[Animals can think and echoes can be merciless.]
Part 8 of Adventure Log+ (Sequel to Link’s Thought Brambles. I highly recommend reading in order! Edited 9/30/23 to tighten language.)
[Note: A big thank-you to @embyrinitalics for very generous help on horse behavior and resources about it!! 😀]
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“Princess?”
“A moment, Sir Margil.”
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Yeah. I wouldn’t’ve let my sister come if I thought it would be like this.
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No, never before.
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It is odd.
“It won’t do.”
“What won’t, Princess?”
Maybe they were hoping I’d be dead and the Princess vulnerable? Still… they weren’t on our direct path…
“I agree with Link. I cannot abandon people who may be in need of help.”
I mean, the one we usually take to the lab. Nearby, yeah.
“…Yet… we have two sticking points.”
If it was about us, though, they’d have to have been talking to someone from the Yiga clan.
“What points?”
Yeah, I didn’t think they could talk, either. Or understand us.
“One—Purah expects us. If we fail to appear, we’ll cause a panic.”
True, no funeral. Just a glad-you’re-not-dead party.
“Two—you, Chee.”
Maybe the bokos can’t tell the difference.
“I’ll listen to you. I’ll run if I have to.”
I don’t know. You’d think they wouldn’t want to draw too much attention to themselves.
“Indeed. That is, in fact, exactly what I’ll ask you to do—immediately.”
Ahadis would’ve sent a team out to clear the plain-
“Now?!”
-within a day or two-
“Yes.”
-if they attacked the farmers.
“…And not alone.”
…Right?
“Sirs Margil and Beraya, please accompany Chee to the lab.”
“Wh-“ “Princess-“
“My mind is immutable in this. Chee is many times more vulnerable than I am.”
Yeah, I- guess- I don’t know Ahadis that well. Jeralt would. The king would, too.
“…Link’s gonna be upset.” “You’ll have no backup, Princess.”
Yeaaaah, he is kind of, isn’t he?
“Indeed—but I have my bow. The plain is wide, flat, and we know Link is on this side of the further ridge.”
Hah! I kind of figured that’s why he joined the melee.
“I shall see anything coming, and likely eliminate it long before it reaches me.”
“…Link’s still gonna be upset.”
…Sorry, Daile.
“Indeed. But if you ride hard to the lab, you can tell them what’s happened.”
No, I mean, you were just smiling and now you’re not, so… oh s@#$.
“They’ll send help.”
It’s Wenn, isn’t it?
“You’ll be safer, and so will we in the long run.”
You’re good friends, right? And he joined.
“It seems to me as though if you encounter any riders in your direction, you ought to push forward—don’t engage unless you have no choice.”
Well, no, Jeralt said so.
“Yes, Princess.”
It’s one reason he recommended you.
“And Chee—you ride on no matter what.”
That and your skill, which he was obviously right about.
“Y-yeah. Okay.”
No, it IS important.
“On, then. Quickly!”
This… with what’s coming-
“Yes, Princess.” “Yes, Princess!” “Please tell Link I listened?”
-we all need to be…
“I shall. Now, go!”
(Whyyyy did I dig myself into this hole?)
“Hyah!” “Hup, boy.” “Go, Snorts.”
Daile… allies are great, but allies might not be enough.
“Well, Tass. Onward. Hurry!”
We all need to look out for each other. And I did NOT mean to be a dick and insult your friend. I was joking. Badly. About Ahadis. Which… is no excuse. I apologize.
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Nope, my fault. Careless of me.
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I wouldn’t’ve put him on the Princess’ guard if I was holding a grudge. Same goes for Farniha. Haha, and she kneed my fricking groin and backhanded my face. It… hurt. A lot.
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O-oh. Yeah, I’m not surprised. I’m glad they’re following us for now. If the Princess has us turn around to check up north, the horses might lead us right to where they came from.
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Aaaaand Daile’s gone silent.
