Hello my lovlies! Here is another story based all upon a dream I had. An OC of mine will have a huge roll in this...Two OCs actually. Enjoy!

-WingedIceWolf

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LEGEND OF ZELDA!

I pulled my dark blue, fur coat over my shoulders, shivering slightly as the fall breeze crawled up my spine. Golden, brown, and orange leaves crunched under my every step, my dark brown hair guided by the wind as my hazel-green eyes scanned the forests. Trees swayed in the whisper of the wind as I neared the mountain edge that overlooked the place I called home.

The sun began to sink low over the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over mountains. The tall shadows of the peaks towered over the forestland of trees, and the small neighborhood of cabins that rested in their woods. As I peered down, I could see my cabin far off, trees of fire and amber stretched like a canopy over the oak residence.

I found my favorite seating spot, a soft patch of ground that lied beneath a lone willow tree. I took my place there and leaned against the tree, listening to the rustling of leaves and watching the last rays of sunshine disappear behind the mountains. The chill eventually died from the air, and I decided I should head back before the trail became too dark to follow.

I felt something was off as I began heading down the mountain trail, but I couldn't exactly remember what. As I continued, I felt a few droplets of rain hit my head, but I paid them no mind until I came to my cabin. When I reached the entryway, the rain began to fall rather quickly. I stepped up to my door, a light turned on the front porch as I knocked, watching the rain drizzle from the roof while I waited.

Eventually, the door opened and my little sister stood, her medium length chocolate hair hanging over her shoulders. She cocked her head up at me, as if she too noticed something was missing, but she stepped aside to let me in.

I shook my hair out and went into the front room that was a few feet from the entryway, sitting down next to the stone and glass fireplace on the tan carpet to warm myself. I was dampened, but not too badly, thankfully. I felt a tap at my shoulder after a few minutes, turning to see my sister.

"Where's your coat, Aoi?" She asked me, frowning slightly. My eyes widened and I stood up, dry for the most part, starting to head toward the door. "You left it outside? Mom gave that to you before you moved out!"

"I'll be back," I replied. Just as I was about to step out, I added, "Oh and Marley, get to bed. It's getting late."

I saw Marley open her mouth to protest, but a glare from me was all it took for to her nod defeatingly and race up the stairs before I closed the door behind myself. It was awfully dark outside, the moonlight covered by thick, dark clouds as the heavens themselves seemed to roar and cry. Knowing my path well, having gone up there many times since I moved into the cabin, I ran up the trail, trying to not lose my footing along the way.

The trees moaned in the storm and soon I found myself drenched in rain. I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed onto my shoulders…I remarked bitterly as I hiked up the path. To be entirely honest, I had a good memory and could usually tell immediately when something was missing, and me leaving something behind was a once in a blue moon occurrence.

Why forget now in the middle of a storm?!

As I was going up the trail, I began to wander while lost in thought, a habit I had developed when I was younger. Not a few minutes later, I found myself several feet away from the trail I had been taking that wound up into the mountains and to where I guessed my coat had been left.

I probably spun around to quickly, my foot slipped and I flung my hands out to stop my fall as I plummeted forward into mushy ground. It took me a minute to recoup, wiping mud from my face onto my wet sleeve and rising on my elbows. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat.

I could barely see a figure lying in the mud a few feet away from me, yet it was hard to make out his features in the darkness. I could tell by the figure's broad build that he was a man, a young man in fact, not a young boy. He was lying on his side, unmoving, and for all I knew, he could have died long ago. But I hadn't seen him earlier as I was walking…

As I stared, I felt a scream caught in my throat, my hand coming over my mouth to prevent from letting it out. I forgot I had held my breath and finally let it out, drawing in a couple deep breaths before my mind started racing with questions. Is this man dead? Why is he here in the mountains? Did he commit suicide or something? Is he still breathing? Is he alive? Who is he? Why is he here? Why didn't I see him earlier?

A rumble of thunder caused me to snap out of my panic state, followed shortly thereafter by flashes of lightning. I summoned up the courage to near the young man, able to smell blood in the air. He didn't make a move as I neared, and I feared he was dead as I knelt beside him.

