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occasionallyprosie · 1 month

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Thinking about the Hero's Spirit

Okay, so, when Time left the Adult Timeline... he took the hero's spirit with him. There was no hero's spirit to reincarnate when Ganondorf re-emerged and (as of the goddesses flooding the world) no other spirit born that could become the bearer of the Triforce of Courage.

Until Wind. Wind, whose spirit is its own spirit, came and becomes the embodiment of courage unlike any other hero. He forges his own spirit into one unbreakable, restores the Triforce, and defeats Ganondorf at the age of twelve.

But his hero's spirit is stubborn in a way everyone else's is not. He doesn't need the goddess to bless him with reincarnation, he wasn't even born with the Triforce of Courage (due to the fragmentation) he restored it and out of sheer will became the one to bear it and he knows it. So out of sheer will and stubbornness, he reincarnates.

Enter Spirit. Spirit, who is a hero in every right, but he doesn't follow the beaten path because Wind's hero spirit doesn't do that. He chooses to be an engineer instead of a hero or a knight.

But then the timelines merge, and suddenly, there's two hero's spirits? What? Well, obviously First's goes to Warriors, but where does Wind's go?

Linkle. Linkle, because their spirit doesn't follow the beaten path, it makes its own path, it sails through the waves rather than with it, it forces the winds to yield to its call and its power, the limits of death does not bind it, the expectations of ghosts of the past does not force its hand.

First's, Sky's, and every other hero's, their spirit is one of tenacity, one of pain and suffering, one that can take every hit and still stand and fight. They share a spirit of determination, one of courage, one that is unbreakable because it will stand in the way and be the immovable object that will always be there to hold back the darkness.

But Wind's spirit? Wind's, Spirit's, Linkle's, their spirit is also one of determination, but theirs is one born of choice, theirs is a spirit of free will, of stubbornness and a need to stand their ground. They were not forged by pain like the others, but by love (for Aryll, for Phantom/ST!Zelda). They take every hit, but they don’t stand because they can and they must, they don’t get back up because they have this undying need to endure and to persevere, they get back up because of their loved ones and the people they protect. They are the unstoppable force that drives darkness back.

Don’t get me wrong, the original Hero's Spirit is still stubborn, those heroes are still an unstoppable force, they are still seeking to protect the people they love, but if you have a hero hated by all, a hero who has nobody they should logically be trying to protect? They would still fight because that's what's right, that's what their heart is like, the whole world could hate them and they'd still protect it because 'the people in that world deserve to be saved'. The Adult Timeline's spirit is much of the same, they are similar in spirit, but there are differences.

The original spirit is a forest, one that will never truly be destroyed because something will always survive and that something will regrow and restore the forest that once stood.

The second spirit is a river, carving its path through mountains and valleys, overcoming insurmountable odds and creating great canyons. Nothing can stop them for good.

#this shower thought got out of hand #but I like it #also yes #Linkle has wind's spirit #linkeduniverse #lu wind #lu spirit #loz linkle #hero's spirit #prosie rambles #unstoppable force vs immovable object #linked universe #lu time #timeline stuff #loz timeline

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skyloftian-nutcase · 7 months

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A continuation of this sickfic

Mood music that helped inspire this

My solitary contribution to flufftober <3

Prompt 1 – “I’ve got you”

The camp was gone. The permeating sickness that hung heavily like a wet cloth draped over him had vanished. No one was coughing, or vomiting, or moaning in pain. No abandoned tents, no empty pots, no chainmail laying forgotten beside an empty sickbed.

Warriors opened his eyes blearily, confused. Something lapped against him, a liquid, cold and warm, buzzing with energy and gentle all at the same time. It surrounded him on all sides as if he were laying in shallow water. The sky above was clear but swam as if he were looking through water already, light refracting all around in colorful arrays, golden beams shimmering down like leaves falling in autumn.

Slowly sitting up, Warriors felt so light. His chest expanded with such ease that he almost overtook a breath, like a gasp of surprise.

