Note: Remember to check out "Imprudence".
A story from Twilight's childhood.

Beep Beep Beep.

They mocked him, taunting at his failure.

"There's a fine line between courage and recklessness."

"As brave as you are, that does not make you immortal."

Clicking.

Three High. Three Low. Three High Again.

S.O.S.

S.O.S.

In the back of his muddled mind, Link faintly realized someone was carrying him, his face buried into their shirt as they sprinted to their unknown destination. He heard footsteps splashing behind them, those of sandals.

Rain pelted him, forcing his awake.

Consciousness that had eluded him began to fully return as his left eye slowly opened, seeing only white cloth. He licked his dry lips, tasting blood when he did so.

He attempted to open his right eye, only to find it firmly shut.

He faintly lifted his right hand to check his eye, scratching at a substance that felt like dried blood, sealing his eye shut. Pulling his hand back and inspecting it revealed that it was exactly that, blood covering the entire right side of his face.

Still very confused about who was carrying him, he sniffed the cloth, the scent of a wolf meeting his senses.

"Twilight..?" His throat was dry and his voice hoarse, he attempted to escape his hold. "Wha..?"

"Shush, don't move..!" His ancestor snapped, pulling him closer. "Dammit, Wild! Why the hell did you do it?"

He was still confused, beginning to ask his ancestor what he meant before his eyelids drooped, and faded into darkness once again.

He came to once more, this time the air felt different and he was no longer getting soaked by rain. The air was warm and felt enclosed, like a house.

Thick, intoxicating herbal scents assaulted his senses and made him want to retch, burrowing into Twilight's arms to escape it. Voices met his ears as his ancestor adjusted his hold awkwardly.

He was moved across the room and laid down on a table. Forcing himself to stay conscious and well, he forced his eye open.

There was a bright light blinding him at first, forcing his eye shut just as quickly. To his relief, someone stood in the way and blocked it, allowing him to reopen it.

His unrestricted view let him see the young woman staring down at him, her blonde hair tied in a ponytail, with thick-rimmed glasses peering down at him, inspecting him closely.

The only thing that prevented him from mistaking her for Zelda was the blue-green streak in her hair and her fiery red eyes.

She looked away for a moment. "You said he fought a new type of Lynel? What in Nayru's name made him do that?"

"It was attacking Kakariko, so he decided to lend aid when he could." Zelda's voice said from the side.

"Well, you should've stopped him." The woman said matter-of-factly. "Now he's half-dead and the Lynel is still at large."

"Oh, he killed the Lynel."

She seemed surprised. "Wait, He did? I..Uh, Wow..."

Her scowl turned into a impressed look. She turned back to him, he noticed her hands waving over his body like...

Like Mipha.

That familiar feeling returned, the blood in his body, the solid feel of his bones, all being manipulated by magic, for better or for worse. The control she had over his body frightened him, she could kill him right there, and nobody would be none the wiser.

"How bad is it?" He heard Twilight ask, his voice tense.

"Hmm...Five Bruises ribs, two cracked, Heavy Blood loss, two fractures, one clean break..." She rattled off, straight faced. "Yeah, I can fix him, but recovery is gonna take about a week."

"Alright, that's it." He heard Twilight growl. "Until he's better, you are NOT taking him anywhere else!"

"It wasn't my fault! In the same position, you would've done the same!" Zelda yelled back. It seemed like they had been arguing for a while.

"Yes! And I would've been in the same position as he is now! Lying on a table, my own blood covering half my entire body, barely conscious with mortal injuries!"

"Can you two shut up!" The woman turned and yelled too. "I need to concentrate, so quiet down or leave!"

Heavy footfalls accompanied by a door slam followed. He forced his head to turn, causing much more pain than intended as he seized up. He gritted his teeth, forcing his eye back open, seeing that Twilight had left and Zelda was pacing the room, clutching the Master Sword to her chest, face etched with worry and anger.

His head was forced back by the woman, the pain too much for his tired mind as he faded away once more.

