come on in…” Trevor stepped in and appreciated the creak of the wooden floor beneath him. In one corner of the room was a stone stove. In its open base, a fire burned a heap of wood that spread a smoky smell around the abode. A ceramic pot’s contents bubbled atop the stove. Steam plumed out and up towards the house’s ceiling. Along the corresponding wall, a table had been set with four seats around it. On the other side of the home was a bed. It had a neatly folded blanket covering the mattress. Atop the mattress was a stout man in blue overalls. His feet were dirty from the ground outside. Audible snores filled the space. Trevor’s vision blurred as he saw the figure on the bed. The woman sighed. “The poor man has gone through hard times,” she said. “He just sleeps all day. We’re all speaking a little louder than we probably should and I can wager he still doesn’t hear us. Poor man…it’s just so sad what happened to him.” Trevor blinked his tears away. “I agree…” After putting down his sack, Trevor walked up to the bed. A stool rested at the foot of it. Trevor picked it up and brought it to the head of the bed. After setting up the stool at bed side, Trevor sat down. He reached out and nudged at the sleeper, knowing just the right way to make him stir. The sleeper grunted. He scratched the back of his neck and mumbled. When the sleeper turned over, Trevor’s eyes continued to water. The dreary man had lids heavy with sleep. His balding hair was tied into a simple ponytail, though the strands looked unkempt and frayed. A shadow covered the man’s face, dominating the mustache that was once slick and groomed. The sleeper was pudgy and hefty but not as jovial as Trevor remembered him. Nonetheless, Trevor knew this was Talon, the former owner of Lon Lon Ranch. When the sleeper’s eyes fluttered open, he looked at Trevor. “Can I help you?” he managed to groan in his drawl. “Not anymore,” Trevor said with a meekness in his voice. “But…maybe it’s my turn, old man. What do you think?” Talon stretched himself out, letting out an audible yawn. “That’d be nice…it’d be even nicer if I knew who you were, young man.” Talon sat up in his bed. He swung his legs off the mattress and brought his feet down to the floor. The boards beneath his feet creaked audibly, like bones trying hard to not break. The movement woke him up a bit more. His eyes widened with a wind of energy, though it was clear he still desired sleep. Trevor almost laughed at how typical the man’s demeanor was. “Are we acquainted with each other?” Talon asked. He leaned in to take a closer look at the young man before him. “I…worked really well for you as a kid. God, I hope I did at least. I chased after cuccos when they turned loose. And one time, I thought you were just not wanting to do your part and it made me feel really upset. I wanted to chew you out, tell you that you were being a bum…and I came up and you weren’t being so much of a bum anymore. You were helping me. You were also training me to see if I could be up to speed with ranch work. It was on that day that you told me you had a hard time working at the ranch because your wife’s death made you want to sleep your troubles away. It made you feel like a bad father to Malon though…so you wanted to pull your weight more.” Talon’s eyes widened with shock. His jaw dropped as he ran a hand down his mouth and chin. After taking a couple deep breaths, he calmed down and simply smirked. His eyes became glossy as well. “And I asked you if you wanted to marry Malon.” Trevor nodded and chuckled. “And I blushed.” Talon let out a laugh. “And I laughed because I was only ribbing you…I was just ribbing you…” Talon gave Trevor the lightest jab ever, the same type of jab he made when the joke was revealed. “I didn’t think it was so funny until you started laughing,” Trevor confessed. Talon shrugged. “My apologies. Why not, if I can ask?” “I thought you were serious.” “Trevor, it will be a long time before I letanyone—even a boy as good and as kind as you—marry my little girl.” Talon put a hand on Trevor’s shoulder and that’s when both of them couldn’t hold back their tears. “But I wouldn’t let anyone hurt my right hand cucco gatherer, either. Trevor…” Trevor’s tears wouldn’t stop pouring out. “God, I missed you.” Trevor and Talon pulled each other into a hug. Trevor allowed himself to cry once again, the same way he did on the Red Lion at the Great Sea. This cry felt even better. On the Red Lion,Trevor had to go away and say goodbye. Here, Trevor was finding out that everyone he said goodbye to may not have been gone after all. This gave him comfort. It gave him more hope than ever before. “I thought I lost you,” Trevor whispered, feeling like he was ten years old again. “I thought I was gone too,” Talon confessed. The two pulled away from each other and composed themselves. Trevor wiped his tears away. “I thought Ingo had you killed,” Trevor said, letting out the fear he felt these past four years. It was wonderful seeing that