#hylia-and-obsidian

[paillettetkdi]

“Who is represented here?”

Link had always been fascinated by great monuments. In Skyloft, space was limited, so everything had to be small. The only real big decoration was the statue of the goddess, but over time, it had become increasingly difficult to visit. Now that he could explore new places and the Hylian civilization, he found joy in observing statues and other monuments.

This one was particularly beautiful and seemed relatively new, which piqued his curiosity about the stories behind its existence that was probably still not forgotten. The statue depicted a young man, or perhaps a boy, bowing before the figure of a tall woman. She resembled the statue of Hylia he had seen in front of the castle earlier that day. The entire statue was crafted from a dark material, except for the golden Triforce on the forehead of what he assumed was Hylia, and the two purple gems that sparkled in the boy's eyes. The dark obsidian of the statue contrasted beautifully with the white and gold imagery of Hyrule Castle.

“That’s a statue of Link,” Zelda said, looking up at the figure.

“What!? Really?” the sailor exclaimed, glancing between Zelda and the statue.

“Well, yes. Neither Link nor I are particularly fond of this statue, but it tells a part of Hyrule’s story that must never be forgotten. That’s why we decided it should remain here,” she explained, her gaze fixed on the obsidian figure.

“What happened ?” Link asked, still captivated by the boy’s gaze.

“That shouldn’t be my story to tell,” she replied, beginning to look nervous.

The group exchanged glances. They all knew they shouldn’t push for information about their Vet; he was quite secretive and deserved to keep his privacy. However, the statue's presence implied that this story wasn’t entirely hidden. The Vet wasn’t there, and since they met him, Zelda had been their only reliable source of information about him.

Link chose to stay silent, waiting for the sailor to insist further. He could practically see that Zelda was having the same train of thought.

“Well, I suppose it’s not a secret after all,” she sighed. She looked back at the statue, struggling to look away, and began to speak.

“As you know, Link is my biological brother. Long ago, the queens of Hyrule received a blessing ensuring that their children would only be born female, allowing them to continue Hylia’s legacy. Having a boy was considered a curse. When my mother discovered that one of the twins she had just given birth to was a male, she knew she had to hide him from everyone at court, even from my father, the king, to ensure his safety.” She turned around to look at the ceiling clearly avoiding the statue.

“She placed Link under the protection of an old knight who would care for him as his own. He received an education in the arts and music, staying far away from swords and blades. But secrets don’t last forever. Ten years later, I was kidnapped, and I used my power to reach out for help. Knowing I couldn’t rely on the knight, who was under dark influence, I sought anyone bearing the blood of the goddess. Link was the only one to hear my plea. Saving me meant revealing an identity that even we didn’t fully understand.

When my father discovered who Link was, he sentenced him to death, believing my kidnapping was a result of his existence.”

Link heard a series of sharp gasps beside him. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Hyrule, the kingdom he was building with the love of his life sentencing a ten-year-old boy to death for simply existing.

“Artists condemned to death are allowed one last act of creation—one last painting, one last song... I needed time to persuade my father to change his mind, so Link and I decided that he would dance. It was the only way to ensure he wouldn’t fall asleep if I took too long. He danced for an entire week in front of the castle, no matter how people treated him. Some threw shards of glass and boiling water at him, but he kept dancing without eating, drinking, or stopping. When I finally managed to make him stop, when my father accepted to let him live, the last thing he did before collapsing was bow before the statue of the goddess Hylia.” She stopped for e few second looking again at the statue.

“This statue is a representation of this moment, of my brother last dance. He never danced again him who loved it so much”

A heavy silence hung over them as they continued to gaze at the statue. So, this was one of the secret his brother had kept. What else remained unsaid among them? What other dark stories were hidden beneath their armors and swords? Link could feel the tingle of Demise lightning as he turned around hearing a shout from outside.

“Are you coming? We don’t have all day, and I’m hungry, so hurry up!” called their Vet.

The sailor was the first to snap out of his reverie, rushing to join the young man outside. The others followed silently, not looking back at the dark figure behind them. Link could almost feel the purple gems watching him as he stepped out.

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I know that it doesn’t really make sense in the cannon of TLOZ but this scene was on my mind so tadam i guess

Same as last time if a made any error tell me i want to improve

And Sky is the narrator here so he is the one that is cold « Link » considering that he is talking about himself. Zelda call Legend Link because it makes sense

Have a great day again and this post is probably gonna be deleted because i dont really like how it turned out

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Shadow, Day 4

Lost

I feel like we really need to talk more about how the Lost Woods are a concept as beautiful as it is terrifying actually.

Wild/BOTW/TOTK Link fans, this one's for you and brought by my severe sleep deprivation, enough caffeine to kill a grown woman with less spite and my medieval literature/narrative/poetry teacher who motivated me through the entire creative process via helping me throw ideas at the wall even as all of the essays I gotta turn in are going to make me late in posting Sage. *laughs hysterically, immediately collapses*

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, and it's up to interpretation what's going down on this one. And can also be read in or outside of an LU context, I'm leaving it vague both on purpose and because of sleep deprivation lol.

Of all places you could say you most intimately did not wish to be alone after being separated from the Chain, the Lost Woods of literally any era but specially Wild’s would definitely be on your top three at a pristine number one.

Really, if you weren’t currently being stalked through the darkened, shadowed weald of the once welcoming evergreen home of both the Minish and Kokiri, whom you knew could be much, much more beautiful lovely (it did aid in raising a good chunk of your beloved heroes, after all) and with your heart working with all the urgency of a wounded deer being chased by a wolf. You’d almost commend it for it’s choice in setting this time.

Keyword being almost, for it compared naught to the sheer and utter terror that burned through your every sinew, marrow and veins at the accuracy of that statement, and the implication that your nebulous and hauntingly familiar current hunter grew ever more clever each passing second of your adventure.

You ran, ran and ran through the living woods, trying desperately to find any possible landmark, an oddly shaped tree, one of the torches or the remain of the skeletons from the old, ruined iterations of the Temple of Time from long bygone eras that the forest had reclaimed, or the hint of the breeze soft whispers from the echoes of the Kokiri or the elated branch rattle giggling laughter of the Skull Children. At this point you’d take even the the mad, beast like howling of the Stalfos or the tortured wailing of Poes, somewhere between vesania tainted laughter and the primal, feral pleading for one’s survival that shook you to the marrow.

There was no such symphony now, the woods as silent as a grave.

(The hauting ground of so, so many that it did not love or could not hold onto anymore, whispered a corner of your mind, and it sounded like the Shadow, with it’s ominous phlegmatic hissing, twisted amusement and sadistic brutality all in one.)

Your arm had long gone numb, broken under the impossible force held by the beast of sulfur and obsidian that the world itself rebelled against warring at it’s very existence as it roared it’s wrath back at it, the Goddesses, Hylia and Demise and your heroes and princesses caught in the middle of divine design, your legs giving out under the weight of your exhaustion, you tasted copper from the wound on your head dripping down your lips but that did not stop you. Would not stop you, couldn’t stop you.

