Urbosa's POV

The heroes were… strange to say the least.

I admired their family dynamic, how they put each other over themselves, and how quickly they adapted to our Hyrule, a place they've never been before.

They seemed to know exactly how to fight our monsters and where to find food.

But then there was Wild.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get a read on him.

He was distant and quiet to strangers. He looked at Link, Zelda, and us champions with such profound sadness.

I remembered how he's from the future.

Maybe he's far enough that we've died. Could that explain all the sad looks? I don't think that's it though. But I didn't want to push.

And where did he get that arm of his?

Occasionally, it would glow green, but most of the time, it was dormant. At least, that's what it felt like.

When on the road, he hid his arm beneath his cloak, just in case we met any strangers.

…Whom seem to scare him.

I learned from Twilight how Wild is afraid of strangers. They make him antsy.

And yet he showed no variety of fear when he met us.

Sure, it could be because we saved him from the Yiga. But I felt unwillingly, a sort of companionship with him.

Let's not forget the fact he looked exactly like Link. But with horrible burn scars that he won't elaborate on, and long hair that looks like it's grown for a century.

I've only heard Link speak once, and even that was a whisper, like he would get hurt if he tried to speak loudly, but Wild's sounded a lot like him. Even though the Hero of the Wild's voice is raspy from slightly damaged vocal cords.

Nothing made sense with this boy.

I caught Link trying to talk to him, but Wild always managed to maneuver around him.

Their game of cat and mouse amused several people. None of them were the heroes, who seemed to be getting agitated toward Link.

Finally, Link gave up and let his horse slow. Letting me on my horse to catch up.

"Having fun there?" I mused, trying—and failing—to keep a straight face.

Link scowled. "I just want to know if we're somehow related, so I'm trying to get his last name out of 'im, but he keep avoiding me."

I was struck with how similar their voices were, now that I had something to compare them with, Wild talking loudly in the background.

"Well, maybe you should respect his wishes. He may not be our hero, but he is a hero."

Link sighed. "But still. He's acting as if one single name is a big secret."

"Maybe he doesn't know what it is." I muse thoughtfully. "He could've been orphaned when he was little and never learned past his first name,"

Link deflated. "Yeah, that makes sense."

"But if I'm being honest," I admitted. "he's a little suspicious to me as well. And how much me looks and acts like you."

"Almost as if he is me?" Link asked jokingly. "If he's my son then of course he'll look like me, and if he grew up with me, then he'll of learned to mimic me, thus acting like me."

I laughed, letting all that tension drip off of me. "I guess you're right. I'm just overthinking things."

"Nothing's wrong with overthinking." Link contemplated wistfully. "You just need to know when to reel it in."

I smirked. "Link, the philosopher."

Link blushed. "I-I gotta go back to Zelda now."

I smothered my laugh behind my hand as he sped up to get back to the front.

"Hey Link!" Mipha called gently.

Link waved at her as he passed, his ears getting a tad redder.

I smirked knowingly.

It only took a few more hours. The sun was already starting to hide behind the Hebra Mountains in the distance when Zelda called out, forcing me to steel my reserve.

"We're here."