(—and i cannot seem to find my way home tonight)
A/N: added to the playlist this chapter: bird with a broken wing by owl city
if you don't recognize any of the names used for characters introduced this chapter, they're all from BNHA. check the end of the chapter for clarification if you don't recognize their names and are confused who they are!
Paragliding is absolutely exhilarating. Eijiro would be whooping in delight if he weren't almost immediately breathless from the thrill of it, his blood pumping loudly in his ears.
In the brief moment of freefall after he'd hopped off the plateau, his heart had lodged itself somewhere in his throat, and then when he'd snapped the paraglider taut his stomach had gone plummeting out of his body. But like, in a good way, unlike when the tower had rocketed up into the air and launched him with it. Even with the slight strain in his arms from holding onto the glider, this is the most fun he's ever had in his life.
Oh, he can't wait to just start leaping off of things—of anything. This feels awesome. This feels right.
He encounters his first moblin directly east of the plateau. He recognizes the towering, monstrous creature about ten or so seconds before he plants his boots directly on its face. They crash to the ground one after the other, but Eijiro's smaller and it makes him more agile, and he rolls to his feet with his sword out in under a second.
It's probably just the adrenaline rush leftover from his flight down, but Eijiro grins, bright and feral. He's lucky enough, or the moblin's disoriented enough, that the fight's over in seconds and Eijiro's blood is singing with the accomplishment.
The rest of the night's trek doesn't go so easy. Traveling at night is worse, it's always worse, and he knew that when he stuffed as many supplies as he could into his new bag and leapt off the plateau, but there's no way he could have managed to stay still tonight. But, hey, he doesn't have to now, because as soon as the sun dips below the horizon, stalkoblins are popping up from the ground to harry him. And not once, but twice as he tries to follow the road through the ruins he gets swarmed by two separate clouds of keese.
If he almost blows himself up throwing a bomb at the second cloud as they're swooping for his head, well, at least there's no one to witness it.
By the time he's reached the bridge down the road from the plateau, it's been well over an hour and Eijiro is tired, and achy, and frustrated. There had been two more moblins in the mix of monsters inhabiting the ruins that dotted the roads, and Eijiro had been confronted once again with the fact that things are not as they should be. That he is not as he should be.
It's like he knows exactly what to do, what all their weak points are, how they're going to come at him, but his body can't keep up with his knowledge. It feels like he's done this a million times, only this time he's just a little slower than he's always been, or he somehow misses the place he was swinging for with his sword, or, worse, he gets the timing correct and the aim right and he just doesn't hit as hard as he should.
He gets what Inko was saying about him not having fully recovered from his slumber, and he hates the feeling of weakness even more than the bumps and bruises that form because of it.
When the shrine just to the right of his side of the bridge starts peeking out, Eijiro almost groans. He thinks he's spent around an hour and a half just getting this far—and it's not far at all, it's really not; he can still see the Great Plateau over the tops of the ruins he's just fought through—and the thought of using his brain to puzzle his way through another exhaustive trial is not at all appealing.
But he doesn't know when he'll be back here next, if he'll be back again at all, so he sighs and treks up to the shrine.
It's well and truly dark out by the time Eijiro emerges from the shrine, more than a little put out to not at least have gotten a new rune for his trouble. It's late but not that late, and he entertains the thought, briefly, of setting up camp in the nook that surrounds the elevator into the shrine.
It would be sheltered on three sides, both from the wind and from the sight of any more monsters that stray near, so it wouldn't be the worst place to set up. Eijiro considers it for maybe fifteen seconds, but—but even bruised and frustrated, Eijiro wants to keep going. He's weary after two very full days back to back but he isn't tired, and he's still impatient to get to Kakariko Village. He's impatient to help Katsuki and Izuku already.
He adjusts his bag, double checks which of his weapons he needs to worry about breaking in the middle of a fight, and sets off across the bridge.