You grit your teeth so hard against the shout that wanted to tear it’s way out of your throat as you barely kept yourself from hitting your head, diverting your momentum against an old, lonely tree. Your blood sinking into the wood, good, better it than Dark Link.

You were tired, you were exhausted, you swore you could hear a growl among the melancholy of the mist. You hoped the shade did not manage to track you down as you made sure not to leave a trail of blood, but something tells you that it wouldn’t need it to track you even with the faint moonlight barely giving enough aid in your own quest to find it before it found you with your only, laughable weapon being an old arrow you’ve pilfered from a long decomposed corpse almost falling from your white knuckled grip.

You didn’t want to die, you needed to survive.

You though of the Chain, your lovely, chaotic, kind boys, of Sky’s ever ecompassing kindness and Four’s brilliant cleverness, Time’s quiet comfort and Legend’s fierce hidden gentleness and Wind’s trailblazing joy, Hyrule’s tender sweetness and Warrior’s warm protectiveness and Wild’s beautiful adoration for life.

You missed them, and it was likely you wouldn’t see them again, that more than anything hurt more than all of your wounds combined.

You try to push yourself up, to move, to live, to keep moving forward, caring not for the stillness of the glade. Barely noticing the sudden silence as you almost pitched forward once again, stumbling onto the earth as your grip onto your makeshift weapon finally gave out-

Only for a pair of arms to catch you, steady, magnolias and rosemary, petrichor from untamed, ancient Hyrule. A bright Sheikah cerulean tunic and a navy cloak falling over darkned boots.

You freeze, hands twitching, it couldn’t be an illusion. You’ve seen plenty in the corner of your eye as you traversed through the woods, attempting to lead you astray. None of them were solid, many of them weren’t quite as cold as this, whoever was holding you.

But it couldn't be real either, it shouldn't.

“Link...?”, came your tired rasp, you felt as if you’ve swallowed sand (briefly, you wondered if the taste of flowers on the back of your tongue mixing with the copper of the liquid of life in your veins was the reason. Then resolved yourself not to think about it), your traitorous body succumbing to exhaustion as the stranger gently held you up (friend, friend, but it couldn’t be, Wild tried to hold onto you, the memory of his desperation scorching under your eyelids like a brand and his howl of denial mixed with self loathing would haunt your for days to come, maybe months, he was far away and hopefully safe, it couldn’t be him).

The figure merely steadied you against themselves, silent as they swung you into their arms, you briefly struggled. It was instinct to put up a fight, to push against the liminal illusion cruelly meant to haunt your possible last moments as another soon to be lost souls chest, or heck for all you knew it could be the Shadow, dragging it out, playing with your torment as it gave you scraps of hope before taking it away. The figure paused, only to gently readjust you -painfully careful as the memory of the gentleness belonging to your Champion but oh so wrong made your heart ache-, the figure lowly speaking, their tone the emerald eternity of the kingdom’s fields and like setting stitches against your wounded self, like the soothing nature of early autumn rain. Almost a whisper, cracked like the wind through the leaves.

“... Rest. You’ll be alright.”

You wanted to protest, wanted to claw and fight and bite his throat off just in case even if you weren’t sure it would take, as with your head in the crook of his hood you couldn’t hear a heartbeat, but your exhaustion won out in the end. Held in the warmth of the sun over Faron Woods with the glimpse of fierce cerulean blue, the gaze of a reynard whom a part of you knew wouldn’t give you up without a fight and safer than you felt since getting pounced through that cursed portal.

When you next came to, it was to Wild’s frantic worry at the edges of camp, his hair like a frazzled shroud as he dropped everything in hand of his watch to check on your now wrapped wounds. Hugging you tight as you held him just as close back.

This time, you found a heartbeat, and you could almost weep with relief, and in the darkness of the woods a shrouded shade smiled.

Returning to the mist unseen and unheard. But content you were home.

[fourswords]

y'know just the fact that hylia had to ask link whether he was going to take revenge on the kingdom that held him in contempt or save it from doom was enough of an eye-opening moment as it was (even though hylia already knew what his answer was going to be):

but genuinely if he hadn't already died and could've heard what hylia said about his imprisonment and suffering being "willed by the heavens" because it was "necessary to transform him into the one fit to wield the master sword" i think he might've just been like Actually. Fuck you guys. Revenge it is. because while link DOES stand with his comrades again after his imprisonment and DOES call them his friends even after their betrayal and DOES pray for their happiness above the clouds with all his heart and DID want to take to the sky with them.....the emphasis on the land itself being what link fights for more than the people is absolutely woven into the story here. when he stands above the crowd of people and promises to always defend the land of hylia, he looks out at the mountains, not down at the crowd, and even says:

"Though people's hearts may change with time, this land's beauty, pride and purity never change. If you have need of me... ...then I will forever fight to defend you."

and the amount of times the destruction of the land is emphasized....

"Wicked desire assaulted the world's surface, staining it the color of obsidian... ...and the mountains, the plains, and all that flowed pure on the earth were ruthlessly scoured by fire."

and when the demon king strikes link down and goes on to continue his rampage before hylia eventually seals him away, link doesn't think even once of the people until the red loftwing appears and link asks him if he would show their people to the skies. instead, he thinks this:

"My hometown... The beautiful air... The mountains... The rivers... ...reduced to this. Will this be the last thing I ever see?"

like. he stands with the people even after all they've done to him. he acts as their figurehead. their pawn that they cast aside to torture and rot and only dragged back out because lord dagianis died and they finally decided that a hero was needed again. he fights with them. he calls them his friends despite everything. he hopes for their happiness. but first and foremost, it's the land itself that he fights for, not the people living on it. not really. when he says "people's hearts may change with time" he kind of even acknowledges that—it's a verbal slight against them and all of their fickleness concerning him and his imprisonment and his freedom the instant they were in danger again (same as when he said "It was you—my own people—who said you had no need for a powerful hero. And now that it's convenient for you, you want me to fight?"). and maybe nothing would've changed if he'd heard his suffering was ordained by the gods. maybe his love of the land still would have won over his hatred of the people and the gods doing what they did to him and he still would have fought just the same. but i honestly would not have blamed this dude one bit if he'd just decided to be like "Fuck This. Fuck All Of You." and dipped. he's suffering more than jesus out here

[adrift-in-thyme]

Whumptober Day 29: "What happened to me?"

Read it on Ao3

- First

- Summary: Link becomes an uwilling pawn in a dastardy plot

CW for possession, blood and injury, mentions of death, captivity, and torture

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Everything hurts.

Link drags his eyes open, groaning as consciousness alerts him to the agony that tears him apart. The emptiness he had been drifting in had been far preferable to this.

…whatever this is.