he was wrong about it. Talon shook his head with astonishment in his eyes. “Believe it or not,” he said. “He let me live. He just…banished me.” “That’s surprising.” Trevor’s hands balled up into fists. “So…he’s still at the ranch? In charge of it?” “Yep, that’s the rumor.” Talon shook his head and closed his eyes. “I’m praying to the goddesses that Malon is still working for him. That’s what else I heard. That would mean my girl is alive.” Trevor’s heart leapt at the mention of Malon. If she was still alive, Trevor could make up for so much. She and Talon were all he had left in this world. This time around, he wouldn’t run away from it—he’d go after protecting them both with his life, no matter the cost. “I’m disappointed in everything that had to happen,” Talon said, his sorrow returning. “Same,” Trevor affirmed. “But it doesn’t have to stay that way. Talon…I can save her. Let me rescue Malon and make everything right. Talon scoffed and shook his head. “You don’t gotta do that, Trevor. Please, just make peace with everything that’s happening.” “Yes I do.” Trevor stood up. “Let me make all of this right, OK? I shouldn’t have run away. You both deserved better. I’m here and I’m not leaving you this time around. Got that?” “Trevor…” Talon hung his head and drummed his big hands on his thighs. “There ain’t much to be done. The ranch isn’t worth losing your well being or life over.” Trevor couldn’t believe what he was hearing—a man letting go of what meant the most to him because of hard times…but then again, did Trevor have a right to be mad at him over it? He just had to remind the man of what was on the line. “Talon,” said Trevor. “What about Malon? What would you give to see her again?” Talon looked up at Trevor, as if something sparked in his spirit. He didn’t have to take too long to give an answer. “My life,” Talon said. “Ten times over.” “I’ll make my rescue count the first time.” Trevor put his hand on Talon’s shoulder once again, the look in his eyes more resolute than ever. “You have my word.” Talon nodded. “I believe you,” Talon said. “And believe in you, pal.” Talon scoffed for a moment, looking as if he got into deep thought. “Be careful…I hope you have an army behind you.” Trevor did have to put that into consideration. What would he be able to do against Ingo if, say, soldiers guarded the ranch? He had a feeling Talon had no clue or inkling what protected his old estate nowadays. He’d been banished for too long to know. Trevor was going to head in that direction blind. Was he willing to take that risk? Before Trevor could think any further about going to Lon Lon Ranch, he heard gasps and cries outside. Hooves galloped hard somewhere outside the humble house by the stairs to Death Mountain. The lady at the stove stood still, grasping her ladle like a child she needed to coddle. Everyone inside the house grew eerily quiet. Trevor slowly approached the door. He kept a hand on his dagger, gripping it at the ready of a possible attack. Though he heard the lady of the house hissing “Hey—please, child, don’t open the door! No!”, Trevor did so anyway. He creaked it open, looking out through the thin secret seam he made. When he looked out, a crowd amassed around the village square. Red-clad warriors sat tall upon the dark backs of their horses, towering over the people. A pit sank deep into Trevor’s gut. He thought back to all those days in the ranch once again, to the day when these same types of men invaded and kicked Talon out. The visions of it all flooded in; Malon clutching her father, Ingo smirking at his deal with the devil, and Trevor’s own face filled with nothing short of fear. Trevor almost closed the door. He left the house despite the protests from behind him. Talon joined in the quiet chorus of people inside the home who didn’t want anything to do with the trouble outside. Trevor didn’t know what possessed him. He just kept walking to the crowd, to the soldiers in red, to the danger. He openly wielded his knife, standing tall as he stomped over. “You’re overdue for payment to the crown of Hyrule,” said one of the red clad soldiers. He was in the center of the circle with his crimson brethren. All three men halted their black stallions and dismounted from steel saddles. The men’s eyes were blank of anything aside from malice. Each red-clad warrior looked around as if to expect a challenge. Trevor stayed just out of sight, keeping himself right outside the circle. When the crowd met them with silence, the red clad soldier who spoke clenched both fists. “Do you dare defy the Great Ganondorf?” he asked, his voice laced with spite. He asked if the quiet crowd committed some sort of mass sin. Trevor looked around and finally saw what the townspeople had gone through for almost a decade; unease, a lack of peace, and fear. Fear of moments like this. Fear of warfare never leaving their doorsteps, or disrupting the moments they had in life where darkness didn’t have to hang over it. Trevor kept the dagger out