There's a man on the bridge keeping vigil over a lifeless Guardian in the near distance, openly terrified it's going to spring back to life and start firing lasers everywhere—Eijiro can't exactly fault him for that—who gives Eijiro directions to Kakariko and lectures him emphatically about staying as far from Hyrule Castle as possible. Eijiro doesn't see the point in telling the guy he's not gonna follow his advice, but the man seems just as desperate for real interactions with other people as Eijiro is, so Eijiro lingers as long as he can bring himself to, making small talk with him before he carries on.
There's another tower of Sheikah make, like the one on the Great Plateau, that stands right at the foot of the Dueling Peaks. It's absolutely dwarfed by their size, and he feels like placing it right next to such massive formations almost defeats the purpose of making a tower at all. He wishes he could say he reaches it at a better pace than he reached the bridge, but by the time he disposes of all the monsters—living and skeletal—that try to bar his path, swims across the river, and scales his way up the Sheikah tower, it's been just as long.
He's genuinely tired now, and almost any way he moves has his body complaining in a multitude of ways, but he doesn't want to stop. He just—he just wants to finally feel like he's making real progress, and for the three hours he's spent traveling, he feels like he's gotten nowhere.
Unfortunately, he's all but swaying on his feet by the time he's placing his Sheikah Slate into the tower's pedestal and watching as the blue liquid drips onto the screen. Once again he's gifted with a map of the entire region, a chunk two or three times the size of the Great Plateau just to the right of it. He can barely keep his eyes open as he examines the new information, plotting out his course to Kakariko.
Part of him wants to scream at the fact that he's not even halfway there, even though it hasn't even been five hours since he left the Great Plateau. That part of him demands he push onwards, make more progress, but…
In his state, it might not be long before he just passes out on the road, without finding somewhere safe to sleep. And that's if a monster doesn't take advantage of his exhaustion before he reaches that point. Ugh, he hates having a little bit of common sense and a faint sense of self preservation.
Before he finally caves to his internal debate on his need for sleep, the slate makes a new sound from its spot in the pedestal, and Eijiro blinks at a new icon that pops up—not on the map itself, but on the same tab as the map. Sheikah Sensor, it reads, and a message on the screen appears that informs him that the slate will now beep at him when he's near to a shrine and facing towards it.
Honestly, that probably will be helpful—but not now. He plucks the Sheikah Slate from the pedestal, and finally admits to himself that he needs rest.
Eijiro drops down to the highest rest platform before the top area of the tower, so that at least he's sheltered by the low walls on a few sides, pulls a blanket from Inko's tiny cabin out of his bag, and does his best to curl up and get comfortable. It really says something that he falls asleep almost the moment his eyes are closed, despite the hard stone beneath him and the wind still whipping past.
Tomorrow, he's gotta get serious. He needs to get to Kakariko Village, to figure out his next step.
Eijiro awakens stiff and cold, with several muscles protesting at the uncomfortable angle they'd spent the night in, but at least he feels more or less rested apart from that.
It's early, and there's nothing he longs for more than to be in a bed so he can pull the covers over his head and knock out for a few more hours, but unfortunately he is awake and he knows he'll have the energy to keep going for a while. Packing up his makeshift resting spot quickly, Eijiro's stomach gives an impressively thunderous rumble. He mentally rifles through all the food that he has in his bag but… but, fuck, dude.
He had to swim through a cold river, at night, to climb this tower and sleep in the wind and dark, and he's stiff and chilly and doesn't want to be awake and is it so much to ask for a warm, freshly-cooked breakfast? It's not, of course, but the problem is he's going to have to cook it himself. He passed a cooking pot about fifteen minutes back from the tower, across the river, but now he has to debate between his impatience for progress and his desire for a hot meal.
He only has to think of Inko's frowning face after she worked so hard to teach him to cook so he'd be taken care of, and the desire for a hot meal wins.
