Kass' words were still replaying inside of Link's head. It had to be Aryll. He fit the description of the lost brother far too well plus she was aware of the rumours following a young Hylian roaming across the Kingdom. She had known it was him, known that he was alive … did she know that he hadn't any recollection of his previous life. Did she know that he had thought she was dead?

Immediately, he wanted nothing more than to run to Lurelin Village right now to find her and tell her that he was sorry, that he'd had no idea she was still alive. He hadn't known. Turning to Zelda he found that she already had the Sheikah Slate in her hands with the map up, scrolling for the correct shrine along the southern coast.

"I think we can class this as extenuating circumstances to our 'no teleportation' rule," she held out the Slate for him to grab hold of, carefully keeping her voice neutral. If she was calm, he would be calm, "we'll be back soon, Kass. Will you still be here to sing for us?"

"Of course, Lady Zelda," the large Rito replied while he eyed Link compassionately, "I hope you find what you need there."

The words of goodbye got lodged in Link's throat somewhere, and neither of his hands wanted to obey him to sign a response either. His dilemma was solved for him as Zelda bid Kass farewell, and then pressed down onto the Shrine icon which overlooked the seaside village.

The majority of Lurelin's residents were generally slow to start, with the village children roaming about to help the dedicated fisherman load up their boats with barrels and nets. A few other denizens were settling down outside of their houses to begin their crafts in the clear weather, while their infants giggled and frolicked in the foamy waves washing up on shore.

Brightly coloured beetles sat upon the rough bark of the palm trees, like gems inset into the wood, and normally Link would have been obsessively stalking towards each one under such favourable conditions. However, his goal now was to shed his snow gear as quickly as possible with the sudden temperature increase and don his lighter and more breathable Champions tunic. After climbing down from the Shrine, he started to jog into the heart of the village to try and locate the town's Elder.

While keeping him in her sights, Zelda only removed her snow coat while consuming a weak heat resistance elixir to stave off the stifling climate of the southern coast. She descended down the short cliff face more carefully than Link, and then began walking into the village at a sedate pace. She was hanging back, not out of any inability on her part to keep up with Link, but out of concern for the emotional upheaval that he must be dealing with which he initially preferred to deal with on his own. When he was ready, he would then come to her.

She both dreaded and dearly hoped for Link to actually find his sister here. She must be over one hundred years old by now.

The thick, fluffy coat rolled up under her arm got her a few curious looks but she just smiled and waved in greeting at the new faces, taking in the sights and activities about the small seaside town. Watching Link speak to some people bending reeds into woven rope up ahead, she marvelled at how serene this place was, tucked away from the majority of the Kingdom much like Kakariko was. Similarly, the people here went about their individual self-imposed tasks for the betterment of the whole community, happy to be left to their own devices. Seeing places like this filled Zelda with a sense of contentment that she had in fact made the best decision to leave the monarchy behind in the past. Hyrule didn't need it any more to function, and she was one of the last Hylians to have experienced what it was like first hand.

As was the person they had come here to see.


After signing to a fisherman, several weavers, and the village Elder he was directed to two children who would be able to take him to the person he wanted to see. Riley, a boy who looked to be in his young teen years and Marin, a girl of no more than five.

While he had managed to make his communications as easy to follow as possible he'd had to restrain his restlessness which would have caused his carefully controlled hand signals to become an exaggerated mess. His arms were now held rigidly at his sides as the two children began to lead him the the outskirts of the village, calling back on his days as a Knight in order to keep his tempest of emotions where they were. On the inside.

The children were headed towards an area of the eastern side of the village; a flat patch of sand that sported a couple of palms trees overlooking the bay. There was a wicker chair set up in the shade of the trees, so that its occupant could watch the small wash of waves breaching upon the coast line and the reefs hidden just below the waters surface. He could see a person tucked up in the chair, facing away from them, and his heart seized.

"Granny Aryll likes to watch the ocean some days, so we set up a chair and some cushions for her to sit on over here – away from the clatter of the village y'know? But sometimes she just likes to fall asleep out here," Riley explained.

[Granny?] Link signed.

The dark haired boy watched his hands and then looked up at his face in confusion, tilting his head and scrunching up his face, almost in embarrassment.

"Huh? Sorry, I didn't do so well with hand signs... Never practised enough."

Link was once again amazed that hand signs had become such a prevalent language over the past one hundred years, to the point where it was regularly taught. But he also couldn't deny that not everyone would see the use in it, especially if they were young. He poured his anxious energy into unsticking his throat and repeated his query verbally.

"Granny?"

"Oh! She's not actually our Grandma, but she's always treated the kids in this village as if they were her own. She's actually the one that used to teach sign language, though she's a bit too old to do that any more. So now we take care of her! She used to be married, but she's all alone now."

All this information was making Link either want to scream or be sick. Married, his little sister had been married, and she taught sign language, just like their mother had taught them. Looking after this village like everyone's doting grandmother. He wanted to cry.

I missed all of it … it's all gone. I wasn't there with her and I can't ever get that back.

All those lost moment; watching as she grew up and started to get invested in the things she loved, maybe learning from father to work in the bakery, or taking after mother and doing more language based work. Or finding something that was unique to herself and forging her own path in life.

Imagining a day where she came home with a smile on her face and their parents weaselled it out of her. How happy they would have been to know that she had found someone to spend the rest of her life with, and a stern reminder that he was not allowed to intimidate her newfound partner. Not that he would have, she was fierce enough to do that by herself.

Trying not to embarrass her on her wedding day and failing as that was his job as her older brother, and fully expecting her to return the favour when he ever got married.

Being there for her when she lost the person she loved.

Riley turned to look up again at the young man he was escorting, mouth open to speak, but he stopped when he saw the vacant yet sad look in the blonde Hylian's eyes. He had seen this traveller before and the village Elder always treated him with respect, as did the other adults in the village. The small kids loved him as he brought treats from strange far off places but he had no idea who he was, or even what his name was. Yet, seeing how this traveller was looking at the hunched figure in her chair - slowly scribbling away in a book on her lap as shadows from the palm leaves above her danced across her form – he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Granny meant something to this person. A distant relative perhaps?

