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    Wild was tossing and turning in the tree he was sleeping in, and the entire Chain was worried that he might fall out. Even Legend, who normally looked like he doesn't give a fuck about anyone, looked scared. Wild was rather high up anyway. Finally, the suspense was over.

Not that that's a good thing.

Wild did fall out of the tree.

    Thankfully, Time caught him. The downside was that Time collapsed, still holding Wild. Wind and Twilight rushed over to see if they were injured in some way, and as soon as they set a finger on one of the two, they also collapsed on the growing heap of Heroes.

    Hyrule hesitated before walking over, and scanned them over with magic. "I think that they were pulled into Wild's nightmare." He said, a slightly horrified expression creeping into his face. Four walked over first. "Then I guess we should join them." He said, reaching out.

    He joined the others on the pile. Hyrule looked and his mentor and Wars, before shrugging and saying that this was probably the dumbest thing to do, but also what he thinks needs to happen. After he passed out, Legend quickly came over and did the same. If anything happened to Hyrule and he couldn't do anything...

    After arguing in his head for a few seconds, Wars rolled his eyes and came over, succumbing to the odd magic.

...

They woke up in the nightmare, only to see something odd. It was Wild, surrounded by what looked like spirit versions of all of them. Their Zeldas were there too, even Flora. Time was holding a helmet, and seemed to be the one mainly talking to him. They were all colorless, cold and distant, yet chillingly there.

Then they realized that they themselves were almost spirit-like here, not quite physical and were apparently not able to be seen. Only Hyrule heard Legend muttering how it felt like he was a painting again. I am not even going to ask. He thought.

The versions that surrounded Wild were somewhere between singing and chanting. Time realized something about them. "Look, they all have white eyes..." The rest of them quickly saw this also and became a shade of pale none ever thought possible.

The spirits were circling Wild now, telling him how he had no say in who lives, who dies, who tells his story or anyone else's. He looked mortified, and turned to run from the horrific shades of his family. But he only saw behind him a wall of them, blocking his escape. They looked deep into his soul as they chanted again.

Who lives? Who dies? Who tells your story?

Wild spun around, still looking for an escape, while clearly having long realized that there wasn't one. "No! Stop! Please!" He begged. Though the rest of the Chain had barely even heard him speak, and they could tell that this wasn't his normal voice.

It was filled too much with fear.

He couldn't stop listening to the horror of the shades. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Time's shade put on its helmet.

When Wild looked at it, he saw a skull, with one glowing, blood red left eye. He realized that Time was the Hero's Shade, who Twilight had told only Wild and Time about. Time and Twilight exchanged a wordless glance, but they both knew what they had seen.

The shades turned and left him, Flora's included. Wild looked at her and stared to reach out. He didn't want to lose her again. Then he remembered. Shades. That's all they were. He nearly ran, he didn't know if he was going to run to the shades, or away.

Hylia appeared in front of him, a nearly cruel smile on her divine face, removing all beauty and only fear struck Wild. The bottom of her sacred white dress was caked in a blood red substance, which was also coating the bottom of her long, golden hair.

    Dark clouds of it followed her, and as they spread and flowed around her, hovering where each shade had been. They created a vague shape again of where each shade stood, and made where they had walked glow red. Unbeknownst to him, the rest of the Chain watched with paralyzing fear.

"I am not done with you yet, Hero. You are a failure, I cannot believe I ever chose you. You are a loose cannon, a broken man, and a failure. But you will have to do for your next journey." She sneered at him, any small trace of divine grace and beauty thoroughly removed.

History has its eyes on you

Everything disappeared into a golden light, and color came back to his world. He looked up to see the other Heroes coming to around him. He quickly stood up, despite his shaky legs, and realized that he also wasn't in the tree, as he was remembering falling asleep just above where his head now was.

He noticed that Time must have caught him when he fell from the tree. He made a mental note to thank him, silently walked away. He just needed to clear his head. That was all. It was only a nightmare. But was it? His mind would say.

After realizing that he'd been walking for hours, and the sun was now shining high over the horizon, he started to walk back. Only he could be through into a new world and not get lost. Hero of the Wild, right? Some Hero.

He got back to camp soon after, and was nearly tackled by Twilight. "Cub! Why did you leave?" He asked. Everyone seemed concerned about him, slightly even afraid for him. Even narcissistic Wars and I-don't-give-a-fuck Legend. Time's normally calm and collected expression was completely gone.

Four had to separate themselves to that they wouldn't go insane in one body, each wanting to run but fighting the urge. Everything was felt four times stronger when they were joined, so they were genuinely afraid of going insane.

Wind seemed to lose all hyperactivity and was shaking violently. Sky looked pale and was close in having an asthma attack. Scratch that, he just reached for his inhaler. He was having an asthma attack. Twilight looked like he'd seen someone die, or sentenced to death. Or both.

"We saw your dream, we were pulled in." Twilight said in a careful, gentle tone. Wild fell to the ground, and pulled his knees close to his chest. He let himself cry.

After this, the rest of the Chain understood why he didn't like Hylia all that much. Sky had been offended, as was Time, albeit less so. The others all shared a mutual dislike and mild hatred, a group Time was also in.

But whenever they discussed the matter of how she treated them, Wild was silent. His eyes were filled in a dead and hatred that the others never noticed, too caught up in their own discussions. The only time he ever said anything, it was because someone had asked him his opinion.

None even remembered who, just his response. "Hylia hates me. She insults me and rejects me as a Hero. She forced Fi to hurt me on more than one occasion."

No one really took this seriously, whether they didn't believe him, or they didn't want to. Now they truly could see how cruel Hylia had become. How much she had begun to hate the Hero, or at least Wild. But why? What did Wild do?

What happened in his journey?

The Chain became more protective of Wild after the dream, but knew that he would be annoyed if they didn't let him fight. They would let him lead an assault on a monster camp if he volunteered. This was the fasted they would ever clear a camp, and with the least injuries, as Wild would snipe the monsters and bomb the camp when he knew the others were safe.

But only a few weeks later, Wild was pulled back to his Hyrule and away from the Chain. While the Chain was only separated for a few months, Wild spent three years away from them.

The next time they saw him, his Hyrule was destroyed yet again, and he had more scars, more trauma, his Zelda, while a Hylian again, had a more dragon-like appearance, and Wild lost his arm.

He was truly a broken man.

(A/N So can someone tell me if this is angst? I think it is but I don't really know. This is me kinda just being my dark-ish self...)