Hello.
I connected the voice within the Master Sword in Breath of the Wild to Fi, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. This oneshot was born out of that, and while I guess Fi could be rather out of character I do rather like this piece of writing. I do say it's a oneshot, but I could probably continue it if someone wanted me to. It wouldn't update regularly, but I'd certainly try to write a longer fic based off this idea if anyone wants me to.
I guess that's about it. Enjoy, I guess. Review if you have something to say. Criticism is welcome, but it's unlikely you'll come up with something to criticize I haven't found and mentally beat myself up over already. Depression is fun, amirite
She was never supposed to wake up after her master sealed her away. She was supposed to sleep forever, to feel the grip of the hero on her hilt but never to speak to them as she once did, never to walk beside them as she once did. And yet she was awake. She couldn't leave the blade, no, she was trapped within its confines, but she was still awake, and she could still speak to the wielder.
She was painfully awake as the hero was absent for 100 years, as she waited within the forest she was laid within to await his return. She was painfully awake when he hadn't recovered enough to wield her blade and had to leave her there.
It was so painful how awake she was.
She wasn't supposed to feel, either. That was a new experience, in a way. She'd felt before, but the feelings hadn't been so powerful. They hadn't been so consuming, so influential. They were foreign to her.
As the hero left her in the forest, she regained some of her previous power. She managed to leave the blade, but she couldn't go far, she couldn't stay out long. It hurt to stay outside the blade for too long. The sight of the familiar blue and purple cloak concealing most of her familiar blue skin was enough to make her cry. She'd never cried. She'd never known she was capable of crying. It was somehow relieving to know she could cry.
She began to test her strength, her ability to maintain the form she'd grown so attached to when she was last awake. She cried often, a sharp contrast to the lack of emotion of the past. How long had it been since the hero she'd known? She had no way of knowing. It had been so long.
She sang when she stopped crying, a song she'd heard so many times in her life. A song that brought tears to her eyes and yet also brought a smile to her face, a song of the hero and the goddess he saved. She ended the song in tears each time, retreating to her sword because within the Master Sword she couldn't feel. She couldn't cry.
The hero came back for her. Of course he would, he was the hero and she was his sword. She would always be his sword. She had always been his sword. She was filled with happiness being back in her role, the role she'd always loved playing.
She spoke to him, but he never seemed to listen. In the end, he put her back in the woods. She was alone again. She wasn't supposed to be alone again. Not yet.
It hurt. It hurt to have everything back, only to have it taken away again, far too soon. The reincarnation of Demise's evil still resided within Hyrule Castle, within the body of Calamity Ganon. She was supposed to seal it away again. Wasn't she?
She left the sword and pulled the same emotionless facade over everything as she had before, forcing back the tears before they rose to her eyes as she watched her master leave again. She didn't enjoy the feelings anymore. She didn't want this pain.
If she couldn't feel, maybe it wouldn't hurt.
She waited, completely numb, for the hero to wield her blade again.