But it was a trick and the clock struck twelve
Well, make sure to build your heart
Brick by boring brick
Or the wolf's gonna blow it down
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
Well, go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
And we'll bury the castle, bury the castle
Well, you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah, you built up a world of magic
If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah
— “Brick by Boring Brick”, Paramore
Scales and Feathers
So, this was how he would die.
Not by a demon, old age, or even keeping his brothers companions alive.
Just a stupid CLIFF.
Glancing down, Legend spotted a faint line of blue.
In the Island, the suit had worked perfectly, unlike how in reality it always took a moment before saving him. Just another way how he should've known the Island was merely a dream.
That moment's delay would kill him now.
Legend closed his eyes, forcing himself to relax.
It would be over soon.
A voice screaming his name shot Legend's eyes open.
Green, red, blond-
Warriors caught up with him, suddenly blocking Legend's vision with gold-brown.
The general's hands felt like vices on his shirt and he was sure he was gripping just as hard on Warriors' tunic and chainmail.
The weightless feeling of approaching death slowed down.
Legend twisted his neck, spotting the second of the two giant brown-gold things.
Although Legend's head is smashed between Warriors' wing and his head, he can imagine the general's face: eyes constantly moving. Mind whirring to find the best way to escape. Face frozen in a stern scowl.
Despite Warriors' obvious skill with his wings and a massive redirection in the air, they hit the water.
Wars' wings splash and his legs kick, releasing one arm to begin a treading motion.
Legend pushes with the mer-tail, keeping his head high above the water to see the boulders and trees in the way.
They jerk to a stop, ignoring Warriors' cry of pain. While Legend had spotted all things IN the river and had successfully kept the two of them free, he hadn't seen the surprisingly solid tree snagged in the cliff.
Warriors pulls, releasing his other arm to grab the boulder.
Legend pushes against the river, boosting both him and the captain up.
They succeed, gasping and laughing and wheezing as Warriors wraps his free wing around Legend.
The feather-covered limbs are soaked, as are the two of them. This, combined with the magic of the mermaid suit, prevents the tail from forming back into legs.
"So.. Wings, huh?"
"Mermaid tail, Leg. You're... just as strange as I."
They stay perched there for a long time, although it was mostly Legend trying to stay on without legs and Warriors trying to dry the wing not ensnared.
He had nearly finished with the one when thunder rolled and Legend hissed a curse.
"Let's get the other wing free."
"I won't be able to keep grip in the rain." Warriors says, even as he turns toward his stuck-and definitely injured-wing.
"The river should slow down-or at least, get down this mountain. I can get us down a waterfall safely, if one comes."
That gets a chuckle out of Warriors. "I wonder what needed THAT kind of skill."
"Oh, the normal way. A friend make me learn after I saved the country."
A snap and a curse, and Warriors is free.
He flaps his freed wing, checking for the damage and brushing off the water despite himself.
The first drops of rain come, and Legend took a deep breath.
Warriors, now perched dangerously, pulled his wings in, as if he were to be walking around.
Strong hands on his shoulders signal Legend to kick off, going faster and faster down the river as he tries to stay just below the water's surface.
Legend was right. He DID know how to navigate a waterfall.
Through the blindness from getting constantly getting smacked in the face by a drinkable liquid, Warriors admired the blue-orange detail of Legend's tail.
Not that he would tell the veteran. The guy hadn't quite reach the level of getting vocalized personal thoughts just yet.
And he was sure Legend was thinking the same thing.
Silently, Warriors thanked the Hero's Spirit that bound them all together for the ability to communicate without words.
It was quite effective when Legend needed a quick alert on what was ahead, like a freefloating log.
The storm eventually stopped, (long after the waterfall) and with it came the time.
When the river FINALLY calmed to the point of Legend poking his head above it, Warriors indicated the approaching sand.
"We can rest there. When my wings dry I can search for the others from above."
Legend replied when they got onto the shore. "Got experience with that?"
"A vast amount of the war was trivialized by me just flying over the battlefield and torching the place with my rod. It was quite simple to answer SOS calls."
"No wonder you were antsy about anyone leaving your sight when you started caring."
The pair laughed at that.
With a quick tug, Warriors pulled Legend the two inches he needed to revert his tail to legs.
"So that's why you don't like pants."
"No, that's an entirely different story involving dresses with fantastic buffs. The tail appears regardless of pants or not without hiccups."
They fell into silence after that, simply recovering.
"Are you aware your nails hurt?"
"Was I gripping hard enough to get through your tunic?"
Legend nodded, before falling asleep.
Warriors felt himself tip, and decided to tempt fate by sleeping himself.
Wings were quite useful umbrellas, even while waterlogged.