and low, his arm hanging by his side as he tried to hide the weapon from the soldiers’ sight. The red clad soldier spread his arms out with both palms raised to the sky. “Our King needs servants in the capital city,” the soldier declared. “We’ll make sure to spare you of its horrors. Come to the castle and be of service to the ruler of this land, and future king of all the world. It is his birthright, this nation. This planet is his true throne. Choose your actions carefully. Pay your tax to the great King. Obedience is required.” Trevor took another step towards the soldiers, but he suddenly saw an older man push through the crowd. He was smaller than most people in the village. His ears were pointed, as every Hylian’s was. The man’s snow white hair capped a hunched over body seemingly made of wrinkles and frumpy clothes. His walk was more of a stagger, a gingerly strut that wobbled—trembled even. Trevor caught a small glimpse of the look in his eyes. The tremble came from mere age. Not an ounce of fear sat in the man’s heart. When the man made his way to the center of the circle, the red clad warriors considered him. They gripped the hilts of their silver scythe swords for but a second. The men kept them in place once they saw who challenged them. The leading warrior tilted his head, glaring at the old man before him. “You need to leave our village.” The old man’s voice surprisingly carried. Trevor heard it echo somewhere in the distance. The lead red clad warrior stood still. “You have the nerve?” The old villager raised a finger. Like the rest of him, it shook. Even so, it may have come from a fervent zeal of what he believed in, or a need to chide the ones who invaded his peace. “The people of Hyrule will not bow down to you,” said the old man. “Kakariko belonged to a great tribe of noble souls. We may not be Sheikah as they were, but we’d like to be good imitators. Know that your evil will not be tolerated.” “We are a tribute to all Hyrule.” The lead soldier seemed to sneer beneath his covering. “The Sheikah are dead and the Dark King’s legacy lives on! Anyone who opposes us will be destroyed.” The other two soldiers suddenly grabbed the elderly man by his arms. They dragged him down with ease, unsurprisingly. People gasped when they took out their swords. The men drove down the weapons hilt first, bludgeoning the man out of sheer disrespect. People wept. It didn’t seem as if the man had any family. No one moved forward out of a need to save him, out of a need to stand between him and death. The red clad warrior paced back and forth, glaring down at the old man as he continued to get pummeled. “A stupid old man.” He looked out at the crowd. “Is anyone else going to defend his foolishness?” Trevor made sure his aim was true when the blade flew from his fingers. He didn’t want to hit any innocent bystanders. Everyone stood still. It made it easy for him to strike down one of the soldiers. The blade dug into the spine of the first soldier to hit the old man. It made the warrior drop his weapon altogether and fall. Trevor found himself unarmed. He didn’t seem to care. He surged from the crowd, charging the other red clad warrior. It looked like it would have been the end for him. The other soldier seemed ready. He pulled back his weapon with both hands wrapped around the handle. The soldier swung. Trevor ducked and buried a fist in the warrior’s gut. When the warrior dropped the sword, Trevor was quick to grab it and use it quickly. With quick flits, two of the three soldiers fell. Trevor turned to face the leader. Their eyes met and both were filled with fury. “You should have heeded the warning,” Trevor said through gritted teeth. “It’s time to pay now.” “Death is an unbecoming reward for ‘heroism,’” declared the lead soldier. He suddenly leaned closer to Trevor. He squinted his eyes and peered at him. Then, the soldier’s eyes widened. “Your eyes,” he said. “Green as the field. And the hair brown like the dust beneath my feet. Yes…you’re the whelp from the ranch! The defiant brat. Now you pay for your sins…” Trevor stepped forward, resolute in finding out he was confronting another element of his past. Now he could make him pay for the pay he caused him and the loved ones he had gained. Before Trevor could engage, a sharp pain cut through his shoulder. There were others. They stood on the rooftops of Kakariko like quiet shadows. Trevor didn’t know. He didn’t realize. As he stumbled forward and dropped the scythe sword he confiscated, his heart dropped. Was this suddenly the end. Trevor fought to stay upright. His eyes widened with shock from both the pain and the moment. His vision doubled as he looked at the red clad warrior. He thought of Talon. Malon’s face phased in and out of his dwindling consciousness as the red clad soldier took his sweet time approaching Trevor. He seemed to grin under his turban and veil. “Hubris,” said the warrior. “A flaw of all warriors. You think you have the victory—the way—the ultimate