It's cold; obscenely such. He doesn't know where he is. It seems... Earthly, but also foreign. This is next level of winter. There's a ruin about two kilometre in front of him and he walks towards it. Not much is on him; just a map and a hope of finding civilization in this barren wasteland. The boots he's wearing are wearing on its soles and the winds are blowing him back as a result. He perseveres and found someone up ahead.
"Weary traveller, it seems that you are lost," that someone said.
"I suppose not, but actually yes," he replied.
He observes the details; blue eyes, solar golden hair, stretched ears as if a screwed-up game of GMod, it's a woman, he sees; yet... not? He can't put his finger on it. He follows the strange woman back to the ruins, a large one in fact. The stones covered in thin ice and vines of evergreen entwine your visual input. There is a large atrium, observed by a piece of dome lay barren in the middle of the room. Tall medieval windows and long corridors can only tell one thing.
"A castle?"
"Yes, Hyrule Castle, in fact. It's been awhile since someone of nobility steps into this ruin."
"Are you, though?" she asked quizzaciously.
"Nah, I'm just a musafir; a journeyman," he replied.
He follows her again, deep into the fallen dome, where a man in blue is maintaining a fire for warmth. His hair is insultingly long, and just as blond as the woman. "Must be relatives," he thought back in his mind. He sits just south of the hearth, the woman facing west and the man facing east.
"Company," the blond laconically said.
"Indeed. Sorry to disturb your home."
"What's your name, o journeyman?" the woman asked.
It's been awhile since someone asked that question to him. He always keeps his real name from others; in fear of getting caught for the crimes he did. But he knows that's wrong. Its best to give himself in, but clandestinely. His identity is best left for guesses, or mythology.
He came up with an answer, "Quills."
"Oh, I'm Zelda and this is Link," the woman replied.
"Yes," Link replied. "Pleasure to meet you, Quills."
Quills nod and gets his hand out from his blue jacket, wet with melted snow. It seems that the only element left from this desolate of a grand castle is these people, guarding it. There's a sword to his left, on the back of a shield, coloured blue, yellow and purple. Its sheen blinds him from seeing more details of it. It seems... heirloom, like it has seen countless battles from foes ago. But its edge remains sharp, awkwardly so; inhumanely so.
"Damascus steel?"
"No," Link replied, "but something similar."
"I was assuming that that knowledge's lost," Quills replied.
"The Master Sword is an heirloom weapon to the Hero of Hyrule and was forged by the goddess Hylia herself. It was blessed by three springs across Hyrule and it said that it is given to the chosen hero by the goddess herself. It's the weapon that seals darkness and evil away," Zelda explains concisely.
"I see; observable."
"It seems that technology here really is greater than the one's back at my place. We regard technology not as mythical but more... practical, problem-solving complications in the real world instead of revering a deity through constant development. It is profound, I should say."
"Sheikah technology is ancient, but it's actually fascinating. It can create divine beasts and move huge rocks with ease. It even created this," Zelda break down as she produces what seems to Quills to be a tablet.
"Ah. I see," Quills said. His mind goes into questioning mode; "Is this civilization advanced enough so I can stay here for a while? Or maybe, is it just me that's too advanced for them?" His hands scratch his chin, but only for a while; he looks up and see the embers of the hearth dancing, like fireflies in summer. He thought again, "Someday, I'll be like them if I'm good enough, fly high and die out. A speck of light, sure; but enough for at least someone to take interest."
"What's on your mind?"
"N- Nothing, Zelda! Nothing out of the ordinary."
He coughs and gets his paper out; sort of soaked from the snowstorm. He opens it in front of them, laying in on the ground. "I assume we're somewhere in the middle, yes?" Quills asked. Zelda and Link hunches over the map, looking at it keenly. The map is in surprising detail, for an A4 paper. It seems, to both, that this map is no work of a Hyrulean, it seems that this map is… divine.
"Nice. Detailed," Link commented.
He can see everything; Hyrule Castle, Gerudo Town, Death Mountain, Duelling Peaks, nearly everything. Its strewn before them, in exquisite accuracy. His memories fire up in the grey matter of his brains; the time he tried crossdressing, the time he defeated Calamity Ganon, the time Zelda implicitly tells him she loves him. Everything flashes by like it was a Bourne movie. He closed his eyes for a moment. Quills looks at him. His facial features describe… nostalgia, a longing view to the past. His face seems… calm. It calms him too.
"How did you gain a map with such detail?" Zelda asked.
"It's always with me since I'm here." Quills after all came here by basically thrown into a frigid storm. He doesn't know how to escape, but at the back of his mind he thought, "Alright, this seems to be the way out." I don't know why, but it's just… there."
"Maybe a sign of times to come? Indeed, it's a map, but… it can be anything."
"Possibly. But maybe not." Link lays down and crosses his legs.
Zelda snuggles up, not with anybody, just with a thick futon and sleeping bag cross over, sort of like a very fluffy burlap sack. Both slept. Quills stays up and contemplates.