Goddess dammit Link, you dumbass. He and Wenn must be very good friends for him to have gotten that obviously pissed off or upset or whatever that not-good face on him was.
Do NOT criticize people’s friends.
Not that I did on purpose, but I should've realized about Wenn.
We worked really well together in the fight. Hope I didn’t ruin it.
Link? If you’re going to be a leader and not just a bodyguard, you need to step up your people-reading skills. You can’t be in a meeting or something and rely on Zelda to turn to you and say, ‘Link, you’d better not say anything critical about so-and-so, because other so-and-so is other other so-and-so’s friend and you’ll tick them off, my kind but socially-inept consort.’
…I don’t think she’d say that in public. Especially the ‘consort’ part.
Having the slate read her mind would be so tempting, wouldn’t it? I wonder what she DOES call me in her thoughts. Does she think ‘Sir Knight’ and things like that a lot or is it more like, ‘hmm Link likes it when I call him Sir Knight so I shall do so at every opportunity’?
Next time we’re completely alone, I’m going to ask her.
If I remember.
Which I have not been so great at, lately.
Lots of notions. Not much acting on those notions.
There are too many notions.
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Slow your brain-babbling down, Link. Somehow. Maybe… picture slow-moving things. Like snails! Yes! I can focus on an image of Nails ooooozing his… or… her… way along those nice long dandelion leaves in his little snail-house. That’s slow.
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He’s cute.
How long do snails live?
Oh no. I hope they’re not like flies and things. I don’t want to find him dead in there when we get back to the castle. Zelda probably knows what to expect. She’d’ve warned me, right? She would’ve said something if he could conk any second.
If he does die at some point I’m going to have to catch a new one and put it in there, because if Myrri sees an empty terrarium she’ll be upset, and most likely she’ll yell at me and/or kick me in the shins for killing him.
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Nah. Not after her mom.
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What… what happens if that field Fi saw at the castle really is the Calamity?
If… it’s already here, and just biding its time for some reason?
Is it waiting for some perfect time to strike?
Those copies of the old tapestry show it being in the middle Hyrule field, though, not at the castle. Like, showing up at the dead center of Hyrule. Right at its heart.
That was 10,000 years ago, though. I guess… could it have moved?
It talked to me. It did.
It… HE talked. It sounded like a man.
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No, not a man, exactly. Male. Monstrous. Loud. Like nothing else I’ve ever heard. Like the deepest growl formed into words.
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It talks.
It… thinks.
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I thought, before, it was just like… some sort of… animal. It LOOKS like an animal in the drawings.
Even animals think, though. I bet that fox Mipha saved never went anywhere near that Hinox again, no matter how much it wanted to drink from that pool.
Rionee knows me and loves me and knows how to avoid snakes and thorns… and she knows when I have apples even when they’re hidden from existence in my Korok pouch, because she knows me, and I must have a tell. She knows how to get me to give her chin scratches, and she knows how to get the stablehands to give her treats even if I already gave her some, hehehe. Don’t you, girl?
She knew I needed her to be quiet before attacking those bokoblin riders.
So… even if the Calamity were just an animal, it could think. It could learn.
And it’s NOT just an animal.
It’s smart. HE’s smart. He’s… vengeful. He hates me.
Try to remember, Link. What exactly did it- HE… say?
I am able to assist you in this if you wish, master.
Fi? You can do that?
Yes.
…Yes. Please.
It will be unpleasant.
Yeah… but it might also be important.
Ready yourself, master.
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‘Settling for this psychic amplification… it’s…’
MmMM!
‘…paltry… compared to the suffering I’d like to inflict.’
HHGHH!
‘To see you bound… helpless…’
AAAH- HHH!
‘…while I trace you with my blade… like a lover’s caress… opening you from neck to groin… and removing your organs one at a time.’
NNN-GGHHGHHTTNGG-!
‘I long to see the horror in your eyes… I'd start with your intestines, I think.’
HKKTT- KKTT-
‘Just slice them free at the bottom -and pull them out an inch at a time.’
