A Woodrose Escape
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Revali's POV

He stood there with his mouth agape, staring at the empty room. The only thing that pointed out the fact that someone had been in he was the unmade bed. And the bloody tissues in the trash can. It was strange how there was bloodied tissues in the bin, as Mipha had dealt with the majority of the blood outside. Then again, they might've been old tissues, he thought.

"Well, this sucks," Daruk's the first one to speak, stepping into the room. His eyes were wide with worry, ye also with slight fear. He was one of the few to know about her Yiga status, so a potentially missing Yiga could be classed as quite the scary thought.

"Where's she gone?" Urbosa wonders aloud, looking around the room, "actually, I wonder how she even managed to get out..." the Gerudo's voice trails off as she notices an open window, its curtain blowing gently in the cool breeze. "Oh," her lips make the shape of a small 'o'.

Turning on their heels, the Champions walk out, eager to find Zelda. She'd need to be notified. Urbosa heads off to Zelda, Daruk walks off to the dining hall, which left Mipha and Revali stranded in the hallway, off to find Enzo. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he feels like that if anyone were to know where Y/n was, it'd be Enzo. Which made Revali feel just elated.

"I wonder if he's still in the castle. If they both are," Mipha says, the weight of the day pressing down deeply onto her shoulders. Her expression was beginning to look tired and exhausted.

"With all hope, they are," the Rito responds, keeping his gaze ahead, "and if they're not..." his voice trails off, blinking at a few passing birds outside.

"Let's not think about if they're not," she whispers back. Revali could easily see the worry on her face for Y/n, and he's sure she can see the same on his face. Right now, Revali didn't care if others could see his true self. He didn't care if he got judged. Because there was just a small part of him that needed to know if Y/n was okay. And he needed to be the one to save her if she wasn't.

"Well, it's better to over-worry than to under-worry," Revali responds glumly. Mipha gives a feeble nod as her eyes run over the Royal horse stables, where she though Nyx might be. Her search proves fruitless as no pure black horse stood out in front of them. "And yet I don't think doing either would help our situation. She's probably gone," his voice was low, almost angry, picturing both her and Enzo somewhere else. At least, he wanted to know who he really was.

"Revali," Mipha calls out, stopping in her tracks. He turns around and gives her a quizzical look, raising his eyebrow. She then points ahead briefly to two people–or more like one–tacking a horse. A jet-black horse. The girl was leaning heavily against the mare, with the male struggling to attach the saddle underneath the horse's belly. Without any further ado, both Revali and Mipha towards them, a new feeling blossoming in the Rito's chest.

"Y/n!" Mipha calls out, stopping the two in their tracks. The girl's head spins hurriedly to the running champions, her eyes filling with fear as she stepped back behind Enzo. Revali also noticed her subtle attempt to cover her arm. Perhaps hiding the purple infection. "Is something the matter? We're only here to help," Mipha whispers softly to the closed off girl, giving them both a gentle look. Y/n only turns away and wearily mounts Nyx. Enzo gives a quick bow in Mipha's direction before climbing atop behind Y/n.

"No," Revali barks, standing firmly in front of Nyx and holding his wings up in front of her. This caused her to stop abruptly, closely eyeing the Rito in front of her. Y/n gave him a very narrow-eyed look, and for the first time, he was truly the one behind the harsh glare. With nowhere to move, he only opened his mouth to speak.

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Your POV

You narrow your eyes at Revali as he throws himself carelessly in front of your horse. With no idea what was really happening, you allowed Enzo's hold on your waist to ground you–you were indeed thankful for Mipha healing your wound, though.

"Look, why the fuck do you have to keep leaving? You know full well we need answers," his tone was harsh–a tone you hadn't heard before. You would be lying to say you weren't phased by it. Keeping the poker expression on, you give him a small shake of your head.

"There are no answers to be given. So what if I ended up here by a fatal wound? I'm healed now, and I'm legally allowed to leave," you say sharply, keeping your head held high. Then Mipha steps forward, and not even you could've guessed the words about to come out of her mouth.

"What was your mother's name?" Her voice was sweet, but her question was intruding. The mentioning of your mother brought a terrible chill down your spine. Her gaze was unfaltering, as if it was really a genuine question–as if she really did expect an answer. You knew yourself that no matter the information you gave her, you'd be out of Hyrule Castle before it could be used against you.

"I suppose, there's no harm in telling you," you breathe in for a second before talking, "Sandra. Her name was Sandra," your sentence was clear enough to explain to the three that your parents were deceased. If they didn't already know before. Upon your words though, Mipha's eyes grew wide.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, then you had thought she didn't know about your mother's death, "for your father's disappearance." Her words forced your back into a vertical-board position, your gaze digging into her very soul. No matter the dull ache surrounding your arm, you pointed an accusatory finger at her.

"How, do you know what happened to my father?" You say, paying no heed for the Rito still in front of your horse. Mipha only gives you a gentle smile, taking your negativity and filtering into clean and positive energy.

"Well, there's an article that we've read. It contained an interview including your mother. Her initials were 'S.Y/L/N', and when she said she heard a voice–presumably calling out to her baby–I just knew it was you. You must've been the baby. And your mother mentioned her husband never showing up. His disappearance must've rattled her greatly." As Mipha explains this, your anger quickly turns to curiosity. You shouldn't be curious, yet if there was a book with your parents in it that you hadn't read, you desperately wanted to know. Especially if the book explained a voice calling out to you specifically.

"Oh, but you must be off, right? I'm sure you have places to be," Mipha says, waving Revali away from Nyx. He tentatively steps away from the divine mare, letting her walk a few paces before being stopped by your hand.

