#its kind of a shame hes really bright i think he's just terminally poisoned by american sovietology

[xollii]

It is with a heavy heart that I have to announce my classmate who I've been doing homework with and generally employs a vaguely proletarian historiography in our discussions is an anarchist.

[kuronanox]

Our paths unwind - Nozel Silva

"(Your Name) why do you talk to the peasants and commoners like they are our kind?" Nozel asks her one brief night as they walked around the kingdom for some fresh air.

"Nozel one day you will learn that even the lesser people are much more kind and genuine." She says smiling to herself as he sneers in disgust.

"You've been attracted to one."

She blushes and pouts with cherry lips. "I wouldn't say that."

Nozel grips his fist and then slowly lets go before side glancing at her. The pale moonlight shown on her skin, the rosy lips and flowing hair. Nozel couldn't get enough of her features. She was the women for him.

"What if I told you I was seeing someone." (Your Name) curiously tells Nozel with pierced lips and a look of concern.

"Are you?"

"He's someone I can depend on, a ear to listen to. The warmth when it's cold. My back support when I feel broken."

The words that ran through her mouth stabbed Nozel in the face. Why couldn't he be that person? Why has she never notice how much he cared.

"You don't mean you fell in love with a commoner? A lowlife. Someone powerless." He grits his teeth in anger as she knits her brows.

Slapping his face she felt hurt. Nozel was her best friend ever since childhood and even though they had very different views in life she thought out of all people he would try to understand her.

"You don't have to say it like that! If you didn't approve of it you should have said said so. I already knew how you would feel about this. I chose you out of all people to tell! Maybe I should gone to Fuegoleon he seem more understanding than you will ever be!" (Your Name) argued to him as she had tears fall from her cheeks.

"Nozel I don't know how we did it all these years but we have different paths in life and mine isn't with yours." She continued and walked away from him.

(Your Name) looked at the beautiful built house made for two as it sat hidden in the woods where the grass was green, the trees were like fall and when winter came it looked like a ice dream.

A single tear drop fell from her face as she hugged a vase filled with ashes. Her dearly beloved husband painlessly passed in his sleep from a terminal illness even she couldn't fix. With all the money and power she had there was no cure and his final days were spent side my side.

Taking in the view she would miss it, this was home. The capital was not home even if that's where she was born and raised it held memories she wanted to forget.

(Your Name) took one last look and said her farewells.

Waking up Nozel looked up at the ceiling, it had been many years since that night she told him their paths in life weren't meant to be intertwined.

He hasn't forgave her for running away and stripping herself as a royal. There was nothing left of her. She threw everything behind and left Clover Kingdom.

"(Your Name)." Nozel whispers hiding his face in the palms of his hands. "You are a cruel women."

Loud footsteps came from his hallway as Nebra and Solid barged in with joy in their face.

"(Your Name) is back!" They said in unison as Nozel threw his covers off and rushed to her Family's mansion.

The walk felt long, he hasn't been there for a long time...not since she left. It felt less happy and dull, she was to be the family next heir in line.

Entering he recognized the hair color from miles away and that smile that broke his ice.

"I'm so glad to see you." Fuegoleon says giving her a hug as she kindly accepted and breathed him in. She missed him too. He was the only real friend who didn't judge her way of looking at things in the world. "Have you told Nozel?"

"Ah no...actually don't really want to."

There was a silence as Fuegoleon could see she was still pained on how the two left off.

"I'm sorry about your husband. I didn't hear about a wedding or how you've been these past years."

"I'm sorry I just couldn't risk anyone finding where I was. Truthfully if he never had died I don't think I would have ever came back. I was so happy there. We were happy and I can't explain the feeling it just doesn't feel like home here." (Your Name) truthfully tells Fuegoleon as she looks down in sadness and leaned into his chest for support.

"I'm sorry (Your Name)." His whispers and rubs her back before looking up to find the cold eyes watching them from the door. Clearing his throat he let her go as she followed his eye direction.

"Nozel." She says his name as it slips her lips so effortlessly.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?! What gives you the right to walk back here and think everything's okay?!" Nozel starts walking towards her angrily as she stood her ground and swallowed her saliva.

"I never said everything was okay. Stop assuming." She tells him as he steps back a bit from her attitude towards him.

"You aren't welcomed here please leave."

Nozel grabs her arm roughly as she pulled back. "I didn't come back to fight with you like when we were teenagers." She continued as he stayed silent.