He stands in crimson-tinged near-darkness, held up solely by the manacles around his wrists and ankles. The only light source is from the pools of lava that gurgle and bubble on either side of him. The heat that emanates from them seems to claw at him, smothering and searing. Chained as he is, he can’t escape its reach.

Link swallows, wincing as something wet trickles down his forehead and into his eye. He can’t even tell where his wounds begin and where they end. 

How had he even gotten them? He wonders, trying to force his dazed, jumbled thoughts into something coherent. And how had he ended up here?

As far as he knows, he has never set foot in this place before. It positively wreaks of dark power though, almost as suffocating as the flaming heat that burns his exposed skin and laps at the tattered remains of his tunic and trousers.

He closes his eyes, attempting to ignore the pain and let the memories he knows are there come forth. But they are stubborn things. He recalls nothing save for the abyss he had floated in, buoyed upon soft, weightless waves of light. 

It was painless there. Pleasant, almost. Save for those odd moments when he had sworn he was doing something…speaking, acting, feeling. But those moments had not been his own. Not truly. No, his life, his reality���

Ah.

He blinks his eyes open again, a grim smile on his lips. The flickering of flames upon the obsidian surface of the opposite wall seems to taunt him.

He had been dead. Felled by Demise’s lightning, torn asunder by his claws.

And as he had taken his final breaths, Hylia had sent his people to the sky.

“Link, hurry! Jump into the light! Please!”

He had wanted to. In truth, he would have given anything to take to the skies with them, make a new home, get a second chance at protecting his beloved people. But fate had not willed it so. 

Apparently, however, he is not quite off its leash just yet. Otherwise he would not be sitting here would he? In some cruel joke to the gods.

There is no rest for the wicked, he has heard some say. There is no rest for heroes either. Not the ones who failed, at least.

He should feel bitter, he supposes. All he feels is tired. It seeps in through the bloodied cracks in his skin, oozing into his bones and muscles, encompassing his soul. He sags beneath its weight.

Forgive me, Hylia. I do not know if I have the strength to face whatever trial fate has set before me.  

“So, even in this place, you dare to pray to your goddess. It will do you no good.”

The voice booms around the space, echoing off of the walls. Footsteps join in its aftermath, loud and heavy, mingling with the scrape of a door sliding open. Link raises his head.

Before him stands an all-too-familiar figure. His hair is like burning flames, his flesh the color of ash. His eyes are ablaze with the fury Link faced so long ago.  

“Demise.”

He spits the title with all the animosity he can conjure. There is no shortage of it, to be certain. It boils within him, hotter than the lava that leaps toward him. 

“I thought Hylia sealed you away. How are you here now?”

“One could ask you the same thing,” the demon god rumbles. “But you have no right to question me in the first place.”

He stalks toward him and Link tenses. 

“You are as much of a pathetic worm as you were back then.”

A clawed hand forces his chin up, nails drawing blood, hold so tight that Link grits his teeth to keep from crying out.

“I am not so pathetic as you think,” he retorts. “I defeated you back then, did I not?”

Demise laughs, actually laughs, and the earth shakes with the sound. 

“You did nothing. It was your goddess who sealed me and her sword which saved your people. Your only accomplishment was securing an untimely death for yourself.”

His expression darkens. Link meets it with an answering glare. He refused to bow before this deity back then. He refuses to now.

“However, there are ways in which you can be useful.”

He turns away. A short distance away there sits a large throne, shrouded in shadow, and adorned with carved depictions of people writhing in agony. An enormous claymore rests against it and Demise scoops it up as though holding it is no feat at all. He runs a finger across its ridged edges and Link feels his breath stutter. 

“You won’t kill me again so soon,” he says, steady tone belying the terrified turmoil within.

“No, I will not do that.” Demise walks back to him. Lifting the weapon, he presses the tip of it against Link’s neck. “Only humans kill indiscriminately.”

Link swallows, feeling the chill of cold metal on his skin. It is almost unnatural amidst all this heat.

“You may say that. But you certainly killed indiscriminately during the war. What of all the people you slaughtered in your attempt at bringing about a world of darkness?”

“You misunderstand, pitiful human,” he snarls. “I take as many lives as I wish. But I take them with purpose.”

He presses the blade closer. It bites mercilessly into Link’s flesh. Blood bubbles up beneath it. 

“Know this. I threaten with purpose, as well. I have use for you and you will fulfill it.”

“No. I won’t.”

The blade bites harder. Link clenches his hands into fists. The pain within him is an unending rhythm. The heat smothers him. But he won’t back down. He won’t surrender. Whatever this demon god wants, he refuses to give it to him.

“No is not an answer you give to a god, fool.”

Suddenly, his body lights up with agony. Link arches back, a strangled scream breaking free. Flames sear through his very bones, fire courses through his veins. All he can see is red. 

And then, just as quickly, it’s over. He sags against his chains, gasping for breath.

“There are nine heroes. Nine men and boys like yourself.”

He blinks, dazedly trying to comprehend Demise’s words.

“N-nine?” Link raises his head, hardly registering the absence of the blade. “There should…should only be one. Me.”

Again, Demise’s laughter fills the cavernous space. 

“The failure you and your goddess share has haunted many, boy. These nine possess your spirit. I wish for them to be wiped from history itself.” 

He hefts the weapon in his hand, regarding it calmly. Link stares dimly at it. Thoughts tumble through his mind in a panicked race to be heard. 

Nine heroes with his spirit. A failure that doomed them all. Demise standing before him now. 

The seal broke. It must have. And he hadn’t been there to recreate it.

…neither had Hylia.

No.

Link’s eyes widen. 

He remembers bits and pieces of his last moments. Words spoken in soft tones. Broken messages that hadn’t seemed important in the face of death.

“I…shed divinity…simple human.”

He chokes on a cry.

Hylia, what did you do?

“My servants attempted to do the deed,” Demise is saying now, as though his previous words are not fit to destroy Link completely. “But they failed. Every one of them.”

Flaming irises skewer him. He is like a fairy trapped in the bottle of an unsavory person – helpless, terrified. 

“You will not.”

Link bares his teeth in a snarl. A mixture of terror and guilt and hopelessness, he has found, quickly becomes rage in the heart of a warrior. It fills him now, blinding him to the pain, to the sorrow, dragging him from the depths like a wild animal struggling against the walls of its cage.

“What…what makes you assume I will do your bidding? You may have dragged me back from the land of the dead, but I have no goodwill in my heart towards you for it.” 

He cocks his head, a harsh grin splitting his lips. Every word tastes like ash and blood in his mouth, an outpouring of the fires of battle roaring in his soul.

“Or perhaps you think you can intimidate me because my goddess is gone and my people with her? I assure you, I am well accustomed to facing terrors alone. Your idle threats don’t frighten me.”

“You dare speak to a god in such a manner, insolent human?” Demise practically looms over him, all flaming power and dark magic. He steps closer and his meaty fist closes around Link’s neck. He chokes, gasping as agony streaks up his throat and a skull-crushing rush fills his ears. “You will find that my threats are anything but idle. You will do my bidding.”

