Link's POV
"Wha? No one's supposed to be out at night." I thought to myself during my nightly patrol. There was a man lying in the ground in front of the Light Tower.
"Excuse me, sir." I paused. Should I call him sir? He looked full grown. Or was he just large? I shook my head and continued. "Sir, you really shouldn't be out alone at night. There are dangers here."
The man didn't stir. Drunken no doubt. I rolled my eyes. So much for sir. I continued with it anyway. "Sir, I really need you to come with me. Are you conscious?" I called, stepping towards him.
I stopped dead, hearing a small splash at my feet. I lifted one foot, but with it being so dark, I couldn't make out the color of the liquid. Was it water? So he went for a swim, then passed out in front of the Light Tower?
I gazed up at the marble structure. In old scripts it was said that one day the Light Tower would glow. That meant a hero would come to save Skyloft from a terrible enemy. A hero of blue flames.
I shook my head again and nudged the man with my foot, saying, "Hey you. Please get up. I don't want to drag you anywhere." He whimpered and curled himself into a tight ball.
Panic welled up in my chest as a pulled a torch from my belt and shone it down on him. He was definitely not drunk; he was bleeding to death and I was hyperventilating.
"Panicking is not something they taught you to do in knight school." I scolded myself. But neither was saving a dying man's life!
I pulled him out of his awkward position. I looped my arms under his in an attempt to drag him to safety, but to no avail. He was too heavy to take anywhere.
Eventually I collapsed from exhaustion, close to tears; I was terrified. "Oh goddess of the skies, please help me save this man." I silently prayed, beginning to cry.
The wind swirled around my head and a drop of sweat rolled down my forehead.
"Link? Is that you? What are you doing there?" The goddess heard my prayers. "Pipit," I said, weakly, "help me."
He saw how pale I was and nodded, confused. "By the goddesses!" he exclaimed, seeing the injured man, "Who is that?" "I do not know." My friend did not ask anymore questions.
With our combined strength, we managed to lift him off the ground. "To my mother's house." Pipit gasped. Along the way, the man seemed to arouse slightly.
"W-who...are..."
"Shh. It's alright." the yellow clad knight said, "You must save your energy. I'm Pipit and that's Link."
Fierce blue eyes roved over me and I forced a smile. "I - I'm...I'm..." was all he said before passing out again.
I reached up, with difficultly, and knocked on the door to Pipit's house. We were greeted with a warm smile. "Boys!" said Pipit's mother, "I thought you were in patr-... oh."
She caught sight of the man. Her eyes widened as she looked between me and Pipit and the bleeding man. "Mallara." I said, desperately, "Please. Help us." She stood there in shock for several seconds. I was loosing my strength.
"Come in. Quickly." she said. She opened the door all the way to admit the large man, then slammed it shut behind us.
"Here. Put him here." she said, clearing her dining room table. We slid him onto the table.
"Pipit. Dig through the medicine cabinet and get me the green bottles and the syringe. Link, grab me some rags and a bowl of water. I'll get the bandages."
I didn't move for a moment. The man was dressed so strangely. He had a cape on. Who was he?
"Link! We need that water!" I jumped and ran to the sink.
The man woke up. He was gasping and groaning. "Help...please." he said.
I carried the water and rags back to Mallara as quickly as I could. She cut open his shirt, dipped a rag into the water, and squeezed the water onto his wounds.
He cried out loudly.
"Pipit. I need that syringe!" "Coming!"
His blood covered hands were shaking violently, but he stuck the needle into the bottle and handed it to his mother. The man was screaming by this point.
"Hold him." she commanded me, calmly.
I unknotted his cape and pulled it out from under him, then seized his shoulders firmly. My hands were shaking as badly as Pipit's.
Mallara pressed the needle into his arm and pushed the top to inject the liquid. The man whimpered again and his eyes met mine. They were glassy and full of pain. Then they were closed and Mallara removed the needle.
The screaming was finished, but the panic was not. Pipit was mixing herbs into a paste. I dipped another rag in the water bowl and started to clean his chest.
Under the bright kitchen light, I could see the wounds clearly. The worst was in his stomach; a large, flat wound and all over his chest and arms were cuts of varying sizes.
"It looks like...he got in a sword fight." Pipit commented, spreading the paste on the cleaned cuts.
His mother started wrapping him with the bandages. "Nonsense." she said, "Only legal knights carry swords." "I never said he was armed."
"Well, he looks like he could." I said. I wasn't joking. His arms were firm and strong and his chest was very well muscled.
The bright white bandage around his chest turned scarlet. Pipit and his mother sat down, exhausted. I
didn't move. I took the last clean rag and started to clean the man's dirt and blood covered face. The water I squeezed from the rag dripped into his hair and washed the dirt from it. It's brown color faded away into..."Blue." I whispered.
Pipit and his mother looked up. I looked at them. "He...has blue hair." I stuttered. Mallara cringed when she saw the man's true hair color. Blue hair was not a good sign nowadays.
It was a sign of evil.
A/N: Hey everyone. I'm just letting you know that this story will not be updated very often because I'm currently writing another fanfic and a book series. At the same time. I will write in it, I promise. Just not as often. :)