Once more, he woke up to a horrible smell, this time it was directly next to his nose, forcing him upward to swat it away.

The It being a vial of incense meant to wake him.

He instantly regretted it, clutching his chest when he felt bruises and cracked ribs throb under the sudden movement, his breath leaving him in a wheezing cough.

"Ow, thanks for that." The woman from before said, rubbing the hand he smacked.

"Oh...Sorry." He coughed, opening both eyes. "Ugh...Feel like I got smacked with a boulder."

"Chances are you did, Mr. Hero." She grinned. "Name's Levia, your life saver."

"Get in line." He muttered, swinging his legs off the table, checking himself. "Where am I?"

His tunic and trousers were removed, leaving him in only his boxers, plus the bandages covering his arms, torso, and legs.

"Castle Town, in my little clinic here." Levia said. "Your friends brought you here after you fought that Gold Lynel." She looked up in thought, smiling. "It's quite interesting, I don't think there have been accounts of such a beast before. But, as evidenced by your injuries, it's much more dangerous than it's lesser brethren."

Link tuned out her rattling, she reminded him of Zelda to say the least, in a least pleasant way. He peered around the room, jars of blue, red, and green liquid cluttered the shelves, along with herbs and plants of various qualities whose scents assaulted his nose. A crooked stack of paper on what appeared to be a work desk were stained with ink and other stains.

Satisfied with the survey, he looked down and tested each of his limbs, finding his left arm hard to move, guess that was the clean break she'd spoken about. His legs were stiff, possibly the fractures.

The Lynel was tough, and hit like a damn mountain. While he may have defeated it, he was lucky he wasn't crippled for life. His mouth thinned into a line, stomach sour at the thought.

"How long have I been out?" He asked, looking over at her. "Is the Fall Festival over?"

"Just through the night, the Festival is tomorrow." She shrugged. "As for attendance, I guess you could still go, as long as you take it easy. My magic fixed you up mostly, but you'll still need to recover a lot of your blood and rest your bones."

His eyes narrowed. "So, you can use healing magic as well?"

"I'm a Witch." She said casually, earning a look from him. "It's expected to know how to fix your mistakes."

"Hmm..." Honestly, that didn't really surprise him. (And she had a good point.)

But her appearance, a bit nerdy, with a white shirt and petticoat with rolled up sleeves, and those big glasses. She did not have the appearance of a witch at all.

"Here, Zelda left these for you." She set a bundle of clothes on the table.

They looked like the shirt and trousers he'd found in the Shrine of Resurrection, difference being that this pair weren't coming apart at the seems, and the trousers weren't too short either.

Levia turned her back as he dressed himself, hopping off the table, his legs feeling weak as his joints popped. Once she turned back, she handed him small mirror.

His face had a few scars, three crossing his cheek, another one across his temple. His hair, probably stained with blood, had been washed and seemed less regal without his signature ponytail.

"Zelda coming to get me?" He said flatly, handing the mirror back. "Don't think I'm in much need of an escort."

Levia shrugged. "Considering the Yiga that attacked you the other day, and your current injuries, I say that an Escort is well needed. Never mind the fact you're unarmed."

He frowned at that, remembering that he didn't have the Master Sword with him, he'd seen Zelda holding it before. Chances are it was in the Castle, or Zelda was carrying it with her.

Link sighed, sitting back on the table and putting his head in his hands, feeling very drained.

After about ten minutes, the door of the clinic opened and Zelda stepped in, dressed in her Champion's Tunic, with the Master Sword strapped to her back, confirming his theory. Her worried expression turned to one of relief upon seeing him crack a smile at her.

"You can go ahead and take him back, but remember, he needs to rest. No adventures for at least a week." Levia instructed her. "Make sure he gets plenty of water to replenish his lost blood. Overall, just try to take it easy. Have a good time during the Festival and don't have him do any strenuous activities."

Zelda nodded and motioned for Link to follow her. Walking out of the clinic right behind her, he immediately knew they were in the Western District. They continued on towards the castle, her back to him and her head low.