He leans in, heedless of Link’s thrashing and clawing. 

“You will do it because I will make you. Open your mind, little human, and let me in.”

Link’s eyes blow wide with panic. His attempts to break free grow impossibly more desperate as the reality of what Demise is about to do strikes home. 

He can’t possibly resist a god’s attempts to make him an unwilling, unthinking pawn. He isn’t strong enough. Especially not now, after everything. 

I could not even slay him the first time. By the gods, I failed so completely that I burdened nine with the task that was meant only for me. 

How on earth can I hold him back now?

He lifts his eyes to the heavens, tears of pain and desperation burning in them. 

If you hear me, Hylia, help me! Give me the strength to…

His thoughts shatter. It comes at him in a rush of roaring power, thundering into his mind like an oncoming tsunami. And at the same time his body ignites again with searing agony. His world dissolves into a hellish haze of inescapable pain.

He thinks he screams. At least, that must be the terrible sound that echoes in his ears and tears at his throat. But he can’t be sure. He can’t be sure of anything really. Suddenly, everything is upside down and sideways and a swirl of hazy, nauseating confusion.

“You are strong,” someone sneers and he hardly understands the words. “It sickens me. Fall before me, Chosen Hero of the Goddess. Become my puppet.”

Everything intensifies. Colors explode before his eyes, memories rush by at incomprehensible speeds – his own and those he has never seen before, that don’t even belong in his mind. Desires snake into his heart, his limbs grow heavy, his body unnaturally cold. 

He screams again, but this time it is more pitiful, more weak – a last ditch attempt to protest what distantly, he knows is coming. 

“Yes.” Demise’s face is inches from his. Abruptly, he can make it out with striking clarity. “You are mine.”

Link chokes on a sob.

I’m sorry. 

He doesn’t even remember who he is apologizing to anymore. Or what he was doing here. Or why everything hurts so badly.

But he doesn’t need to. Not really. Because in the next moment, everything falls away. 

Between one strangled, gasping, desperate breath and the next, he loses himself.

[exielimon]

La esquizo pega fuerte

this one is not necessarily lu but take it as you wish

enjoy this lil somthing named

When the Fire Rages

(1413 words ahead)

This was important to Vio.

It was dangerous and desperate and irrational and maybe stupid. But it was important to Vio.

And after reuniting, everything important to Vio was important to the four of them.

So here they were, each of the colors split around a circle of ashes and rests of the dark mirror, made nothing but powder.

“You have no idea how grateful I am for this. Thank you guys for being with me” Vio whispered as he took his point in the diagram, voice wavering.

“We’re the same damn person, we want this too, thank only Zelda” Blue remarks, only slightly snarky.

Vio redirects his gaze towards Zelda, out of the circle but present for any type of help, who smiles gently. “You are my best friend, if you are so confident about this, then who am I to protest?” her smile makes her eyes wrinkle. “So, what’s the spell?”

Vio begins the chanting and the colors focus, channeling their own connection with magic, channeling their feelings and hopes, there is still hope he can come back.

Please, Hylia, let him come back.

The air in the place shifts, it reeks of old, dark magic, of death, of ashes, of wrong. And it’s exactly what they need.

Red opens his eyes instinctively, focus not even wavering, and he sees the smear of darkness in the center of the diagram on the floor, taking the shape of limbs, each of it’s ends flickering like flames, the powder of mirror melting into a smooth surface, a square about ten inches wide. It’s working!

Red smiles, just as warm as he would’ve liked to welcome Shadow into the family.

Unfortunately, it’s short-lived.

A pulse of dark magic as Vio ended the chanting alerted the others to open their eyes, the formation was still in process.

“Yes… Yes! Shadow!” Vio cries, desperate for the other to finally hear the name after millions of nights when it was screamed into the void.

But there’s something wrong, and yes wrong was normal in this case but… it was the wrong type of wrong. Red could swear that the glittery powder of the shattered mirror, still melting, in the center of the diagram was… darkening, if obsidian black could get darker.

However, it was the only warning they got before the thing hovering in the center, woke up.

“Shadow Link!” Vio shouted, but the creature in front of him did not acknowledge it, simply took in the people surrounding him and smirked.

Too much teeth.

“That’s not-!” Green was cut off.

It (he?) slashed out, a dark sword appearing in its (his?) hand, equally flickering like a flame. Red, from behind the (wretched thing) shadow, saw how the wave knocked Vio and green backwards, sending Green into a wall and Vio into Zelda’s arms.

Zelda, panicked, put up a shield of light, seeming to work against a sword made of darkness, but she was thrown off balance with another wave of force because of the high heels she was forced to wear every day, as a ‘lady’, dropping Vio to the ground before he can get his feet under himself, hitting his head.

Blue ran up to the thing, and it thrust the pommel of its sword blindly backwards, surprisingly catching Blue on the gut, Red was impressed, the thing noticed Blue with the soundless footsteps he had.

Now, Red was the one that would probably start crying in one of these situations, he’s the most sentimental one of them all, but he’s already made peace with the loss, he mourned and learned to honor his shade’s name. But this was not-

“Shadow…?” Vio whispered, uncharacteristically weak and pleading and broken and wrong.

Blue was on the floor, clutching his side, gasping for air, Green was unconscious off to the side and the monster was wrapping up Zelda in a dark, beautiful diamond of pure evil.

If everything is wrong today, then an angel can bring hell upon its enemies.

Red is, after all, the element of fire.

His blood boils, this wretched attempt of a Shadow copy is hurting his family, his friends, him. Is fooling Vio and betraying all of them right after they brought it to life.

Flames flicker to life from his fingertips, his hair, from under his feet, and it may or may not be a metaphor to make this text more poetic, but there’s fire in his eyes too.

He draws his sword and points it towards the creature of darkness, he focuses like the day the real shadow was lost to the universe, all of Hyrule non the wiser of his good actions and no one knowing the real hero was dead.

A beam of light with an outline of flames came out of the sword, catching the dark creature. Red didn’t realize his eyes were glowing, he just screamed his wrath out as he burned the lame copy of his deceased friend.

The creature screams like a sick redead with arachnophobia in front of a skulltula under the light combined with flames, just as loud as Red.

Red cannot bring himself to care, not when he is seeing his namesake.

He walks up, dropping the beam as he approaches, the thing’s hair is burnt as its whole body is fuming but it’s still fucking standing.

Red sprints to thrust his sword in its gut while it regains force— damn the middle of the night and the dark dungeon they were using just so the light didn’t catch Shadow right after reincarnating again— and shoot again, now the light shining from underneath its skin.

“Shadow…! Red, no!” Vio shouts weakly, dazed and with probably a concussion.

“This is not Shadow!” Red answers and his magic pulses, the words making it more true and practically adding fuel to the fire. Flames lick at his clothes but he doesn’t care, this miserable dark insect must be crushed and burnt to ashes.