Eijiro climbs back up to the top of the tower, just for that extra height when he launches himself off of it, paragliding back down towards the cooking pot. That never gets less awesome—this time he does whoop for joy, hoping no nearby monsters come to investigate the sound. The wind whipping his clothes around him and ruffling his hair somehow gives him a sense of both peace and gleefulness at the same time, like he was born to just jump off of things left and right.
He touches down on the other side of the river without ever having to touch the water this time, a relief as he's still warming up from going to sleep damp from last night's swim. It's quicker to get back to the cooking pot than he remembers from the night before, which he mostly attributes to not having to fight stalkoblins every few steps but…
Well, he might have to concede he's been slowing himself down by stopping to pick every edible or potentially useful plant just to see how much he can fit in his pack. (The answer: a lot, he's discovered.)
He's still eager to get moving and doesn't want to waste a long time, so he throws together a hastily-cooked omelet with hylian mushrooms and hyrule herb. He considers adding a spicy pepper to help him recover from his cold night but—actually, he's got blisters forming in his mouth from how spicy Inko had made the food yesterday, so he should probably lay off the peppers for a day or so.
He settles instead for eating the omelet fresh off of the pot, shoveling it down still hot, and he's barely even started to chew the huge final bite he'd shoved in his mouth before he's lurching to his feet. The Dueling Peaks, cleft down the middle, rise huge and imposing nearby, and he's determined to make it through them with good time this morning.
He stares up at what he can see of the Dueling Peaks through the trees that crowd the road, and for some reason all he can think of is how it's said that the peaks used to be one singular mountain, until a dragon split it into two to create an easier path to travel. Sure, there's a river that cuts through the gap between the peaks that could be a less fantastic explanation, but Eijiro doesn't think it makes sense for the river to be what actually cut the mountain in half. Maybe it could create a cave through it, fine, but the river couldn't cut up a mountain, all the way to the top.
The way he thinks about it, it feels like it's an argument he's had countless times. He wishes he could remember the significance. He wishes he even knew who he'd be arguing it with.
He just wants to remember anything about his actual life, and it's a longing he can't shake as he enters the shadowed path between the two mountains. In this morning's trek, things become easier, at least for a little bit. In the shadow between the Dueling Peaks, less things grow for him to get distracted gathering and shoving into his bag, and he makes quick progress down the path at first, with his new Sheikah Sensor chiming at him the whole way to let him know there's a shrine ahead.
Of course, why would he expect anything to be easy, though, right? It goes smoothly right up until he finally sees the glowing orange of the shrine up ahead—on the other side of the river, on a cliff that stands maybe twenty-five or thirty feet up the inside of the other peak. His detour for a warm breakfast left him on the wrong side of the river.
He's already made the swim before, it's not that he can't make it across, but the river was cold yesterday and he knows it will be cold now. And besides that—he can see a disturbance in the water, almost directly in between him and the shrine, betraying two creatures swimming very fast just under the surface.
Lizalfos, his mind supplies, without even having to see them to confirm. Monsters that are agile, intelligent, and very dangerous to fight at the best of times, but when there's a water source, they won't come out of the river to where he can fight them. It makes them at least twice as dangerous.
Just as he's considering how he might be able to get across without swimming—he wants to avoid backtracking as much as possible, so waiting for the bridge much farther down the path is out of the question—and wondering if using his cryonis pillars would be colder or warmer than the swim itself, he hears a loud splash and the telltale sound of something whistling through the air.
Eijiro barely rolls out of the way before the rock spat at him by an octorok farther upstream smashes into the place he'd just been standing. The movement catches the eye of the nearest lizalfos, which then pops its head out of the water, rearing back to spit a concentrated stream of water at him he just knows is going to sting.
"Fuck it."