HHHHGG! HH! HH!
‘…It’s my one regret.’
M-AAAH!
‘You’ll be dead before I emerge.’
PHH- PHHH-
‘I’ll never see your face contort as I rearrange your innards.’
KMPH-
‘I’ll just have to rearrange hers instead.’
MmnNNNNN-! DEAD, YOU’RE DEAD, ASSHOLE! I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE YOU JUST F@#$ED YOURSELF HARD YOU THINK I’LL LET YOU TOUCH HER?!? IF I DIE TODAY I’LL F@$&ING HAUNT YOU AND YOU’LL STILL LOSE!!!
‘Ah hahahaha. There it is. So predictable.’
WOAH! Holy- holy S#@$-
Oh! Daile- yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. It was Fi. She showed me something.
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It was when the Calamity went after me. While I was hurt.
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No, it actually attacked me.
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No, no, it’s not like it’s running around the castle, it went after my thoughts. It was in my head.
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Yeah, it is… creepy.
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No, I couldn’t see it. I heard its- sorry, his- voice, and it made me… hurt.
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We think he was trying to make me strain and bleed faster, among other things.
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You can ask anything you like.
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Oh, no I hadn’t finished talking to her.
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It really is okay-
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Alright. I can talk out loud to her. I know you can’t hear her but at least you’ll know my half.
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No. We’re all in this together.
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Okay.
Fi, that memory- it’s like I was there.
You were there, master.
Yeah, but, I mean it’s like I was there AGAIN just now, actually inside the memory. Living it again.
As I said, I may assist in these endeavors. I experience everything you do when we are connected.
So, do you remember everything perfectly?
Usually, but I may access any of your memories, master, even those which occurred before you reached me.
Wow.
You are correct in your assessment of the Calamity’s intelligence. He is no mere animal. He is extremely intelligent and cunning.
He also hates me. And he hates the Princess even more, doesn’t he? Oh- Daile- I mean the Calamity.
…He does hate you both. He would like little more than to see you both utterly destroyed. The creature you now call Calamity Ganon has had other names. Ganon. Ganondorf. Demise. They are all the same being, once driven by the pursuit of power. Now… I no longer know what drives him. Perhaps it’s the same, or perhaps he simply seeks the death of all who will not serve him. It may even be that he wishes nothing else but the destruction of our world.
…Why?
I’m not certain anyone has ever known the answer to that question. Even he may not.
That memory just before shows he doesn’t just want us dead. He wants us to suffer first. He wants to watch it happen. He doesn’t want us to die right away.
…Yes, master.
But… if he were really HERE here, there’s no way he would’ve let me survive that injury. The only thing he was able to do was scare the crap out of me and amplify the pain I was already feeling. He’s not really here yet. He can’t be, or I’d be dead.
That is logical.
So, it’s more like he has a window he can look at us through. He can’t actually get in the house.
That isn’t a terrible analogy, master.
…Thaaanks. It might not… actually be at the castle, then. It could have nothing but that window to us. Something he’s looking through.
It’s possible.
You don’t sound convinced.
There is not enough evidence to make a determination.
Okay… so… what makes a window?
Master?
If the Calamity has a window to look through, why does it have it? Like, did he make it? Did someone put it there? You yourself said the field around the castle was probably not the Calamity itself, right? That it’s a spell?
A magical field, correct. The field itself is most likely not the Calamity.
Can I ask you how you figure that?
It’s based on my observations of the properties of his previous incarnations. He never emerges identical to his previous form, but he is always recognizable as himself. I did not ‘recognize’ this field.
So you said the field could be for communication.
You said that, master.
But you thought I was right.
I concur with your logic.
Great, so… what if the field is just the window? The Calamity is… somewhere. Maybe not even in Hyrule at all. And the field is what’s letting him see?
And speak.
…Yeah. Like yelling at someone through the window. Not easy, but you can do it.
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Fi?
I am processing.
Processing what?
