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Ghosts That We Knew

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Link dreamed of a golden wolf.

He bounded through a forest of mist, weaving through the towering trees that stood guard over this ancient place. Link’s paws kicked up leaves as he raced to catch up. Snatches of sound caught his attention from time to time—music, voices, a child’s giggle—but he kept to his course.

Yet the bright coat of his quarry disappeared from view, and when he slowed to a halt, he found himself in a clearing he would recognize anywhere. A sword waited at its center. He was padding forward to answer its call when the golden wolf emerged from the fog, his single eye glowing with crimson sorrow.

Turn back, he said with all the terrible gravity of time. Go and do not falter, my child.

Link sat up sharply, grasping his surroundings with the speed of someone shaped by deadly times: Ordon, safety, a sword within reach, Zelda in his bed.

Zelda in his bed. A foolish grin tugged at his lips. They’d spent plenty of nights together in the castle, but something about having her here was so enthralling. She was stirring now, rolling over to face him, and he tried to wipe the stupid look off his face.

“Link?” she mumbled sleepily. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“Just a weird dream,” he assured her, laying back down under the dark oaken ceiling of his treehouse. Dawn and the journey back to Castle Town were still a few hours away. As always, a part of him longed to stay, but at least he would take with him the memory of Zelda dancing under the harvest festival lanterns, of Ordon welcoming her the same way they’d welcomed Link when he was only a lost little boy.

“I had one too,” Zelda said. “The scribe’s meeting minutes transformed into a Chu that terrorized my Council.”

He laughed. “You would dream about meeting minutes.”

“Now tell me about yours. It’s only fair.”

Go and do not falter, my child. Those words had been with Link when he dealt Ganondorf the ending blow, the final mercy, just like he’d been taught. “Well…did I ever tell you about the Hero’s Shade?”

“I don’t believe so.”

“He was a spirit, I guess. Sometimes a wolf, sometimes a skeleton in armor. He brought me into some…other realm and taught me some of his techniques.”

“The Hero’s Shade,” Zelda mused. “He called himself that?”

Link frowned, trying to remember. “I’m not sure. But it felt right to me.”

She was quiet for some time, though he could practically hear the gears of her mind turning. Eventually she reached through the darkness to touch his cheek and said, “Can you go back to sleep? Or shall we take a walk?”

Wide awake now, he followed her outside, where the harvest moon bathed the sleeping village in its silver glow. Other than the crickets singing in the tall grass, Ordon was quiet in a way Castle Town never was. Link loved his tiny room above Telma’s bar and his work in the Resistance; he’d even grown to love Hyrule Castle, because Zelda was there. But coming home was always like drawing his first breath after days underwater.

They passed by their sleeping horses and continued on to the Light Spirit’s spring. This place always felt different at night, cast in a strange glow unlike either the sun’s heat or the moon’s gleam. Zelda’s boots sank into the white sand as she wandered along the water’s edge.

“I know you don’t like to be called Hero,” she said quietly. “But—you are aware there was one before you?”

“Yeah.” Link had worn his tunic, carried his weapons, walked in his footsteps. “I figured the Shade had something to do with him.”

“He lived hundreds of years ago, but perhaps some part of him…lingered, as ghosts sometimes do.”

He’d seen plenty of ghosts as a wolf, but only one had spoken to him. Without asking a single question, the Shade understood who Link was and what he needed to learn. He’d understood the enemy, too. “He faced Ganondorf, didn’t he? Before the Sages sent him to the Twilight Realm?”

“Yes. The hero’s story is largely forgotten across Hyrule, but he was close with an ancestor of mine. She kept a journal, if you’d like to know more.”

Link couldn’t help but remember the curse Ganondorf had uttered with his last breath: The history of light and shadow will be written in blood. There had been so much weight to those words, a sense of that history reaching back further than Link could conceive, a sense that it would continue long past his lifetime.