“Red! Stop!” Blue shouts through gritted teeth, being only one or two minutes after getting hit. Scrambling back to avoid the flames gliding through the room. “you’ll hurt yourself!” He shouts to deaf ears among the screams.

Blue fumbles for a solution, he can’t be the grumpy, impulsive one when there’s already someone out of control! damnit, why did Green get knocked out? Maybe… aha! the mirror!

Just as it should’ve ended before, the demons being defeated by Link’s hand by destroying the mirror, not one demon sacrificing himself to destroy the other demon by shattering the same mirror as a huge change of the game.

Except this time one is not a demon, just a literal raging fire.

Blue stumbles to his feet and runs to get the mirror, he picks it up, lifts it and slams it to the ground, returning it to shards.

Red doesn’t hear the shatter with all the screaming of the dark spawn but he notices the cracks suddenly apear on its body as if it, directly, was shattered. At the same time he saw how Zelda’s cage broke into a million pieces.

“NOO!” the thing nothing but screeches, as if it had any reason or even a right to live, shattering further until it too crumbled and disappeared.

Red lowered his sword, the flames shrinking after consuming everything of his hurt used as fuel. The flames faded just like a campfire with nothing else to burn.

Blue was there in an instant, catching Red when he collapsed, utterly tired, the edges of his clothes lined with embers turning to ash, fuming.

Blue’s cold— always cold— fingers were wonderful to Red’s skin that felt like it’d been dipped in lava.

Red opened his eyes to silently stand up and walk towards Vio. “Hey… can you hear me?”

“W-why did you…” Vio trailed off, his eyes were unfocused and distant, Red couldn’t stop himself from crumbling then and there, curling over his brother’s hurt and dazed form to cry silently, Vio wrapped his arms around him automatically like so many times before.

“Green’s alright, just hit his head, he’ll wake up” He heard, between his sobs, Blue speak presumably directed to Zelda.

Some fabric shuffling and a grunt from Blue told Red Green was carried over, Red felt Zelda’s hand on his hair and Blue’s on his back as he let out the same amount of grief he let out as anger.

Who would’ve thought the gentle warmth of a candle could become an unforgiving blaze.

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thanks for your support!

[themask-maker]

Ikanan Symbology - The Blasphemer // Demon Tribes AU Supplemental Lore

The Blasphemer is an important symbol to the founding of The Kingdom of Ikana.

It is a design created after a tournament of legend, in which the Five Demon Tribes competed to determine which of them would be worthy of receiving a Blessing From The Golden Goddesses. The winner of that tournament was a fiery Gerra with glistening obsidian scales who adopted the name "Demise".

When Demise ascended the newly-built Stone Tower to meet with the Goddesses and receive his reward, he was appalled to find that Hylia's tribes of humans, the Hylians and Sheikah, had already been chosen. Her lowly humans graciously accepted the Golden Blessing in reverence.

The Blasphemer was created to symbolize the act of taking such a deep insult and throwing it right back. It marks the first time in history which the Five Tribes were united under one shared cause: indignant fury. They collectively turned their backs on The Golden Goddesses and did not look back. The Five Tribes then crowned Demise as their First King and joined together as a country under his rule.

To this day, The Blasphemer can be found in all matter of texts and gestures. For example, a formal Ikanan greeting is to hold one index finger skyward and bare one's fangs or tongue in a taunting snarl, which may be accompanied by a deep bow depending on situation. The general meaning translates to "the heavens reject us, yet we stand defiant". It is a gesture of solidarity and often used to indicate respect.

[Note: The Blasphemer comes from environmental icons found within Majora's Mask, as seen below. These statues do not have a canon name or meaning. Screenshots courtesy of ZeldaDungeon]

[dumpster-lizard]

i was thinking

if hylia was created by the golden godesses

shouldn't demise also have been created by a bigger evil as old as the golden godesses, an "obsidian titan" if you will, considering demise was a titan of darkness equal to hylia

and this obsidian titan knows only one reason for existence: destruction

Eh prefer Demise to be a creation of the Golden goddesses as well. They're more of a neutral force in my eyes- they're the laws of the world, Hylia and Demise were meant to be the rulers.

Demise, however, was not satisfied with the lot he was given, and sought Hylia's as well.

[miniscrew-anon]

HSH Febuwhump Day 23 - “You’ll Have to go Through Me”

Continuation of Days 8 & 9 & 21

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The figure is imposing. Draped in simple black waist garb, the man’s fiery red hair and eyes stand out, nearly glow in the dark of the cavern. He’s tall and broad, made of pure muscle. His arms and chest are covered in black ink made to look like dragon scales, and his nails are sharpened into wicked points. An ‘x’ shaped scar covers his forehead and his face is twisted into blatantly cruelty and hatred. He holds a massive great sword in one hand, displaying his pure power.

Sky doesn’t feel an ounce of fear. 

The knight raises his own blade, his personal sword that he helped craft and forge, and meets the man’s heated stare with an equally icy glare. 

Behind the man, the bodies of his men are strewn along the floor, having been killed in their sleep. 

Between them, Ghirahims fresh corpse lay cooling. 

Behind Sky, Sun cradles her broken hand to her chest, watching the two stand off. 

“So… you would stand before obliteration to defend your Goddess?” The man’s voice was timeless, neither young nor old. But it was strong and deep and echoed off the walls of the stone chamber. 

“How interesting.” The man mused, lips curling up at the edges. He’s amused at the guardsman’s unwavering stare. Not many can meet his eyes without flinching. “The last chosen heroes I faced were nothing more than sniveling, cowardly worms who tucked tail and ran at the mere sight of me. They were hardly worth even chasing down.”

The man examined his blade, seemingly captivated with the obsidian-black metal. “I had thought back then that the Goddess had chosen her protectors poorly.”

His eyes raise to the princesses, gaze burning. “But it was I who had chosen poorly. The woman I killed was not the one who holds the Goddesses soul. She was nothing more than the bearer of the true Goddess.”

Sky hears Sun inhale sharply behind him. Not in fear. Anger. 

The man points his sword at her, eyes glittering. “It’s you. Finally, Hylia Incarnate, we meet! How I’ve waited for this day! I thought it would be another rotation before we clashed, but what is a single day when I can feel my destiny before me? Quake in fear, little Goddess, as you stand before Demise!”

He laughed, all delight and anticipation. He bore his teeth savagely, a deep hunger clear on his face. Animalistic in his blatant desire. “I shall take your soul for sustenance and ascend tonight! Your power will be mine!“

“The hell you will!” Sky snarled, blade raised. “You’ll have to go through me!”

Demise grinned. “Of course, hero. There would be no victory if I don’t first tear the meat off your bones. As is foretold, the path to eradication of this pathetic world is through the broken bodies of the Goddess and her chosen one. Only after they lay dead at my feet will I finally gain the power to reshape the world into my vision.”