"Nozel I think you should leave for a bit to calm down." Fuegoleon interrupted trying to keep the peace between the two.

"I don't want to hear a word from you." Nozel bitterly spat at him and collected himself up before giving (Your Name) one last glance.

The past weeks were overwhelming, everyone welcomed her back and asked so many question on why she left and randomly came back. She was shunned by some people.

They believe she betrayed their kind by marrying a commoner and coming home as a widow was shameful but (Your Name) thought different.

She has no idea what the futures held so she lived everyday as its best. Now that she is home she wasn't going to let anyone's words bother her.

Taking a deep breathe she entered Nozel private chambers, it was a late afternoon and his paperwork were neatly stacked at the corner of his desk along with some books open.

Turning the corner the grown man was asleep on the couch with his arm crossed, sweating, tossing and turning his head from time to time.

"Nozel." She whispered in his ear holding his hand gently.

"Nozel!" She said louder as he awoke gripping her hand tightly with a look of confusion. "You were having a nightmare."

Removing her hand she sat next to him quietly as he tried to calm his breathing.

"Why are you here?" He asks walking to his desk regaining his composure.

"I came to settle our differences, it's just childish to be arguing about the same thing after all these years."

Nozel sighs thinks back when they were young and naive but still he was hurt and felt like he was backstabbed by the only person he wanted. Almost 30 years old and he even knew it was time to let go.

"I know you will never love me." He says stone cold looking her in the eye as she gasps.

"How could you say that? After all these years."

Betrayed he tried to compose everything he wanted to say but he couldn't no more, all the nights he yearned for her, the nights he wondered if she was alive and well. It was to much.

"After all these years?! You don't think how unfair it was for you to be happy with the love of your life when I loved you and needed you. All the nights you were warm in bed but I was cold and wandered with thought where you went or if you were safe! Or the bright days I spent yearning for the smile that was never meant for me. You can't tell me how can I say that."

He fumed walking towards her as she closed her eyes afraid of what he was going to do.

"We have different paths in life and mine isn't with yours." Nozel painfully says leaning his head on her shoulder. "You remember that night? I remember it clear as day. The day I lost you."

(Your Name) didn't know how much she affected him, never in his life did he show weakness. Even with her she thought he was okay with her leaving.

"I'm sorry." She whispers holding him in her arms now. "When you had no one, when your mom left I was all you had and then I left you." She painfully caresses his hair as he started to breathe unevenly.

Even if Nozel was shedding tears he wouldn't show her.

"Nozel. We will never meet eye to eye." She says as he continues shakes underneath her comforting hug he yearned for since he was young.

"You were always cruel to me. Even to this day." Nozel says with poison in his voice. “I hate to say you were right. Our paths will never intertwine. For as long as I live I will always be the wind chasing after nothing."

Letting go of (Your Name) he walks with his head down and with one last glance at her with painful red eyes he says "maybe in another life time. I will always be your love (Your Name)."

"I'm sorry Nozel." She whispers.

(Author note: I've been meaning to make this one longer but I was brain dead. I don't think it turned out to bad! So sorry for wrong spelling, my one shots have not been edit.)

[heartofhryule]

Breath of the Wild: Captured Memories - Chapter 4

First and foremost; SPOILER WARNINGS. If you have not played The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, or completed the Captured Memories Quest and want to stay un-spoiler-ed for it, DO NOT READ.

So I am writing these as I play through BotW for the first time - which means they probably won’t be ‘one-a-day’ consistent as its taking me forEVER to get to all of them, AND they probably won't be in any respectable order - just what I get to as I find them. My intent is to find them all, and summarize once I have found and have a story for each of the 18 memories required to get the bonus ending for the game. Once that's done, I will wrap it all up with a final chapter after I beat the game.

I will post them as I can though! Promise! I also plan to include links to the cutscene for you to watch at the bottom, if so desired - at least for the ones I can find. Any other warnings that become necessary, I will add for content as I go. For now, enjoy!

Chapter 4 - Mipha’s Grace

Straight from the Ancient Ruins to the moat of Hyrule Castle he’d gone, with every intention of looking for something familiar - The parapet in his album, remnants of the castle one hundred years ago… maybe even the princess herself to ask questions, see if she was still alive. 