The full force of it felt suddenly awful here in this spring, where fate had come roaring out of the forest to claim him last year, where he’d returned as a wolf and killed his first shadow beast in the same spot where Ilia used to bathe Epona. His predecessor had been hurt in the same way. All that sorrow had been evident in his rusted armor, his heavy sword, his single crimson eye.

Yet he hadn’t been alone. Link looked at Zelda and remembered hearing her name in passing as a child, thinking to himself: I know her. Remembered meeting her eyes in that tower, feeling like the sun had broken through stifling twilight to clear away any doubt: I know her.

“There was another you,” he breathed. “And there was another me.”

Her brow creased thoughtfully, such a familiar expression that his heart twisted in his chest. “I hadn’t thought about it that way, but…yes.”

“It happened before. Will it happen again?”

Zelda drew closer, glowing like magic in the spring’s unearthly light, her dark hair spilling loose over her white nightgown. She touched the scar on Link’s cheek and said softly, “Not for a long time, I hope. But if it does, we will face it together.”

After breakfast came the hardest part of home: saying goodbye. While Uli stuffed Link’s saddlebags with as many snacks as possible, Beth tried to convince Zelda to bring her back to the castle and make her a princess. Rusl lost the battle with his wriggling toddler and handed her to Link, who was happy to bounce her up and down on his hip until she settled.

“She likes you more than me,” Rusl grumbled.

“Hey,” Link said, tapping the Triforce on the back of his left hand. “I already had this when you found me in Faron, right?”

Rusl raised his eyebrows. “Yes. Are you wondering about your birth parents?”

“It’s all right if you are,” Uli said, pausing her struggle with the saddlebags. “I only wish we were able to find you some answers.”

Link was wondering more about the wheels of time, the Goddesses who spun them, and an ancient ghost who called him my child. “No,” he answered, ruffling his little sister’s hair before he handed her back to Rusl. “You gave me everything I needed.”

Uli inspected his face with a smile, then turned to hug Zelda, who accepted the embrace with her slow smile—the kind that bloomed so uncertainly across her face, as though she was afraid someone would come and take it away. But she held onto it this time, beaming at Link over Uli’s shoulder, and the sight made him happy enough to lessen the pain of leaving.

Tucked away in a forgotten corner of Hyrule Castle was a graveyard accessible only to those who knew its secrets—at least, that was what Zelda said as she waved the illusory entrance away. It felt like stepping into a different realm blanketed by silence and thick grey mist, where there had just been sunlight and clear skies on the other side of the wall.

Since the Twilight, the crooked headstones had been straightened and the rubble cleared away. The thought of her coming here alone to weave her magic through her family’s resting place made Link proud and sad in equal measure.

“I’ve…actually been here,” he admitted sheepishly. “I was looking for a key to get me inside the castle, so…I burrowed under the wall. Sorry.”

Zelda’s mouth twitched. “Don’t be. My mother, at least, would have found that amusing.”

She halted under an enormous oak tree, its branches reaching far enough to brush the courtyard’s stone walls. Link still remembered the words inscribed on the tombstone, because they’d itched at the back of his mind on his first visit: The cursed swordsman sleeps beneath the sacred tree.

“He’s buried here?”

“I don’t believe so,” Zelda replied, pulling a weathered book from the pocket of her cloak and flipping through until she found a certain page and handed it over. “This is what my ancestor wrote.”

All they found were broken pieces of his armor, the journal said. People keep telling me he could have survived. But I am old enough to prefer hard truths over false hope. He’s gone. I know it in my soul.

Tears sprang to Link’s eyes. “Where did he die, then?”

Far away, said a voice that creaked like the branches of the old oak, and they turned to find the golden wolf behind them, his image blurring and reforming into the spectral skeleton who had trained Link. Too far.

“It’s you,” Zelda breathed.

The Shade’s gaze snagged on her face as she drew closer, and he went still, his sword hanging loosely from his ruined fingers. His translucent form pulsed in and out of being with every breath. Princess, he said in a faint whisper.

