Jett Sparks
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Your POV

Today was a whole new day as you pried your eyes open from your dreamless sleep. You look to your right, where your knapsack laid, held tightly by your grip. You couldn't let anyone get their hands on what was inside. If anyone in the Clan were to find out what you were going to do, you may as well be killed. Deciding to forget about Sooga, you had a good enough idea. You were going to train yourself to learn the Yiga magic. To teleport at will. It would pose yourself as more of a threat to the Champions, but at least you would be one step closer to obtaining that book.

Slipping out of bed, you find a loose floorboard, prying the panel off of it. It was a cheap trick–learnt from the box's hiding spot–but it supposedly worked. Stashing the box in the hole, you cover it up neatly with the panel, throwing the towel over the top of it for good measure. Standing up, nothing barely looked amiss, now you just needed to pretend you had nothing to hide.

Walking out of your room, you walk down a partially empty hallway–Sooga hadn't done his morning rounds just yet. You believed to be good, as you wanted to talk to Kohga. If anyone could help you master these powers, it'd be him.

You bring your fist up to Kohga's door, ready to knock on it. After a few sharp taps, a voice says, 'enter', which beckons you to open the door. Upon opening it, you notice Kohga sitting behind his desk with his feet up, twiddling his thumbs.

"Ah, Y/n! What brings you here so early?" He asks, throwing his feet off the table, landing on the floor with a 'thud', "not getting into mischief, are we?" He mumbles in his usual tired voice, eliciting a small shake of your head, instantly feeling nervous from the small interaction.

"I request but a small favour, Master," you say earnestly, bowing respectfully. You knew from experience if even an ant irked Master Kohga, he'd pulverise it into the ground, leaving nothing to crawl out of the mess.

"Go on," he responds, waving his hands. He walks towards you, his pom-pom-like hair bouncing ever-so-slightly as he moves.

"I know I've delayed my teleportation training, but I'd like to be taught now," keeping your chin up, you prepare for the worst. Except the worst never comes. Kohga tilts his head confusedly.

"I thought you already knew that sha-bang?" You could tell he was squinting his eyes curiously at you, and suddenly you allow yourself to breathe. You wouldn't get castigated for the ignorance of your training. Smiling underneath your mask, you shake your head at his question. "Oh, very well then. I'll assign a few blademasters then. Say, 10 o'clock, training ring?" He sits back down on his seat–his legs grown tired.

"Yes, that works perfectly well with me," you nod, feeling the true weight of relief set on your shoulders. It was a risky bullet to take, but you'd dodged it effortlessly.

"Okay. You can leave now," he then waves you out, so you walk quickly towards the door, doing everything in your power to keep his happy morning mood... happy.

"Oh, one small thing," you turn back around after you open the door, "you mean in two hours, right?" He gives a hearty chuckle before nodding. You then give a small nod of goodbye, exiting his office. Leaning against the door, you settled on getting back to your room before the wave of Yiga started up.

 ~~🌹~~

After the wave of Yiga disperse throughout the hideout, you make your way to the buffet, your stomach yelling at you to eat. Ruben walked by your side, the two of you walking in silence as you followed your noses'. He wouldn't dare bring up anything, as the last time you'd talked, it ended badly. You were also aware you knew next to nothing about the guy, as the only connection the two of you shared was Malum.

Walking through the open door, you two walk towards the messily stacked trays, grabbing a large wooden tray each. Walking to the buffet, you noticed the variety of food was a lot less than what you were used to. The only things that were left was a few fried wild greens, some toasted mushrooms, and if you were lucky, you could grab some apple pie. 

Walking to the pie, you take the last two slices and place them carefully on the tray, adding some mushrooms as a side. Walking along the buffet behind Ruben, the both of you pick up a small wooden cup, which another footsoldier fills up with some water from a jug. 

The two of you then look for a vacant table, your eyes setting on one by the corner of the room. For most mealtimes, you'd sit with Malum, and Dylan and Ruben would be there. Sometimes, Nate would follow you and sit too close, but you hadn't seen him around. Perhaps he was busy.

