Link thought that his day couldn't possibly get any worse. Of course, since that thought had unfortunately breached his careful mind, Fate decided that no, his day could possibly get worse, because how dare he question his horrible life!

But he's not bitter.

Link decided long ago that being bitter was completely and utterly worthless because it didn't bring anything to him. And, besides, he had seen firsthand what being bitter did to someone in the form of the pompous and irritating Rito champion named Revali, and he did not ever want to do anything that Revali did.

Though he hadn't quite gotten his memories back, he had gotten enough of them to now be aware of just the amount of suckage that was dumped on him for being the chosen hero.

But he's. Not bitter.

Anyways, the main reason this particular day sucked so bad was a very simple one: Link needed to climb. But the weather said, "No. Rain." So thus, Link was currently holding onto a mountain side for dear life while he was drenched in the sky's sweat. Halfway up, with no safe way to go either direction. Yay him.

And then he had to go and think "Well, at least it can't get any worse!" because that was tempting Fate and Fate didn't like being tempted, and promptly let Link know that via a swarm of keese flying towards him and knocking him off the mountain, apparently enraged at his mere existence.

Link thought about his life choices for a few moments, before sighing and pulling out his paraglider to (hopefully) make it safely back down before his arms gave out. Ironically, those keese had helped him in the end, since they had pushed him off the cliff in a way that allowed him access to his arms, but he still didn't appreciate being knocked off by literal floating eyeballs, and so he was going to be mad about it.

Link had been trying to scale the mountain to reach a certain fairy fountain, and as he had depleted Revali's gale already and didn't particularly want to lose his lunch by traveling via Sheikah Slate, climbing was his only choice. But then, rain.

So now, Link decided that he didn't care, and turned around to get back to Hyrule Field to do some guardian hunting. Technically, since he had finished the four Divine Beasts and all of the shrines (that he knew of, mind you), he was supposed to be heading to Hyrule Castle itself to take care of the Calamity, but something about that just… made him awfully sweaty.

He knew he had to do it, but yet… he wanted to get some more supplies before. He had been trying to enhance his amour with one of the Great Fairies, but the rain decided to not let him, and now he was headed to Hyrule Field to decimate some guardians and take their parts for some more over powered weapons. Seriously, if they could have made these things, how did Hyrule lose to a mindless pig man?

But that wasn't really important, Link supposed, as he trudged through the underbrush. He noticed a flower close to him, and reached out to grab it. Link remembered how much Princess Zelda had loved these and resolved to give some to her.

Link, after a lot of walking which he thankfully was quite skilled at, arrived once again at the ruined central Hyrule Field. He saw some guardians in the distance and promptly headed towards them, pulling out his Master Sword that began to glow due to the presence of malice. Link raised his sword slowly as he crept closer to the guardian, and just as he was about to strike, Something happened.

Now, when you were Link, a lot of Somethings tended to happen to you, and so you just took it in stride. However, this particular Something was Something that had never happened before, and so Link did not take it in stride.

What happened was this: a blur of people fell out of the sky. Honest to Hylia, out of the sky. And onto the guardian, which the guardian, quite understandably, did not appreciate. However, the guardian was now flipped over on its back and flailing like a two year old throwing a tantrum, so it couldn't do much.

Link hurriedly jumped over the log he had been hiding behind and shot the guardian's underbelly with an ancient arrow to kill it. He had been saving that for the Calamity, but whatever. The guardian flailed a bit more, before sparking and electrocuting itself.

"Hey!" He called, running towards the group of people laying on the ground. "Are you alright?"

When he finally reached them, however, he got quite a shock. There were six people laying on the ground in various stages of completely knocked out to sitting up. What was shocking, though, was that they all looked similar to each other and similar to him.

Link opened his mouth, and then proceeded to close his eyes. That worked a lot when he saw things he didn't want to, but this time it didn't, because when he reopened them, the people were still there.

The one who looked the eldest and coincidentally the tallest of any of them was standing on his feet. He had a remarkably calm expression on his face, and he was surveying the surroundings with interest. He had short, choppy brown hair, a pointed face, dark eyes, and long arms and legs. He was also wearing a tunic that was used in the legends for the ancient hero, and that was the major problem here. That meant-

"Excuse me?" said the brunette boy politely, interrupting Link's musings. Sweet Nayru, he even sounded like Link. "Where exactly are we?"

