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Wild groaned. “Shit.”
Time glanced at him. They were trudging along a rather muddy path in Wild’s Hyrule, somewhere in the Faron region. It was only two in the evening, but the sudden portal had dropped them into mud and they were hot and sticky. “Language. What’s wrong?”
Wild stared at his slate. “There’s a thunderstorm coming in in about ten minutes.”
Time sighed. Thunderstorms, while not common in the other’s Hyrule, were a real pain. Especially in Wild’s world, where thunder could strike someone dead if they were carrying metal. “Any caves or shelters nearby?”
“No,” Wild replied, squinting at his slate. “We’re pretty much stranded.”
“Alright,” Time replied, turning around. “Thunderstorm coming! Take off all your metal equipment and store it or give it to Wild.”
There was a collective groan, and metallic clanking filled the forest. Wind and Warriors quickly approached Wild, as they didn’t have bags to store their stuff like everyone else. “Here Wild! Can you store my sword?” Wild chirped, shoving his sword at Wild.
Wild hummed. “Sure! Here, let me…” He rearranged the weapons section of his slate and pulled out a glowing black and orange stick-like thing. “Hold this in place of your sword. It’s not metal, but don’t touch the button right here.” He pointed at a small circle. “It’ll create a blade that is really hard to put back and will slice through anything it touches.”
Wind grinned and carefully picked it up. “I’ll be careful!” He chirped, and dashed off to show Four. Wild sighed, and turned to Warriors, who was shedding his armor.
“You want me to store your armor?” Wild asked.
Warriors shot him a thankful grin. “Yup. I don’t have magic bags like the rest of you.” The last piece of armor fell to the ground with a thud. Wild touched his slate to the pile and it disappeared in a flash of blue light.
Wild looked around. The rest of the Chain was storing their metal armor and weapons in their bags, but it was slow going. Then the rain began to fall.
“Wonderful,” Legend sighed, putting his rings and bracelets in his bag. “Wild, can you keep my sword?”
“Sure!” Wild chirped, heading over to him. “Don’t you have your never-ending bag space thing?”
“Yeah, but all the valuable stuff is going to get scratched by the sword. Or vice versa.” Legend retrieved his sword and gave it to Wild.
“Me too!” Hyrule piped up, shoving his sword in Wild’s face. He jerked back, just in time to avoid getting sliced in the face.
“Woah, careful!” Wild exclaimed, taking both swords. He tapped at his slate and took out a torch and… a ladle.
“Why do you have a ladle in your slate?” Hyrule asked, taking said weapon.
“How do you think I cook?” Wild replied, handing the torch to Legend. “You should probably trade that with Wind. I gave him a really dangerous weapon.”
Legend sighed. “Why would you give the youngest and most irresponsible member of the group a really dangerous weapon?”
Wild gave him a shit-eating grin and went over to Time and Twilight. Legend sighed again before taking off to harass Wind.
“Hi guys!” Wild chirped, holding out his slate. “Do you want me to store your armor and weapons?”
“Actually, yes please, Cub,” Twilight replied, unclipping his sword and sheath before giving it to Wild. He hummed, tapping on the slate before cursing.
“Shit. All the weapons I have are metal and actually useful.” Wild showed his slate to the two. Even they, unfamiliar with the slate’s layout, could see that all the swords and other weapons were metal.
“Well-” Time started, but was interrupted by a spark of electricity stinging his hand.
“Shit,” Twilight cursed, glancing around. All the weapons that weren’t put away were sparking as well.
As soon as the weapons started sparking, Wild put the Thunder Helm on and took off, snatching the metal gear out of the unsuspecting hero’s hands.
“Wait, Wild-” Time called, but his words were lost on deaf ears as Wild sped up the path, stopping a fair distance away.
“Wild, what are you doing?” Twilight asked, picking his way to where Wild was.
“Don’t come any closer,” Wild ordered. He made for quite a sight: Thunder Helm on, metal gear in his arms, head tilted up against a backdrop of cloudy skies.
“Cub, what- The weapons are still sparking! Get away!” Twilight started running.
“Twi, stop.”
Twilight skidded to a halt, now significantly closer and could see how fast the metal was sparking.
“Cub, you’re gonna get struck by lightning. Put the stuff down and come here,” Twilight ordered as calmly as he could.
“That’s the fun part!” He chirped, before a bolt of white-hot light shot from the heavens straight through him. A thunderous boom shook the earth, and the flash of light blinded those who stared directly at it, which was what Twilight was doing.
“Wild!” Twilight raced towards him, uncaring if he got hit by lightning too. The afterimage faded from his eyes, and he could see Wild standing, unharmed. “What the fuck, Cub? Why would you get hit by lightning?”
Wild looked at him, grinning. “It’s really fun! The Thunder Helm stops me from getting hurt when lightning hits me. And the lightning makes me feel really energized, and kinda numb. It’s really weird.”
“Well, no shit. You just got hit by lightning. Leave the metal here and let Hyrule check you out.” Twilight took the gear out of Wild’s hands and dumped it on the ground. “We can move on once the thunderstorm passes. Come on.”
Turning around, Twilight found the rest of the Chain staring at their display. “He’s okay!” He called, dragging Wild back to them. “Just a dumbass. The thing he’s wearing protects him from lightning, apparently.”
Time was the first to react, others still staring in shock. “Well, as long as you’re okay. We’ll stay here until the storm passes.”
Like a spell, the others snapped out of their reverie. Wind raced towards the two. “Woah! That was so cool! Can I try? What is that? The thing that you’re wearing?”
Time caught Wind by the collar. “No, you may not try. Wild, go to Hyrule and try not to die.”
Wild glanced at Hyrule and gulped. The young healer looked murderous, and was being held back by Legend. “Thanks, Time.” He trudged over to Hyrule’s waiting hands and subjected himself to the lecture that was sure to follow.
Twilight stared after his mentee in despair. “I don’t suppose you want him?”
Behind them, lightning flashed, striking the metal once again. The rain strengthened, battering them with the water.
Time laughed. “He’s yours, Pup. Too late to go back. I don’t think you would last a day after handing him over.”
Twilight groaned.