"Hello?" I spoke softly, placing a hand to the man's cold shoulder. Just his cold temperature made me want to coil back, but I was determined to get answers to my questions. "Can you hear me?"

No response.

I shook him softly. Again, no response. I could see now as I studied the young man more closely between lightning flashes. He was wearing a cloak that concealed his face, leggings, and boots as well, which I found weird; not to mention a dark tunic to go with, and what I am pretty sure was a sword clutched in his right-hand judging by the glisten of iron I could see in the lightning flashes.

What the heck…? That's as far as I got. My mind couldn't grasp whatever was going on. I then came to realize a warm liquid coated my hands. I raised my fingertips to my nose and was met with the scent of blood. Fresh blood… I thought to myself, quickly wiping my hand off on the grass. He's injured…

I turned the man over so he was lying on his back, unable to see his face clearly, but that didn't matter to me. I placed my fingertips to his neck, feeling for a pulse. I waited and took a deep sigh of relief to find that he was breathing, yet his pulse was slow, barely there. I didn't know why I felt so relieved to find this man I had never met in my life breathing, to be entirely honest. Human nature I suppose. Or perhaps it was the fact there was a man who is injured and possibly dying at this very moment with his life in my hands…

I hesitantly slid my arms under the man and tried to get to my feet. To my surprise, the man was rather light, lying limply in my hold with his sword sliding from his hand, dropping to the ground with a soft thump. I used my foot to kick the sword up to where I could grab it, taking it and putting the blade through a loop in my jeans.

Knowing the injured man, or whoever he was, needed aid, I began to run back to the cabin, entirely drenched in rain that had mingled itself with the blood of the young man I held close. My mind was focused on attempting to aid this man, and I had not even thought about my coat while rushing back to my cabin. It took a good twenty minutes to get up to the end of the trail if you went fast enough and at least ten or fifteen to get down.

I felt in my heart, you could say, that this young man had no ill intentions. I usually could sense someone's behavior and intentions the moment I walked into a room, almost instinctively. It was strange, I will admit, but many things right now were strange. My senses had almost never led me astray, and as I trekked through the mud and the steep path, I became surer of myself.

Eventually, I reached the cabin and used one arm to support the man, our shadows dancing in the porchlight as I placed my other hand on the door knob and twisted. To my relief, the door had not been locked after I left and it creaked open, casting light into the dark woods where we stood.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside, taking the sword from my jeans and putting it next to the doorway for the time being. I kicked the door shut with my foot, thankfully not waking the man in my arms. Carefully, I carried him to the fire that was still lit and lied him down on the couch nearby.

As I did so, the man let out a stifled cry of pain, making my heart jump a little. But I didn't waste time to check him over just yet, I instead turned away to find the first aid kit, going to the kitchen and opening a drawer near the sink, taking the kit back to the man who lied like a rock on the couch, breath shallow.

I kneeled beside the man and opened the kit with a click. As I looked up, I saw the poor state of the young man. He carried deep gashes, long stab marks as if someone had dragged a blade down his skin and twisted, and open wounds all along his body that I assumed were from a blade as well. He was soaked in rain and crimson, clutching to his chest weakly where a clear majority of the blood was coming from.

Should I call an ambulance? I thought to myself, biting my lower lip and looking to the marble table where my phone lied. But what could an ambulance do to help him…? He doesn't even seem to be from this world…The more I thought about it, the more I felt the man shouldn't be taken to the hospital. I didn't understand why, but I decided to trust the feeling in my gut…

I sat on the couch and carefully placed my hand to the man's head. He was rather warm, growing a bad fever…As to be expected from all his blood loss and being out in the cold rain. I moved my hand down to the man's shoulder, first testing to see if I would wake him while tending to him. He didn't budge, not surprisingly, so I leaned over him and started untying his cloak, my fingers moving through the blood-soaked string and unknotting it until it was loose and the two sides fell from each other.