Zelda had been queen for some time now, but she just smiled at him sadly. “Have you been here all this time?”

His red eye shifted to Link. I returned when the beast did. It should never have fallen on anyone else.

“No, that’s…” Link’s throat was tightening. When Zelda touched his arm, he swallowed hard and continued. “It wasn’t anyone’s fault. You made me strong enough to win.”

And now you have won. Stay the course. Leave the sword where it lies. Do not falter as I did.

“I—I never do, thanks to you.”

Stay with her, the Shade insisted. Treasure her. Be there long enough to say goodbye.

Zelda raised her head suddenly, digging around in her cloak pocket. Link only caught a brief glimpse of what she produced—a painted miniature of a golden-haired woman—before the Shade choked out a sound that was undoubtedly, devastatingly human.

“She treasured you too,” Zelda promised. “She felt you go, and knew it wasn’t your fault. She…she wrote…” Her free hand brushed Link’s, tilting the journal towards her so she could read aloud. “I buried those pieces of armor in a garden we both loved. The cursed swordsman and all the weight he carried will rest here. But the rest of him is free. I can feel him in the earth, in the wind’s song, in the beat of my heart.”

“She was right,” Link realized. “You’re what he left behind. But the beast is dead, and we’re—we’re going to be okay. You can rest now. Is that why you’re here? Because you’re ready to rest?”

The Shade stared at him in wordless disbelief.

Zelda wiped her eyes and kept reading. “Neither of us were strangers to regret—how could it be otherwise with the lives we’ve led? But we had so much sweetness, too. It was worth the sorrow. I hope he remembered that at the end.”

I did, the Shade whispered. Of course I did.

“She would want you to find peace,” Zelda told him gently.

She…she would. Yes. I believe it’s time.

His form was blurring around the edges. Link blinked hard, finally allowing his tears to fall, and searched himself for the right words to give the spirit of his predecessor, who had fought so hard and lost so much, who had returned to help him take down their common enemy.

In the end, all he could say was, “Thank you.”

The Shade looked down at the portrait, then at Link and Zelda, huddled together in the graveyard with tears in their eyes. Write a happier story, he told them as he faded slowly into the mist, replaced by a golden wolf that bounded towards freedom.

Wind gusted through the courtyard, so sudden and so strong that Link wrapped his arms around Zelda to keep them both anchored to the earth. When he raised his head, the tears had dried on his cheeks, and the Hero’s Shade was gone.

Zelda brought the portrait closer, turning it around to study the golden-haired woman. Though the only crown she wore was a simple circlet of rubies, there was something in her proud shoulders that made it clear she was a queen. Her forehead was creased with worry lines, but her smile was bright, and her eyes…

Link took Zelda’s face in his scarred hands, meeting her gaze: the color of an early morning sky, after the dawn dwindles and a new day begins. No wonder he’d known her so instantly, so naturally. And that was before he understood what it was like to love her, to be graced with the trust she found so hard to bestow, to unravel the parts of himself only she could understand.

Maybe she was thinking the same thing, for she pressed a soft kiss to the scar on his cheek.

“I wouldn’t choose anything else,” Link breathed when he finally found his voice. “I—no matter what happened before, or what happens next…”

“I wouldn’t either.” Zelda held the portrait close to her heart, and though her eyes were her ancestor’s, that small, precious smile he’d first fallen in love with was all her own. “She was right. It was worth the sorrow.”

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fioreofthemarch · 9 months ago

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for you, anytime

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time Pairing: Link/Sheik Words: 1610 This oneshot was written for @zelinkcommunity's Loftwing Letters 2024 and is a gift for midnightbunnyy on AO3. Please enjoy!

Looking back, the first hint that something was amiss should have been how easy Link found it to trust Sheik.