"So..." He said, breaking the uneasy silence. "That happened."

A laugh escaped her, or was it more of a sob laugh?

Sad to say, but the looks the townsfolk were giving her hinted toward the latter.

Quickening his pace until he was beside her, he saw that her eyes were red and puffy, no doubt she'd been crying for a while now.

"Zelda..." He said softly, no reply was received. "Zelda?"

She didn't even look at him, only continuing to walk.

"So this is what it feels like..." He murmured, reaching and grabbing her shoulders, making her stop and face him. "Zelda."

Her gaze was low, but eventually looked upwards look at him directly.

"I could have stopped you." She said blankly. "If I had, you wouldn't have been hurt, but...then it would have attacked the village and even have killed someone."

He cringed inwardly for putting her through that.

"Zelda, I knew the risks." Link said firmly. "I'd gladly lay down my life, if it meant even one person didn't have to die."

"Yes...but..."

"When I went to fight Calamity Ganon, I didn't expect to live." He sighed. "I expected to defeat Ganon and free you, but at the cost of my own life. I expected to die. It was a cost...I was all too willing to take."

She gave him an aghast look. "You aren't serious..."

"I am..." He said solemnly. "Zelda, I need to tell you something. That I found myself, from the moment I left the Shrine of Resurrection, lusting for a fight. I assume I'd always felt that way, but the discipline of being a royal guard helped ease my urges. But after my memories were lost, I became the blood knight I've technically always been."

"...That...explains the mountain!" Zelda said, eyes wide.

"Huh?" He blinked.

"When I found you on that mountain, you had fought all those creatures and monsters, the lynels, the bokoblins and moblins. You had wiped out an army, all without orders to do so."

"Oh, that." He frowned. "I guess so, I'd just assumed they had attacked me."

"I had too, but I guess I know the real reason now." She frowned. "It still doesn't change the fact that you got yourself hurt though. Twilight is really angry about it, he thinks I let you go without a thought of your safety."

"He's an odd case, ain't he?" Link grinned, his hands descending and taking hold of her's.

She laughed in return. "I guess so."

He laughed too.

Instantly, his chest seized and his ribs burnt in pain. He cough harshly, nearly falling to his knees clutching at his chest. If Zelda hadn't caught him, he'd have fallen smack right on the pavement.

"Link! Are you okay!?" She yelped, scared to death, helping him to his feet.

He waved a hand, coughing roughly. "Y-Yeah...Hurts to laugh..."

"Listen, Link. There's a fine line between courage and recklessness."

He laugh, lightly this time to avoid another fit. "Both are awesome."

Zelda smiled, but continued to stare at him in concern. "Link, you have to remember. As brave as you are-"

"That doesn't make me immortal." He said sheepishly. "Yeah, I know."

Link looked back at her, her big green eyes meeting his sapphire ones. Every time there eyes have locked, this happened. They entered a world where no one else was, it was just them. Link and Zelda.

"Link...There are people around." She said, sounding flustered.

He pulled her close and kissed her on the lips, causing her to blush. Townspeople or not, he loved Zelda, and it was a horrible feeling when he made her worry. He didn't deserve someone like her, and she deserved someone better than him.

Someone who didn't like to get into life threatening situations.

Of course, now that he thought about it, the Townspeople were kinda getting annoying with their stares.

Raising an eyebrow at them, he broke away and took hold of her hand, leading her down the road to the castle, and away from their prying eyes.

"I'll talk to Twilight." He said lightly as they walked through the Castle Gate. "As for us, I'm actually looking forward to a week of relaxation. We can go camping or something if you want, just like old times."

Zelda smiled, standing on her toes and kissing him on the cheek. "I'd like that."

After entering the Castle, they both went to Link's room. Twilight was there, leaned against the far wall, hidden in the shadows looking out the window to the courtyard.

"Y'know, creeping in the shadows actually make sense for you." Link jested, grabbing his pack which had been thrown on the bed.

His memoir was intact, so he sat at his desk and continued to write, much to his ancestor's chagrin.