He looked forward once again, still stationary, as he pondered how Granny liked hearing the stories of a wayward traveller that supposedly covered the entire Kingdom to save a Princess in a Castle. While he knew that those old stories had been proved true, as evidenced by that day the sky turned red, it was difficult to imagine the characters in those stories as actual people. Real people that were just walking around right now, somewhere. As new rumours came in and were retold to Granny she would add in her own tales of a brother she'd had before the Calamity, who had done very similar things. A brother who had been a Knight and was long since dead from the attack on Hyrule after serving the Princess.

He supposed the stories of this traveller, who was rumoured to be a Knight that had awoken after a magically induced sleep, reminded her of her brother...

Wait a second.

"Come on, bro, we should go back, you promised to take me to the rock pools today," Marin pleaded, tugged on his hand.

He looked down at his hand where his little sister was nudging him pointedly, before whipping his head back up to look at the Hylian stranger. He was smiling at them, but even Riley could see it looked bittersweet and slightly pained. Oh sweet Hylia...

"You should go spend time with your sister," he said quietly, patting him on the shoulder in thanks for leading him here and then walking towards Granny Aryll.

Riley's jaw dropped even as he was dragged away by his far more emotionally intuitive younger sister.

Now left alone with the old lady in her soft padded chair, doodling away in the margins of her open book, he was unsure of how he was supposed to start a conversation. She was small like him, and her skin looked paper thin but was still a healthy bronze with freckles after many years of living in such a tropical climate. Her hair was pristine white, with thin braids plaited in here and there and she wore a simple ankle length tunic with loose baggy sleeves that had been rolled up to her elbows. Even though her body was clearly aged her mind was still active, as evidenced by the open pages in the book on her lap covered with cursive writing and plentiful annotations.

He padded around to her side, footfalls soft against the sand and he leaned down to see her face.

"Aryll?"

The old woman looked up and despite the wrinkles and the slow movement of her head her eyes were still the same bright hazel he remembered. She even still had a penchant for swift violets if the small wooden decorations in her hair and the tiny scribbles in her book were any indication. Said book slipped off of her lap and into the sand as her grip became lax with confusion and shock at the sight of him.

"Link?" She squinted at him and shook her head, "My, I didn't think I was that old that I've started to see things."

She huffed with a smile, but it faded to confusion again as Link knelt down to retrieve her book, carefully brushing sand out of the pages and set it back onto her lap. Placing her hands on top of the cover – an eye-catching blue just like his tunic – he settled his hands over hers and looked into her face. A very fragile smile set upon his features.

"Hello, Aryll. Found you."

Tears fell from his eyes and he didn't try to stop them as his sisters face lit up in astonished joy. She upturned her withered hands to lightly grasp his tougher ones, and he could feel her shake as she held onto him.

"It really is you," Aryll moved her hands out from under his and planted them on either side of his face. She squeezed his cheeks a little and Link wrinkled up his nose, making her laugh. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

He nuzzled against the palm of her hand, a deep rumble coming from his chest just barely audible over the waves. He scrunched his eyes closed against the burning sensation of more building tears, forcing them to add to the tracks running down his cheeks. Aryll was here, he had found her, or she had found him. All those missing years and all the lost possibilities threatened to drown him, but insistent hands under his jaw tilted his face up to hers. She was beaming and he all he could see was the mischievous, stubborn, wonderful, and caring younger sister he loved oh so much.

"What happened?" She asked, and the searching look in her warm eyes told Link that she meant more than just today specifically.

Being able to talk about the day that had nearly destroyed Hyrule was oddly cathartic. Replaying the moments where Zelda and himself had walked down from Mount Lanayru, and how nothing he could do or say would be able to lift the crushing feeling of hopelessness. The very last of the Goddesses, the Princess' own Patron, had no answer for her and with each step they took back to the rest of the Champions her resolve broke more and more. Link couldn't remember a time when he had felt so angry and resentful as he did following his friend who was gradually giving up. For the first time in his life he had actively hated the Goddesses.

Knowing what he does now, it's apparent that it wasn't purposeful neglect on the Goddesses part. They couldn't hear her at all. In Links opinion, that somehow that made it worse but Zelda seemed to find it comforting. It was through no fault of hers that she had been snubbed.

As Link continued to recall the path from the Mountain back to Hyrule Castle, and then away again towards Hateno, he failed to notice the slight raising of Aryll's eyebrows whenever he called the Princess by her given name. She did not interrupt however, letting him continue until the part where the Princess and himself had been cornered by Guardians.

"She got her powers, Aryll. I knew she would, I'd had a dream of it happening, like a vision … but she got her powers shielding me. I'm only alive because of her..." He swallowed painfully, and his jaw ached from talking so much but he didn't want to let go of his sister's hands. "After that, I was taken to the Shrine of Resurrection, and Zelda went to Hyrule Castle to face Ganon. She had to go alone, Aryll."

He settled against the leg of her chair, with his head on her knees but his face was tilted towards her so that he could still see her. Eyes full of sympathy took in his slumped shoulders and barely concealed shame.

"At some point she took the Master Sword and put it back in Hyrule Forest. Honestly, if I wasn't so curious I might never have found it again."

He chuckled and Aryll was inclined to make a joke about his rampant need to investigate new things, but something about his story struck her as odd. "The Princess can hold the Master Sword?"

"I..." Link had to pause while he considered that piece of information. "Yes. Yes, she can."

Zelda can wield the Master Sword.

Aryll barely remembered the day that Link came forward with the Blade of Evil's Bane, couldn't place the sudden shock and awe at it's reveal. Her brother had been it's wielder so the Sword had always been a permanent fixture too, but given all the Legends surrounding the Blade and how closely it tied in with the Sacred Princess it wasn't as surprising as she had initially thought.

Therefore, she didn't seem to look nearly as stunned as Link felt the occasion called for, but he was distracted from the mini revelation as his little sister started to squint at his right shoulder, which was now glowing incessantly.

"You had better have a good story to tell for this," Aryll demanded and she reached down to lift his tunic sleeve, revealing the hard and dark surface of guardium underneath. Tapping against the plating on Link's prosthetic, she raised one pale eyebrow at him disbelievingly.

"Uh," Link dragged out, bracing himself for the inevitable roll of her eyes and flick in the centre of his forehead as he thought of how best to explain that. "Well..."

His explanation didn't really cover the full breadth of horror he recalled feeling in the moment he realised that his entire right arm had been obliterated. Nor the ensuing panic as he scrambled for options on how to proceed from that point; who to contact, where to go, how could anyone possibly help him with this and the fear that his quest was about to become that much harder. But he managed to convey the general gist of the event and his subsequent relief at having such technologically savvy allies who procured him with a new functional limb.