Information.
…Yeah, I figured that, but-
Please allow me some time, Master. I am sorting various information regarding the Calamity both 10,000 years ago and in this age, including words I have heard spoken in your vicinity. Once that information has been sorted by priority, I will project various scenarios and present probabilities of their likelihood to you.
W- how long will that take?
Longer each time you interrupt, master.
…You’re such a snark.
Like master, like servant.
Y- you’re not my servant-
Interruptions, master.
…Sorry.
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Yeah, she says she’s processing.
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Not sure. She usually doesn’t take long to spit numbers at me. This must be a big lift.
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I have so many questions, Daile, it’s not even funny.
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Oh! Yeah, those sword-beams were pretty cool. I had no idea she could just do that.
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The thing at the melee was different. I had to concentrate on those.
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She says as long as I’m completely healthy, she can just do that.
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I KNOW!!
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Nope. Didn’t know until those bokos today.
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Guess I just have to wait.
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Hphhhhh.
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These poor horses were scared. I can hear that blanket-blue roan grinding her teeth from here.
They look healthy, so the bokoblins didn’t have them long. There’s no way they were wild. They fell right in line with us. I could probably ride one of them bareback since Rionee’s hurt, but it might confuse or spook the others. Not worth it unless Rionee starts to feel tired.
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Your head still feeling alright, Daile?
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I’m glad.
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No, it’s not bad. Just a shallow gash.
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I’ve gotten worse fighting them. One time, a silver snuck up on me in the woods and threw a rock at my head. It got me good. Lucky I didn’t conk out.
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The silver ones are smarter than the others.
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Damn, you never fought a silver before? I’m even more impressed.
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You didn’t get killed. When silvers are involved… most… most people do.
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Granted.
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Yeah. Hateno.
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My father did try to clear them out, but he was here a lot.
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A few times a year.
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He never wanted us at the Castle.
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Don’t know why.
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No, I usually just went after them myself.
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Because they’re evil bastards.
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Moblins show up there, too, but not as many of them. Usually further from the village. They pop up to the west past Ginner and Midla woods.
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As far as I know, no one’s figured it out yet.
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A lynel? No. No, thank Hylia. Not near Hateno. I’ve never even seen one.
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Lizalfos, yes. You?
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Good.
Wow, Link. Daile’s dad’s seen some nasty s@#% you haven’t.
…Daile was a good choice.
I have to officially thank Jeralt for suggesting him.
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There they… are?
“Link--ohhh. Alright, Tass. Ease up.”
Daile, do you-
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No, I don’t.
Did they get attacked too?! Zelda’s riding pretty quick. She’s upright- Rionee, girl, I know you’re hurt but-
She wants to rush. I shouldn’t be surprised. The wound wasn’t so bad.
I think she’s grown attached to Tass. Which… is awfully sweet.
Why is it only Zelda?
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My Goddess. Chee!
No, no. It’s fine. It has to be fine. She’d be at a full gallop, wouldn’t she, if it wasn’t?
…Unless Tass is hurt.
That could be.
He’s too far away to tell for sure. His gait looks normal.
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Yeah, I don’t want to shout. Just in case there’s anything listening. Seems all-clear, but… just in case.
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Tass is so huffy. I think if he was hurt he’d make sure everyone with an eyeline knew it. I’d expect lots of tossing his head around and loud whinnying.
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I agree.
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Almost there.
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She’s not shouting, either.
I feel like if she had bad news, she’d be yelling it at this point.
Fingers crossed.
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“LINK!”
Ah. In that case- “PRINCESS!”
“EVERYONE IS WELL!”
Oh, praise Hylia. Praise…
Maybe I do understand why father wouldn’t want us around. Maybe we’d worry him too much.
Heh. The horses. Nickering. Good.
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…Tass is so rushing here to nuzzle-nose Rionee.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand there it is!
Awww, you guys are so cute with your attention-ears and nibbly-wiggly lips and I’d like to greet Zelda the same way, but I can’t pivot my ears like that-
“Hello, brave sirs.”