His secretive new ally kept his face entirely covered, save for a bright red eye that was almost smiling, if not the gravity of the words he spoke. When evil rules all, an awakening voice from the Sacred Realm will call…

Sheik’s voice, stern yet calm, gave Link the feeling that not only was saving Hyrule possible, it was their destiny. So it did not bother him that this stranger seemed to know exactly how to defeat the evil Ganondorf and find Princess Zelda, nor did it bother him that Sheik’s idea of goodbye was throwing down a deku nut and disappearing in the haze left behind. The first time it happened Link could only smile at the spectacle.

How like him, he thought.

Beyond providing Link with some philosophical musings, Sheik was a man of few words. Still, he was welcome company. The Hyrule to which Link had awoken had changed almost beyond recognition; crushed under the heel of its new King, the land was scoured and the people were scarce. The times that Sheik appeared to teach Link a new song on his ocarina were the only chance he actually had to speak to anyone.

“Are you feeling better today?” he asked after they had met in the raging underbelly of Death Mountain to play a bolero of fire.

“Pardon?”

“A few days ago at the Forest Temple, when you taught me the minuet. You had a cold.”

“No I didn’t.”

“You were sneezing.”

“Sneezing? I…” Sheik paused, as understanding crossed what little of his face Link could see. “I remember now. Yes, I am better. Thank you Link.”

“Well, that’s good to hear—“

Snap! Down came the deku nut and Sheik was gone.

It wasn’t exactly a conversation, but it was a start. Link next found Sheik deep in the icy caverns of Zora’s Domain — frozen thanks to Ganondorf’s meddling — but his hopes of further discussion were quickly dashed.

Sheik’s usual poise was gone. He sat on a large block of ice, slumped and clutching his golden harp to his chest. He explained that Zora’s Domain was lost, except for its princess who had gone in search of the Water Temple to destroy the monster within. He drew his harp forth, preparing with some melancholy to teach Link another song.

“Time passes, people move,” he sighed. “Like a river’s flow, it never ends, does it? A childish mind will turn to noble ambition. Y-young—“

“Young love will become deep affection,” Link murmured. “The clear water reflects growth.”

“How did you know what I was going to say?” Sheik’s red eye met his, cold as the ice of the caverns.

“I just did. I…” Link searched for the right words. “We know each other, don’t we? I mean other than meeting like this.”

Sheik withdrew, reaching yet again for a deku nut to flee with. Link surged forward, grabbing his shoulder. “Wait, answer me!”

“No. Not now. Find the Princess, Link,” Sheik instructed, pulling away. “I need time to think.”

Reluctantly, Link agreed, and allowed Sheik to teach him the song; a serenade so sweet it made him want to cry. This time, Sheik departed not with a flash but a bow.

“I’ll see you again,” he said.

To Link, it seemed like an apology.

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Once the beast within the Water Temple was vanquished, and yet another friend had ascended as a Sage, Sheik met Link on the shores of Lake Hylia. The clear waters sparkled under the high sun as they sat together on the bank, eating a fish that Link had caught and roasted over a fire.

In order to eat, Sheik had dropped the cowl covering his face, unveiling it for the first time. He was younger than Link had imagined, with unblemished skin and a smattering of fine whiskers on his jaw. But most surprising was the way Sheik smiled when he talked.

“A fine carp, a good catch,” he said lightly.

“Compliments to the chef?” Link asked. At this Sheik just rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, I do not know why you feel we have met before,” he said as he picked over a few fish bones. “Perhaps in a past life, we fought a great evil together. That sort of thing leaves a mark on the soul. Trust me.”

“I do trust you."

Sheik looked at him for a long moment, and then laughed. The sound of it caught Link off-guard; it had a melodic lilt, like his harp.

“Don’t let your fiancé hear you say that,” Sheik said. I don’t have a fiancé Link was about to say, when Sheik leaned across and kissed his cheek, running a gentle hand through his hair at the same time.

“Thank you for this respite, Hero,” he whispered. Then, before Link could even think how to respond, Sheik was dousing the fire and the afternoon was over.