He offered his arm out to her so she could run her thin fingers over the relief patterns and poke the shining blue spots along his prosthetic. With a grin he rotated his hand in a full circle just to see the disconcerted grimace on her face before she then began to pull at his fingers with absolutely no discretion.

The conversation morphed into some sort of casual interrogation as Aryll demanded to know whether everything she had heard of his adventures were true or not. A good eighty percent of it was actually true, though there were some very wild claims and Link found himself wondering how in the name of Farore they had started.

"I did what to a Lynel?" Link asked, flabbergasted but also honoured someone genuinely believed he was capable. "I'm pretty sure one would have noticed me trying to sneak up behind it before I managed to get a saddle on, let alone ride it across a field... although, I have managed to mount Lynels before to attack it."

"See, it's things like that which spark these rumours you know. Just, don't actually try to recreate that."

"Don't worry, I've learnt to take much better care of myself. I promise."

"Oh? And who do I have to thank for that?"

Originally, he had decided to be less reckless due to the severe lesson he had learnt from the loss of his arm, but that was only a small part of it. In truth, it was Impa's words to him after the incident that had struck a chord; he would be unable to protect anyone he cared for if he himself was not healthy enough to do so. Additionally, since being reunited with Zelda, he realised just how much she cared for him too, and how his spontaneous tendencies would cause her unnecessary stress.

As the conversation came back to Zelda, a wistful expression took over Link's face and Aryll activated the full force of her nosy little sister role to get him to spill the beans. She was surprised that she didn't actually need to pester him all that much until he started to sing his partner's praises; how lively Zelda was, how strong she was, how she fretted over him just as much as he did over her, how expressive she was about her research. Link practically melted against the chair talking about her and how he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her affections.

"Good heavens, you are disgusting," Aryll muttered, but she was beaming at him and he grinned back completely unashamed. If she was surprised by his relationship with the former heir to the throne of Hyrule she made no mention of it. He seemed happy to talk about her and the tears on his face had dried long ago.

It was a shame that Link couldn't call Zelda over at that point, but as he looked back towards the village he couldn't see her anywhere close by. No doubt she was speaking to the villagers and exploring the place, taking her time to walk around and distract people from his presence, leaving him in peace with his sister. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure if Zelda had ever been here before, if Link had brought her here earlier and roamed around he might have found Aryll sooner.

His mood dipped harshly.

Aryll was so old now, his little sister wouldn't live forever, and while he was glad that he managed to find her again at all he couldn't hep but mourn the lost opportunities for more time. She was supposed to outlive him, wasn't she? That was how it was supposed to work.

"I'm so sorry," he choked, burying his face into the loose material of her tunic skirt and he felt a hand settle upon his head and back. With light pressuring he was prompted to straighten up onto his knees so that Aryll could get her arms around him, bringing him in for a hug. He stayed there, careful not to place his weight onto her but also relishing the contact, thinking of their younger years. He remembered the day that she had been born.

"I didn't mean to forget you."

Logically speaking, he knew it wasn't something he had control over, and even if he blamed himself for falling under the Guardians attacks on Blatchery Plane, it had been an impossible situation. He never tried to con himself into believing that he could control everything in his life, and in fact, he usually went with whatever came his way but … it stung. It stung to see the face of his sibling, who used to cling to his legs whenever he had to leave for the Castle barracks, looking so aged and frail. Wrinkles branching out from the corners of her eyes and gathering in her cheeks as she gave a bittersweet smile. She should be younger than him.

"Purah … she has an age reversal rune … we could … if you wanted," Link whispered, he was pulling at straws he knew but the possibility was there and he couldn't not offer it. He felt the hand on his head pat his hair and he knew it was nothing more than a hopeless wish.

"Link, I'm old and tired. I'm ready, which is a point I'd never thought I'd reach. I want to see mother and father again. And my wonderful Alex."

The arms Link had wrapped around her body cinched in just a little more tightly, he didn't want to let her go, not after just finding her again. But he knew, she was well over a century old and as such probably did not have much longer left to live. He inhaled deeply and let out the air again slowly.

"You know, I always knew you'd win," she murmured, sounding distant as she watched the sea birds caw to each other across the afternoon sky. "You never stopped until you had finished what you set out to do. I love you, Link. The best big brother in the whole world."

Despite it now being Aryll who was running her hands through his hair, she would always be his little sister.

"I love you too," he said, picking his head up from her shoulder and looking into her bright, hazel eyes, still attentive despite her years. This place had been good to her and here she would stay.

"Now go... and don't you dare look back or I'll haunt your ass," she warned, wrinkles bunching up as she beamed at him, eyes crinkling.

Tears had already started to run down Link's face again, for he had known how this reunion would end and it was now upon him. He couldn't help a weak laugh that escaped him however for her choice of words.

"Language," he reprimanded, drawing away from her slightly to lightly squeeze her frail fingers in his hands.

She leaned forward to bump her forehead against his own for a few, comforting seconds before she nudged him away again.

"Go, live your life, and be happy. I know I was."

A harsh swallow and a nod followed her request, yet the command to stand up was not reaching his legs. If he just refused to move, surely this moment would last forever, he wouldn't need to say goodbye. Eventually, stiff legs obeyed and Link rose to stand beside his sister, looking down at their joined hands before he let hers fall from him and he turned away. It was another gargantuan effort to actually start moving and once he started he didn't want to stop. His steps became faster and more frantic in his desire to move away from that spot and towards a source of comfort.

He didn't stop until he crashed into Zelda's waiting arms, clinging to her as she whisked them away to the far side of Hyrule amid strands of blue.


He wasn't even aware that they had travelled until a sharp gust of wind wormed it's way past the arms Zelda had wrapped around him. He shivered and almost immediately there was a bottle being pressed to his lips and he drank it, without really considering what it was before burying his face into Zelda's stomach again.

They were sat, huddled together, atop the Tabantha Tower as Zelda cradled Link in her lap and put the empty bottle of potent cold resistant elixir away. She absent-mindedly began to lightly scratch the top of his head, letting his hair go loose and rubbing his back up and down. It was best to just let him work out his emotions and distress while she provided a safe place for him to do so rather than directly interfere.

He needed to grieve, just as she had done.

