A/N: Here's another short story for you all. As you can see, my goal right now is to provide a simple tale for each Champion (including Link and Zelda). Initially, I planned to make a list of one-shots, but I realized that there would be no point in spamming the list for like 4-5 one-offs when I can combine them into one publication with a bunch of stories. By the way, as these are one-offs, these are not meant to be taken as a whole, but rather as clusters of stories. Enjoy!


Revali the Regal Rito

(a One-Shot by CST)

In his quaint and quiet quarters in his Flight Range, far away from a village spiraling around a staid and sturdy spire, a recalcitrant Rito reveled and relished in himself.

The redoubtable Revali had just undertaken a trial, the likes of which most mere mortals would not fathom to undertake. His objective was to shoot all thirty of the targets on and surrounding a gusty pillar within ten seconds. Although he failed in his task, for he missed two targets tucked away in the most secretive of corners, his efforts were much more magnanimous than any of the less experienced and accomplished archers of his species could ever elicit.

The multifarious maverick received multiple exhortations from the winged flightless creatures of his kind. The only obdurate and obstinate one who repeatedly recanted and repudiated his accomplishments was himself.

The petulant purple archer spent time adjusting the tension of his Great Eagle Bow, all the while punctiliously preening some feathers that had become obnoxious nuances. His mind began to wander, away from his blunder, adrift asunder, to that boy wonder.

The blonde-haired boy, whose name, Link, was bestowed upon him at birth, was the talk of the town. Rarely comes a day where the people of Hyrule didn't regard him as their lord and savior. He raised the sword that could seal the darkness, and he instantly attracted many citizens to his side, much to the annoyance, bemusement, and chagrin of the less-fortuitous and less-abled knights nearby.

The archer recalled his first meeting with the swordsman. Revali and Link had agreed to go on a journey alongside the eccentric warrior who they knew as Daruk. The princess of Hyrule had sent the Goron, Rito, and Hylian to a "group bonding experience." In reality, all she had wanted was to have a tea party with the overly meek Mipha and the jester named Urbosa.

Oh—the bird watching over me right now as I pen this manuscript warns me not to disclose how he found out of their deceit. Although I don't necessarily agree with his hubris, to prevent our mutual ignominy and to hasten my storytelling, I shall (reluctantly) honor his wish. He's already furious at me for including the whole "missing targets" thing, and I fear that he may refuse my salary if I delve too deep into his transgressions.

Okay, I've gotten the memo: less interrupting, more recalling.

On that adventure, the boys decided to talk about all their accomplishments. Well, the witness tells me that it was more like Daruk blabbing on and on about innocuous and insipid nonsense, Link being as talkative as a piece of cotton, and Revali pronouncing his plethora of knowledge. They continued their gossip and rambling until three Lynels rudely interjected in their conversation. Unbeknownst to the group, they had unknowingly encroached into hostile territory. The Champions decided on a plan to eliminate all three centaurs. Link would distract each one, Revali would stun them with a dazzling headshot, and Daruk would mount them and whack them with his slab of stone like the reckless cowpuncher he was.

That was just a plan, for the notorious heretic decided to mess it all up.

He decided to unleash a volley of bomb arrows on all three beasts; then, he routed them far enough so that each warrior would have to deal with only one instead of having to deal with them all at once. Apparently, his understanding of the word "collaborative" was "to each his own" rather than "united we stand." Now you, dear reader, may have expected that "divided we fall" would be the conclusion. Believe it or not, this was not the case here, for they actually managed to win the war. The word "they," of course, pertains to the trio of centaurs and not to the dissociated and disorganized group of warriors. The garish Rito was hit by a shock arrow right through his spine (he forgot that their shots home in on their target) while the sluggish Goron was outflanked and knocked out with a crushing blow to the head. The Hylian, seeing that his efforts to hold the monsters off were futile, decided to hastily retreat with his two allies, who were too broken and beaten to continue.

By the time the elf boy had treated his company's injuries, the sun had set, and their voyage had halted. At this point, the men had realized how similarly different they were. They had differences in terms of being loved or being shunned by society. Some were introverts, but some were extroverts. Some were presumptuous; however, some were humble. It was this variety and diversity that satisfied Zelda's criteria to form a group with them. Ironically, the lapses in their attributes only bonded them closer together...well, at least, that's how Link and Daruk's bond went. Even though the knight was the colder one in conversation, it was the bowman who couldn't forge a bond with either of his fellow warriors.

As the Rito's memories faded into the air, without a glimpse of a glimmer of any slight care, his daydreaming self stood up looking no worse for wear, and he went back to his trial to see how he'd fare.

If you can recall, a certain avian is monitoring me as I am making this composition. Feathers, the codename of the contributor, wants to make sure that no folly or degradation slips through the cracks. You have probably deduced at this point that this story is going to be a comedy; otherwise, it would not have passed the development stage. So yes, to put it bluntly, he did it flawlessly and scrupulously. His exemplary performance was dripping in finesse, and even under shrewd scrutiny, none could substantiate a bullseye that he had temporized.

After he received the most royal welcome in his village and became the basis of the name of a takeoff pad, instead of celebrating with his fellow Ritos, he decided to head back to his shroud of safety.

It was customary of those in Hyrule to brand gallant warriors with an alliterative title. The other champions were given tout titles by the people such as Urbane Urbosa, Dauntless Daruk, Laudatory Link, Zealous Zelda, and Motley Mipha. However, he felt that his rancorous rapport with most of his species would grant him a derogatory title such as Reclusive Revali or Reprehensible Revali. I feel quite sorry for him, for he possesses great skill, more than I could ever fathom. He wishes to remind me that my time on his territory is going closer and closer to expiration. He tends to condemn, criticize, and chastise others, which makes it hard for him to forge strong relationships. Despite his shortcomings, I don't think he is arrogant, nor is he pretentious. I think he is someone, much like you and me, who only wants the best that he could be. Thus, I plan to ratify him as Revali the Regal Rito, not only to satisfy his ego but also to show his resilience in combat, wherein he will defend the land, no matter what.

Here ends my rhetoric, made to last for a hundred years, and hopefully, it will last for a hundred more.