A/N: I drew a picture of Human!Morpha. Thus this story.
Disclaimer: …I wish.
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Friend
"No…" I retract my watery, blue arm, then kneel beside the Zora. "Oh, no, Ruto…I did not mean to…" I bite my lip, beginning to cry as I shake her. "Ruto, Ruto, please get up, please do not leave me…"
She can't leave. I won't allow it. One of the only two sources of light in this cold, unfriendly place.
And most of all, I can't admit that I killed her, that I killed my best friend.
I don't recall what I've done. I do know, though, that for a brief time I was not in control of my actions. Ever since my cursing, these intervals have occurred, becoming more and more frequent with each passing day.
Cursing! I remember that day well. That day when Ganondorf had entered the Sacred Realm. With the exception of Rauru, who had mercifully escaped, and Nanog and Rovi, who were killed, all of us Sages were captured, turned into monsters, and sent to our respective Temples. It would've been a bleak existence had I not met the two who arrived shortly after I.
The first, Ruto, had come to investigate the sudden freezing of her home. I remember that she forgave me when I told her that it was my fault. And I remember that I had been grateful.
The second was a boy who called himself Knil. He hadn't come of his own free will either, and seemed as confused as I about the turn of events.
And then there was me, the tentacle demon who had once been called a beauteous maiden, Nayru's child. The girl who loathed the very waters she had been tasked to protect.
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Run, I try to tell the boy. Run. I know by the Longshot he pulls out that Knil is no more. So run, boy, and don't let me kill you, because if I kill you, I won't have any friends. You are my friend…
I can't speak. I am fully aware of my actions this time, and that my body is not within my control.
Run…
Run…
Please! Run! Leave!
The point on his Longshot ensnares me, and I feel myself being pulled towards him; I cry out as his swords cuts a deep gash into me. I take off across the platforms, desperate to get away from the pain, but I am no match for his quick reflexes. As he continues to slash me, I feel a pain I've never felt, one that tears into my very core, and I contort as I am quite literally ripped apart.
For a moment, everything goes black, but then I fall to the floor, with the boy coming towards me. I note that I have returned to my former self duly.
He looks down at me, sword still extended, eyes shining with pity. I extend a hand to him.
And as the sword flashes and everything fades to darkness once more, I know that I was right.
He is my friend.
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A/N: I know. I hate it too. Review it anyway.