This place was… quiet. So, so quiet. And so utterly empty. Or… was it? The more Warriors looked around at the strange vastness, the more he saw figures dancing in the water, their images stretched and squished with the oscillations of the fluids. He rose to his feet, again overcompensating for a weight that should have been there, nearly tipping himself back to the ground—water—not-water? Whatever he was laying in before.

The images were so far away, reflections of people who weren’t actually there. Armor. He recognized armor. His men? His troops?

A face caught his eye, and his breath froze. That was a young knight, new to the army. He’d been killed in his very first battle. How was…?

Warriors walked forward slowly, his feet sloshing gently in the water. Despite displacing the fluid, it barely made a sound, emitting gentle trickling noises rather than the splashes he should’ve created. The golden rays from above continued to glimmer, glow and sunlight from a sun that wasn’t present. The landscape was so utterly flat and desolate, yet so strangely warm and… not unsettling.

He definitely should’ve been unsettled.

He was so transfixed by the reflections of those long gone in the water that he didn’t realize a figure had somehow appeared in front of him. Warriors flinched, taking a step back after nearly walking right into the person, and then the warmth all around him was stolen away for an instant as recognition slammed into him.

This person was wearing his clothes. But they weren’t him – the hair was too dark and fluffy, build a touch stockier, skin tanner. And the ears—

Those ears! Small and delicate and curved in such a unique way.

“Sky?” Warriors questioned, taking a step towards the person. Sky was a little taller, more built, and why was he in Warriors’ uniform? He didn’t know why he hadn’t realized who it was sooner – he even had the Master Sword strapped to his back.

Sky turned to face him in profile. The sunlight grew brighter, enveloping Warriors in warmth. His friend, his brother, looked… different. Older but younger. Eyes exhausted but strong. Face worn but soft.

Sky smiled gently, facing him fully.

“Sky, where are we?” Warriors asked.

His friend said nothing. Instead, he pulled the Master Sword, scabbard and all, from his back and held it towards the captain. Warriors watched him for a long while, studying the motion, taking in his surroundings. This all felt very… final.

“Sky…?” he asked again, growing worried. His earlier lightness was vanishing, replaced with a heaviness in his heart that nearly sank him into the water and drowned him.

He suddenly felt so very alone and far more scared than he was comfortable with.

He wanted to ask what was going on, to demand an explanation, but the words were stolen along with his breath. Sky continued to watch him, eyes warm, smile intact, arms reaching just a hair closer to indicate his next move. His gaze, however, eventually settled above, directly into the sunlight.

The sunlight. That came from no sun. Warriors glanced up, and he swore he saw a figure.

Goddess above.

His mind swam with thoughts, with worries and fears. He distinctly remembered the last coherent thought he had before waking up here.

Everything was so far away. So quiet, muffled, like he was buried alive. Goddess above, he didn’t want to die, please, he didn’t want to die. Not like this. Let him die on his feet, in battle, like it was meant to be.

It was meant to be like that, right?

He’d… been in a camp? No, that… that had been so long ago, hadn’t it? He’d… been sick, right?

“Sky…” Warriors managed to choke out, but he couldn’t add anything to it. Sky continued to watch him, waiting patiently, ever so patiently.

What was he doing? Why was he waiting like this? He looked… he felt…

This was it, wasn’t it?

The reflections in the water danced behind Sky, inviting, warm, familiar, comforting. Sky stood between him and them, stalwart but caring.

Warriors took a step around his brother, just for a moment. It grew brighter. He grew lighter.

Home. He was going home.

But…

“The others,” he said softly, pausing just as he stood directly beside Sky. His friend looked at him, not turning from where he was facing, but he still said nothing.

“How are you here but they’re not?” Warriors wondered, taking a step away to really look at Sky. His stomach knotted as he considered it. “Did you…?”

Oh goddess above. Warriors hadn’t gotten Sky sick too, had he? Sky wasn’t… Sky wasn’t dying as well, was he?

This was it. He knew this was it. The others looked so inviting. He… he could see…

“Mom?” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

He swore he could see her. She looked at him lovingly, arms extended to receive him. They all were waiting. He…

There was no war here. No need for a hero, no need for a captain. He…

He…

“I… can’t.”