Sat there, holding his form against her as he shook with harsh breathing and tremors, Zelda looked out across the Hebra region. The far away mountains were mere silhouettes against a pale grey sky, washed out by heavy snowfall but the spire of Rito Village was highlighted by the sun shining down out of an empty sky. She couldn't see any activity from this far away but she could imagine that many of the inhabitants were stretching their wings in such fortunate conditions after the turbulent storm.

It couldn't have been more than half an hour, she was glad that she had put her snow coat back on, before the hands grasping her sides tightened slightly before releasing. Link slowly pushed himself up, sniffing and taking deep breaths. Zelda ducked her head down so she could see him and while he didn't exactly smile the look he gave her said that he was working on it.

The Slate was offered to him so that he could put his Snowquill outfit back on before the effects of the elixir wore off, and Link felt the thermal material fit snug around his body and the building cold in his extremities vanished. He was surprised when Zelda reached out to wrap her arms around him again to pull him against her, nestling his head under her chin.

"Hello," Link mumbled and he felt her place a kiss against his hair.

"Hello," she replied, "I know you're not ok, so just tell me when you are."

"Thank you." He was silent for a minute more and then he wriggled a bit to look at her, [we should probably get moving]

"Are you sure?" She asked after considering him for a moment.

He nodded, bringing up the Sheikah Slate to zoom in on the area they were currently located and showing her that they were only a moderate gliding distance away from the Trials of Revali.

[I need to be doing something right now]

Zelda nodded with understanding and together they stood up from their collective pile on the floor. Taking a moment to orientate themselves on the observation platform of the tower, they could just spot the out of place structure that had erupted from the ground next to Cuho Mountain.

Their gliders made short work of the distance due to their current elevation and as they approached they could see a large, blue feathered Rito waiting beside the monument. Distant chords wandered their way across the winds, getting louder as they landed on the edge of the mesa and eventually stopping once Kass noticed Link and Zelda's presence.

"Hello my friends, I hope you found what you were looking for," he said softly, taking in Link's slightly red eyes and Zelda's protective proximity to him. Link just nodded with a small smile.

[Thank you]

"You are very welcome" Kass replied, inclining his head a little before straightening with a flourish, tapping the tips of his feathers against his accordion. "I take it you are here to hear the Ballad of our Champion, Revali. Well, then, without further ado."

The accordion extended and compressed, filling the air with the melodious tale of the Rito Champion, carrying the cryptic instructions for the challenges Link must face. He instantly recognised what his target would be for the first one, the flame dragon had to be Dinraal. The second was also easy as the past two sets of Trials had both included a series of rings to pass through, exercising agility. The third sounded a bit too easy in Link's humble opinion and knew that there would be an additional factor to consider as a part of the challenge. Hitting four targets was not hard as Tulin had already set him a goal of twenty which he had smashed shortly before rescuing Zelda.

With his task completed, Kass bid them goodbye and returned to his village, intending to stay with his family before moving on to the final Trial location in Gerudo Desert. He was giving himself a break while Link and Zelda completed the current challenges now that they had caught up with him and they wished him well.

"Link, let's leave these until tomorrow. You've had a long day and I think it would be better if we started these bright and early after you've let loose for a bit."

Zelda had a point, but as Link looked away from the locations of each Trial displayed on the monument spires, the sun was still a ways away from the horizon. He turned back to sign, [What do you want to do?]

"I wouldn't mind getting some archery practice in, considering where we are and whose monument we're standing on," Zelda offered.

Link could see the Ancient Bow folded up on her back and thought that spending some time alone with her sounded nice. Couldn't hurt to also do something productive during that time too.

He nodded and was rewarded with a grin as a newly energised Zelda took his hand to lead him away from the monument and over towards the other point of the mesa, past Cuho Mountain. It took them just under an hour to sail down towards Warblers Nest and then to walk further around Lake Totori until they reached a clearing full of snow, surrounded by trees.

Zelda walked decisively into the open area and unclipped her bow, extending out the limbs with a flick of her wrist.

"I believe I recall a time where you said if I could land a hit on you that I could ask you to do anything," she said, and Link could now vividly remember saying those exact words while training her with a spear. It had only been a couple of weeks ago, even though it felt longer than that, and Zelda's memory was impeccable, "in archery would that mean that I would need to hit a target you chose?"

Walking forward to stand behind her, the sound of crunching snow decorating his steps, Link considered the trees around him, until he pointed to a tree trunk about a hundred yards away. While it wasn't very far away from where they stood, it was framed by two similar trees just in front of it. They would both need very precise marksmanship to hit the target through such a narrow opening, and the intermittent but strong gusts of wind howling in from the Hebra mountains provided an extra challenge.

She cocked an eyebrow at him but raised her bow up to aim and fire wordlessly.

It became a game of who could hit the target first, with Zelda taking longer to time her shots just so, while Link used a Savage Lynel bow, drawing back with his augmented arm to try and power through the strong gales.

After each had taken several attempts in turn, it was to the sound of a thunk and the crinkle of spreading ice across cracked bark that marked Zelda's victory. The winning shot was surrounded by many ice and lightning tipped arrows that had missed their mark and become embedded in the two trees in front of it, leaving only one arrow that had passed through the gap.

A side glance to her left showed that Link was standing half poised to raise his own shot, lightning arrow already placed against his bow. He was staring at the point of impact as a grin slowly spread across his face, swivelling around to look at her with such glee anyone would have thought he'd hit the target.

[I hit it] Zelda signed after she had folded her bow away, barely containing her feeling of smugness.

All those hours she had been putting into accuracy with a bow on their journey had paid off. While she was in no way as quick as Link – and probably never would be with his developing time bending ability – she could at least trust that her shots would always find their mark, or close to it.

[Yes, you did] Link responded, also placing his bow back where it belonged.

[That means you have to do what I want] She reminded, stepping closer too him so that they were now eye to eye.

[And what is it that you want?]

Zelda wanted to grab his face and kiss him until he couldn't breathe as he tilted his head oh so slightly in a coy imitation of confusion.

She leaned forward until there was no space to sign any more and their noses bumped together.

"I want you to take me to the hot spring."


The hot spring had actually been hidden in a basin just behind the ridge that lined the back of the Flight Range. Zelda could understand why it was called Sturnida Secret Hot Spring, this place was both hard to find and even harder to get to. If you weren't a pair of overly active, adventurous Hylians with a ridiculous a mount of equipment for any kind of environment that is.