I carefully removed the cloak from the man's shoulders, setting it down beside me for washing later. Now I got a good look at the man's features. The young man had blood smeared on his face from a cut on his forehead and cheek, long pearly white hair that was pulled into a ponytail and matted with maroon. His ears were long and pointed with red loop earrings, his face being young, but twisted in pain and bruised. It seemed obvious the man was in his twenties, but his appearance threw me off. He seemed familiar…

Why does he have white hair…? And are those real pointed ears? I stared at his ears for a while and let one of my hands caress his ear. It twitched much like a cat's when I did so, him letting out a groan of pain. Oh my gosh, they are real! I hit myself in the cheek. Aoi, focus! This man is dying and needs help, you can worry about his appearance later.

I stood, went to the kitchen and grabbed my phone after washing my hands to make sure I wouldn't dirty anything, unlocking it with my fingerprint and turning the flashlight on. The thunder continued to rumble outside and lightning flashed as the rain pounded against the glass windows.

I once again came to the side of the man, opening his eyelid and shining the light into his eye, making sure I didn't shine the light directly as to not blind him. To my shock, the man had crimson irises, his pupils responding late to the light. Slight concussion…I thought grimly.

Believe it or not, my mother was a nurse, so I knew more than most when it came to medical care. My mother would scold me as well if I got hurt and didn't come to her to disinfect a scrape or cut. She also taught me how to stitch wounds should it come to that, so I believed that with my general knowledge, I could stitch the wounds.

The sight of the blood and wide wounds made my stomach churn, just imagining how much pain this man must have been enduring. I would have been at least crying out every time I was moved, but this man barely winced, which gave me a little bit more hope in his chances of survival.

I stood and again returned to the kitchen, getting a pot of boiling water going with a needle tip in it so that I could clean and stitch the wounds. While it was warming up, I removed the man's many belts and his armguards, boots as well, two belts being around his waist and one along his waist to his shoulder. Then followed his tunic that bore a carmine sword emblem on the front where the blade tip met in the middle of his chest. I lifted his head with my hand as to not injure him further, carefully removing the tunic from his body.

I discovered a white and tattered, long sleeved shirt, mostly stained scarlet, underneath the tunic, a strange pattern on the sleeves and around the collar. I managed to remove the shirt as well. Of course, carefully. My gaze fell upon the gaping gash that ran from the man's shoulder to his ribs, spewing much blood onto the couch below him and rolling down his well-built body. Just as worse was the exposed wound on his chest, wide and jagged. Thankfully, it wasn't as deep as the first gash, but nonetheless, it was life threatening…

The young man was becoming more and more lifeless as the seconds passed, pale faced and pulse slowing. I knew I had to act quickly…I left his side briskly to find a red towel in the bathroom that I was going to use for a shower later, but this man, elf I suppose, took precedence. I draped the towel over his body and used both hands to apply pressure, the towel quickly becoming soaked in blood. The man drew in a sharp breath, clenching his teeth together with his ears lowered as I gradually increased the pressure.

I could tell that the man was too weak to fight me back, even if he wished to. I kept the pressure down for a few seconds, watching the man stifle cries of pain with tears threatening to spill. He was strong, that was certain, and he wasn't going to die out easily.

Finally, I released and ran to the kitchen to get the boiling water. It was bubbling as I removed it from the unit and turned the stove off, bringing it over to the couch with a cloth to clean out the wounds. I removed the needle from the pot and squeezed some soap onto the cloth I held in my palm. I then dipped the cloth into the water, it being extremely hot and nearly burning my hand. I had to cool it with some colder water until it was cool enough to not burn the man but still clean the wounds.

I removed the towel soaked in blood and used another dry towel to wipe him off before I started disinfecting the wounds. As soon as the cloth met a stab on the man's shoulder, he cried out in pain and tried to pull away, but I held him down to the best of my ability, scrubbing it out carefully. The man tried to pull away from me several times, but I was still stronger than him despite his best efforts and held him down securely.