reward. I have your ultimate reward. It is here, in my blade. Your blood will paint the silver soon enough.” The red clad warrior raised the sword high above his head. His eyes grew wild with a pleasure Trevor couldn’t help but feel horrified by. Everyone flashed before his eyes. His friends, his family, Oak Shire and everything he enjoyed about Hyrule. Trevor swore to God he loved Hyrule more than ever, and now he was about to leave it and that was the darkest thought—and now the last thought—of his life. Trevor closed his eyes. Warm liquid seeped from his shoulder. The red clad warrior fell. He groaned and suddenly stumbled onto the ground. His sword collapsed from his hand, hit the grass with empty-sounding clatters. Trevor’s vision suddenly came to for just a moment. When he looked around, he didn’t know what saved him until he saw the green. Along with the green came hints of silver. A new silence swept over the crowd. Trevor knew what that was—fascination. Trevor almost fell as he started to black out. Someone reached out and grabbed him by the elbow. He was eased onto the ground by the kind hand. “I have you,” the voice said. It was a young man. Maybe he was around Trevor’s age or a little older. Trevor didn’t know. He just found himself able to sit and nurse his wound from the arrow that struck his shoulder. Suddenly, noise happened all around Trevor. The crowd scattered. They gasped, witnessing more fighting no doubt. Trevor kept his eyes closed, channeling his energy on staying awake and easing the numbing pain that coursed through him. Metal clashed in the distance. Trevor’s vision started to clear. When he dared to look around, the action around him shot around like bugs in a panic. Everywhere he looked, the fighting proved comparable to lightning. The red clad warriors had a difficult time catching it. Three silhouettes engaged the crimson warriors. They took the men on headstrong, offering no words but rather determined blades and swift tactics. One was a head taller than anyone Trevor had seen these past seven years. He had dark skin and wore a hood over his head. It shaded his face, though Trevor saw his gritted teeth as he buried a fist into the torso of a red clad warrior. The hooded one picked the red clad warrior up and threw him to the ground. He stomped on the warrior’s chest twice. On the second stomp, the red clad warrior went absolutely still. The hooded warrior brushed dust off his mahogany attire. He clenched his fists more and went off to confront more soldiers. In the distance, a slim young woman zig zagged towards a red clad warrior who brandished his scythe sword. The red clad warrior pointed it at the young woman. He looked confident that he’d stick her with the blade, ending her pursuit swiftly. The young woman had other plans. She suddenly pulled out an orb. Trevor wondered what it was until the young woman threw it down. A white flash followed. The red clad warrior grunted, then snarled. A deku nut, Trevor thought. It’d been a long time since he’d seen one. When the white flash faded, the red clad warrior looked around. By the time he found out where the young woman moved, it was too late. She took out her dagger, sliced past him and made a strong enough strike to make the red clad warrior fall. Trevor saw how the young woman looked; she had raven hair tied into a bun. The lower half of her face was masked. She donned grey and violet clothing with sleek, shining boots. When she moved, a strange quiet accompanied her walk. The young woman rushed off, quick to go onto the roof. The flash of green and silver that Trevor saw stood on the rooftops already. He donned an emerald tunic and matching cap. In his right hand was a steel shield. It had colorful imagery etched on the surface. In the left hand, the emerald wearing fighter held a sword. The silver blade gleamed in the sun as it passed over Kakariko as the battle’s greatest onlooker. The emerald clad fighter gripped his sword by its blue hilt. He glared down the red clad warrior on the rooftop, who had his own scythe blade and whirled it around. Come on, Trevor said. Whoever you are, come on… A strange feeling dawned on Trevor. Green, like the fields. This was what the warrior wore. Emerald clothing, while holding a shield, while using a sword to save others…Trevor tried to shake the thought from his mind. Then he saw her. An orb of white blue light floated around the emerald clad fighter’s head. It flitted about, arching back and forth above this young man who seemed to be a companion of sorts—or maybe the light was the emerald fighter’s companion. Trevor tried to remember what he was told, though he spent many days not really thinking about Link. When the red clad warrior lunged, the emerald fighter blocked the strike with his shield. The clash of steel on steel rang across the valley. Trevor’s ears vibrated. The red clad warrior went after the emerald fighter once more, seeking an opening to drive his sword through. The emerald