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foxxxbird · 5 years

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Flying Ravio

I don’t know much about Legend, but he’s one of my favorite characters from LU and he never gets any love so I gave this a try! Sorry if things arnt right, just know that I skipped studying for a test tomorrow to write this. LoZ over my education, I guess! These arnt my own characters, they were made by @linkeduniverse make sure to check her out if you want more LU!

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“AWHG!”

Legends scream temporarily drowns out the sound of battle around him.

He tips and his eyes widen as he teeters on the edge of the cliff. A bokoblin narrows its eyes, an evil grin stretching across his face. Before Legend can dive for his ice rod that had been knocked from his grasp and into the grass, the monster charges forward and throws its entire body weight against him, sending them both flying over the edge. “Legend!” Someone shouts his name, but he doesn’t have time to think about whose voice it belonged to as he tumbles through the air, wrestling the bokoblin as it bites and snarls at him. They struggle mid-air as they fall, kicking and pushing frantically at eachother. The monster grabs ahold of the heroes leg and swings a screaming Legend around itself like a human frisbee. With a wild battle cry, Legend twists and, carrying the movement from the spin, delivers a powerful kick to his enemy’s gut. The monster shrieks as it’s ripped away from him, flung back and spinning through the air like a flicked top. Legends heart feels like it hopped into his throat. His heartbeat pulses inside of his head and makes the world around him seem very far away. Time stops. He’s suspended in the air, the bokoblins screams seeming to freeze in its throat. His mind whirls a thousand miles an hour inside his head, a million strands of thought spinning around in his brain. Really? This is how he’s going to die? After all the wars he fought and battles he won, quests he compleated and trials he’s conquered, he’s going to die by getting body slammed by a bokoblin? That’s the last thing you’d think would kill off the Hero of Legend. But here he is, screaming and flipping through the air, a bokoblin spinning wildly beside him, suspended in time as he’s about to die. Legend closes his eyes, ready for time to speed back up and to never wake up again.

“MISTER HERO!”

The all too familiar voice shatters his dying moment of peace.

His eyes widen and his mouth gapes as a giant purple bunny comes flying at his face.

That bastard.

Their identical screams mix into one wimpy cry as they collide head-on and frantically cling to each other as they spin and flip wildly.

“I—saved—Mister—Hero!”

“Not—yet!”

They spin toward the cliff face at breakneck speed, and before Legend can prepare himself, they hit.

The world tips and flattens, the familiar dizzying feeling making Legend want to empty his stomach. When he opens his eyes, the world stretches out in front of him and he’s clung safely to the rock face. For the first time since his adventures, the Hero of Legend is a painting once again.

“Ravio!” His friends grinning face greets him as his purple bunny hood is shrugged off his head. “Oh, Mister Hero! It’s so good to see you again!” Legend knows that if they both weren’t paintings at the moment, Ravio would have tackled him into a bear hug. Legends breathing is frantic as he quickly bends down and tucks his head between his knees, hands shaking. “R-Ravio?” He finally mumbles again, the feeling of almost dying making his body ache. “How in the world are you here?” Ravio has to tug his long striped scarf away from his mouth as he speaks. “Me? How are you here?! I was just strolling along, counting my rupees, when suddenly I see a crying man falling through the air!”

“I was not crying—“

“—and then, without even a thought for my own safety,” he dramatically swoons and brushes the back of his hand agaisnt his forehead. “—I lept from the cliff and courageously saved Mister Hero! Hoora!” Legend throws his hands up in the air. “That was not saving me! You just rammed me into the cliff!”

“Which saved you!”

“How would you have known I’d turn into a painting? I didn’t even know I could do that anymore!”

At that, Ravio closes his mouth and shrugs, blowing a purple piece of hair out of his face with a smug grin. “LEGEND!”