"Shut up." He growled. "You need to be resting."

"Oh calm down, Twilight." Zelda said, sitting on the bed. "He's agreed to not-"

"You don't have any say in this!" He yelled, stomping from the shadows.

"Stop it!" Link stood up and held his hand out to stop him, his palm resting on a golden chestplate.

He blinked in the surprise, Twilight's enshrouded figure coming into the light, wearing a set of golden armor that he'd never seen before.

The chestplate were his hand was bore varied motifs carved into it, with one engrained emerald. The pauldrons, boots, belt, and armbraces shone magnificently in the light, underneath was thick, but light mail covered by a red tunic.

A black undershirt and black baggy trousers went well with the armor, and a red cap with golden designs completed the image.

"I was out for a day and we're already at war?" Link snarked, withdrawing his hand and stepping back. "What's with the armor?"

"Since you had to go get yourself hurt, Zelda asked me to act as Royal Guard in your stead for the ball. Val is running the Tavern while I'm gone, so I accepted." Twilight smirked. "Since I gave you my tunic, I decided to wear something different and more...fitting for the role."

"Well, it's works." Link shrugged. "Much better than my Champion's tunic, I bet."

"Oh..." Zelda bit her lip. "I hate to break it to you Link, but your tunic is in no condition to be worn, it got damaged in your fight. So you'll have to make do until I can mend it."

"What!?" He frowned. "But I don't have anything fitting for a Hero to wear."

Twilight hummed for a moment, before patting Link's shoulder. "You'll figure something out Wild, I'm sure."

He walked out, probably to help with preparations. Link looked pleadingly to Zelda, who simply shrugged. He sighed in exasperation and crossed the room to his wardrobe, where he kept his armor and clothing he'd collected through his adventure. Opening the door, he pulled out a chest that contained the armor, the wardrobe proper contained the more less space-consuming clothes.

Zelda stood up and came over to help him, taking interest in some of the armors, like the Ancient and Rubber sets.

Hylian Tunic? Too Common.

Soldier Armor? Too Heavy.

Odd Red shirt with a familiar logo on it? No.

He sighed, not satisfied with any of the outfits, especially for a huge event. Sure, he could go in dressed in full battle armor, but he was a casual kind of person.

"Since I gave you my tunic..."

His eyes darted across the room to his dresser, on top of which laid the Green Tunic passed down through the ages. A smile parted his lips as he found the perfect thing to wear.

Walking over and gathering up the tunic and cap, he lay it on the bed and inspected it. An idea struck his mind as soon as he noted the worn state of the equipment.

"Is it just the Tunic that's damaged?" He asked Zelda, who nodded in reply. "Can you get me the straps and bracers?"

She nodded, walking out for a moment. Link took the Tunic and shook it to get rid of any dirt or whatnot that may have been in it.

To his surprise, a mask fell out, one of a Wolf.

At first, he thought it was Twilight's, until he saw the Facial markings were different than his.

Then he realized that he'd lost his own mask when he fought the Lynel, he frowned, realizing he'd have to tell the Mask Salesmen about it.

Link sighed, setting the mask to the side for now.

Zelda returned with the equipment. Stripping the tunic of it's straps, he replaced them and the armbraces with his own, then set them aside.

Slipping the Tunic on and securing the newer straps and bracers, he grabbed the Cap and placed it on his head, turning to look at himself in the mirror.

"Like the Hero of Legend." He grinned.

"A hero will need this then." Zelda remarked, unstrapping the Master Sword from herself and fastening it around him. "I'll go get your shield."

"Alright." He inspected his image as she left. "History repeats itself...Heh.."

He took off the cap, letting it sit behind his head like a hood, ready to be thrown on should the need arise. His eyes drifted to the Mask, a small smile forming on his lips as he took it and clipped it onto his belt.

He went to his dresser and grabbed a hair band off it, tying his hair back into it's signature ponytail as he stared at his reflection with a satisfied smirk.

Zelda came back in with his Hylian Shield, dents, scratches, and scorch marks had been cleaned and buffed out, restoring it to it's former glory.

