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Wild Link stops in his tracks when he hears muffled squawking. His ears twitch when he hears something scratch metal.

He isn't near any monster camps, and everyone knows not to travel alone. Well except for him, he knows he can handle himself.

Link ducks behind some bushes, just in case it was monsters attacking some hylians-

He blinked in surprise when it was some sort of creature screeching.

It looked Hylian-built in shape wise, but it had a metal wing on the right, along with the mask.

The left wing looked like a normal wing, but the head shape did looked hylian sized, as the mask (at least he thinks itś a mask) looked like a metal beak that covered its face.

His eyes eventually are drawn to the shocking blood splatters on the ground, which are mixtures of monster and Hylian blood. He stumbles backward from his hiding place, and the creature stares at him.

At least he thinks it is, the creature looks like it's wearing working goggles like Purah.

The creature stares at him but doesn’t pounce. Instead, it screeches and wiggles on the ground. The left wing is moving, but the metal wing is stuck in place, trapping the creature.

Now he wasn’t sure how to feel.

One this could be a dangerous monster,

But, his heart went out to the creature trapped on the ground, most likely starving.

So he just had to be careful, that's all.

He lifts the ultrahand his arm and activates it.

The creature squawks in confusion as it is lifted from the ground. Link tries to sit him down nicely but he ends up dropping the creature on its butt.

The metal parts on the mask, twitches, along with its ears, which is super adorable.

It kind of reminded him of someone but he wasn't sure who it was.

The creature was cuffed, on its arms and its legs.

So the creature definitely didn’t do this little murder rampage.

So what did?

The creature was chirping at the cuffs around its claws, trying to pick it open.

Wild sighs as he approaches it.

“Hey let me help-”

“HISS!”

The claws tried to swipe

at the ultra hand

“Oi stop it-”

It tries to do that again.

“HISSSSS!”

Link smacks the claw hand down.

“Come on,” he says, “please stop trying to claw at my hand. I'm trying to help you.”

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When he got both of the cuffs removed, his hands were covered in scratches, as he looked after slightly praying that his hand- hands don't get infected. The creature though, it was scratching at its beak like trying to remove it, or at least trying to.

“I can help you if you want.” He says, reaching out his hand.

He ends up lifting the zonai arm to reach out to the creature.

It hissed at him again before falling forward. And he frowned.

Its stubborn, just like his brothers. Wild had wince at that though, Hylia he misses them

How heavy is that metal wing? Should he like remove it?

So, like he did to surprise many people, but mostly kids to scare them he slowly traveled behind it to where it was laying on it's stomach grumbling and screeching.

The mechanical parts were old in a way, but... It's different from the Zonai and Sheikah technology. Somewhat older, less advanced, but beautiful in its own unique way.

He squats down to where the metal wing was and there was a button.

Now maybe he shouldn’t click random things, buttttt

Thats how he figures out what secrets things could be hiding.

So he clicks the button, and steam is released and the metal wing falls off.

He did not scream in horror when the wing fell off and revealed a stump of flesh with bits of feathers on it.

The creature turns at him, with the metal ear things folded down at him.

Oh no..

“Wait! WAIT! WAIT! I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO IT!” He yelled and he got head butted by the beak mask.

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Link's nose still hurts from that dumb mask. Link sighs when he spots the asshole in the shade scratching at the back of it’s head.

Link felt a bit petty, so he was going to sit here and pray that his nose isn't broken.

The frustrated screeching noises from the beast was kinda sad though…

No! That asshole almost broke or probably broke his nose!

But it needs help..

Link groaned, stupid helpful tendencies.

“Where are you scratching at?” He asked.

It didn't answered him of course.

So, he maybe he just started scratching it's head.

The screeching stopped, but when Wild looked down to the thing it had the most offended expression.

“Okay! Geez, just stop being so stubborn and grumpy at me, I'm not the one who made you grumpy.” He said.

It just started at him with a “seriously?” expression.

“Okay! Fine,” He grumbled, “But just for the record, I didn't know your robot wing could come off.”

The best huffed, crossing it's arms, before pointing to the back of it's head.

Link looks and theres a piece of claw things that hold together. He knows how to work that.

And with a simple press of the clicky push thingy, lead to the sound of coughing from the creature person as they almost collapsed.