He doesn't have time to swim—the lizalfos will be much faster than him in the water, and he can't fight the current and dodge the octorok's stones—so he whips out the slate and makes a pillar directly below his feet in the shallows of the river. From there, it's a mad scramble to make ice columns ahead to jump to, rushing to make the leaps in time to dodge projectiles and water blasts. It's probably the least cool or competent he's ever looked or felt, slipping around on the tops of the columns and narrowly avoiding getting knocked the fuck out by hurtling stones that are bigger than his head.
As soon as he's across, he's dragging himself up the interior of the peak, trying to reach the ledge the shrine rests on, and the lizalfos lose interest fast but he still almost gets his head taken off by the octorok. Why the hell are those things so persistent?
When he finally sprawls on the travel gate at the door to the shrine, panting and reaching awkwardly up to press his slate to the pedestal from where he lays, all Eijiro can think is, this shrine had better be worth it.
Disappointingly, like the last shrine, Ree Dahee Shrine doesn't offer him another rune.
What it does have, however, is a hidden chest containing a bandana that, apparently, is enchanted to make its wearer scale cliffs faster. Thinking of the perilous climb just to get to this shrine while under fire, yeah, he's glad to have it.
It's almost an hour and a half later by the time he emerges from the shrine, and the lizalfos and octorok have thankfully all forgotten him by then. He's beginning to get that distracting feeling buzzing under his skin again, now that two more monks from the last two shrines have gifted him their strength or whatever, and he hopes he won't have to go all the way back to the Temple of Time just to alleviate that feeling once more.
If he does, it's going to be a while before he's willing to head back that way.
Gliding down from the shrine, Eijiro hurries forward, determined not to slow down any more than he has to.
It's over half an hour before he emerges from the other side of the gap between the Dueling Peaks, the sunlight finally beating against his skin again. The side of the river with the well-worn path had been devoid of monsters for once, probably because regular travelers kept it that way—but the damn shrine had put him on the side without the path, and he's got a few new scrapes and bruises and a much nicer sword for his troubles in dispatching what monsters had blocked his way.
Apart from the sunlight, Eijiro's greeted by the most welcome sight of all—people. Not a lot of them, but—well, more than any he's seen so far. There's a stable set up at a fork in the road, with at least eight people milling around tending to the horses or their own pursuits, and a couple more people coming and going.
He's only seen, like, three people since waking up—and one of them was a spirit, and another was just someone he saw at a distance, walking along the other side of the river. Now, he can see ten of them—men and women and children and—wow, okay, it's so nice to see people.
He wants to shout and wave and maybe cry a little as he runs towards them like a man who's been lost in the woods for months with no sign of civilization—well, close enough, right? A hundred years underground without seeing another person was surely grounds to act like that. He stays calm, though, apart from picking up his pace to an eager jog, to a point of entirely bypassing another shrine that sits on this side of the peaks, just across the path from the stable.
He can get to that later. He can talk to people now.
Altogether, if Eijiro's being honest, he's spent… too much time lingering here, especially after his determination not to waste time.
In his defense, the day had been young when he'd arrived—maybe only half an hour past noon? With the sun not even at its peak, it hadn't seemed as pressing to hurry on his way immediately, not when he finally has a chance to talk to some other living, breathing people. He has the opportunity to try and get a sense of what the world—what life—is like now, in the wake of the Calamity, but more than that he can just get a sense of normalcy from being around actual civilization again.
Eijiro doesn't have to have his memories to be acutely aware that he is, and will always be, a social creature. Just being around other people is a comfort. He soaks up the company and just the very existence of a remaining pocket of normalcy with eager relief, chatting with everyone he can and happily listening to the conversations of everyone around him.
He's flagged down almost immediately by a stable worker offering directions, which he doesn't really need but that doesn't stop him from pressing for all the information he can get about Hateno to the east, Kakariko to the north, and even the wild horses that roam the area. With how much he doesn't remember, with how much he doesn't know about everything that's changed, any information could be important.
After that, another man working the counter at the entrance to the stable gives Eijiro some tips about how to catch wild horses, and explains how registering horses at their network of stables across Hyrule works. He chats with a couple of little kids by the horses—well, mostly just sits and lets them chatter to him as they like.