"Hyrule Field," answered Link, eyeing him carefully. The others in the pile were trying to detangle themselves and move to stand up.

The five of them looked even more similar to each other in a way that make Link wonder if they were quintuplets. There were two dressed in green, and one of each in red, blue, and purple. The green dressed ones both stood up, and Link realized that they didn't look that much similar aside from body type and a couple of other things.

One had tanned skin and a plethora of burns and scars across his face, while the other had a paler, youthful, and determined face. Their gear also looked slightly different as well, but that wasn't any important at this point. They were both blonde, however, and their tunics looked almost exactly alike, and this was all way too weird for Link.

"What," demanded the scarred one, "is going on?"

"Green!" cried the blonde in red, who had scrambled up quickly. "What happened? Is everyone okay? Blue? Vio?"

"I'll be okay," came a gruffer voice from the one in blue, "When Vio gets his useless butt off of me!"

"You act like I landed on you on purpose," retorted the purple one, rolling his eyes, but he complied and got up.

The four colorful quadruplets stood up, and then proceeded to notice the other doppelgängers.

"More of us?!" yelped the non-scarred green one, "I thought it was called the Four Sword!"

"It is," confirmed the purple one calmly. "They barely even look like us."

The Four Sword?! That legend must have been from thousands of years ago… How…

And here was when Link's brain decided it had had enough and went to take a short vacation, so all he could manage in response was, "Uh…"

"This," said the scarred one through gritted teeth, "is completely ridiculous! Trains was all I signed up for! All I wanted was to be a conductor, but no! Ghost princesses! Magic doppelgängers!" He waved his hands around to articulate his points, then took a deep breath. "Sorry for my outburst," he said in a much smoother voice. "I just… don't know what's going on."

"That makes two of us," replied the brunette good-naturedly. "Well, you know where this is? You said… 'Hyrule Field,' correct?"

It took Link a minute to realized that the brunette was talking to him. "Er," he said, wishing his brain would hurry up and return from Lurelin already. "Yeah. This is Hyrule Field."

"So we are in Hyrule, then," said the purple one, looking around interestedly. "Fascinating. It looks nothing like ours back home…"

"I've never seen you, either, and you did fall out of the sky, so…" Link shrugged. "I was on my way to fight a guardian when you guys literally fell on top of it."

"That was what that octopus thing was?" said the blue one, looking disgusted. "It was gross!"

Link laughed. He honestly agreed. "They are gross, and also evil, but that's not really relevant. How did you all get here?"

The quadruplets and the scarred one looked at each other. The brunette looked over at them and back at Link, and his mouth twitched slightly as though he found this funny.

"I'll start," he said. "I was on my way towards the end of the final palace of Hyrule so I could wake up Princess Zelda from her sleep curse, and right before I could claim the final Tri-Force piece, I felt myself falling, and I landed right on the- er- guardian."

Link felt like he had been hit during several parts of that story. There had been legends of an ancient Princess Zelda who had been cursed by her brother and woken up by a hero named Link… could this possibly be-?

"Is your name 'Link,' by any chance?" he asked the brunette, who blinked in surprise.

"Yeah," said the other Link, "That's me. How did you-?"

"I'm Link, too," replied our Link. "You're a hero of legends here!"

"Legends?" asked the other Link, now looking flabbergasted. "About what?"

"Waking the Princess, defeating a version of Ganon, holding the whole Tri-Force… a lot of things…" Link explained, "That all happened around… twenty thousand years or so? Give or take a couple thousand."

Sure, Link hadn't quite gotten all of his memories back, but Impa had been rather happy to tell him all about his past lives and whatnot. As such, Link now had them burned in his memory, whether he wanted them or not. He had never expected them to actually be relevant, but oh well.

"Oh," said the brunette Link in a small voice. "Well."

"Wait," interrupted the scarred blonde kid, "My name is Link, too! And I was heading to fight this demon thing that stole my Princess Zelda's body, and then I got snatched off my train and fell here!"

"I've heard that legend, too," said Link, blinking slowly. "The Hero of Trains… We don't have any of those here, but-"

"We were Link, too!" said the red kid, "But our Zelda got kidnapped, so we went and pulled the Four Sword to save her, and we accidentally released the Demon Vaati and had to go fight him! We were on our way, but-"

"We got pulled here," finished the purple one. His eyes were rather cold and calculating, contrasting against the red one's cheeriness.