Sitting down opposite to Ruben, the two of you eat in silence. The apple pie was a touch cold on the outside, but it was warmer on the inside. Eating it first, Ruben gives you a side eye as he stubbornly shoves the wild greens in his mouth. 

After finishing the second slice, you then down the cup of water, the refreshing liquid a wonderful sensation against your dry throat. After finishing the few mushrooms you'd put on your plate, you stand up, grabbing your tray and putting the cup on top of it. You then bid Ruben adieu and walk off to the drop off area.

Discarding of the dishes, you leave them for the footsoldiers to wash up. You look at a nearby antique clock, showing the time to be 9:52am. You had roughly ten minutes to get to the training grounds. 

You reach the training ring in around five minutes, and you noticed two blademasters standing around chatting with each other. When you approach them, you clear your throat, alerting them of your presence.

"Ah, you're the one that wanted to be trained," the first blademaster says, looking down at you. You give a small nod to him, and his eyes land on the hilt of the Vantablack Blade, "say, that's not the Blade, is it? From the myth?" His voice grows a little louder, his question making the other blademaster's attention draw to the sword.

"Yes," you respond curtly. 

"Well, that's impressive, little one," he whistles in Except you won't be needing it in this training regime," he explains, his response one that you understood. You knew it would require use of the mind, not use of the sword. 

"Then don't give me a reason to unsheathe it," you say, testing your limits with the amount of attitude. They seemed to take it well as they chuckled, turning around and leading you to a particular part of the arena.

"What you have to do first is to find a memory that makes you calm and controlled," the first one speaks, leaving you to frown. A memory that would make you calm? Controlled? You could rack your brain for hours, and you'd find no such thing, "to make it easier, find people you feel comfortable being around." That proposition was easier. There were a few people that you felt wouldn't stab you behind your back.

Mipha.
Urbosa.
Daruk.
Revali.

"After you find the person, then think of something you've done with them that made you happy, or confident in yourself," he says, sitting himself down on a rickety, wooden bench. The only thing that came to mind when you thought of them was all the times you rode with them. Remembering all the friendly banter between yourself and Revali sent a happy spark through you. Remembering when Urbosa was there for you, in her own special way. When she helped bandage you up after the fight with Malum.

The best memory of all of them is when they rescued you from the Guardians. The memory showed Daruk's bravery as he took the full grunt of the blast. It showed Revali's strength when he took out one Guardian with three arrows. It showed Mipha's kindness when she lovingly healed your injured leg. It showed Urbosa's empathy as she helped keep the five of you together. Deciding that would be the memory you'd use; you look at the blademasters.

"I found my memory," you whisper, a note of happiness hidden in your voice. They then give a short nod.

"Now, what you must do, is you must fill your mind with everything that you felt in that memory. Specifically, the positives. Then, when you feel calm and in control, you're going to picture the place you want to travel. For now, we'll see if you can travel to the blademaster," he says as the other blademaster jogs a few metres away from the both of you.

You close your eyes, forcing your mind to relive the moment as best you could. Aside from the pain and fear you obviously felt, you had felt safe and happy at the Champion's arrivals. They were all your knights in shining armour, they were there when you thought no one would help. They were the sort of people that you could trust with your life. You remember feeling grateful, happy to see them. Even happier when they helped you find Nyx.

When you bring your mind back to Nyx, your heart throbs with love. Your horse, your lifelong partner. She was another who could give you overwhelmingly happy memories. After focusing on her as well, the five of them let your mind drift to a calm and collected place, a place where you felt in control.

Opening your eyes to the bright area, you focus your gaze solely on the blademaster furthest away from you. You only just hear the voice of the other one, "now, you form this symbol with your hands," he shows you the technique, which you briefly look at, before returning your gaze to the distance. Half-mindedly, you perform the technique, closing your eyes once more, really envisioning the blademaster, and just how far away he was.