That tone! Wish I had the luxury to melt. “Heh. Hi, Princess.” Melting right into her arms. That would be ideal. Can't right now. And... blushing. Cut it out, face. I said stop.
“I’m glad to see you both look only slightly worse for wear.”
“Thanks.” “Thank you, Princess.”
The way she’s looking at me. She was worried.
She still did what I asked, though. Strong, her. I don’t know if I’d’ve had the willpower to stay put.
“I sent the others on to the lab.”
“That… does make sense. That is, if- are we heading north, now?”
“Yes. I do expect Margil or Beraya—perhaps both—to ride back at speed with reinforcements.”
“It’ll be a while.”
“Yes. I’ve been watching the slate.”
Oh. A… lot went through my mind since we split up.
“Will the other horses lead us to their homes?”
“If we turn around, yeah, probably.”
“Let’s do so. I cannot turn my back if my people need help.”
That’s it then. We turn around. We wait. See if they start moving. “We… may not find anyone alive.”
“I know.”
They’re grazing. Makes sense.
"Let's take the chance to rest the horses. They'll need it."
Zelda and Daile dismounting, too. Good.
Everyone gets a breather for a few minutes, at least.
…If anyone bleeds out just minutes before we arrive, I’ll be pissed at myself. But the horses need some time. If they don’t stop soon, I’ll give one a quick whack on the behind and see if it keeps moving. Not the blanket-blue. She’s toothy.
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By the most holy light of Goddess Hylia.
“Wh- what happened here?”
So, Daile’s never seen this either.
Don’t be an ass, Link. So you’re not the only confused one. Who cares?! If Daile knew, you’d have a leg up!
As it is…
As it IS…
What the f#$% is that?!
What’s that sound-
Zelda. The slate. The camera. Of course.
She’s swallowing hard.
“L-Link. Do you have any knowledge of this?”
“No. Fi?”
I am processing. Do you wish me to pause?
For this, yes. Please.
Very well, master. I will comply.
The substance in question is malice.
…Malice?
Yes. I have encountered it in several ages. Do not touch it.
“Fi says it’s called malice. She says not to touch it. What happens if we do?”
It will harm you.
“It’ll hurt us if we do.”
“A name helps little. What IS it, Fi?”
I do not know all of its properties, Princess-
“Sir Daile- here- you may-“
“Thank you, Princess.”
…I can tell you this much—its presence does not necessarily require proximity to the Calamity. I encountered it once with my first Hylian wielder before the First Seal had broken, and at an entirely different subterranean location. The substance in that case had contaminated a once-pure water supply. It may also solidify and become crystalline. Though I have no information on the mechanics, the substance does appear to be linked to reanimation.
“What do you mean reanimation?”
The restoration of a corpse’s ability to move about independently.
“What?”
Forgive me, master. I recognize this information is disturbing. Please approach with extreme caution. Typically with reanimation, destruction of the head is necessary to put the construct down.
“Wh- construct? What-“
Apologies. I refer to the reanimated creature. It no longer lives, master. It is… a reconstructed shell. Nothing more.
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Reconstructed shell.
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“Zelda.”
“Yes.”
“We have to dismount to check the farmhouse… and the barn.”
“Yes.”
“Draw.”
“Yes.”
Her arrow nocked already.
Daile’s went with the bow, too.
You’re on point, Link. Sword.
I… can hear it. That malice stuff. Bubbling, oozing… Like hot mud. The color! Not remotely natural, that. Changing. Purples, pinks… hot-bright, like fired-iron but the color’s all wrong. No blade looks like that when heated.
And it’s moving. The surface just… just… flexing. Like… living, liquid muscle.
Dear Goddess. This reminds me of something.
It reminds me of something, and I don’t even know what it is.
It scares the ever-loving begoddess out of me.