He was needed. He was still needed. Goddess above he ached for rest, he longed to go home. But he was still needed, and… and he wanted to help. He wanted to live.

Sky faced him fully, offering the sword once more. Warriors looked at the blade, then at his friend.

“You’re not… the Sky I know, are you?” the captain asked discerningly.

Sky’s let out a breath, as if to chuckle, his head cocking to the side in that way he always did when he was amused or happy. The sword in his hands glowed with an otherworldly hum, a melody too sacred for his ears to hear.

Warriors reached forward, taking the sword. Sky’s hand settled over his own as he held it. The boy’s calloused fingers caressed his gently, a promise and reassurance, a protection and a blessing, as if to say I’ve got you. He nodded, and Warriors nodded in return, pulling the blade from its sheath.

The Master Sword sang, glowing so brightly the captain had to close his eyes. He grew impossibly heavy, to the point he couldn’t hold himself up anymore, collapsing to the ground. Instead of splashing into the liquid, however, he sank into something soft and dry, a touch too warm, and his clothes clung to him in a cold sweat. His world was encased in darkness before a dull light pierced it. He was suddenly laying on his side, sword gone.

Warriors opened his eyes.

He was in a bed. He immediately deduced that. A hand was wrapped around his wrist. The blurry images coalesced. Sky was slumped against the bed, hand holding Warriors, fingers lazily resting over a pulse point. Candles littered the nightstand, all lit, their dull glow overwhelmed by the sunlight spilling in through the window.

A hand brushed against his back, sweeping gently up and down. “Captain?”

Warriors blinked a few times before trailing his gaze up to see Time. The man’s face was creased, bags under his eyes, but he immediately brightened when the captain made eye contact with him. It was immediately apparent that relief flooded through him, easing the tension in his brow and shoulders.

“Welcome back,” Time said gently.

The captain smiled tiredly. “It’s… good to be back.”

Movement caught his eye, and he saw Twilight come into view. The Rancher looked worn thin, equally as exhausted as Time and more overtly worried.

Warriors’ smile pulled harder. “You look like shit.”

Twilight barked a laugh. “Well at least I know you’re feeling better. You don’t look that great either, you know.”

The captain chuckled, rousing a phlegmy cough, and Time quickly pulled him to sit up so he could get it out of his lungs. Twilight fluffed the pillow against the backboard as the eldest Link helped Warriors lean against it. Sky squirmed, nose wrinkled in discomfort, but he didn’t wake.

“Everyone… alright?” Warriors asked hesitantly, a sliver of worry seeping into his heart. If he’d gotten this sick… and he swore he remembered seeing Sky somewhere…? Was Sky sick too? He slid his hand back towards the teenager, fingers clumsily entwining with the younger knights’ own.

“Everyone’s fine,” Twilight replied. “They’re all worried ‘bout you. Malon pulled everyone else out for some breakfast, but I reckon they’ll be back soon.”

“Watch the accent, I’ll need a translator,” Warriors chuckled weakly.

“Oh, stuff it. You were really sick, Cap. We were all worried.”

Warriors’ gaze fell back to Time, who was watching him carefully, his expression eerily similar to the one he’d worn when Twilight had been progressively worsening. But… he knew he would be okay. He wasn’t sure how he knew but… he did.

The captain waved his left hand dismissively. “I’m fine.”

“You will be,” Time assured him, arms crossed and face stern. Then he softened. “Rest, Captain. Don’t stress about the others. Just take care of yourself.”

Warriors hummed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the pillow. He felt the covers get tucked around him a little better, and a cool hand rested on his forehead.

“We’ve got you, Link,” a voice promised, and in his groggy state he couldn’t tell if it was Twilight or Time. Maybe it was both of them. It didn’t really matter – it was a promise from all of them, from his brothers, and Warriors smiled, sighing softly as he slid back into a comfortable, restful, healing slumber.

I’ve got you.

#writing #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu warriors #he's ok guys <3 #hero's spirit #lu sky #lu time #lu twilight

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phantoms-lair · 14 days

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Hero's Spirit: A Vision of Nightshade

All For One did not reach the age of over 200 by not listening to his medical professionals.