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With no clear next destination, Link travelled in a daze from Lake Hylia to Kakariko Village, hoping to hire a room at the inn and stare at the ceiling until he understood his twin feelings of joy and confusion. Except he could do no such thing, because when he arrived the inn was on fire, along with the rest of the town.

In the midst of it all, as townsfolk scrambled for safety, Sheik stood tall and at the ready by the entrance to the town’s well.

“Get back,” he called to Link. At that moment the well cover blew clean off, and all hell (or something much worse) broke loose.

A terrible shadow swarmed overhead. It swooped, angling directly for Sheik and knocked him to the ground. Link’s legs had a mind of their own, positioning him between the shadow and Sheik. He raised his shield, but the force of its blow was so great it sucked the air from his lungs. Just as his consciousness faded he was… standing again. By the well.

“Get back, Link!” Sheik said. The well exploded. The shadow roared. This time it went straight for him, burrowing into his heart, and he felt himself fall and hit— the bricks, as the shadow slammed him into a nearby building. The shadow struck again, throwing Link backward and— into the well itself, falling and falling with no way to—

“Get back, Link, please!” Sheik cried.

What was happening? Why was he stuck at the well, at this one moment, being hit again and again and being told to—

“Get back!” Sheik shouted, angry now.

Again the shadow burst forth, knocking Link down harder than all times before. Pain welled in his chest. Then, above him, he saw Sheik take the ocarina from his bag and begin to play. In his last moments of awareness, Link realised he knew the melody: it was a lullaby, once beloved by the Princess of Hyrule.

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Looking back, all that had come before now made sense, but Link needed time to be sure. He had braved the Shadow Temple and conquered the Spirit Temple before he was ready to confront Sheik.

They met once again in the Temple of Time, where it had all begun. Sheik explained to him the legends of the Triforce, saying that Ganondorf had caused it to split into three when he stole it from the Sacred Realm. All this only strengthened Link’s resolve.

“You hold the final piece,” Link said. “You are the seventh sage.”

“I—“ Sheik blinked at him. “Yes. How did you know?”

Link took a deep breath. “From the moment we met, you seemed familiar. Then I began to remember things you had forgotten, and finish your sentences.” He took the Ocarina of Time from his bag and held it between them. “Then you used this to save my life in Kakariko Village. You turned back time, more than once. There’s only one person in Hyrule who could do that.”

Sheik’s eyes welled with tears. He bowed his head.

“Zelda,” Link said, kind as he could. “I’m not angry. It is Zelda, right?”

Sheik had bowed, but it was the Princess who raised her head. “Yes, it is. You don’t know how happy it makes me to say that.”

Link handed the ocarina to her. “How many times did you use it?”

With a shrug, “I lost count after fifty.”

Fifty? “I died that many times?!”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Zelda said, laughing. “You’re as brave as you are reckless.” Then her face fell. “This is the furthest we’ve ever made it. Each time you fall, I have to send us back to the moment you arrive in the future. At this point, I don’t even know if defeating Ganondorf is possible.”

She unravelled her long braid, shaking out her golden hair with a sigh. Her eyes seemed a little softer now, the red shade fading to green. This was who she had wanted to be all this time, Link thought.

“I’m sorry I can’t remember it all,” Link said, realising unhappily that Zelda likely could. “When I face Ganondorf, I’ll make it count.”

Zelda placed a hand on his cheek and smiled a soft, sad smile. “I know you will.”

She knelt down to kiss his cheek, but Link turned his head and caught her lips with his own; a short, whisper of a kiss, one hopeful of more to follow once peace had returned.

“I’ll see you again?” Zelda asked.

“I’ll see you again,” Link affirmed.

This time around, whether or not this was the last time around, it was nothing short of a vow.

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shingekinohyrulewrites · 24 days ago

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Golden Sand

Princess Zelda of the Gerudo is the reincarnation of the Goddess of the Sand. Link of the Gerudo is the first Gerudo born in one hundred years after Ganondorf. On his eighteenth birthday, he is sent to Zelda to assess whether he is a threat. The consensus ?