…Grip your sword, Link. Grit your teeth. This was a farm. There could be people in that house. People who need you-
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Someone’s moving, the sound- walking, shuffling, dragging feet, they must be hurt! Speed up, Link- they’re coming out close to that stuff-
HH!!!!!!SCREAMING-
“HH!” “UF-“
SCREAMINGSCREAMINGSCREAMINGSCREAMINGICAN’TMOVE WHYCAN’TIMOVE MYGODDESSWHATTHEF@#$ISTHAT WHATISIT MYGODDESS MOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVELINK! MOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVE OHF@#$IT’SCOMINGCLOSER NONONONONONONONONONONO MOOOOOOOOVELINK!! MOVE MYGODDESSITSDEADITSDEAD WHATEVERITISITSDEADITSDEAD-
Cease, master!
FIFIFIMYGODDESSLOOKATIT
Do not concentrate on the fear!
ITWASAPERSONAPERSONAPERSON
It is amplified! Hear my voice instead!
FIPLEASETELLMEITWASNTAPERSON
Will yourself to move! NOW, master!
M-MOVEMOVE MOVE MOVEMOVE
Will your muscles to!
MOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVE
Persist!
MOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVE- FREE!
Attack, master!
“TELL ME IT WASN’T A PERSON!”
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“FI, FOR F@#$’S SAKE, TELL ME IT WASN’T A PERSON!”
Master, do not delay!
“TELL ME!”
It will close and stun you!
It’s SLOW, Fi, I’m BACKING OFF, now “F@#%ING TELL ME!”
WH-?
An arrow in its eye- two.
It’s on its knees.
The merciful thing is to remove its head, master.
You can’t be-
Three arrows.
Four.
It’s down.
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Not moving.
I don’t- I don’t think it was breathing even before.
Hard breathing. Zelda and Daile. Behind me.
My breath, too.
“Fi. Fi, what-“
“LINK!” “ANOTHER!”
??!?!!!
No screaming this time- no screaming- what- what’s it doing?
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Oh my Goddess.
Goddess. “Zelda-“
“I see it.”
Fi. Fi, in the name of Hylia, please. Please, I’m begging you, tell me those aren’t people.
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Smaller than the first. Slighter. Was the first one a man? Is this a woman?
…A husband and wife?
Fi, why won’t you answer me?
I cannot tell you what you want to hear, master.
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My Goddess.
My Goddess, it’s curling up. Fetal position. Like it’s crying. Mourning.
Mourning the other.
It will not remain this way for long, master.
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The merciful thing is to take its head.
“Link.”
“…Zelda, I- Fi, is there a way to save them?“
There is nothing left to save, master-
“Horses#$@! If there was nothing left, it wouldn’t do that!”
It is an echo, only. It is dead. By slaying this form, you would free its body from imprisonment to another’s will. It is rest. It is mercy.
“I- I don’t know if I believe you.”
Then believe IT, master, for it rises.
Hylia help me, it's SCREAMINGSCREAMINGSCREAMING
DO NOT PANIC!
S@#$ITSTHEEYESORTHESOUND
KEEP PRESENCE OF MIND!
ITSASPELLORACURSE
Magic, yes! You are stronger-
MAYBEBOTH
-will yourself free!
MAYBETHEY’RETHESAMETHING
Move!
CLOSERCLOSERF@#$
Move, master!
F@#$!F@#$!
MOVE!
HOLYHYLIAMYNECKMYNECKPERSERVEUSLIFTUSFROMTHESESANDS
Yes, prayer!
KEEPUSWITHTHEDAWNINTHESELOFTYSKIESMAKEOFUSATEMPLEOFHOPE
Hope!
GODDESSGODDESSGODDESS
IGNORE fear—MOVE!
ISTILLCAN’TMOVEMYNECKMYNECKHYLIAPLEASEPLEASEPRESERVEUSLIFTUSFROMTHESESANDSKEEP
“AaaAAAAAAAAAH!”