fighter had to back up. He inched towards the edge of the rooftop. He was on the verge of falling. The red clad warrior relentlessly went after his foe, wishing to gain victory. When the red clad warrior swung at the emerald fighter with a horizontal slash meant for the head, the emerald fighter ducked. The blade missed him entirely. As the red clad warrior tried not to fall off the roof, the emerald fighter rolled past the crimson soldier and raised his sword over his head. The blade swiftly cut the red clad warrior. Down to the ground below went both the red clad warrior and his scythe sword. Every other red clad warrior was thwarted as well. They were sprawled through Kakariko village, their garments spread out over their bodies like silk. Silence took over the new scene in the town square. Crowds of people looked on, wondering what would become of the battle they witnessed. Suddenly, one of the people roared from the crowd. Joyful laughter mixed with the primal shout. A chorus of cheers followed the first one. Fists were raised in the air as the townspeople crowded in, filling the village ground easily. Two of the townspeople came over and helped Trevor up. He felt a pair of hands pulling at the arrow lodged in his body. A palm pressed down on the wound as it seemed to gush out. Trevor looked around and saw the village’s people smiling at him. “Our hero!” one of them said. “If it weren’t for that archer, you’d be the only fellow we’d be celebrating on this day!” “Finally,” said another villager. “People are taking back what belongs to them! Good for both us and them!” The praises continued. Trevor looked around for the warriors. He thought that maybe they didn’t want to be seen and instead took their leave. Then, he saw the blue-white light again. It was followed by the image of a youthful young woman with four fluttering wings. She had cerulean eyes that looked like marbles, silver hair, a dress with fringes at the bottom hem and one inquisitive look. Trevor almost teared up. He forgot about Link still being the one she guarded. Navi was someone Trevor missed sorely. If she were bigger than the microscopic size she was born in as a fairy, he’d hug her. Instead, Trevor smirked while favoring his wound. “Tinkerbell,” he said playfully, looking Navi in the eye. He was glad to use the pet name on her again. Navi’s eyes gasped. Her mouth went agape and she rushed over to the three warriors that helped save the village. They were far off in the distance, helping gather the red clad warriors they defeated in battle. When Navi reached the trio, Trevor saw her light rushing up and down. She moved almost as quickly as the warriors did in their battle against the crimson soldiers. The three warriors almost sped up when they followed Navi straight to Trevor. He had to get a closer look. That’s what Trevor told himself. His heart pounded with anticipation as the warriors cut through the crowd and the praisestheyno doubt received. When the group finally approached him and took off the guises that covered their faces, Trevor trembled. Jerome still had his afro. He had small dark whiskers sprouting from his chin. Trevor recognized the kind eyes that looked down at him on the day he and Jerome became friends. He never forgot how this quiet boy stood up to a bully and made sure no one would ever pick on Trevor again. That would always be close to Trevor’s heart. Sheila’s raven hair stood out. She kept it tied in a bun. Her eyes were red and Trevor only knew of one person who had such a trait. Sheila grew quite well, though she looked to be one or two inches shorter than Trevor and far below Jerome’s height. Her mask was off and like Navi, her mouth agape. Tears flowed down Trevor’s cheeks once again as she stared at the duo in front of him. He tried to blink it all away, but couldn’t. Trevor just bowed his head and started crying again. The crowd’s cheers weren’t so loud. His tears spilled onto Kakariko’s grass like morning rain. “Is this real?” Trevor asked. He heard sniffles from Jerome as his best friend answered: “I think it just might be, man.” Emotion filled Sheila’s voice as well: “Trevor…I’m so glad we found you. We—we thought you were gone.” “I did too.” Trevor looked up at his tearful best friends. All three children—although they weren’t children anymore—of Oak Shire cried together. Trevor gathered his old friends into a group hug. The embrace stayed there a while and the rest of the world around them didn’t really matter at all. After a time, the embrace broke. Jerome and Sheila parted like doors, allowing Trevor to see Link. Trevor knew it was him; with the unmistakable green attire, topped with the cap. Navi’s appearance made it all the more clear that this was once the kid that people tasked with saving all of Hyrule. The hero. The land’s supposed savior. Trevor walked up to Link. When the two looked each other in the eye, something flared in Trevor. He pulled back his arm and drove it fist first right into Link’s face.