Remember that hc I wrote about the poes from TOTK? I wrote it as a warm up before I get to all my requests
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Wild was strange. It was no secret to the eight others and certainly nothing he tries to hide at any point in time. Right off the bat everyone knew he was a wildcard, very spontaneous and reckless, yet he still held a sort of noble tone. Some of his actions told the others he must have had some kind of fancy past, one he can remember in body but not in mind. And yet despite every action and strange comment he has made across the last few months of traveling, nothing could have prepared them for this one secret he didn’t know was a secret.
The stars shine brightly this night, all complimented by the crescent moon. A soft breeze blows throughout Kakiriko village this eerie night, rustling the grass and kicking up the occasional leaf. Time leads the chain ahead, as he is familiar with this land. It is his Hyrule, after all. His eyes scan the surrounding town. No one is out, most prefer to sleep at this late time. But he seems set on checking on the graveyard.
“I’ve just got a feeling…” he mutters to the others, not really caring if anyone hears him or not. As the sign for the graveyard comes into view, some of the boys look between each other.
Warriors places a hand on his hip, “What are we doing here?” He asks, looking over to Time.
“I suspect there may be some monsters here we need to take care of.” Is what he responds with, pausing for a second to look over his shoulder at the others, before carrying on without another word. Most of them sigh, exhaustion weighing in on them. But Wild, however, seems intrigued.
“Graveyard, eh? Don’t think I’ve seen any of this caliber, save for the makeshift one in my own Kakiriko.” He casually says, examining the sighs, before pulling out the Purah Pad and snapping a quick photo. “Most graveyards I’ve seen are villages that were ransacked by the calamity, or the occasional mass grave.” With his eyes downcast, he sighs and shrugs it off. “But ey, what can you really do? At least we’re working on it.”
Legend gives Wild a pat on his shoulder and a sad look, but the Champion waves him off. “‘M fine! Just a tad strange to think about is all.” He tells him. And so they continue on.
Entering the graveyard was sort of surreal. An almost ghostly fog surrounds the countless gravestones that decorate the grass. Time glares at seemingly nothing. “They’re here.”
Sky looks at him with a nervous chuckle, “Well that’s not ominous at all.” He scuffs his feet in the dirt for a second, taking a big look around. “Sooooo… Who exactly is here?”
Time pulls out his sword, muttering a single word. “Poes.”
Wild’s ears twitch as he visibly perks up at this, a small smile creeping up on his face. “Poes, you say?” He immediately runs ahead past Time, ignore how he has his sword drawn.
“Wild, wait!-“ but as Time calls out, a Poe comes running towards Wild.
First thing Wild notes is how different it looks from his poes. It looks more disheveled and somewhat angered. Then again, if he were a Poe, he might be angry too, so he won’t judge. Second thing he notes is how it seems to be wanting to attack him. Huh, that’s new. But as the Poe comes charging in and before the others can reach him, a teal glow shoots out of Wild’s chest.
At first it appears to be some kind of orb, but swiftly it seems to grow arms, legs, a head and armor. Along with that comes a sword and a shield. With a swift, experienced swing the ghost knight sends the aggressive Poe tumbling back.
The others stare on in shock as this ghost points its sword at the growling Poe.
“Calm yourself, brother. Anger will solve nothing.” He tells him. Surprisingly, the poe calms down, while still holding it’s angered look.
“What. The fuck?” Wind mutters out, his head cocking to the side as if another view will make this make sense. It doesn’t, it just makes everything sideways.
Time runs up and grabs Wild’s shoulder, about to scold him when the champ brushes him off. “Not now. After.” He says, then begins to walk to the poe.
“I know you’re angry… I’d be angry in your situation too. Your feelings are valid, my ghostly friend. But attacking me will not make you feel better, I promise…” he smiles and reaches out to touch it. “You must be so tired… being a spirit for so long. I can help you rest, friend.”
Now it was the poe’s turn to perk up, looking at Wild excitedly.
“Come with me, buddy. When I get home, I’ll help your spirit rest. You can finally move on. How’s that sound? You up for it?” Wild gives a bright, toothy smile. With his hand outstretched, the chain waits with bated breath, not wanting to anger the poe and cause it to lash out. But, the poe doesn’t.it walks forwards and leans into his hand, and its form vanishes, curling into a blue flame like orb much like the knight was just a few moments ago. The orb floats into his chest, and Wild stretches out before turning to the knight.
“Thank you, friend. If I may ask… who are you?” He asks. And the knight chuckles, taking off his helmet and holding it against his body.