He was still looking for a faster way to regain his full vision, but until then the Doctor had recommended him using a cyberpathy quirk to look through security cameras and such, so he wouldn't be out of practice with light levels, colors, and shape recognition.

He didn't enjoy it, because he disliked having his consciousness out of his body (at least unless it was going to be a permanent transfer). But he recognized the value of the Doctor's orders and did a few short bursts a day.

During one of these he noticed Tomura's little rival, Midoriya. (He would allow it until All Might finally chose a successor, then he'd encourage Tomura to switch over.) Midoriya was talking to a young woman on the sidewalk he seemed to know, who was speaking to him fondly. Maybe she had been his baby sitter when younger, or a neighbor? He focused the camera in on her.

She was beautiful, with long dark hair and purple eyes and lips that made a stark contract over pale skin. All For One felt his pulse quicken through his weak connection to his body as his heart pounded in his chest. His mouth when dry and his palms began to sweat. What was this feeling? It had been so long since he felt it? Ah, right. Abject Terror.

He slammed back in to his body and immediately opened the communication like to the League of Villain's current hideout.

"Shigeraki Tomura you will immediately cease any activity targeting Midoriya and any focusing one UA class 1A that might involve him." Tomura, predictably, did not like this announcement. "No! You said I could destroy the things I hate! And I HATE him."

"Tomura if you continue this vendetta we will both die."

"This is stupid! I'm not afraid of All Might-" "Nor am I. He is a pathetic worm that will one day die at your hand. But Midoriya is under the protection of Nightshade." Fear shone in speaking her name.

"Never heard of a hero by that name." Tomura began scratching at his neck.

"Not a hero, no." Kurogiri tilted his head in thought. "Was Nightshade not the name of the first villain?"

"It was. It is. I knew her well, as we had been allies for a time. She didn't seek power, but wielded it effortlessly. Personal power, power over others. She had amassed an army of those with powerful quirks even at the dawn of them and laid waste to the United States. She had been fond of the first hero, you see, though he was never credited as such. And the American Government not only killed him, they covered up all he had done, to ensure he was forgotten and their mistake never came to light. She crippled the country which at the time boasted the strongest military force in the world." "But she was stopped. I mean, America's still a country."

All For One shook his head. "No. She stopped when anyone even tangentially involved in the decision and those who defended them were dead. No quirk affected her, and he quirk could not be stolen. She is an untouchable wildcard who will slaughter thousands to make her point. She has chosen Midoriya as hers. Do Not Touch Midoriya Again!"

#Ghost Writing #Hero's Spirit #BNHA #Danny Phantom #Izuku doesn't know who Sam in #Just that she's from the Realms #And she sees him as Danny's successor rather than Danny himself #Which is such a breath of fresh air #Incidentally the Sludge villain that killed Izuku triggering Danny's power to awaken in him?#Found dead in his cell with all manner of plant life growing out of his corpse

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margindoodles2407 · 7 months

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Amazing art by the lovely @whyoneartheven, my partner in crime

This is for our original Zelda game concept, The Legend of Zelda: Hero's Spirit. Pick your favorite color and hair design, and we'll get an official ref for our girl! (I don't mean to beg, but reblogs would be extremely helpful as we want to get as many votes as possible.) Please leave a comment indicating your choice of hair (there isn't enough room in the poll for that)

Designs:

(Left to Right) Colors 1, 2, 3; Hair 1

(Left to Right) Colors 4, 5, 6; Hair 1

Color 7; Hair 1

(Left to Right) Colors 8, 9, and 10; Hair 2

#hero's spirit #poll #tumblr poll

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we-do-bones-bracket · 2 months

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Round 1 Match 7

Propaganda:

Adalman

Undead cleric man. Chose to keep looking like a skeleton even after he gained the ability to reconstruct his body to look however he wanted.

Hero's Shade/Hero's Spirit

Also known as "Hero's Spirit" he is heavily, HEAVILY, implied to be the Link from Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask, who has transformed into a stalfos. He laments about not being remembered as a hero and the only thing he can do now is teach the Link from Twilight Princess his knowledge in swordplay.