Something burned deep within his chest that prayed she was still alive. He didn’t fully understand it, but the closer he got to the castle, the less he cared about the whys. They were not as important as the feelings he was experiencing every time he allowed himself to wonder if she was dead. She couldn’t be. If she was, despite recalling very little, he knew all was lost. 

At the time, skirting the edges of the cliffs surrounding the deep moat of the castle, he’d decided to put analyzing these feelings off until he had time to deal with it. The castle was a fortress, covered with the blight of Ganon and from what he could see through his scope, many Guardians. 

Realizing, after hours of reconnaissance, that there was only one way into the castle and it was traversing up the series of waterfalls at the back side of the palace, he’d concluded that despite his drive and desire to infiltrate, he was not currently equipped to do so. 

The castle, would have to wait.

That had been a few days ago. He’d summoned his horse, frustrated and driven, riding away from the castle as his heart filled with longing and anger. That was when he decided perhaps taking a closer look at his thoughts would be a good idea. He’d heard that the Zora to the southeast were able to swim up waterfalls. They were merfolk, so maybe there was nothing they could teach him. Or, maybe there was. He would have to go and find out. 

He had not been met with a warm welcome upon his arrival at the Zora kingdom. The Young ones found him a commodity traveler. But the older of the long lived race knew him - and despised him. They blamed him for failing, for destroying the life of their princess, Mipha. Mipha was the Zora Champion he’d seen in his vision, and all spoke of her kindness and loving heart.

The old steward Muzu was droning on about how unworthy Link was, and Sidon, the king’s son (and Mipha’s younger brother) was debating the old cod on Link’s behalf, but Link wasn’t listening. His eyes were focused on the statue of the beloved, lost princess, and something stirred within him. 

***

High in the sky, Link sat atop a stone platform looking out over Hyrule - from the trunk of Vah Ruta. His arm hurt, but he knew it was about to not somehow. And then, he heard her voice. 

“I was thinking… this reminds me of the first time we met.”

Looking up, sitting next to him was a beautiful Zoran girl. Her scales were the color of the most precious rubies in Hyrule, eyes the golden-green of new spring leaves. But it was her soft smile that drew a pang from his heart. “You were just a reckless child,” she smiled, “Always getting yourself hurt at every turn. Everytime, I would heal you. Just as I am doing right now.”

In the memory, there was great affection for Mipha. Even vague recollections of his childhood cam to mind, and how he and Mipha were the best of friends. He’d not always known she was a princess. She’d hidden that from him, later explaining it was for fear he’d not want to play with her if he knew. But it had changed nothing. She was his best friend from those times.

“I always thought it was funny how, being a Hylian… you looked grown-up so much faster than I did.” She paused, and Link could see the memory and truth of her words brought a touch of emotion to her voice. “I was always willing to heal your wounds, even back then.”

Before his eyes, her soothing touch and magic knit and healed his wound, leaving his skin unblemished, as if it had never been. Marvelling for a moment both in the dream and as he watched the vision, Mipha turned to look out to the horizon.

“So if this Calamity Ganon does, in fact, return, what can we really do?” Her pause was laden with concern, the tilt if her head indicating there was more to her thoughts than she let on. “We just don’t seem to know much about what we will be up against.”

Her gaze dropped from the horizon to her lap, and Link watched, keeping quiet to let her finish but urging her silently to go on. Mipha had always been sweet, reserved. It was sometimes difficult to get her to open up about wheat went on inside that keen and caring mind of hers. He was not about to stop her now.

“But know this: that no matter how difficult this battle might get… If you-- If anyone ever tries to do you harm… Then I will heal you. No matter when, nor how bad the wound… I hope you know… that I will always protect you. Once this whole thing is over, maybe things can go back to the way they used to be when we were young. You know…”

Link watched as she looked up at him, and there was a sadness that tinged his affection for her now. They way she looked at him, he knew. 

“Perhaps we can spend some time together.”

“I’d like that,” he said genuinely, despite knowing it was not precisely what she meant. “Once upon a time, you were my dearest friend, Mipha.” His words made her smile again. “I’d like to keep it that way, should we all survive.”

***

As the vision faded, Link was taken with a sadness, a true sadness for the first time since this had all begun -again- for him. Mipha. Sweet, kind, generous Mipha… had loved him. Not just the love of a dear childhood friend and lifetime companion, but loved him as he loved another. And now, Mipha was gone. He remembered more, more than just that vision - everything to do with Mipha. Childhood playing knights and monsters in the streams around the Zora domain, how Mipha helped him practice and train to be a knight before he’d gone off with his father to Hyrule Castle. How upon seeing she was the Champion of the Zora when they had been called to the Castle had thrilled him… how the day Calamity Ganon had taken the machines, he’d heard her screaming. 