"I've heard of that one, as well," Link said, nodding. He placed a hand on his chin. "You're all heroes of legend, but why are you…?"

"We should probably introduce ourselves a bit more," said the non-scarred green one. "Share our stories a bit- that might help us."

"I agree," said the scarred Link, nodding.

"Well, then, as Vio said, we were all Link, but we pulled the Four Sword and this is the result," the non-scarred green one said, gesturing at him and the red, blue, and purple Links. "I'm Green, the red one's Red, the blue one's Blue, and the purple one's Vio."

Link had been nodding along until the last one. "Why-?"

"I refused to be called Purple or Violet," said Vio bluntly.

"So, then, what about you, Link?" Green asked.

At that, all three of the other Links looked at him.

"Ah, right," muttered Green to himself. "Er, how do you all feel about getting nicknames to help differentiate yourselves? It's how we worked it out."

"I'm good with that," said the brunette Link, shrugging. Link and the scarred Link nodded in agreement.

"Oh! Oh!" Red raised his hand excitedly like a kid in class who knew the answer.

"Yes, Red?" asked Green, turning to him.

"Can I make the nicknames?" he asked, beaming. Green just made a "sure" gesture.

"Okay, okay… well, I guess we can't do colors, because those are already taken, so… tell me something special about yourselves!" Red leaned forward eagerly.

Link blinked and coughed, realizing that he would have to go first as the brunette and scarred Links were looking at him expectantly. "Uh… I have this Sheikah Slate-" here he pulled it off his hip and showed everyone, who looked quite awed- "I'm a Champion, and, er… not much else, to be honest." He gave an apologetic grin. "Sorry, I don't know how to describe myself."

"That's fine," Red assured him, tapping his chin in thought. "Well… how about 'Slate?'"

"'Slate?'" repeated Link, testing the word out on his tongue. "Hmm… Slate… Slate… I'm good with that." He had honestly been worried as soon as the word "Champion" had left his mouth that Red was going to try and call him that, but Slate was much better.

"Yay!" said Red, clasping his hands together. He looked positively delighted. "Now, you!" He pointed at the brunette Link, who smiled back at him.

"I can turn into a fairy," he said, grinning. "You can call me that."

"Fairy it is!" said Red happily. "Okay, now-"

"Wait, wait, wait," interrupted Blue, leaning forward in disbelief. "You can turn into a what now?!"

"A Fairy," repeated said shapeshifter. "Here, watch-" With that, Fairy promptly turned into his namesake. He look quite a lot more humanoid than regular fairies, though, interestingly. He turned back after only a few moments and said, "It takes a lot of magic, but it helps me hide from enemies, so it's usually worth it."

"That," said Blue, "is freaking awesome."

Fairy grinned again. "Why, thank you!" Slate was honestly a bit jealous. Hiding from enemies would have been useful quite a lot for him.

"Is it my turn?" asked the only Link left, obviously already knowing the answer. "Okay, well I command a train-"

"You can use that, then, because I honestly have no idea what a train is," said Red, looking almost saddened by this.

"Trains are like, uh…" Slate tried to explain what a train was, but found that his mind was still on vacation. Plus, how would one describe machinery to someone whose idea of advanced technology was a lantern? "Imagine boats but on land, and they have wheels."

"That's somewhat better," Red said, but he looked a bit more cheerful. "So… Train it is?"

"Uh, no thanks," said scarred Link quickly. "Er, train words, train words- Uh, steam, whistle, wheel, track-"

"Track!" declared Red, "Track sounds good! Are you okay with Track?"

Link considered this, and then nodded.

"Alright, Slate, Fairy, Track… got it!" said Green, nodding. "Now that we've got names, I say we share our stories as quickly as possible, and then… well, we'll figure it out."

"Okay," agreed Fairy.

They sat in silence for a minute, and Fairy raised an eyebrow. "Guess I'll start," he murmured, and then took a deep breath. "Well, when I was twelve, I met a lady named Impa who told me to search for the pieces of the split up Tri-Force of Wisdom…

A/N: yaya here's chapter 2! i was thinking abt having them trade stories and whatnot this chapter, but i think i'll hold off for now. don't worry though, we'll definitely be getting a lot of commentary from the other links once they begin to share their stories.