“Hey! Are you alright?” He asked.

The clawed hands move up the goggles away from the face.

“I'm fine now asshole.” The captain grumbled.

The captain…

HOLY SHIT

“WARS?!” He yelled. “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU!”

“WILD? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR ARM?!”

“MY ARM? YOUT MORE WORRIED ABOUT MY ARM?! ONE OF YOUR WINGS IS MADE OF METAL NOW!”

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The sound started to phase out, when wild had asked him a question.

He remembers how he lost his right-wing…

The day the civil war broke out.

The day that gave birth to that feeling of uselessness, because she insisted on him being on the sidelines.

.

.

What was he trying to do on that day?

Ah, now he remembers.

“Where’s Zelda!” He yelled.

He just fell out of the portal, and the whole kingdom is scrabbling. What in Hylias’s name happened?

“In the front!” One of the younger knights yelled.

‘Shit,’ he thinks before taking flight to rush towards her.

He didn't think he’d lose a wing that day.

“Zelda!” He yelled as he landed on the nearest enemy soldier.

It was like mimicking how Hyrule would hand on top of people when he was far away, Legend would always screech when Hyrule would land on top of him

“Link?!” She yelled, “What are you doing here!”

“I should be asking you that!” He yelled at her as he blocked a sword strike.

His mind is blanking on what happened next

What happened

What happened

“FIRE!”

He turned around and he felt something go past them, something drags him down to the ground.. There was some scratch marks on his hand.

Then, the sharp pain through his wing.

He remembers screaming in pain.

He remembers being stuck there for hours, bleeding in pain as his injury caused his wing to get infected to the point it had to get amputated.

He remembers trying to fight one of the nurses while he was strapped onto the table before he was knocked unconscious by something.

“Wars?”

He remembers how she insisted that he should stay behind in the tent when he was fully healed. Because he was useless like this.

Something nudges his arm.

“I can’t lose you too Link,” She said with tears in her eyes .

It doesn’t help that as that feeling grew, he felt like he was losing himself. When Impa told him there were other ways to help, she handed him stolen data from the enemy lines.

The day the Hyrulian army lost the hero but gained an inventor, according to the files Zelda received.

He just went out from time to time, but when Zelda orders him to be a last resort, he won’t disobey orders

“Wars?” Wild asked.

He blinks, as he stirs from the memories.

“How did you lose your wing?” Wild repeated softly, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He answered.

“Alright then, how did you come up with the idea to build a new one then?” Wild said, with that fascinated look in his eyes as his brother looked at his weaponized prosthetic.

“Well, you see…”

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“Wait seriously?” Wild giggled, “Just like that, you thought; mmnnnhh, metal wings then you built it?”

 “Well, it was in the spur of the moment,” Wars nonchalantly says, like he did rebuild a missing limb because he was bored?

“How does this?” Wild snickers, as he points to the giant metal wing, “become a spur of the moment?”

“Well, I mean, when my wing was amputated, I had a lot of time on my hands,” Wars says like it’s no big deal (it was obvious that it was something he does want to elaborate on stop shoving it in a bottle!), “ So I experimented and built it in around a month or so, when I was supposed to be resting.”

“You obviously tested it on something else before you used it right?” He laughs.

Theres this look on War’s face, a face he’s used to seeing one a few others.

Oh you got to be kidding me.

"Wars, you obviously tested that it would work before yourself right?” He asks.

“Of course I did, why wouldn’t I?” The guilty look on Wars face tells him thats a fucking lie. 

I need to apologize to Twilight the next time I see him, he thinks to himself.

“Wars.” He spoke. “You’re a fucking horrible liar.”

“Eh?” 

Wild starts shaking Wars.

“YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSE TO USE YOURSELF AS A TEST SUBJECT! WHAT KIND OF MORON USES THEMSELVES TO TEST SOMETHING HIGHLY DANGEROUS-”

CLicky

Wild paled.

΅I cannot let you meet Purah.” He says.

He can already imagine the horrors and disasters of their collaboration

‘Sorry Linkly, I turned your brother into a dragon while trying to figure out the sage stones and how they’re made.’ Imagination Purah says with long noodle dragon wars in her lab.

“Who's Purah?”

“No one you need to know.” He responded. 

“Okay?”