Identity Crisis

[replicatedcourage]

Who: Dark Link and anyone who comes across him
Where: The park
When: January 5th, dusk
Status: Open

It hurts...

Not the park bench to the face, though that had dislocated his nose and given him two black eyes, causing him to look like a raccoon until he discovered Vatheon's version of a fairy's fountain, the coral.

No, he was fine now, physically, and he was safe here, camped out under the trees, even if his sword and shield had gone missing. What hurt was something else.

She knows everything. She knows about Hyrule, and magic, and everything I don't.

He fought to put the breaks on that train of thought, terrified of what lay around the next cognitive bend. But, as trains do, his thoughts rolled irrepressibly onward.

What if she's right? What if I'm not Link?

A long pause as his whole being fought tooth and nail to keep away from the looming question.

...if she's right, then what's the point of me?

Comments

[singsforsouls]

"Are you all right?" The question came from a teenage boy who had paused to study Dark Link, noting the unpleasant expression on his face. Naoya had gotten so used to talking to strangers for information at this point that he thought nothing of stepping forward to ask the question.

[replicatedcourage]

Dark Link was pretty much fed up with people at this point, but this guy didn't look threatening. But neither did that blonde girl and look what happened there.

"What do you want?" He hissed, hunching back defensively.

[singsforsouls]

Naoya held out his hands in front of him in a non-threatening gesture. "You just seemed upset. I wanted to see if you needed any help."

[replicatedcourage]

With a mighty pout, Dark Link turned his attention back to his brooding. "Not unless you can get my sword and shield back."

[singsforsouls]

"What happened to them?"

[replicatedcourage]

"I-I lost them." He didn't look up again, but his expression turned from less of a pout to one closer to helplessness. "I think she found them."

[singsforsouls]

"Who is she? Can you not ask her?" Naoya considered the strange-looking boy carefully, trying to puzzle out what might have happened from the cues he was getting.

Sorry he's such a punk, but he's mentally mostly a little kid, so ^^;

[replicatedcourage]

"No I can't do that! She'll scream at me again!" He fixed Naoya with an irritated stare. "Why can't you be useful?"