A quiet, timid boy around his age—shit, what is his age?—with a massive, beetle-shaped backpack introduces himself as Koda and informs Eijiro that he's a merchant who travels all around Hyrule to meet new and interesting bugs and creatures, so the odds of them seeing each other again are high. When Eijiro questions what he means by 'meeting' the creatures, he learns that Koda has magic that lets him talk with animals, and Eijiro wastes no time impressing upon him how cool that is. It would be kickass to be able to talk to, like, a wolf or a bear or something.
Koda takes the praise with a squeak and a furious blush, waving it off almost frantically, so Eijiro decides to spare the boy more embarrassment by letting it go—but really, it's cool.
Letting Koda resume his conversation with his beetle collection, Eijiro introduces himself to a woman a few years older next, who tells him her name is Awata. She mentions making elixirs to him offhandedly, and looks concerned when he asks her about it—she seems to think it's a miracle he's made it to the stable in the first place without knowing about them. She gives him a quick verbal crash course, and Eijiro sees Koda shoot her a distressed look when she explains that most bugs and a few small critters can be boiled with monster parts to make them.
She also gives Eijiro a hasty elixir, which he takes with some mixture of suspicion and gratitude. He's just not gonna think about what's in there. If it helps him run faster, he doesn't need to know if he's drinking, like, boiled down keese eyeballs and slugs or something. He also makes a mental note never to make or drink an elixir in front of Koda. He's not a monster.
It feels like he's barely had time to blink before nearly thirty minutes have passed and all he's done is hang around the stable chatting with anyone who'll put up with him. The shrine just across the road from the stable still sits there, glowing orange in reminder that he really ought to get it done and get moving, but there's just one more person at the stable who he wants to talk to before he forces himself to leave this bubble of normalcy.
There's someone who's pulled a stool up to a crate just left of the stable, and has notebooks littering the top of that crate like a desk. In front of them sits a telescope that's gone untouched since Eijiro's been here, but they still toss frequent glances skyward as they sit unmoving at their little makeshift study, consumed by thought.
"Uh… excuse me?" Eijiro prompts, to try and gain their attention. He can't really tell if they're a man or a woman, but it doesn't really matter—to him, or in general.
They startle slightly, turning to blink up at him. "Oh—sorry, I was lost in thought. I didn't notice you there. Did you need something?" With them actually facing him, he can make out more about their appearance—they're around thirty, as best as he can guess, and despite their shortish, messy black hair falling into their face, he can see their eyes well enough to tell they're a shade of brown so dark it's almost black, though there are flecks of what look like a lighter blue catching the light. It kind of reminds him of a night sky.
"No, it's cool, sorry for startling you," Eijiro assures quickly, beaming to drive home that he didn't feel ignored or anything. "I'm Kirishima Eijiro, and I was just curious—" He gestures towards the entirety of the space they've claimed. "—you've got a whole setup here. Mind if I ask what you're working on?"
They smile, clearly not bothered by being interrupted. If anything, they look pleased by the interest. "No, I don't mind at all. Nice to meet you, Kirishima—my name is Hirooki Anakuro. I'd love to explain a little! I'm mostly tracking the movement of different celestial bodies; I've figured out the patterns of movement of a few of the figures above us, but I'm primarily focused on the moon."
A slightly closer look at Hirooki's notebooks reveals a lot of quickly jotted notes, star charts, and a few other sketches that Eijiro mostly can't make sense of at first glance. "The moon?" he asks, curiously. "Why the moon specifically?"
"With enough understanding of how most celestial bodies move, I think it's actually possible to predict when the next blood moon is. Well—I know it is. It's just a matter of spreading the information, so travelers don't get caught unaware when it happens."
"Blood moon?" Eijiro asks. The term isn't familiar, and his brow furrows.
