Summary: It's been two months since Vaati's defeat and all Link wants is to have another adventure and see his friends again. He soon gets his wish when a new evil, much stronger than anything he has ever faced rears its head and the Four Sword is once again needed. Join the Four Sword heroes as they journey to the far reaches of Hyrule to discover not only what is rightfully theirs, their elements, but more about each other, their deepest secrets. Everyone's got their skeletons in the closet...it's time for them to come out.
Hey guys my name is Peace and this is my first story so yeah. This is a sequel to Four Swords (and its manga Four Swords Plus) and all characters are owned by Nintendo and Akira Himekawa. Like I said before this is my first story so please if you are going to comment or review or whatever don't be harsh. So anyways a little background on this here story of mine, this takes place just a couple of months after the first four swords and of course a new evil is back to take over and stuff and the four swords heroes are once again needed. This time however, they have a special a little something they get during their adventure that will help them which would be their elements. Yes I know, this idea seems a little over used, but strangely enough I haven't seen a lot of stories like this on this site so I thought why not I've had this idea in my head for god know how long. So yeah I hope you enjoy!
It had been a couple of months since Vaati's defeat and all was quiet and still in the land of Hyrule. At least as still as it could be with the current storm raging outside the protective walls of people's homes. Inside one such house was a young boy dressed in a light green colored night shirt with white pants seated in a chair by the window he was looking out of. Light, ocean blue eyes gazed tiredly, almost sad-like, at the little drops that splattered against the glass and leaves and grass alike, taking in the muffled pittering and pattering in his long ears.
Heaving a sigh the young boy leaned over and rested his head on his arms on the window sill. As he resumed his watch, he couldn't help but let his mind drift, his thoughts switching from one topic to another. Many of them were about the current storm, such as, will there be thunder and lightning? Or I wonder if it's cold? Or will it ever end? Soon after that his wonderings soon became sadder and more depressing with each one that came up until one in particular showed its face, or should he say faces. His eyes snapped open and in his mind's eye he saw them smiling, heard their voices as they called his name, felt their touch as they high fived or hugged even though it was now nothing but a ghostly sensation. He felt tears welling up in his eyes and the lump in his throat he didn't know was there until now growing. He bit his lip to keep it in,
'No crying!' he thought, 'you don't need to cry, you're strong! Just think they wouldn't cry…well maybe he wi-NO! you can't cry….you just can't….' Gasping he struggled to get his now erratic breathing under control and he buried his head in his shaking arms. All of the memories they shared kept racing to the forefront of his thoughts, blocking everything else out. It won't stop…it just won't STOP!
CRASH!
A loud boom from overhead snapped him out of his reverie making him look up and out. Lightning was streaking across the dark gray sky as if they were cracks in a mirror shining in all of their brilliance. They were soon followed by more thunder that shook the ground. The howling wind blew the rain anywhere and everywhere and were striking so hard that he feared they would crack and break the window. The raw power on display before him left him gaping; it reminded him so much of a great friend of his. They were strong just like the storm-
BOOM!
'And just as loud,' he mused. The thought brought a smile to his face, 'And we never got along, hardly ever…and yet…I miss him the most…or maybe he's the most memorable because of it how loud he is' another streak of lightning once again drew him from his thoughts, however this time it only caused an even bigger smile on his face. 'This reminds of that time when it rained and we were on our little quest. We got so excited, well one of us did, and just like little kids we ran outside and played in the rain. Well more like wrestle since he, of course had to egg me on.' He giggled, 'We got mud all over us and we laughed so hard afterwards because of it. That's one of the few times we ever got along.' The storm once again reminded the young boy of its presence with another blast of thunder.
'Maybe I could…? No, I'd probably get sick afterwards….but…' another thunder clap sounded as if encouraging him to follow his heart's desire. With a growing grin he jumped up from the chair and ran to get on his boots. Putting them on, he decided to not where a cloak and made for the front door. As soon as he swung it open the cold rain splattered against him, drenching the young boy in mere seconds. The wind that once seemed harsh was now only a gentle breeze blowing some of his golden hair out of his eyes. The thunder that once roared now rumbled, as if pleased he was now outside, and the lightning made beautiful displays that filled his vision. He couldn't help his growing excitement, and just as he'd done before some two months ago, he ran outside and played in the rain. He ran, jumped, splashed, skipped, and danced in the mud and laughed as he got dirty, just like he once did with them.
As he continued he felt the urge to just let it out grow within him, to let down his walls for just a moment. No one was there to see or listen. With that in mind he started to sing. No words, just a beautiful sound made up of nothing but pure emotion expressing his joy and his sadness, almost like nostalgia. It truly was a beautiful voice to go along with a beautiful melody, might as well have been an angel, perhaps a siren instead, that had to be singing. As he continued the storm seemed to match with it making up the music to match the vocals, a true song of nature.
This one of the things he liked to do, singing, it made him feel free and alive. It was his outlet for his pent up feelings, a release. No one knew however, for he was usually too embarrassed or ashamed to even indulge the thought of doing it in front of someone else. It was personal, a secret.
Doing one last little twirl he let his voice fade with the storm that was now nothing but a calm drizzle. Looking up towards the clouds the young boy closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue to try and catch some of the rain on it. He was interrupted however, when someone called his name,
"Link! You're completely soaked! What are you doing out here?!" his father, he forgot that his dad had left for the castle a few hours ago to tend to something that had come up. Something about keese having invaded the kitchen. The boy, now named Link, turned towards his father, keeping the current expression he had on his face, it wasn't often that he smiled now. His father, seeing this, paused in his run just a few feet away from his son. He'd seen that look before with the large blue eyes filled with tears that looked happy and a smile to boot, Link had had another flashback. No wonder he was out in the rain, it probably had something to do with it.
"Are you alright son?" he asked as he walked towards Link. Link on his part only gave a nod, and bit his lip. Why? Why did he feel so sad? So…lonely. That was it he was lonely even though he was surrounded by people who cared about him and were his friends. That's another thing he kept to himself, another secret, his true feelings, always handling them by himself even when they got out of control like this. His father gave a sad smile and finally reaching his son, reached out a hand and ruffled his hair. Link giggled then squealed slightly as he was picked up and hugged and he in turn put his arms around his father's neck then snuggled his face into his chest. He needed this, to be hugged like this, to feel close to someone again, to feel loved again.
"I miss them dad…" Link said with a shaky voice.
"I know," his father said, "I know…" and Link started to shake from both the cold and overwhelming emotions. And they stayed like that, with Link shaking and trying to compose himself and his father rubbing his back soothingly and whispering sweet nothings into his son's ear. It wasn't until a rumbling thunder that his father looked up at the storm that was starting to get worse again.
"Let's get you cleaned up" his father said, and like a small child, Link was carried inside dripping wet and muddy and happy yet sad and still feeling lonely yet loved and yearning for the chance to be alone again to sing yet not wanting to be alone again. And as he was carried in he let one small tear slip down his face.
Secrets kept: 2