They ended up exploring the spring for much longer than they had planned and before they knew it twilight had begun to set in, marking a very narrow window in which they needed to set up camp. Thankfully, the geothermally heated water meant that there was plenty of ground around the edges of the spring that were constantly warmed.

Wrapping themselves up in the same cocoon of blankets was also a good comfort strategy for keeping the cold out too. Still, it had been nice to simply laze about in the hot water, holding their hands out into the falling snowflakes to watch them instantly melt upon their skin and listening to the rushing sounds of the small waterfall that fed the spring.

Enclosed by high rising mountain ridges on all sides, it would take a long time for daylight to start shining down into the basin, diluted through the cloud cover. Unfortunately for Link, Zelda's body clock was accurate and it was the constant but gentle nudging against his chest that roused him from sleep. Still, waking up to see his rosy cheeked partner right next to him was a brilliant way to start the day, and start they must.

Stretching his limbs out of the blankets was a mistake he quickly rectified only for Zelda to take the plunge and tear open their cocoon forcing the pair of them to move at the sudden rush of cold air. Even as Link let out a whine at the loss of warmth, Zelda was glad to see that he already looked in better spirits than he had yesterday. To keep them moving forward, she outlined the best path to take and the order in which to face each Trial.

First, they would have to tackle the long climb back out of the basin and then into the heart of the Hebra mountains. It took them the majority of the day just to reach the starting area indicated on the Trials monument. While most of that was due to sheer distance and awkward terrain some of it was also because they kept tumbling about in the snow and rolling down shallow inclines.

Sometimes, they took a moment to remember that were still teenagers, even though they had racked up experiences and responsibilities that most official adults wouldn't have in their entire lifetime.

Upon reaching the site of the first Trial they could see the glowing blue gateway that would start the sequence of rings they would have to pass through. At first, Zelda had assumed that they would need to sail through the course, as these were challenges inspired by Revali's own tests. Clearly, Link had similar thoughts.

[Why is it so low?] He asked, bringing his flattened hand down through the air to his hip.

"Well, we don't have wings," she answered, reasonably.

[Death Mountain was gliding. Daruk couldn't glide]

"Which is a fair point, but Daruk could also bulldoze anything in his way and he rolled everywhere."

Link nodded in agreement, taking a moment to consider other options before a smirk broke out onto his face, [maybe Revali liked to shield surf?]

The mental image was enough to have them both tittering before outright laughing at the idea until a harsh gust of wind nearly bowled them over.

"Maybe we should just..." Zelda indicated forward at the glowing gateway and Link fetched some sturdy shields from the Slate that they could ride without risk of them breaking.

The last time a shield had broken underneath him he had been sent flying straight into a tree and snapped a tendon. It had been agony for all of three seconds before Mipha had activated to re-attach the ligaments. Still, it had been a noteworthy experience he did not wish to repeat.

They continued on to the second Trial, without incident, south through Tabantha Tundra, with a quick evening nap at Snowfield Stable, before follwoing the edge of Tanagar Canyon. Link knew that Dinraal would only appear at midnight and they managed to reach the designated landmark with only half an hour to spare.

"Oh, my goodness, is that it?!" Zelda whispered, her voice one of awe as she saw the long, flaming body of Dinraal, a stark red against the night sky, descend down into the canyon.

The Hylian Champion had seen the Dragon of Power several times during his adventures, and had bothered him several times before too. Thank fully, the dragons never seemed to bear him any direct ill will and thus he was able to watch as the former Princess marvelled over the sight of this massive creature swimming effortlessly through the air. However, he noticed that on this night, it's horns were covered with a blue, shimmering aura, obscuring the bright fiery glow it usually had.

An obvious target if ever he saw one and an idea occurred to him.

"Why don't you try hitting it?" Link suggested, moving as if to hand her his bow – even though she had her own - but her hand against his shoulder stopped him.

"I can't, remember? I mustn't help or interfere with your completion of these Trials. That's what I promised Maz Koshia so that I could even accompany you."

Link gave the sky a resentful look and rolled his eyes as if the Monk could have stopped her from coming with him, but he relented. Holding an arrow loosely against the rest of his Royal bow, and taking a few quick steps to leap off the edge and into the direct path of Dinraal.

Despite Zelda not being able to actively involve herself in the Trials, she was grateful to be able to witness these once in a lifetime events as Link struck the impressive curled horns of the flame dragon in a burst of blue shards.

She was also thankful that she had the Slate on hand at the time to capture the moment with it's camera function. That would be something fond to look back on and she took her time to watch Dinraal float up and away, horns now wreathed in fire, as Link entered the unearthed Shrine.

They tackled the third Trial after they had slept for the rest of the night at the Rito Stables, amid a cluster of other stable goers who were excitedly discussing the appearance of Dinraal. It seemed as though the dragon had only made it's presence known to everyone recently and thank fully no-one had noticed Link shooting it. That would have raised several eyebrows, no doubt.

Ascending the steps of Rito Village the following morning, Link and Zelda were preparing to glide over to the Flight Range when they were fortunate enough to bump into Teba before he took off on his morning flight.

"Shoot four targets?" Teba repeated, after they had divulged what the third and final Trial was for his input. "That doesn't sound particularly difficult. For either of you I should imagine."

Taking in their surprised expressions his beak curved up, "I saw you both training in the clearing just below the Flight Range. Well done, Lady Zelda."

Zelda actually looked rather flustered at the praise from the Rito Warrior who Link spoke so highly of and stuttered out a thank you.

"But back to the matter at hand, I imagine there must be something more complex about it. Shooting four targets at once, perhaps? I have heard tales of Revali managing a similar feat before."

"Actually, it was ten," Zelda said, drawing the stares of both Rito and Hylian towards her. "It was when I came to ask him if he would pilot Vah Medoh. He was still a little sore that Link had been chosen as Hyrule's Champion in light of his ability to wield the Master Sword, unaware, I imagine, of the sword's long history and very specific requirements of it's Master. He was training harder than ever to prove himself, achieving his goal of creating his own up-draft with which he could use to soar into the skies right in front of me."

"You witnessed it?!" Teba exclaimed, suddenly looking as animated as Link had ever seen him. "The moment Master Revali perfected his Gale technique?"

Zelda nodded, smiling at the old warriors exuberance, "Yes, I did indeed. I have to admit it was impressive and further solidified my reasoning to have Revali as one of the Champions. He then proceeded to utterly demolish the targets in the Flight Range near instantly one after another, managing several with a single draw of his bow."