You could hear the sound of maniacal laughter surround you, before an eruption of tickets surrounds you. When you feel your feet touch solid ground, you open your eyes, expecting to be standing in front of the blademaster. Except when you open them, you were far off the mark. The blademaster was a metre or so behind you, the both of them looking at you with a bewildered look.

After jogging back to them, the first one speaks, "that's strange. You were bound to muck up as it was your first try, but most soldiers don't have the mental stability to get close enough. You went so far beyond..." he mutters, bowing his head low.

"With enough training, you could become an expert in the technique," the second blademaster pipes up, his gruff voice sounding rough against your ears. At their implicit praise, you feel your heart flutter. For your first try, it wasn't so bad. 

"I want to try again," you say firmly, looking up at them with a fierce look beneath your mask. They look at each other, resisting the urge to laugh.

"Very well then," the second blademaster moves back to his position, "you know the drill. Think about the memory, then think about the place you want to go."

Without another word, they stand in silence as you close your eyes again, envisioning the same thing. somehow, it became easier to place yourself in the scenario, and when you felt that same feeling, you open your eyes, twisting your hands in the form of the symbol. This time, you were no stranger to the laughs echoing around you, or the eruption of tickets as your mind was suddenly engulfed in a dark crimson hue. When the world comes to be, you found yourself staring at the blademaster. You resist the urge to leap for joy as both blademasters give you a shocked look.

"Well, you're a fast learner," the second one mutters, scratching the back of his head. You fight back a smirk as the first walks up to the both of you.

"Yes, that you are. Although I'd advise travelling long distances. I know you think you're skilled as shit, but you really aren't. if you travel too far too quickly, you could suffer symptoms like nausea and dizziness." After he explains, the little bit of hope fizzles out. You'd have to stay a while longer, it would seem. After all, this wasn't something that you could learn overnight. You knew, deep down, you'd have to practice to get efficient at it.

~~🌹~~~

It had been a month, and you'd finally settled back into the Clan. It was like clockwork once more. You'd wake up, head to the meetings, then have breakfast, then head to training–both the mental and physical training. You'd then spend an hour or so in your room, reading books, then you'd head back out for dinner. You'd have mostly dreamless sleeps, then you'd be awoken by the usual rap on your door, followed by the familiar voice. You and Sooga hadn't spoken for over a month, and you intended to keep it that way.

It had been a month since the last contact with the Champions. You knew very well that they'd still be awaiting you and the scroll, but if you wanted to bust out, you'd need the teleportation magic. And for that, you need to learn and practice it. Any self-respecting Yiga would know that real skills need time to learn, time to get good at them. And that's just what you were taking. Time.

After you headed back to your room, you collapse onto your bed, your body and head numb from exhaustion. Just as you're about to let your eyelids flutter shut, something catches your gaze, making you sit up. You look at your knapsack and notice that a small piece of paper was poking out of it.

Gingerly reaching out to grab it, you feel that it was only just put there–the paper felt fresh, after all. The fact that someone had been in your room, that they'd been in your knapsack. With a rush of fear, you look through the bag, reaching inside it and feeling for the box. When your fingers touch the cool, familiar wood, you allow your heartbeat to calm down once more.

You open the note, the unfamiliar handwriting only going further to confuse you.

Y/n,
Meet me in this cave.

Underneath the words, was a small drawn map of a cave you knew the location to. Without anything on the note specifying who they were, you groggily got off your bed, reattaching the Vantablack Blade to your back. Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you imagine the cave in your head, and within seconds, crimson tickets explode around you, and you find yourself standing in the middle of the cave.

Looking around, you notice the presence of only one person. With a Hylian cloak covering their clothes, you knew not of who they were. Until they turned around. In that moment, you could only feel a strong sense of déjà vu.

"Nate," you grumble, as he steps closer.

"Y/n," he copies, his grin burning into your mind.

"What do you want now?"

"I want answers. But you know how I am. I cut first then ask the questions after."

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