 “I remember,” he said softly, staring no longer at the statue of Mipha in front of him, but the pool of water at his feet. His heart ached. He could not bear to be under her forgiving gaze just now. 

 Though his words were soft, they stopped Sidon mid sentence. “What is the matter Link?” the prince asked kindly. “Are you unwell?”

“I remember,” Link said again, looking up to Mipha’s litter brother, the guilt and shame that came with the hundred year old knowledge of what had once been weighting his gaze. “I remember Mipha. Everything.”

The next bit of time, Link was reserved, polite, respectful, and hearing nothing of what the elder Zora clansmen were saying of him. The King was kind, and gave him a gift that Mipha had made a century ago, ‘for her beloved’. It was no surprise to the knight that it fit perfectly. It also weighed heavily on his heart. 

Now he and Sidon were going to purify Vah Ruta, in Mipha’s memory and save the Zroa domain. After that, he could go back to Hyrule Castle, searching for answers. But none of it brought him joy, or excitement.. Or even anger. His heart was too heavy for any of that just now. But as it seemed might become a recurring theme in his life, Link was not allowed time to mourn the dead.

---

Standing over the activation panel in Vah Ruta, Link stared at it blankly for a moment. Having activated all other terminals and defeating the Waterblight beast poisoning the Divine Beast, this was the last thing to do before leaving. 

The last thing to do before he would never hear Mipha’s voice again. 

 It was bittersweet - she would be free, but it would truly be an ending… However she’d waited long enough on him to get his life together. No need to keep her waiting longer.

Touching the tablet to the panel, it lit up, and he took a step back in case something moved. Yet a sound behind him drew his attention. 

 “Hello, Link.” He startled to hear it so bright and clearly, looking around to see if he could find a source. “Because of your courage, my spirit is now free.” To his right, a greenish-blue light began to grow, and no sooner had he seen it, than the spirit flames took on the form of Mipha. 

“And Ruta as well,” she added with her gentle smile. “Thank you. For I am now allowed by that freedom, to be with you once again.” 

 Too stunned to speak, Link has a thousand things he wanted to say - that he was sorry, for failing… for everything. Sorry that he’d not been able to come sooner. Sorry that he’d failed her above all other champions… Sorry that he could not love her the way she had him. 

“Since I am now a spirit,” she said and began moving towards him, “My healing power would be wasted on me. I have no need of it. So therefore, I would like you to have it.” Link watched, his heart wrenching in his chest for the gentle kindness and generosity she had even in death. Sidon had not been able to join him inside Vah Ruta, so no one but Mipha’s spirit was there to see the dampness in his eyes as his heart broke a little for his once dear friend. 

“Please accept, Mipha’s Grace.” With her words, magic entered him, not unlike the spirit orbs to which he had become accustomed accepting inside the Trial Shrines. Vitality and soothing healing magics coursed through him, but his eyes were locked to Mipha’s spirit still. 

“Yesterday, I was awash in a pool of tears. I had nearly given up hope and resigned myself to being trapped here, as a spirit, for the rest of eternity. But now you’re here,” she said an looked up to him. He remembered well to let sweet, soft spoken Mipha finish her thoughts, even if his heart was breaking. “All this time, my hope… was to see you once more. Promise me that you will not hesitate to call upon my power if you ever find yourself in need. Knowing that… will let my spirit rest in peace.” He wanted to promise her, to swear it, and tell her how sorry he was, but his voice was lost to the lump in his throat. Instead, he gave her a firm nod. She would know. She already knew. “I must go. Ruta and I have our roles to fulfill. We are both honored to be able to play the role of support,” she said, and clutched her hands to her chest. “We will annihilate Ganon together. Farewell…” Magic glowing around him, he knew Mipha was sending him outside of the Divine Beast for some purpose… and he looked up to force words to her as a last chance, but it was Mipha that spoke. “Save her, Link. Save the princess… Save Princess Zelda.” And in a flash of warm, golden light, he was gone.

Mipha’s Touch - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KPczUNIKw4 Freeing Vah Ruta - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEn1umKCQOA