The man flourished his blade, showing off the clear skill he possessed. With one vicious slice, Demise severed the body of his underling in half. He kicked Ghirahim's pieces to the side, clearing the main floor of the circular room. Sun gasped when the top half of Ghirahim's body flew to the side of her, splattering both her and Sky in his blood. His bottom half went the other way, rolling down a small stone slope with legs twisted limply. 

Sky didn’t blink or flinch. He just held his sword at the ready. He was not feeling the exhaustion of the days of searching, nor the pain of injuries from his fight with the Demon Lord just minutes prior. He only felt Sun’s eyes on his back, her anxious gaze tracing the tears in his armor and the blood staining through his uniform.

He felt her fear for him.

But also her trust.

He tightened his grip on his blade. He would not fail her again.

“Make this interesting for me, Hero.” Demise rumbled, taking his stance. “And know that when you fall, everyone and everything you love falls with you.”

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Skyward Sword, my beloved

Clearly Sky did something to be worthy of his title as “Godslayer” and this is my version of it. Sun in HSH is the leader of the church and some people think she’s the actual incarnate of Hylia. So I took Demise and made him into some insane religious figure who believes that he’s the incarnate of the Demon God, who needs to absorb Sun’s soul to properly ascend. Thus, when Sky kills him he’d be known as Godslayer.

Also i threw in that “Demise killed the last queen” to give a lil weight to his threat level.

[riwrite-a]

LINK ( WILD ). / @hyruin.

darkness. it's all he's known for a very long time. wretched radiance thrums far, far above him — but it's weakened in the last few months. something has happened to the stone likeness of hylia up in her temple on the surface. she's not gone, he can sense that much, but she no longer stands proud.

and with that, his restraints have weakened. now, he sits amidst the gloom, gathering strength in his humanoid form. that other blade, the one with the gaudy violet hilt and infuriatingly calm voice, she's not the only one who strengthens when exposed to power. traces of his master's magic swim within the dark substance, he's been down here with it a long time.

untold time has passed when footsteps echo through the endless caverns of the depths. he looks up with the bright white eyes of his unglamoured form, and the movement causes some gloom still on him to slide off his polished obsidian skin and vanish into the pool below. he expects to see one of the idiots running around down here who wear the sheikah eye inverted on their masks, or maybe another bumbling monster wandering too far from its companions. instead, he's met with messy blond hair and sharp blue eyes — almost reminiscent of a face he loathed lifetimes ago.

beside the sword spirit is the very sword he usually resides in, stuck jagged blade - down in the dirt and heavily chained in place there. he stands, and the chains rattle.

" you have excellent timing, don't you ? " millennia have passed since he last used his voice, but it doesn't sound at all like it. " it's been many, many years since anyone had the treat of seeing me like this. "

[senkou-lights]

Hylia: "Hello there! It's lovely to meet a fellow writer such as yourself."

Senkou’s face honestly turns red underneath his fur. He smiles, and laughs a little giddily, “A-Awwhh… You called me a writer… Honestly, I’m not even a real writer, I’m just… I just uh… I just- yeah!” He catches himself before he continued to rave like a dumb little colt, “Thank you! I-It’s nice to meet you, too. I uh, wouldn’t call myself a real writer, but its… Yeah. It’s very nice to meet you, too.”

[nathaniacolver]

okay i'm back for what i'm calling the "pirate" shrine

did the shrine, now fight the pirates

well that was quite uneventful. got a blue hinox hammer though

bro i think I'm literally just gonna walk this korok to his friend

what if the lightning strikes the korok while I'm hoisting him in midair fkhhdkdkdjdsksjd

okay now the shrine

bro i love that the bigger enemies can just throw or carry smaller bokoblins like that's so funny lol

bro "turbine power" was the quickest shrine i've done in a MINUTE

okay lady let me go report that i killed the pirates

BRO only for 2 pony points??? Chile......

NO WAIT AN ENDURA CARROT TOO LET'S FREAKING GOOOOOOOOOO MALANYA I'M COMING FOR YOU

wait feed the doge first

55 DEFENSE ROYAL SHIELD??????? OH LET'S GO

wait i have one (1) bomb flower i can go explore the well

the fact that the camera makes a box around the object you're photographing is actually pro skills development like

now why did i think the game would encourage me to take a picture of the statue of the goddess 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ RESPECT CULTURE NIA

taking Sol (zelda's horse) to malanya we'll see what happens

golden apple for a golden horsey!

wait i LOVE malanya's color palate!!

"the god of horses cannot revive on an empty stomach" skkskajsms okay

Sol baby daddy is taking notes okay daddy's gonna go cook meals and give them to horse god so we can max you out okay

used my sleepover card bc i think i wanna go fight the lynel

ope it's raining. not yet I guess. let's go see the spring of power instead

yo what happened to the mother goddess statue of power????¿?

hylia don't worry baby i got you!!!

okay the lynel made me eat like 30 hearts worth of food bruh. why did it not get stunned? Why could i not mount it?

a like like????? just in the open????

NOT GLOOM HANDS OKAY I WILL STAY AWAY FRKM SKILL LAKE FREAKING

bro i killed an aerocuda but then a BOAR SQUEALED right next to me and it FREAKED ME OUT

oh i like this pendulum shrine!

i practiced on the chest one then i oneshotted the regular one

i will indeed go into this cave in the other eye of skull lake but first off let's wait for the dragon to go into the depths so i can get his scale. lemme just sit here and drink my boba while I wait for him to fly down

ok he very much did not go down into the chasm.....i shoulda known. The dragon music wasn't playing

okay tulin you gotta go your gusr just made me die

bro if this goes to the depths i'm reloading. that obsidian frog scared me SO BAD last time

bro why are there skeleton bokoblins????........

IF THERE ARE GLOOM HANDS DOWN HERE IT'S A NO

oh just a skeletal hinox that's fine

now about these blue rocks...............idk man

bruh the reason I didn't know where toto lake was was bc i was looking for BLUE water 😭😭 poor zora pollution :(

bro i was about to launch a full-scale search and rescue for the stone slab, like the whole mountain, and then i look to the left and it's just There

bro okay lemme explore real quick

all that exploring did was get me a blue boss bokoblin horn but that's okay ALSO i learned that you can just shoot the baskets of those bokoblin basket bearers and the fire chuchus will all explode!

okay sneak up on the kids as they gossip ........literally it's always the kids

bro why is it SO HARD to swim through this waterfall. realistics be darned

aw dorephan looks so beat up .......