"Why is there a book on my parents that I've not yet read?" Your question was sharp and precise, like an arrow hitting its target. The question was destined to get a perfect answer, just as perfect as Revali's aim. Except, with some miraculous way, your question missed. Flew straight past Mipha, as she sent it back with a small smile.

"Weren't you in a hurry to leave?" You weren't familiar with this side of Mipha, so you were involuntarily stunned. It was only when Enzo gently tapped your shoulder, that you blinked, bringing your mind back to reality.

"Y-well, I was. Answer my question, Mipha." You say, pushing your question again, throwing the arrow at her. You were sure it was going to hit; you were sure you'd get the answer. Yet this time, it was deflected by a mere letter.

Holding out a pale brown envelope, her soft voice fills the air once more, "take this letter, first. Then I may answer your question." Taking the letter in your hand, you feel for its weight. There was nothing more than one single piece of paper in it, you were sure. There was no writing on the front, so it was intended to be handed to you in real life. This only made you scoff. She already knew this conversation would take place. That sneaky bastard.

"Why must you make me wait for a simple answer?" You say curtly, shoving the letter in one of Nyx's saddlebags.

As Revali stands beside her, she speaks again, "so I know you'll return, of course." And with that, the two of them turned on their heel and left, leaving you sitting on Nyx's back with the most stunned expression you'd ever worn. You turn around to face Enzo, who wore a similar bizarre expression.

"What just happened?" He asks tentatively, raising his eyebrow ever so slightly. The action didn't sit right with you, however, as you turned back to the front with a huff.

"I got played like a damned fiddle," you mutter angrily, gently kicking Nyx's sides, the three of you speeding off in a quick gallop. Enzo knew not to say anything else as you wallowed in the silence, your brain fermenting in all the negative thoughts swimming through your mind. The harsh bringing up of your parents set you in a bad mood, the scowl on your face proof of that. The fact that your questions got so rudely denied didn't help the case either. You could feel the letter burning a hole in the saddlebag, begging and pleading to be opened. Yet, with a small gut feeling, you knew the letter was not to be opened just yet.

"Are we still heading to Gerudo Town?" Enzo finally asks, breaking the awkward silence growing between the both of you. His voice quickly reminded you of your companion's presence, so your head turns a little to the left, acknowledging his presence.

"Well, yes. I have things to do in that region," you respond, your voice somewhat tight. Your mind briefly flickers to the warm ivory colour that you'd once seen. Crouching in a sea of pretty flowers. If you closed your eyes, you could reimagine their gravestones standing in front of you, the bouquet in between them, shining prettily in the sunlight. You wouldn't know when, but you'd find some way to get your hands on the book Mipha had mentioned. Another book with them, you thought wearily.

"Miss-"

"It's just Y/n," you interrupt, your voice as rough as stone.

"Sorry. Y/n, will you ever tell me what the business you have in Gerudo is?" For a moment, a small feeling in your mind erupted, told you to tell him. But there was a nagging gut feeling, eating you out from your intestines, telling you not to. You barely knew him. He doesn't need to know of your business. You were still half-surprised you had put up with the Champions and their curious personalities.

"Enzo, I thought you of all people should be aware of personal matters," you say, keeping your gaze ahead, your eyes flicking to the trees and birds every so often. "People that are too inquisitive are too annoying."

"Well, that's your opinion. Mine is the more questions asked, the better. After all, questions are what helps you get to know others. How else would I have gotten your name, or even where you had to go, if I hadn't asked?" He says, his words ringing some word of truth to them. Yet for some reason, the nagging feeling in your gut only grew. His presence was starting to get on your nerves.

"Just shut it. You want a free ride? Don't be distracting," you snap, picturing his eyes rolling to the moon and back at your response.

"Very well, miss," he says, "just don't forget that if it weren't for me, you could very well be dead." That sentence alone sent shivers down your spine, making your jaw clench.

"What if that's what I want?"

"Death? Y/n, you can't be serious," Enzo gasps, grabbing your shoulder. The action startles you, his touch unfamiliar. Only thing was, was that he grabbed your left shoulder. With even a small bit of movement of your left arm, the purple mark left searing pain in its wake, reaching your head quickly. The pain had gotten worse. Way worse. You knew you had to do something about it, but what could possibly be done about something you didn't know?

"Y/n? Why do you keep zoning out?" It wasn't his words that brought you back to reality. It was the sheer strength in his voice that did. With him sitting behind you, his hand still on your shoulder, the gut feeling's voice was getting louder. Even your brain stopped telling you stupid things, and it had started listening to your gut. At first, Enzo seemed to just be a lost traveller, looking for guidance to Gerudo Town. But was that all he was? Or did you possibly let a danger travel with you?

"Y/n!" His voice grew louder, practically demanding you to respond.

"What?" You kept your voice as steady as possible, trying your best to mirror his tone. After you respond, you hear a light scoff as his grip on your shoulder weakens. You could finally breathe in relief as the pain subsided.

"Just worried, is all. You're still recovering from a bad injury, and it didn't look good when you weren't responding." Trying your best, you think of as many implicit meanings in that sentence as humanly possible. Yet it proved futile, as he kept talking, "it would also be a very bad thing, if you fainted again. Then we'd have to head back to the castle, and based on your last interactions with the Champions, I can sense you wouldn't want to go back."

"No matter if the conversation with Mipha was stupid, I still... like their company. It's better than I've ever had."

"Don't worry, you've my company now, and I hope I can prove to be as entertaining as them," he smiles at you, yet you never saw because of the fact you were faced away from him.

"Mhm," you mumble half-heartedly, wishing for the conversation to end. More than that, you wished to be back with the Champions. Or at least the inviting ones.

"So, were you ever going to tell me you were Yiga?"

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