It's honest quite sad thinking about it, especially since the potential reason this Link turned into a stalfos was getting lost in the Lost Woods as an adult.

#poll #round 1 #adalman #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #hero's shade #hero's spirit #the legend of zelda #twilight princess

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inumbrapugnabimus-maybe · 7 months

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about me :)

this is my art account! My other account (random nonsense and reblogging stuff) is @whyoneartheven!

About me! I go be Evie, and do art for mostly TLOZ and Linked Universe, but I love other fandoms too! I’m Catholic and Pro Life!!

If you’d like to use my art for anything (which i'm almost always ok with), please ask me first, and be sure to credit me :)

oh, and finally, I’m glad to take art requests at any time, but I can’t promise I’ll get to all of them! (No nsfw stuff please!)

Ok here is my wild list of AUs and tags i try to use:

@margindoodles2407 and I are working on a Loz concept at @tloz-heros-spirit! I often forget to use the tag for it but said tag is #hero's spirit! I have another TLOZ AU going (sort of) which for now uses the tag #little link! It's about a little guy named Link and his first adventure! My dream is to make it a comic :) i also have a few other TLOZ AUs going... they aren't really big yet but feel free to ask about them! they should be tagged with #character design or #loz au ALSO the wonderful @uncleskyrule and I have a sort of casual Linked Universe modern au going!! Anything related to it is under the tags #different era same spirit au and/or #DESS FINALLY the tag I use for art is #my art, the tag for OCs is #evie’s ocs, and #character design is for my many designs that don't have a story connected to them!

Feel free to ask about any of these AUs (or anything else) here or on my main blog!!

#I finally made one of these :D #I’ll probably redo this at some point (edit: i redid it)#But here it is!!!#evie’s ocs #my art #different era same spirit au #asks and such #<- my ask tag that I forget a lot #I reblog stuff #<- for when I reblog stuff hehe #Doodles #bc I doodle a LOT #character design #little link #(my beloved)#DESS #hero's spirit #Pinned post #about me

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writermich18 · 7 months

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D. Gray-Man & Legend of Zelda Writing Prompt

Hero's Spirit reincarnates into Nea D. Campbell. Nea was "born" sick, weak; he wasn't going to make it past the first night. The Hero's Spirit decides to save the child Nea and ends up accidently becoming Nea.

Hero's Spirit: Oops.

Earl in Nea: Who the fuck are you?

Hero's Spirit, accepting his fate,, being more than 10,000 years old and not letting darkness take his new reincarnation, yeets the Earl out: fuck off.

Nea is now the Hero.

#d gray man #dgm #legend of zelda #writing prompt #hero's spirit #nea d campbell #loz

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tloz-heros-spirit · 7 months

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Master Post and Blog Navigation

PLEASE note: This blog is still under construction. We apologize for any inconvenience this causes. Thank you for understanding!

~Characters~

#hero of spirits- Player Link

#princess of spirits- Zelda

#primordial sorcerer- Hero of Hyrule

#calamity feller- Hero of the Wild

#undertaker of ordeals- Hero of Legend

#conductor of tempests- Hero of Winds

#twilit wolf- Hero of Twilight

#[insert hero of time name here]- Hero of Time

#forger of destinies- Hero of the Skies

Assorted Zeldas: simply search for the abbreviation of their main game and then "zelda". For example, to search for Ocarina of Time Zelda, you'd type #oot zelda.

#haunted king- Ganondorf

To searh for the "Lesser" Links, simply type their hero title. Example: #hero of warriors, #hero of trains, #hero of worlds, #hero of the four sword

~Story and World~

Prologue

Dungeon 1: Citadel of Magic

Dungeon 2: Pantheon of Champions

Dungeon 3: Palace of Trials

Dungeon 4: Ship of Storms

Dungeon 5: Spire of Shadows

Dungeon 6: Temple of Time

Dungeon 7: High Temple of Destiny

The Final Battle

Epilogue

#master post #hero's spirit

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2458608 · 3 months

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Fixed the keyframes to be 36! Gonna make her more on model now.