[Revali's Bow can shoot five arrows at once] Link added.

"Really? That must take a lot of dexterity to manage, and yet he managed it flawlessly. In a bid, I presume, to try and show how much more capable he was compared to you," Zelda explained, looking at Link pointedly. He just shrugged in response, unsure of how exactly he was supposed to react to that.

"Incredible," Teba breathed, before shaking himself, "anyway, I imagine with the training we did together, Link, you should have no problem managing four at once. Now, get over there and tell me how it goes."

Just as predicted, it took Link no more than five minutes to find just the right spot to reach four targets all within his field of few in the Flight Range. The third and final Shrine shook itself free from the ground at the bottom of the sinkhole and Link couldn't help but feel that he was being led into a false sense of security with these challenges.


With all the Trials completed and Link in possession of three emblems of Medoh, the only thing left for the Hylian pair to do was approach Vah Medoh, perched atop the spire of Rito Village. But before they started to scale up to the Divine Beast, they had been alerted by Elder Kaneli of a diary that Revali had kept a century before.

"As descendants of his fellow Champions, I think he would not begrudge you a read."

Deciding not to correct the ancient owl Rito on his use of the word 'descendant', Link and Zelda had followed his directions to where the diary was now being kept, eyeing the open pages with hesitation.

"I imagine he's not going to have very nice things to say about you," Zelda warned, eyeing Link as she turned the book to the first page. She got a withering look in response that told her Link was very well aware of that fact and couldn't really give a single fuck.

Still, it was only towards the end of the diary that the words upon the pages actually managed to invoke a visceral reaction and surprisingly not from Link.

"Excuse me?" Zelda breathed, staring at the pages in front of her, eyes wide and mouth partially open. Link was obviously grimacing, stance tense next to her and he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

Not only had Revali had rather disparaging things to say about Link - as was expected – he hadn't thought very highly of Zelda either, mimicking the general opinion of everyone else at the time. Whatever Zelda was doing, it just wasn't enough. 'Talentless' was the rather tactless choice of word he used to describe her. He at least acknowledged that she had tried her hardest, just as they all did, but it hadn't been her fault. Plus, there were the frankly hilarious daydreams Revali had had of them all begging for him to save them from the Calamity. Link was by no means arrogant, nor did he undervalue Revali's skills, which were exceptional, but he did have to wonder just what plane of reality the Champion had been living on.

All in all, he was hesitant to touch Zelda in her moment of fury and lead her away from the source of her ire. But, he wasn't the inheritor of Courage for nothing as he steeled himself and gently guided Zelda away from the offending piece of literature. He managed to nudge her all the way to the very top of the village before she came back to herself, deciding to leave that piece of history where it belonged. In the past.

[Ready?] Link prompted into Zelda's line of sight before gesturing up to the gigantic mechanical bird above them.

She nodded, jaw clenched and propelled herself up the sheer rock face, with Link clambering up behind her like a lizard.

As usual, once they were within range of the Divine Beast, Link was greeted by the voice of Maz Koshia and he braced for the all consuming ringing noise before his mind was transported elsewhere. His body, once again, lost any conscious ability to balance itself and Zelda was ready and waiting behind him to support his weight and lower him to the floor.

It was the strangest rendition of 'trust fall' that she had ever experienced.

She settled herself next to Links prone form, legs straight out before her as she admired the view, marvelling at how such a heavy machine could be supported on a narrow outcrop of rock.

It took her a couple of minutes to recognise the feeling of being watched, but she didn't turn around, choosing to play with Links hair in one hand as if deep in thought. Reading Revali's diary just before coming up here had been a mistake in hindsight, for she was still dealing with the sting of having to endure such sentiments of dismissal after all this time. From one of her own Champions no less.

The Rito Champion could wait.

"I don't know why I bothered to come here if I was just going to be ignored," a bored voice pondered.

"Well, usually Revali, it is considered polite to announce your presence rather than just stand there and attempt to maintain an air of superiority," Zelda replies waspishly, finally looking over her shoulder to see the sharp figure of the Rito Champion.

A flash of surprise cross his features, green eyes widening and golden brows twitching up, obviously not used to her less than diplomatic handling. He was quick to shrug it off as if it meant nothing to him.

Zelda nearly snorted; how she hadn't seen it before she didn't know. He obviously refused to be seen as anything other than in complete control of any given situation, which extended to an oversight of her character. Not that he had spent much time around her. Social situations were deemed a waste of time which he could be spending doing something productive. It was ironic really as that was a trait he shared with Link, who also disliked social situations and favoured more activity based settings.

Not for the first time, she wondered if Revali would have eventually wanted to spend time with them all had he given it a chance. As it was, his standoffish nature and constant blowing of hot air made it difficult to have any sort of casual conversation. Luckily, the other Champions had been able to disregard his constant need to assert himself and glossed right past it whenever they spoke to him.

The ghost of Revali had approached her while she was lost in thought, scrutinising her appearance and, more importantly, the weapons strapped to her back. He raised one feathered brow, circling her as he made his assessment before he spotted Link out cold on the floor, with Zelda's hand fondly stroking his hair. Revali squawked.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me! You?! And him?!" He gestured a quivering wing at Link, while he stared wide-eyed at Zelda has if she had just deeply offended him.

The sudden noise had made her jump, but then Zelda started to laugh. At first, this enraged the Rito Champion even further, his feathers coming to stand on end over his head and shoulders, before they flattened again as he sagged. The hand that had been weaving through Links hair came up to point at the despairing archer.

"Revali! You are utterly ridiculous," she gasped, managing to get most of her giggles contained before she started to speak again, "really? After one hundred years, that is the first thing you want to address. How about a simple 'hello'?"

The Rito's beak was now fully open as he gaped at her, he had never imagined that Zelda of all people would warm up to that Knight. Then again, they had been chumming it up rather a lot towards the end hadn't they? He scoffed, rolling his eyes and flapping his wings to his sides as he looked away from the 'Chosen' pair of Hylians. He couldn't help but glance back quickly though to see Zelda's reaction and was surprised to find that was still watching him. Oh, right, she was waiting for an answer.

"Hello," he sighed, as if it pained him oh so much, and was again taken aback when she grinned and gave a greeting in response.

"Hello, Champion Revali. I would say it's good to see you again but I did just read your diary, and you were not very polite."

Her admission caused Revali to flinch ever so slightly and he tilted his body away from her, obviously regretting his previous opinions.

