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"You'll need to run that by me again."
"I've told you at least a million times now, Vet! My quest involved the mixing of our eras, so in all of the futures," said Warriors, "of everyone here, someone is probably going to be capable of traveling between my era and their own."
Legend raised his eyebrows in response, "Of all my adventures, I'm not sure I've ever heard something even half as crazy as that."
Warriors was about to respond before he was interrupted by Wind.
"It's true! You know, I was there for his journey. I have proof!" he said, pulling out a pictograph of Warriors and Wind. Wind looked about the same, but Warriors had far less battle scars scattered over his face.
In the photo, there was snow covering the ground and falling from the sky. Each boy had a snowball in each hand. They faced each other, mischievous looks on their faces. Wind had his arm pulled back, about to throw one of his snowballs. The snowball that had been on Warriors' right hand was soaring through the air when the picture was captured, headed straight for Wind's face.
Warriors let out a chuckle, "Ah, that was one heck of a day, wasn't it?"
Legend squinted at the pictograph. He pointed at a young duo in the background. The boy looked about Wind's age and looked freakishly similar to him. The girl beside him had long beautiful blonde hair, a large contrast to her bulky suit of armor.
"Who's that?" asked Legend.
"Spirit and Phantom." Warriors and Wind said in unison.
Ignoring the foreign names, Legend asked yet another question, "And who took the photo?"
At the same time Warriors said he couldn't remember, Wind cheered out the photographer's name.
"Tetra did!"
Quickly realizing how eager he seemed to answer, Wind's face quickly went red. He would be teased about that one later, for sure! Both Warriors and Legend could find any way to tease anybody.
"Wind," Warriors began, humor strung through his voice, "Why don't you tell us the story of this photo?"
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It was a cold, snowy, and wet day. Wind finally had a few hours off fighting at the same time as his closest friends. He scanned the field, searching for his companions. In the distance, he saw two heads of blonde, and -fingers crossed it was the Captain and Tetra- charged over towards them, gathering damp and packy snow in his hands as he ran.
Gathering a bunch of fabric from the back of her shirt, Wind pulled back Tetra's shirt to expose her skin and smacked his hand full of snow against her bare neck.
"Aghaagah!" she yelled, "Oh, you little shithead!"
Wind giggled in a mischievous manner as Tetra turned around to face him. She gripped his shoulders tightly and kicked her leg out to the side and swung it back against the behind of his knees. Wind's eyes grew to the size of saucers as Tetra pushed them both down to the ground, landing with her knee on his stomach.
"Yeowch! Tetraaaaaa!" Wind cried. He looked up at Captain Link, "Cap! Help me!"
His pleas were a lost cause when the captain reached down to the ground and grabbed a handful of the packs snow and molded it into a misshapen ball. he held it high above his head and slammed it down onto Wind's face.
"CapTAAAAAIN!"
His screech of freezing cold terror must have been loud enough to attract people from the other side of the field, as when Wind looked to his right he saw Spirit and Phantom watching everything go down.
"Oh, thank Zephos- SPIRIT PHANTOM HELO THE CAPTAIN AND TETRA ARE KILLING ME!"
The duo ran over, and not soon after everyone was in one huge snowball fight.
"Wind!" the captain called.
"Yeah?" Wind yelled out from the other side of the snowball battle.
"One on one! I challenge you!"
"Fuck yeah, bet!"
Shortly, all the snowball competitors were in a circle surrounding Wind and the Captain.
"Tetra," said Wind, "Keep my bag safe, will ya?" he said while already tossing his bag over to her. Tetra caught it in the air with both hands.
The captain and Wind circled each other, snowballs in their hands, anticipating eachother's move.
The captain was the first to make a move, throwing his first snowball. Wind quickly dodged it. He took one of his own snowballs and threw it at Captain Link, and it landed square in his stomach. He grabbed his stomach in unexpected pain.
The captain raised another snowball at the same time as Wind, but he was quicker.
The snowball hit Wind's face with a splat, but not before they heard the click of a pictograph being taken.
The fight went on for like an hour before both boys got too tired to continue.
Everyone left to their own respective tents to enjoy a mug of hot chocolate and cozy up, ready for bed after a long day of cold, wet, snowy fun.