He jumps as his name is shrieked from the top of the cliff, frantic worried voices shouting along with it. Legend had almost forgot that the others probably think he’s a pancake by now. Ravio continues to grin as he looks up at the voices. “Friends of Mister Hero? Oh, I just have to meet them!” He takes off in a dead sprint to the top, which is hard considering he’s a flat painting. Legend finds if difficult to remember how to move in his flat form, worried with every step that he’s going to pop off the cliff face and fall to his death. So, slowly but surely, he climbs after Ravio. He’s almost to the top when he hears a confused scream, most likely Wind, as Ravio disappeared from the cliff and transformed out of his painting form directly in front of the others.

Always one for a dramatic entrance.

“AH! Purple bunny man!” The sound of Winds panicked shriek makes Legend snicker. He can hear the sound of swords being drawn from their sheaths and confused shouts at the laughing Ravio. “Who—what the hell?” Twilights voice rises above the others. With a grunt, Legend clings to to the top of the cliff and transforms out of his painting state. Eight heads whip to him as he rolls onto his back, fighting to push air into his lungs. “Legend!” The shout triggers more happy whoops as he’s suddenly smothered by the group. “Who’s Legend?” Ravio mumbles, standing off to the side. Time is kneeled in front of him, wordlessly checking for any signs of injury as Twilight gives him a stern talking too. Winds arms are wrapped tightly around his torso as the younger hero cries joyfully into his shoulder. Hyrule digs hastily around in his travel bag and extracts a few brightly colored potions, basically prying his mouth open and dumping their magical liquid down his throat. “Idiot.” Warriors groans, bumping his shoulder. “Ass hat.” He shoots back, though they both share a quiet smile. Suddenly, Ravios confused scream makes Legend jerk up.

“Who are you?” Four growls, his four sword pointed at Ravios chest. His friend lays sprawled out dramatically on the ground, rupees spilling out of his pockets, having probably just been knocked down by Four. “It’s okay, he’s with me!” Legend quickly intervenes, jumping up from the ground dispite the others protests. Four looks at him with a cocked eyebrow as Ravio crawls away. “Get up.” He growls bluntly, kicking his friend in the shoulder. “Ah! That child tried to kill me!” Ravio shouts, throwing his scarf over his shoulder and pointing an accusing finger at Four. “Child!? We’ll see who the child is—“ Legend puts a hand in the small hero’s face, cutting him off short. “Guys, this is Ravio. Ravio, these are my friends.” Wind breaks free of the half-hearted grip Wild had him in and steps up with a smile. “I’m Wind! I’m sorry for screaming at you earlier.” Ravio stuffs the last of his spilled rupees back into his pockets and grins at the young hero. “Ah, so nice to meet friends of Mister Hero!”

“Mister Hero?” Warriors snorts, covering his mouth in a poor attempt at being considerate. “You mean Legend?” Four inquires, crossing his arms. “Legend who?” Ravio asks, tilting his head as he looks down at a scowling Four. “Hold on, how are you not dead?” Twilight comes up behind him, prodding his arm as if checking he wasn’t an illusion. “Ah...long story.” Legend dismisses as he jerks his arm away. “Well, you see—“ Ravio begins helpfully. Legend glares at him. “Don’t you dare, you purple devil.” Ravios grin only spreads wider across his face. “You mean they don’t know about your...special gift?” Everyone perks up at that, looking at Legend expectingly. “Special gift?” Wind mumbles, sounding intrigued. “No,” he hisses back. “I didn’t even know I could do it anymore! And besides, it’s—not—the most—“

“I slammed him into the cliff and he turned into a painting.”

Everyone stiffins at that. Then suddenly Warriors bursts into a barking laugh, doubling over and clutching his stomach. “No way—“ He breaths, catching his breath and looking up at his fellow heroes. Legend growls and buries his face into his hands as the whole group bursts into a roar of giggles. Ravio smiles as innocently as ever, purple eyes shining.

“He turns into a pink bunny too.”

That bastard.

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