"I feel, given everything that happened, I was perhaps too harsh in my choice of words. My appreciation for hard work is based on the results, which I unfortunately never got to see. Though I hear that it was entirely out of your hands anyway. Despite that, you kept going," he faced her directly, "I can admire that."

"Hindsight is a bitch as they say," Zelda said derisively

"It is," Revali agreed emphatically. "Here I am, waiting for a century wondering when the blasted parasite that beat me is ever going to be destroyed and then your Knight comes strolling up here and just knocks it clean out of the air. It was infuriating, but also eye opening. I had clearly misjudged him, as much as it pains me to admit."

"Revali, each of the Blights were designed specifically to take advantage of what made you all such fantastic warriors and protectors. Link doesn't have wings, so a Blight of wind would not find much leverage over him, but for you? It twisted your own element and made it unusable. It turned it against you. I was foolish to believe that our plan could work against such a foe for a second time."

"No, not you," the Rito Champion cut in sharply, turning away, "the entire Kingdom believed it would work, you at least wanted to try and find other options. It's funny how obvious things appear when you're dead."

He looked back over his shoulder at Link, still unconscious and undisturbed at Zelda's side, "did it really have to be him though, Princess? You couldn't have fancied anyone else, literally anyone."

"You sound so betrayed! He is incredibly sweet and he cares for me a lot, it's a shame you two never really came to a compromise. I think some healthy competition between you two would have been very beneficial." She sighed, blinking in confusion before asking, "why do you care so much?"

"I thought you and I were on the same page, that we agreed on the ridiculousness of everyone else thinking he was so great. Now, what do I see?"

"That I learned from my mistakes, I was wrong, Revali. As were you," she pointed out quietly, watching as he puffed up ready to dismiss her claims before deflating again.

"He couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge me, how am I supposed to take that?"

"He didn't realise that's what you wanted from him," Zelda explained and Revali's eyes narrowed out of incredulity. "It's true, he told me. He never understood why you were so hostile towards him, or why you wanted to prove yourself when it was obvious who the better archer was."

"That little, insufferable pric-"

"You, Revali. He knew from the moment he met you who the better archer was. Each of the Champions would have easily beaten Link in their specialised areas of fighting expertise, he never claimed otherwise. It's just that Link is capable of being highly proficient in all of those fighting disciplines. Proficient, but by no means a master. That's why he never responded, he didn't really understand what you were trying to achieve."

He was outright staring now, unable to fathom that all of his attempts to rile up the Champion, to try and goad him into a battle that he would most certainly lose, was all for nothing. His efforts to show everyone that he could beat the Hylian Champion had just sailed straight over the Hero's head. Revali thought he'd be more angry, but he wasn't. In the end he just felt defeated. He had played himself in the long run, and the Hero of Hyrule had actually respected his talents after all, without all of the posturing.

"I wasted all that time," the Rito murmured.

The accomplished marksman was obviously dejected and it was such a foreign sight for the former Princess, that she scrambled to think of something that could bring back his usual snark. To think that she'd hit a point where she missed it.

"Well, now you have the chance to just outright ask him to have a match with you. It's a lot easier when you just ask for things, nicely."

The dark blue Rito scoffed, about to offer a rebuttal when Link suddenly took in a deep breath and a frown appeared on his face as he fidgeted.

"Looks like your Knight is waking up, it took him longer this time," he noted, eyeing the Hylian on the floor as you would a small caterpillar.

"He's not my Knight any more," Zelda reminded in a sing-song voice but Revali just swept a wing across the space between them, metaphorically blowing her words away.

"Oh he'll always be your Knight, and you know it, only these days it's by his choice. As for what I actually came here to say; I want you to have my gift. I think it would be more suited to you."

"Me?!" Zelda spluttered, completely blind sided, "why would I be able to utilise it any better than Link could?"

"Well for starters," Revali began, raising a single pinion, "the thought of him just getting handed my gift makes my feathers itch. I tolerated it for the single purpose of destroying Ganon, but no more. Secondly, this will allow you to soar to even greater heights than you have ever believed possible, without having to reply on anyone. You would be free."

Zelda was met by a rather pointed look and then her body was shrouded in a pale green light as a sudden breeze rose up around her, spiralling through her hair before settling again.

"Try not to waste it," Revali said, before turning away to walk back towards his Divine Beast waving a wing over his shoulder, "I did work very hard on it, you know."

She blinked and he was gone.

It was a while before a gentle nudging at her side broke her focus on the spot where her Rito Champion had just been, and now never would be again. Looking down she found Link blinking awake, bleary eyed and sluggish as he tilted his face up to see her.

"Revali?" He croaked, coughing a little under the feeling of bruised ribs from where he had been tossed into a pillar. Zelda responded with a nod, her earlier irritation completely gone and leaving her looking a little lost.

Her faraway demeanour was quickly replaced by concern as Link hissed when he propped himself up onto his mechanical elbow, his left hand pressed against his right side. She zeroed in on the area causing him grief and immediately came forward to help him sit and then stand up.

"Come on, I can put a cooling gel on you before we make the flight back to the cabin for tonight. Holding onto the glider is going to sting I imagine but … I think I can help you with that."

Zelda's eyes twinkled with a new secret as she demonstrated her new gift; Revali's Gale.


Breathing in the crisp, frigid air and feeling the wind rush past his head, ruffling his choppy hair, Link knew that when he opened his eyes he'd be on the back of Vah Medoh. The flight back to the cabin had gone well, with Zelda able to hold him aloft on strong up drafts, before she then attended to the multicoloured bruise adorning right side. Standing in this dreamscape his injuries had no affect on him, allowing him to take as deep a breath of cool air as he could manage.

"I don't have anything for you. I already gave away my gift, so you can clear off."

Opening blue eyes and releasing the air he took in, Link took in the shapes of distant mountains directly ahead of him, just peeking out of the layer of thick white cloud that supported the Divine Beast he stood on. A quick scan of his surroundings revealed that Revali was situated near the entrance to the internal mechanisms of his Divine Beast, wings folded across his front and head turned to one side. He stood with a predictably dismissive posture, born from an assumption that no-one worked as hard as he did to get where he was, but Link knew better now.

The fact that the Master Sword chose him, based on qualities that could not be trained drove the Rito Champion to believe that what he had done was not enough. This in turn created his belittling attitude towards the Princess and his incessant need to prove that he was still the most skilled warrrior in his field. It was so obvious now, but previously it had been hard to see past the stand-offish nature and intimidating tendencies.