bro i can't believe muzu STILL does not trust me like

BRO I TOLD YOU SOEMONE IS IMPERSONATING ZELDA. BEN (my brother) WAS LIKE "NAJ" BUT BRO I TOLD YOU!!!! IT'S GANON ALL OVER AHAIN DKSJDNSJDDN

bro i was scared ab finding the droplet rock bc my brother took 5ever to find it but lo and behold you just climb to the top and Look

i love briefly subverting the blood moon by teleporting

YO AM I AB TO SEE A COUPLE FIGHT BETWEEN SIDON AND YONA YOOOOOO

oh the sludge like like had to intervene

"I can see right through you" oh she gagged him a bit

SHE GAGGED HIM GOODDDDDD

i already saw the hurricane cutscene when my brother played so eh

i totally mis-dove but whatever

bruh......no bomb arrows........okay time to go back to the depths. and maybe hestu. and maybe misko's treasure

bro i just barely got the "combat training: throwing" shrine 😭😭 i guess i'll take the free regen and crappy weapons

spent like 20 min in the depths, faced a lynel, got 2 more lightroots, still don't have 150 poes, and only have 3 bomb flowers. wow.

something something sleep to regen health something

need to live tweet my playing of totk but don't wanna be annoying on my irl so i'll just do it here. this is the first bit:

BEWARE: TOTK SPOILERS BELOW

"i know i'll be ok with you link" okay they are IN LOVE

WHERE IS LINK IN THE CUTSCENE. THEY HAVE TO SHOW HIM IN THE NEXT 10 SECONDS OR I WILL FRET

ZONAI????!!?!!?!??!?!?! (Listen i forgot the gameplay trailer)

me walking at a respectable pace as to not leave zelda's side

BABE THERE'S TOO MUCH MALICE HERE WHY ARE WE STILL GOING

just talked to zelda and she was like "i'm so excited!!!!" GIRL DO YOU NOT HAVE AN OUNCE OF SELF-PRESERVATION

swinging the sword swinging the sword

WAIT WHY DO I HAVE 30 HEARTS WHYYYYYYY DO I HAVE 30 HEARTS

THEY JUST ADDED AN INSTRUMENT OR TWO OH FRICK AND IT'S GETTING LOUDER oh i already love the sound engineering

GLOWY SPIRAL????

DON'T PICK UP THE TEAR BABY oh frick oh frick

OH THAT'S WHY I HAD 30. FOR THE DRAMA

CAN'T LOOK AT MY TYPING I'M WATCHING THE CHTSCENE

OH FRICK IT JUST SHATTERED OH FRICK

gamer lean on x games mode rn

mans said screw it i'm out. fly you fools

BRO I WAS TYPING THE ABOVE WHEN HE LUNGED AND I GOT SO NERVOUS THAT I'D HAVE TO FIGHT FJSKDKJSJDAHHDLADG THE JOYCONS ARE FLOPPING AROUNS ON MY ARMS

THAT TEAR BETTER PROTECT HER I HOPE THAT'S WHAT THAT GLOWY YELLOW WAS

BRO WHAT. THE BLUE GLOWING IS GOOD. this is so anakin skywalker of him btw

baby don't you worry i'm gonna make link level up so fast so he can come and get you

oop naked link again AND HIS SHORTS ARE SHORTER????

nice mani link

A MAN'S VOICE???????? WHO IS IT WHY DOES EVERYONE KNOW THEIR NAMES

okay so The Voice just gives him an arm. okay

the malice or whatever stopping just at the triforce is Symbolic, i think

is it really a master sword or is it a master Dagger

i rly be taking screenshots of everything like i'm a tourist

okay green hand thing go off!!! oop give it a high five and it turns blue and goes behind you as a save point

*taking notes* okay cogs are cogging.......gears are gearing..........

now why the frick did it have me dive like that. what was The Reason

i Forgor that link can tread water indefinitely. swimming king

not me searching every nook and cranny like there's gonna be secrets in this Cave

PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARCHAIC PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wait i put them on and now he looks like a gladiator.......cardboard skirt & Jesus sandals........ok shirtless king

oop just noticed his hair animations & the layers are CRAZY but it lookin good

wait so they was underground......and now in the sky...................i have Theories

they said aerial view shot once again but i mean AERIAL

ope no climbing, you're already too high in the sky

the lighting looks SO GOOD!

it's so silent up here i love it.

the MUSIC AHHHH

WAIT EVERYTHING'S AN ISLAND???? OH WE WAY THE FRICK UP IN THE SKY LINK. HOW CAN YOU BREATHE THAT THIN AIR

this game is making me fall In Love. with Silence

TREE BRANCH YES THE WORLD IS HEALING

apples. i could Cry

is that a broom?????

wait so the soldiers are bad and the stewards are good. it's just like real life!

why do i have the feeling that this is a /different/ princess zelda that left this to him.......oh nvm it's just the purah pad. what happened to the sheikah slate???

is link gonna look at pics on it and get emo

wait so. garden of time (ok Christianity reference). so zelda has lived through some trash already and is like poor link in the past. let's give him this

aw it's lonely :(

YES WE'RE GETTING ZELDA RIGHT AWAY I COULD CRY

ooh the purah pad looks slick (i'm so sorry but why does that sound like a tampon brand LIKEEEEE)

high five!!! oh wait high fives have OTHER FUNCTIONS???!?!

now why did the bridge have to do all that fancy stuff. (ik it's for stability or whatever don't @ me engineers)l

just smashed some pots. link's Primeval Urge

ok so linear path for Diving. got it.

that's a hot-footed frog.......................i could cry. i AM crying

picked up a rock. now i just have to see some Chickens

there are Grates in the ground and you can peek below. idk why i like that so much.

i am hunting these ostriches like i might die

THAT GUY SNUCK UP ON ME SO SILENTLY. I DECIDED I HATE FLOATING MACHINE ENEMIES (don't worry i was fine)

why did i try to light a frog on fire

[tenebriism]

"What if I decided to crush you here and now, Demon Lord? Because I will do so if you do not scurry back to your master. Now." pushes hylia servant obsidian towards ghirahim--

“What if-” questions! - [ ACCEPTING ] ;; @box-of-characters

          A  low,  serpent-like  laugh  starts  off  a  rumble,  a  deep  CHUCKLE,  until  his  head  is  thrown  back  and  the  brunt  of  it  emerges  in  a  full,  venomous  bark.  “  AHAHAHAHA !  “  Enough  to  where  his  shoulders  shook,  fingers  curling  inwards  and  outwards  with  every  intake  of  breath.  He  simply  couldn’t  STOP  himself,  the  HILARITY  of  it  all !

