"There's more," Wild continued quietly. "In my visions of the past, of ten thousand years ago, Zelda met the first king and queen of Hyrule. The queen…Zelda was— is —her descendant."
"Incredible," Four breathed, stunned by this revelation. "She actually traveled that far back in time?"
"And met someone who, in a way, we're all connected to," Twilight added. "All of the princesses would be descended from this first queen."
Warriors winked and nudged Sky. "And, if she lived at the dawn of Hyrule, this queen can't be too far removed from you and your Zelda."
From his position across the fire, as shocking as Wild's tale was, the Hero of Winds reckoned the slightest breeze would bowl the Chosen Hero over. The captain's teasing words had him looking as though he'd been walloped with his Skull Hammer and stomped flat by a Hinox.
"M-my…?" Sky stammered, his mouth struggling to form the words. He began trembling all over as his wide eyes shifted from Warriors to Wild. "…Our?"
Wild nodded.
A glowing warmth ignited in Sky's chest, spreading to the rest of his body. Indescribable emotions welled up in his heart, threatening to burst and spill over. He stared down at his open hands. They tingled with electricity, already heavy with the weight of his future, but at the same time, he felt lighter than air. He could climb the highest mountain in a single night. He could sing for a year and serenade the four corners of the earth with his harp without sleep. He and Zelda— one day, they would become parents. He would be a father. Unshed tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision. "A descendent…mine and Zelda's…" he murmured.
"Hey, now. Don't start crying," Warriors gently teased, patting him on the back. Sky sniffed and wiped them. "Think of the example you're setting for the old man when he has kids of his own."
As Sky lowered his hand, his eyes met Time's. In a single moment of clarity, despite their differences, Sky saw himself in the older Hero's boots. Of Time, not bearing the world's fate on his shoulders, but that of his family's. Of what it meant to be a husband, of caring for and raising children. Of a purpose beyond that of slaying monsters and braving untold dangers.
He could picture it all so clearly, and yet doubt and terror of the unknown shrouded his mind. The importance of that burden, of that responsibility pressed heavily on his own shoulders, which felt so small and fragile in comparison. Could he ever bear it? Could he even rise to the challenge?
He blinked again at the Hero of Time, his gaze terrified but unwavering. Was this the beginning of an answer to the question he'd posed all that time ago?
With the smallest, almost imperceptive smile, the older Hero nodded.
Pure speculation on my end. I have a lot of feelings on the potential relationships between Skyward Sword and Tears of the Kingdom. Hope you enjoyed!