I tended to the stabs first before the less severe gashes, making sure to wipe off the blood as I went until all that was left to tend to was the worst of the wounds. The man was trying to push me away, I could see his body tense and chest heaving as he searched for a way out of the pain. I then went to the long gash that ran across his chest, pressing the cloth to it.

The man screamed in pain, at least what he could manage, back arched in pain. I tried my very best to avoid harming him, but now that didn't seem like an option. He twisted, lashing out weakly and in vain, causing himself further harm. I pinned him down while I cleaned the wound, watching him writhe and scream. I was surprised my sister didn't wake from his screaming, but she was a heavy sleeper.

"Please, stop thrashing," I tried to reason, holding him down. "You will only harm yourself further than what is already done. I don't want you to hurt yourself, please calm down."

The man who I kept pinned whimpered in pain after his ear twitched, him being forced to stop thrashing with the amount of force I kept upon him. He eventually calmed, and I moved to grab my needle, quickly threading string through the eye.

I searched for something I could give him to help numb the pain, but I couldn't find anything. Regretfully, I took the curved needle and looked to his wound, biting my lip at the sight of it and wincing instinctively.

"I'm so sorry…This is going to hurt," I told him, taking his hand in mine should he need what comfort I had to offer. The needle passed in and out of his skin and I could feel his grip tightening on my hand. I hoped he knew I was trying to help him as I stitched the wound, stitching away from myself as I was taught and bringing the skin together eventually, tying it off using tweezers. I stepped back and looked at my work, satisfied with the stitching.

I then moved to where the stab was in the middle of his chest, looking to make sure it wasn't too deep. Whoever had stabbed him had not applied enough force to impale any vital organs, that I was sure of. So, I cleaned it out with cries from the young man, eventually stitching the wound as well. By the time I was done the young man seemed more relaxed but still in pain.

I stitched the other wounds that needed stitching and disinfected them, wrapping the ones that didn't need stitching and going around his torso for added support. The young man seemed to be clinging to life, barely moving and lying in his own puddle of blood. I let him rest there for the time being as I stood, going to a closet downstairs and pulling out a bedroll.

I lied it next to the fire and prepared it before turning back to the man. I wiped the blood from underneath him and cleaned him off so he wouldn't have to lie in it, hesitantly removing his sopping wet leggings with a blanket draped over him as to not reveal anything as I did so.

The young man had cuts on his legs as well that were easily tended to, and he seemed to be dry since I tended to him near the fireplace. Thankfully, there wasn't the need to go any further than his leggings, and I found a pair of my leggings I rarely used that he could wear instead of the blood-soaked ones, changing him into those quickly. They fit, surprisingly, and I didn't care what the man did to the leggings for now.

I moved the man next to the fireplace, getting him tucked into the bedroll with a soft blanket draped over him. I untied the ribbon holding his hair in place to make him more comfortable, his long pearly hair falling over his shoulders. He looked like something out of a fairytale, strong and admittedly good-looking.

I hope he recovers…I thought to myself. I had so much going on, that I wouldn't have recognized the man. I made sure he was comfortable regardless before I took his clothes to the wash room and put them in a basin with cold water to wash the blood out. As I did so, I saw a familiar mark on his shirt. I pulled it out and looked at it, seeing the familiar three triangle mark. The Triforce.

What the heck?! How did I not notice that?! Then the realization struck. Pointed ears…A tunic and a sword…Loop earrings…He's from freaking Zelda?! I paused again, recalling his features. He looks just like Link from Breath Of The Wild! How on earth did I not notice?! And he is not a cosplayer…He's real…

I stood there for a good half hour, staring at the Triforce on his tunic, feeling stupid. I loved the Legend Of Zelda series, how could I not recognize him off the bat? I had played through hours of Breath of The Wild, getting all 120 shrines and starting on the Koroks. I finally just put the tunic down, walked into the bathroom, and decided I would take a shower to clear my mind seeing as I was already caked in mud, feeling like a complete numbskull.

Yup...I hope you enjoyed! It will get better for "the man" I promise. His name will be revealed later on.

-WingedIceWolf

This chapter is dedicated to: Avy Mac