He stood still as she hooked it onto his back, completing his outfit.

"Alright, I wanna rub this in Twilight's face now." Link laughed. "This is aweso-"

A loud rumble cut him off, the room shook hard, even the window began vibrating. Both of them rushed to the window, staring outside.

"Link...Is that?" Zelda's mouth dropped.

"...Vah Medoh." He breathed.

The Divine Beast Soared over the Castle, it's propellers thundered loudly, figures of Ritos were flying alongside it, like it was the leader of one big flock.

Zelda held up the Sheikah Slate and zoomed in on it, revealing Rito and Hylians were standing, both atop it and inside it, peering down from the windows on the side.

"They're using it to travel." Zelda remarked. "Amazing."

"They, are not the only ones." Link said matter-of-factly.

Zelda had to crane her neck to see what he meant. Vah Ruta was traveling up the Hylian River from Zora's Domain, heading towards the docks behind the Castle, it's Zora entourage swimming alongside it as well. It's trunk reached out to form a bridge to the docks, where they could travel around the castle and into town.

Vah Rudania, lacking any special means of Travel, had trudged down from Death Mountain and passed the Wetland Stable, it's Goron crew perched atop it as It half-climbed the Obelisk on that side, allowing it's passengers exit safely on the ground.

Vah Nabooris came stomping in from the Breach of Demise, shaking the very earth as it perched on Mount Gustaf. It's Gerudo passengers held on tight as it knelt down to let them off safely.

As for Vah Medoh, it used the mountain next to the Quarry Ruins as a landing pad, retracting it's massive wings as it lowered to the ground as the Rito flew off and Hylians jumped off safely.

"I...didn't expect this." Zelda stuttered, shocked. "I mean...Wow...Are they all here for the Festival?"

"It appears so. " Link suggested, pulling on his cap. "We'd better go greet them."

"Yes, we should. Come along." She motioned for him to follow.

As they walked down the hall, Link found himself smiling. "This is awesome, Zelda."

"Hmm?"

Link clenched his fist in triumph. "I picked the best day to wear Green."

She laughed, shaking her head.

Despite the fun and games, Link still heard the clicks.

The Beeps.

Why did he keep hearing them, even now? Was it because the divine beasts were closer?

The clicking...

Three High. Three Low. Three High again.

S.O.S.

S.O.S.

-Might I say that I finally found a reason to have him wear the Green Tunic while also letting it be known he'll wear the Champion's Tunic later? Keep note that it's Twilight's Tunic, but with Wild's armbraces and straps that appear on the Champion Tunic. So it's the best of both worlds.

-I'm very sorry for the late update, My mum has been dragging me out to walk 5-7 miles in less than 3 hours, so I'm beat every time I'm home. My power went out today so I lost some material for this chapter, but I think I've either remembered it or replaced it with something better. Let me know what you think.

-Now, to elaborate. I decided to base the outcome of the Golden Lynel fight on my very own first Lynel fight. I won...but I walked away with 1 and half hearts out of 20 hearts and almost no weapons bar the Master Sword (Which was about to run out of energy.)

-The Title, is...very realistic with context.

-Squeeee! Twilight's wearing his Magic Armor. (Now powered by Twilight Magic to compensate.)

-I'm happy for Link and Zelda, their relationship is pretty good all things considered. (That's actually the first time he's kissed her on the lips. It being in public was bonus points.)

-Fun Fact: Levia was actually a character in an old Minecraft Fanfic of mine, she was a Witch that some Villagers had taken the wounded protagonist to so he could be healed.

-And of course, the Divine Beasts congregating to Castle Town for the Festival. Next chapter will feature Sidon, Yunobo, Riju, and Teba.

-I experimented with the idea that Rito Village was moved onto Vah Medoh, because that place is like a floating palace/city (Which is technically is.)

-The S.O.S. code will be featured, but not elaborated on in this Saga, but the next. So be ready for that. :3

-Of Course, please go check out Imprudence, a story from Twilight's Childhood.