The knight doesn’t need to say a thing, because as soon as his helmet is off, Wild’s ears twitch and his eyebrows raise in surprise. In a swift, muscle memory movement, both of his arms fold behind his back as he straightens his posture.
“Captain!” He calls out, holding back a smile. The captain laughs and ruffles Wild’s hair.
“Ah, buddy, no need for those formalities!” He speaks and wraps an arm around his shoulder, bringing him close. “Just look at you! You’ve gotten so big! And your hair- it’s longer! It’s a good look. You’re all grown up, kid.” He gives a bittersweet smile. “I remember when you were just a tot, runnin’ around your Pa’s leg, asking when you’ll be big enough to hold a real sword. Now look at you!”
Wild can no longer hold back his wide smile as he turns and brings him into a big hug without a word.
“Your dad would be proud of you, buddy.” He whispers as pats his back. They stay that way for a few seconds, before they separate, smiling at each other.
“Thank you.” Is all Wild can force out of his mouth. “I’m sorry you’re stuck here, I’ll let your spirit rest as well next time we’re in the depths. Promise.” He rubs the back of his neck- a nervous tick of his. But the captain smiles at him.
“Don’t be sorry. Seeing you kick monster ass is pretty neat, I don’t regret my time here.” He tells the champ with a light, playful shove. “But, before I return to a true poe, I have something for you.” He hands out the sword he was holding. It looks pitch black to him and the others at this moment, but when Wild grabs it, it takes form into a true sword with a golden and purple hilt. A royal broadsword. Wild brings the spirit into a one armed hug.
“Thank you, thank you! I really needed this!” He laughs a bit.
“Yeah, I noticed.” The spirit responds with a hearty laugh, patting his shoulder. “See ya next time, kiddo.” And just like that, his form curls up into that same orb, and floats back into his chest.
Wild casually turns around and walks back to Time with a wide smile.
“Man, that poe sure was pissed off, eh? Are they always like that?” He asks, before taking in Time’s absolutely flabbergasted state. “…Time?” And when he looks to the others, he sees them all in similar states of shock. “What’s up with you guys?”
Wind runs up, grabbing him by his shoulders and shakes Wild around. “Fucking Farore what the hell was that?! How did you do that? You’re friends with a GHOST? and you DIDN’T TELL ME?” He nearly shouts, and Wild shakes his head.
“That wasn’t a ghost, that was a poe!” He casually responds.
“Not the poe, that ghost knight that showed up!” Wind tells him.
“Yeah… that was a poe.”
“WHAT?!”
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I was in an argument with someone who kept calling my theories baseless and delusional for hours and I'm still mad about it. "Hylia sacrificed her divinity to protect the world as Zelda + the Goddess Statues are not literally Hylia = the obvious conclusion is that Zelda continues to reincarnate and Hylia doesn't exist" is valid because there is nothing that suggests otherwise 😤. The burden of proof shouldn't fall on me because my position is that Hylia never returned to divinity which is supported in-game. They also claimed one of my sources(Hyrule Historia) was bad which... okay but it's official so...
Anyway here's the rest of my argument for why Zelda reincarnates
Sky Zelda is a reincarnation.
Japanese Buddhism heavily influenced the lore.
Multiple characters sharing a name, appearance, role is a common telegraph for reincarnation in Japanese media.
Hyrule Historia includes Zelda in the cycle of rebirth.
Many characters talk about reincarnation so it's safe to assume that this is a commonly held belief, and beliefs are often true in-universe.
The explorer's guide says it's Zelda's eternal destiny to fight Ganon alongside the Hero. There's no reason to say this if Zelda isn't supposed to be the same entity throughout time.
Hylia sacrificed her divinity and nothing ever said she got it back.
The Goddess Statues being separate entities as opposed to being Hylia speaking from the heavens supports this.
HW was heavily supervised by Aonuma and he didn't have any issues with Zelda reincarnating.
Demise's curse doesn't control the concept of reincarnation. This is never stated anywhere. Mentioning Link's Spirit and Zelda's blood when we know those are their identifying traits does not preclude Zelda from reincarnating. It seems clear to me that her blood was mentioned so the audience would know she's the ancestor of the royal family. Demise's speech is also vague on whether he's talking about Link and Zelda or just Link. Regardless his speech is about Link and Zelda being trapped in a cycle of war for eternity, which again, does not preclude them reincarnating if there was no curse. The curse is about them being bound to his hatred, not them reincarnating.
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