#HS #hero's spirit #progress #lv4

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somnimagus · 5 months

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My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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#legend of zelda #loz #twilight princess #loz tp #i'm still reeling that someone sent me an ask about this one.. that they took the time to find my tumblr and tell me they liked it #it really meant a lot; thank you to anyone that stops to leave comments like that. they make me happy #but yeah! here's the usual symbolism ramble:#i thought it'd be cool to have the 'spirits' flowing one way and the cats walking through them the other way #to kinda show the difference in life inhabiting the village in the past and present #link's face is covered because impaz was just waiting for 'the hero' so his clothes are what matters; not his face #and it (hopefully) gives a surreal and intangible sense to 'the hero' she could only hope would actually show up #you can feel free to interpret the glowy blue sheikah as ghosts or just as memories of the past! i couldn't decide either way #the one on the bottom left is oot impa since she's implied to be the village founder. so i guess she would be a ghost actually?#fan art #my art #project stuff #and ahhh the book-- everyone's stuff is so beautiful!!#especially the writing. some of the fics made me really tear up and some were so fun and clever. i really love them #a lot of them captured the sheer burden of the role of the sheikah; all of the time and grief and doubt #i know i always say this stuff about every project but. the people i get to work with in these are truly so skilled every time

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linked-maze · 4 months

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A bunch of wolves hunting together!! Different AUs Wolf links! they might seem similar but they are still different :D see if you guys can guess who is who

#linked maze #linkedmaze #tloz #zelda au #doodle #lm wolfy #linked universe #bonus links #heroes spirit #minas linkverse #limited hero

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year

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How about sky and wild free falling together? Whether it’s angst or fluff, you decide!

The ground felt strangely unstable, floating aimlessly in the air with no secure perch in sight. As much as Link was comfortable with paragliding, this was taking things to an extreme level.

Not to mention the kingdom was in literal pieces.

Link tried to take a grounding breath, overwhelmed. Zelda was gone, Ganon was back in a new form with more power than ever... they'd spent one hundred years fighting him and he still won.

He wouldn't give up. He wouldn't. But... he couldn't help but feel hopeless, standing up here with a bird's eye view of just how much damage there was.

Hyrule had recovered just enough to be decimated again.

"Demise is horrible like that."

Link jumped, startled, and turned to see the familiar ghostly figure beside him. After an initial misunderstanding, Link's new companion, sent by Hylia, had been trying to guide him through this venture. He still didn't know how to feel about actually interacting with the Spirit of the Hero - was this person a part of him? Had he been looking over him this entire time? Why hadn't he stopped the first calamity, then?

Had Link failed him more than anyone else?

The Spirit smiled, his face soft and gentle, putting Link at ease. "But that's why we're here. You're not alone, Link. I'll guide you, and you've got a lot of friends on the surface who are there to assist you."

Link looked down at the world below and got a brief sense of vertigo. Goddess they were high up.

He kind of wanted to see how far he could fall before he'd need his glider. There was a certain apprehension to the thought - the only time he recalled being this precariously high up was when he was infiltrating Vah Medoh, and he'd had Teba there to help him if he truly was unable to stop the fall. Nevertheless, the wind called to him, and he longed to be on the ground below once more.

His guide smiled and giggled, his face suddenly bright. "Come on. Let's kick Ganon's ass."

With that, the spirit put a hand on Link before disappearing, a light sinking into Link and warming him to his bones. His desire to jump heightened, and he could practically feel the Hero's Spirit bouncing with excitement at the prospect of jumping.

Link smiled and leapt.

The wind was deafening. The force at which he was falling felt like he was crashing through walls, pushing against him while he plummeted to the world below. His stomach was left behind on the air island above, but his heart was quickly catching up to the moment.

He heard the spirit yell in delight, and it pulled a laugh out of him. For a moment he almost felt like he was lost in his mind, focused on the moment but outside his body, and for just a moment, the Spirit could actually feel the wind, could actually feel the freedom of the fall, and the first Hero let out a scream of pure joy as his tears were lost to the sky he loved so dearly.