Remember The ParadoxIt was cold and the storms were thick and strong on the quiet land. The sky above did not want to quit gusting the land with wind or throwing out snow of the clouds; winter had been tough on Hyrule as it always was; however, they made the most of the season, families coming together to tell stories and play games in front of the roaring fire, forgetting about the penniless and the ones who had nothing for that time of year. A young girl, no older than ten crossed Hyrule Field through the night; the snow was falling hard had made sight difficult; though she shouted for her father as loud as her lungs would let her; her voice would not carry over the dunes of snow and ice covered trees. She was frozen solid and tired with walking through the knee deep snow and soon began to yawn, fighting with her wet clothes to stay warm. She swallowed hard and continued to walk, her hood ripping off her cloak and being blown away to let loose fiery orange hair; the wind blew back in her face; forcing hRemember The Paradox by LittlewriterLink
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Excusing himself to go to the toilet was all the excuses he needed to go outside, Link was doing paper work so merely watched him go, and with that, Ghirahim rushed straight to the forest, the trees acting like a huge umbrella over him. That is till he heard his name.
“Ghirahim! What are you doing here?!” screamed Hylia her clothes soaked through as if she had been waiting for him to enter “I ordered you to remain in the camp!”
“But, nothing’s happened. Dad is really close, I’m sure he’d hear me shout if I got in trouble.” Ghirahim giggled brushing his wet hair out of his eyes; Hylia crouched beside him and held his shoulder, her grip hard.
"Let him hear you.” she snarled a forked tongue creeping over her lips. Ghirahim squealed and kicked against the woman’s tightening grip as a true body, one of evil was hidden behind the skin, a male. Demise.
“Let me go!” Ghirahim wailed biting Demise’s fingers
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“Link, as much as that is adorable, you’ve slept in again.” Impa chortled giving Link a shake on his shoulder. It had been four years since Link had become a father and Ghirahim was not the type to sleep in his own bed, he would be up and down all hours of the night till Link gave in and let him sleep in his cot, normally resulting in them both sleeping in.
Link turned his back on Impa and pulled the blankets up to his neck with a groan; Ghirahim sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning wide to show his tooth filled mouth.
“Impa!” he giggled pawing his hair with his tiny hands to get rid of its frizzyness “Come on, Dad!”
“Another bad night?” Impa asked pulling the blankets off him so that he curled up into a ball.
“He’s been up and down, up and down, up and down all night. He won’t sleep because of monsters under the cot.” Link sighed turning on his stomach.
“There are monsters under the bed.” Ghirahim
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“So that’s how you do it!” Link exclaimed placing his hands on his hips after being shown for the fourth time how to change a nappy. He could swear that Ghirahim grew extra limbs when he changed it, half the time, the men would be chortling away to themselves while watching Link hold the strange child by his leg while his other hand and foot would be working on trying to keep the nappy open on the table.
The women of the encampment had shown him how to feed the boy using a bottle, how to test it for its heat, yet unlike them, Link had yet to learn how to do other things while feeding the baby; if he so much as leaned over for a quill to continue working, Ghirahim would squeal like a siren. Link had asked if the women, particularly ones with new born children, would be willing to take him in; but most of them were terrified of the demon child, so it was left to him to manage running an army and take care of a child.
In fairness, Elera, if she had been alive, would have