"Hello, Revali," Link greeted, watching closely as the Rito jerked a little at the sound of his voice.

Did I ever speak out loud in his presence before? No, I don't think I did.

"I know you don't have anything for me, you gave it to Zelda. Thank you, by the way, she hasn't stopped practising with it all evening."

"Hmf, good," the Rito said, turning his back on Link after recovering from his shock, "I wouldn't want my talents and effort to be neglected. Now, if that's all you've come here to say then you can be on your way. I thank you for freeing me and restoring my Divine Beast. There, now go."

Silence stretched between them and the Rito almost believed that Link had simply left. Then, light foot steps echoed across Vah Medoh's back to where Revali stood, and he cast his predatory bright green gaze backwards slightly to see the Hylian Champion approach him. He opened his beak to ask him what the hell he wanted but nearly choked on air when he saw what the small Hylian was offering him.

"Do you not want to battle me?" He was holding out the Great Eagle Bow in both hands for Revali to take, "I didn't damage it I promise. I used it against Ganon and nothing else."

Revali stared at his bow, and he knew without a doubt it was his original one, that he thought would have been lost over the side of Vah Medoh into the vast lake below. He was caught between gratitude and irritation that it was Link who stood here before him, handing him his bow back, before he brought himself to a halt. Hadn't Zelda told him that all he had to do was ask? It was clear that he had never really understood who Link had been as a person, and that the image he presented was just that, an image. Perhaps they could have been rivals, spurring each other on to greater advancements. Alas, circumstances had not been ideal nor had fate been kind. To either of them.

As Revali contemplated his options, it occurred to Link that he could have just gone along with Revali's pestering all those year ago. He hadn't really stood to lose anything by it. But his unwavering control on his actions and presentation had not allowed for such considerations. He was not going to waste this chance, a sentiment that was also mirrored in Revali.

"I suppose this area will suffice," he said, striding past Link as he delicately took his bow back. "It's not nearly big enough and there is no-one around to witness my inevitable victory, but yes … we can do battle here."

Battle they did. It was extremely fast paced, and only by the grace of Link's fledging time manipulation was he able to dodge some of Revali's more daring trick shots. Regardless, it did not take long for the pair of them to realise that this was fun. It was a shame that they had never reached this point while the Rito had still been alive.

Their competition ended with a resounding victory for Revali as he gleefully chirped about his win, weaving through the air above Link, who was flat on his back regaining his breath. Using his focus ability while dodging, dashing, and firing countless arrows in quick succession was a heavy order. He didn't really begrudge his fellow Champion his well earned victory - he hadn't held back at all.

The clatter of talons hitting the stone like surface of Vah Medoh's outer shell sounded by his head and Link looked up to see Revali, incredibly smug, peering down at him. He waved his arm weakly, sitting himself up to hug his knees and taking a deep breath of the soothing mountain air.

"Well, now I can conclusively prove that I am, in fact, undefeated in the art of archery. Even by the great Hero of Hyrule," Revali opened his wings wide and held them there for several seconds before he slowly dropped them back down by his sides. "If only my village could have seen me... I wonder if any of them even know who I am any more."

"They do," Link insisted, drawing the Rito's gaze, "the Rito who helped me, Teba, he admires you a lot. Teaches his son archery nearly ever day, and he is determined to try and achieve the same feat as you, to re-create your Gale technique. All of them think very highly of you. They're proud to call you their Champion."

He had expected Revali to make a candid comment about how of course they thought highly of him, but he didn't. Instead, he seemed to take the time to digest what Link had told him, mulling over his words with an appreciation that was uncharacteristic of him. His people's opinion really did mean everything to him.

"Did you have any family?" Link asked, gently, painfully aware in light of recent personal events that any close family of Revali's would most likely be gone by now.

"No, no family," Revali said, shaking his head. "I was free to do as I pleased. No-one to tie me down, no-one to hold me back from achieving my best."

"...No-one to miss you when you were gone."

There was a silence a top the Divine Beast between the two Champions, the winds closing in around them as the distant pale blocks of colour that were the mountains disappeared against the pale sky.

"I wish this Teba good luck," Revali said, voice barely audible over the whirring of Vah Medoh. "Perhaps, the Princess will even be able to demonstrate my technique for him."

"You should see her with a bow," Link commented, forgetting that Revali would no longer be able to do such a thing once their meeting came to a close. "She has a real gift for it."

Revali sniffed haughtily, looking out across the steadily lightening expanse, "she has good taste clearly."

"…It's a shame she doesn't have you to teach her."

At this, Revali did look at him, raising a single eyebrow in consideration, "I guess she'll just have to make do with the second best."

It was then that the Rito warrior seemed to realise that he had actually managed a civil conversation and, skies above, had been enjoying the Hero's company. The feathers on the back of his neck stood up in disgust.

"Ugh, I hate you so much."

Startled, Link was silent for a split second before he saw the Rito's disgruntled expression. He laughed openly.

"I'll miss you too, Revali."

"Oh, shut the fuck up," the Rito Champion replied, shoving a wing into the Hylian's face just before he, and the Divine Beast, faded away.

Link awoke in the early hours of the morning with a smile still set in place and a faint laugh escaped him. He clung to this light-hearted feeling before the inevitable sensation of loss could catch up to him. Zelda was still awake and he carefully wormed his arms around her middle, pulling himself in closer to her. A deep hum emanated from within her chest in reply and occasionally a faint green light would illuminate the space above him accompanied by a gentle rustle of his hair.

"I take it that it went well?" She asked as the light faded out, returning the inside of the cabin to a darkness illuminated only by the crescent moon high in the sky through the small window.

"Yeah," Link whispered, shuffling a little to get comfortable. "Finally got that match he wanted."

"How did it go?"

"Oh, he utterly trounced me. Go figure."

Zelda's laughter shook his frame as she held onto him tighter in an effort to keep quiet, and Link broke out into a yawn before he settled down to sleep. He was chased back into his dreams by a single thought:

Only one Champion left to free.


Well, that was eventful and emotionally turbulent. Trying to write Revali in such a way that kept him in character but also work out his personality to make him somewhat companionable to both Link and Zelda was a struggle. I think I built it up well, but feel free to tell me what you think.

Just Urbosa left now and then it's showtime~