Hirooki blinks at him, their already large eyes growing wider. "You don't know the blood moon? Surely you've seen it? When the moon unexpectedly rises full and red, and stains the entire sky the same grim, bloody color at exactly midnight?"
Eijiro stares. When the moon what now? "I… no?"
Seeming entirely taken aback by this, Hirooki leans back slightly in their seat. "It's been happening every so often for one hundred years now. It poses a very real threat to travelers, because in that moment when the sky turns red, any monsters who have been defeated across all of Hyrule are revived right where they stood. Whenever a blood moon happens, areas that had been previously made safe become a hazard all over again."
That shocks him—brings monsters back? But that's… he'd fought so many just to get here, because he thought it would make the countryside safer for travelers. All the monsters he'd dispatched instead of avoiding in the ruins that led here—they'd just come back to endanger someone else? "They really come back to life?"
Hirooki nods gravely. "You've really never noticed this phenomenon?"
"I… guess I must have slept through them all," he says, staring down at his feet. It's the understatement of the century, he knows—seriously, because he's been sleeping for all of the century that they've been happening. This… this explains a lot about the state Hyrule's in, almost moreso than the destruction it faced one hundred years before.
Of course people are so sparse. Of course there are so many more monsters than there should be. People can't spread out and retake any of the kingdom—not without the areas they'd retaken becoming infested again, as soon as another blood moon happens.
Hirooki doesn't seem to think it's an unrealistic explanation, at least, despite their surprise. "Well, I suppose if you've spent most of your life someplace safe, there probably wouldn't be much reason to take note. But the question of why and how have been plaguing most travelers for decades now. I have my own theories about that, but I'm still much more focused on when. I think when could save lives. It doesn't correlate to any particular phase of the moon, or happen every cycle, so most people don't know when to prepare."
Eijiro nods—he can see why that would be important. "Yeah, I can imagine. You said you have theories about why, though?"
"Yes, well. They're mostly afterthoughts, since they're not my area of specialty," Hirooki explains. "So I haven't put a lot of research into these theories, and they're mostly a secondary line of thought. But monsters seem to be more powerful in the darkness—it's why you see long-fallen monsters rising in their undead stal forms at night, but not any other time. Or, rarely, in areas that have no light even in the daytime."
Leaning forward again, they tap at their knee in thought. "So my suspicion is that the blood moon isn't what causes the dead monsters to rise—you see, the blood moon coincides with lunar eclipses, when the sun is blocked from reflecting light off of the moon. With the night darker than it normally gets, my thought is that something is taking advantage of that increased darkness, and using it to revive them. The Calamity itself, probably. Of course, I can't be sure of any of the rest of this theory—but I am sure that the blood moon only occurs during lunar eclipses."
That definitely does make sense, though—eclipses have always happened, Eijiro knows that much. Eclipses bringing monsters back from the dead, though, only started at the same time the Calamity had struck. "That's… crazy. I mean, the whole blood moon thing is. But I think you've gotta be right."
"I think it's likely," Hirooki agrees, glancing back over their notes. "If you're not going to be taking a bed at the stable for the next few nights, Kirishima, I recommend you be very careful. I don't have the exact pattern down yet, but if I'm right, the next blood moon will happen soon. So be smart on the road. It's not something you want to catch you by surprise."
Shuddering at the thought, Eijiro can't agree more.
A/N: find me on tumblr at belladxne!
characters introduced - Koda Koji / Anima from 1a replacing Beedle (i should HOPE you guys recognized him), Awata Kaoruko / Bubble Girl replacing Sagessa, and Thirteen replacing Hino (Hirooki Anakuro was Thirteen's prototype name).
i have this hc that like. okay, kirishima can totally handle spicy food. he likes it well enough. but bkg and the midoriyas are HORRIFYING with how intense they like their spice. kirishima can HANDLE his SPICE but if INKO made it? STRAP IN YOU'RE IN FOR A WORLD OF HURT LMFAO
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