                    “  That  is  a  very  big  ‘  IF,  ‘  dear~  “  He  finally  answers  playfully,  straightening  himself  to  eye  her  with  a  notable  spark  of  curiosity  to  his  beady  gaze.  “  Were  I  not  on  official  orders  of  this  ‘  MASTER  ‘  you  seem  to  believe  I  scurry  back  and  forth  from,  I  would  happily  take  you  up  on  the  offer  of  seeing  just  HOW  long  you  would  survive.  Alas . . .  “

          Snap  of  fingers  and  a  burst  of  diamonds  later,  and  he’s  teleported  himself  to  a  branch  well  out  of  reach  behind  her.  “  There  is  a  Sky  Child  I  must  pursue,  in  the  meantime.  You  see,  I  take  my  work  VERY  seriously.  I  promise,  however,  that  when  I  take  him  down . . .  I  will  be  all  yours~  “

[casiavium]

Ghirahim & other generic sword headcanons about how sword spirits are created that are kind of dark.

sword spirits created from the sword:

If Ghirahim is created from scratch his blade is obsidian. Blades are made first from any material and then the spirit is added by a god. It has to be one of the main three—Farore, Nayru, or Din, so Hylia did not give them humanity herself. Din blessed Ghirahim, Farore blessed Fi, and Nayru was wise enough to think that was a stupid idea. The flames can then make the blade stronger, while the springs grant blessings. Even though Ghirahim is Demise's he could use the goddess flames.

I think there's something about the golden goddesses not interfering but I don't care

sword spirits created from a human sacrifice volunteer:

Two things: Blood has iron and bones have carbon. Vikings used to infuse their swords with the bones of animals to imbue the spirit and powers of the animal.

Ghirahim is forged from the blood of the people he's killed and the bones of his human/Hylian/demon (personally I hc Sheikah) body.

Fi technically would be as well, but I think Hylia made OG Link kill demons instead of making her do it herself.

On top of that the process of turning from human to sword is incredibly painful. Ghirahim remembers and it's part of what drove him to be a sadistic psychopath, Fi's emotions and memories were totally wiped so she didn't have to deal with it

[strangeduckpaper]

Zelda Magic

The Triforce

The ‘mortal’ side of magic, embodying the mind, body, & heart, as given by the Golden Goddesses.

Wisdom-The Mind-The ability to comprehend the theorems & language of magic, including the Old Glyphs(Magic’s programming language). Mages specialized in the mind give them the ability to create magical artifacts & program artificial magical intelligence. Patronized by Nayru, the Lawmother

Power-The Body-The ability to physically express magic and project it into the wider world, including the elemental powers & shapeshifting. People specialized in the magic of power experienced increased physical stamina, abilities, & can shake off blows. Patronized by Din, the Earthmother

Courage-The Heart-The ability to connect with the world of spirits, and by extension other life forms. Much rarer than the other two, but true disciples of Courage possess Empathy, the ability to see & communicate with spirits, and even the ability to project their mind into other beings. Patronized by Farore, the Lifemother

The Elements

The ‘earthly’ side of magic, embodying the forces of the created World, & utilized by mortal beings. Each have an associated Goddess, Gemstone,  Concept, & Species they embody.

Fire-Din-Ruby-Change-N/A

- Held in equal standing with Thunder by the Gerudo, and considered a part of them as well.

- Doesn’t have an embodying species, but fire itself is considered a living thing itself in Hyrule, and extinguishing it without a prayer of apology is considered taboo.

Earth-Din-Amber-Stability-Gorons

Water-Nayru-Sapphire-Renewal-Zora

Forest-Nayru-Emerald-Growth-Kikori

Wind-Farore-Opal-Communication-Rito

Thunder-Farore-Topaz-Motion-Gerudo

Light-All three Goddesses-Diamond-Purification-Hylians(Trien & Sheikah)

Notes: The Combination of all the other previous magical elements.

Darkness-Chaos-Obsidian-Reflections

Notes: The Element of Chaos, usually embodied by the demons created as distorted images of the Mortal & Spirit worlds (Bokoblins, Demise, Dark Link). Also embodied by the more benign Mirror World & Realm of the Twili.

Spirits

Denizens of the World beyond the World, spirits are magic personified, embodying yet completely separated from the magic they spring from. Mostly found within Fairies, Ghosts & Dragons

- The four Great Fairies were made as Spirit World reflections of the Golden Goddesses & Hylia.

- The Great Dragons are the embodiments of Elemental Magic

- Termina is the World where the Mirror Realm bleeds into the Spirit World.

[callyanncreates]

Linktober Day 1: Deity

Everyone remembers the night of the Forsaking.

As the sun set, a dark storm brewed over a starless sky. Rifts tore across the surface of Hyrule, spewing a deadly miasma and driving beasts into bloodthirsty rages. Many cities were razed as these frenzied monsters swarmed. Every child born in the empire that night entered the world in silence, their flesh stained silver. In panic, people turned for solace to the benevolent goddess Hylia, and that was when they discovered the final omen: the very countenance of their deity had changed. Every statue in the image of the goddess opened its eyes and bore a cruel grin as dark ichor flowed from its mouth.

Since that time one year ago, the signs of a restless evil have been ever present. Vile beasts roam the land in great numbers and with terrible ferocity. All the water in Hyrule, black as obsidian, casts distorted and ghoulish reflections, as if every pool or cup is acting as a window into a frightening alternate world. Of necessity, the people continue to drink it with trembling lips and avert their eyes from their horrific reflections.

And still, Hylia’s faces twists with that terrible leer.

[spiritmaiden23]

Obsidian glanced down Zelda as they trudged through the snow, having finished gathering wood for later that night. The dragoness wasn't fond of cold thanks to the magma coursing through her, but she could tell her companion wasn't fairing any better. "Wait." After shifting the wood she had been carrying under an arm, Obsidian was able to use the other to loop beneath Zelda's legs and carefully lift her up. "...Is this comfortable?"

She loathed the cold.

No, no. Loathed was such a strong word for the maiden who loved the world and all those who inhabit it. And though her affection for the realm woven by the gods of the old, it could never compare to the blinding love Hylia had. She was but mortal in the end. But rather than loath, she was not very fond of the bitter frost blanketing the lands. While the pure white snow was pretty to look at, and she did adore spending time with her hero gleefully playing in the snow (oft joining in on the fun while trying her hardest to endure the cold) was it really worth the terrible? Yes, for Link, yes it was. Yet, for anything else? Perhaps not. And though this season was symbolic of the goddess Nayru (plenty of festivities dedicated to her) she could not bring herself to attend any of the festivals and holidays celebrated in honor of Nayru. The glacial temperatures preventing her from coming out into the glacial unless she absolutely had to. And this moment with Obsidian, where she’d help her friend collect wood in order to heat up her fireplace (as she would find that Obsidian was also not fond of the cold). Her shivering was the unmistakable sign that they’d been out too long. Not at all used to the cool temperatures as Skyloft was a place with eternal mild weather. It was paradise... winter having no domain over the islands in the skies. 

“H-huh?” Crossing her arms together as a way to preserve what little warmth she had, the spirit maiden watches in silence as Obsidian moved the wood beneath her arm. She’d tilt her head, confused as to why she’d switch position until... she was lifted into the air. “Kyaa!” She squeaks out, not at all expecting for this to happen. But... there was no denying that she’d much prefer this. The intense warmth radiating from Obsidian melts through the freezing air. She’d had to prevent herself from leaning further into her arms. 

Smiling up at her, she’d give her a nod. “Thank you... but we should get to your house, quick! This weather... I’m sure it’s not good for you too.”