Zelda! OFF“AahhH-HHNO NOT HER!" THROUGHITSNECK THROUGHITSNECK“NGH!” S-sweet skies, what-
End it, master!
Blade- right THROUGH- my- my Goddess its eyes are on Zelda and she’s stuck. Stuck. But it can’t move with my sword through its neck.
How is it still alive?
This is un-life, master. End it.
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I can. I can. Yank the sword back. Through its spine.
I can.
Just… Do it, Link.
Come on.
Just do it.
“Mmmh. Hh-hh-“
Slice.
Ribbons.
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“Mmpgh-hh-Link. Link!”
Zelda.
“Link—Link, answer me.”
Zelda.
“Link?”
That’s Zelda.
“Link, stop looking at it.”
Zelda.
“Stop, Link.”
She… she blocked it.
Good, that’s good. I don’t want to look. Not at its… head… hanging… off…. Like that….
Ribbons.
Sinew. The inside. Of a. Windpipe.
A person’s.
The wound, she’s-
She-
Doesn’t she understand?
Doesn’t she know what I just did?
Doesn’t she-
Doesn’t-
m-
“Oh- Link-“
oh- oh, no- “mmMMbkhhhh-“
“Turn away-“
“Hhhhhhuah-“
“It’s- alright, just-“
“hhhhhHHHUAH-“
“Just don’t look-“
“HHH- HHH- HHH-“
“Th-there…”
“Hh-hh… hh-hh… hh… hh… hh…”
“A- alright?”
No. No, not alright.
It’s a good thing I hadn’t eaten anything in a real long time. There’d be a mess. As it is, I just doubled over. Made noise. Not dignified. Not. Not.
Aren’t I supposed to be some kind of hero or something?
She’s rubbing my back.
Daile heavy-breathing.
I’m not the only one massively freaked out.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s dead.”
“I- it’s not that, Zelda.”
“…I know.”
“Fi wouldn’t answer me.”
“I… I assumed not. You asked more than once.”
“It was a person.”
“…It seems so.”
“They were people.”
“…Yes.”
“I killed it.”
.
“I killed a person.”
“No, no, Link- no-“
“Yes. I did.”
The person was already dead, master.
“Shut up, Fi.”
…
“…Link…”
.
Link. You’re an asshole. “…Sorry, Fi.”
…
S$#%.
“Link, had you not stabbed it, it would have attacked me just as it had you.”
“Y-your wound needs tending, sir. Do you have that alcohol?”
Alcohol.
Alcohol. Right. Right- “In the pouch.” Here. Here it is.
Zelda. Unstopping it. Going to really, really hurt, its teeth just ripped my neck open. Lucky it didn’t hit my carotid. Hylian teeth. Not so sharp. It still… feels… like a mess, though… “AAaaAAAH! MMM! MMMGGGH. GGGH-HH. …GH-!”
“I- I shall bind it. A moment…”
The pouch- it lets her use it. Bandages.
She shouldn't. She is. I don't deserve.
“Link, I …shall remind you, my extraordinary knight, that you said you’d have felt no regret killing Vayden in my defense.”
“Th-that- was different.”
“How so?”
“He meant to kill you. His choice. This- this person- these people- they were innocent. Used.”
“…Perhaps. We know little for certain.”
“Seems clear.”
“It seems so, but let’s not jump to conclusions.”
“Fi refused to say it wasn’t a person.”
“…I know. I’m … sorry, Link.”
Bandage… done. I thought Daile- Daile?
.
Oh.
I’m not the only one who feels sick, either.
He just had the presence of mind to go deal with it quietly in a bush.
.
We didn’t even check the barn yet.
No wonder the horses wouldn't approach.
.
What the hell did this?
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[Note: I decided after lots of thinking that there's more than one way to make a ReDead. I also decided the purple stuff in the bottom of the Ancient Cistern is malice, and that evil crystals are solidified malice. I also know why this is happening here even though it didn't (at least explicitly) happen in pre-calamity BotW, but I'm not telling. Spoilers!]
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