He is a threat.

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A week passed after Link’s experience at the Spirit Temple. The guard in charge of him, who he learned was named Buliara, began a routine with him that started at dawn. He was given time to wash up and get dressed before he was escorted to the servants’ dining room. Despite being a servant, he ate well and was often given seconds. From there, he was given a list of items to complete that ranged from cleaning the kitchen or escorting guests around the Palace. The tasks were mundane enough, nothing too extreme or frustrating.

However, Link had yet to see Queen Zelda again. After seeing her speak with the Spirit Goddess, he hadn’t encountered her at all. He had expected to be serving her directly, especially since he had been so brash with her upon their first meeting. When he asked Buliara about it, she was quick to raise her eyebrows at him.

“You strike me as a voe who is a glutton for punishment.”

He had glared at her in response.

“She made a big deal about me not obeying her. I figured she would teach me a lesson and make me her personal servant.”

Buliara smirked, shaking her head.

Two more weeks passed, marking three weeks since Link had become a royal servant. Despite the rocky start, he was enjoying the routine he had established and actually relished the alone time he had while working. No one talked down to him or judged him; instead, he often received compliments about the work he was doing. Sometimes, when he had finished his work early, Buliara would sneak him out onto the training grounds and allow him to practice his archery. She was impressed with his skills and wanted to see how his horseback work compared.

“You have the skills of a great warrior,” she had mused. “Perhaps I can see if you can become a soldier.”

Midway through his third week, Buliara woke him at dawn as usual. Her usually calm face was marred with worry, and she was unusually tense as she greeted him.

“Has . . . something happened?”

“The Queen has requested your presence,” she murmured.

“Right now? At this moment?”

Buliara shook her head. “No, not until after you’ve had your breakfast.”

“Why so grim? Am I to be sentenced to death?”

“Do not be so stupid,” she barked. “No, you are to accompany her while she takes audiences today.”

As was custom for a ruler, Queen Zelda took audiences once a week, listening to the pleas and worries of her people and trying to find solutions for them. Link wondered what exactly he was to do - did she expect him to come up with answers on the spot?

“Do not fret,” Buliara said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Get on with your morning. I shall wait for you.”

They were silent as they made their way to the servants’ dining room. When they stopped outside the door, he turned to look at her.

“Will you be escorting me to the Queen?”

“But of course. I am responsible for you.”

She nudged the door open, jerking her head towards it.

“Go. I shall collect you after.”

He ate deep in thought, wondering what would occur. The tasks he had been completing had been enough for him, and he worried if the Queen would just put more on his plate. Or, perhaps, she would finally take a liking to him? He shook his head, sighing as he stabbed his fork into his food.

Buliara gave him a quick list of warnings as they strode towards the Throne Room.

“Only speak to her when spoken to. Unless a citizen greets you, do not speak. You are to be as silent as possible and support the Queen as much as you can.”

“Right,” he frowned. “Basically act like I have since I was born.”

A flash of sympathy crossed her face. She turned her face away, keeping it turned until they arrived.

“I wish you the best of luck.”

The Throne Room was empty, minus Queen Zelda and her personal guards. His eyes took in her appearance, and he hated to admit she looked rather . . . beautiful. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, her head adorned with a circlet with a large ruby in the middle of her forehead. She wore a strapless, pink Gerudo top that was held in place by a golden Gerudo crest that wrapped around her neck. A light splatter of freckles covered her bare shoulders. The outfit was finished with sheer pants that matched her top and amulets on her biceps.

“You. Hurry up and come kneel before me.”

Link fought hard to keep the scowl off his face as he obeyed, keeping his gaze away from her as he stood in front of her before sinking down onto his knees.

“Hm, better. It seems you’ve learned since spending some time working here.”

Her attitude towards him hadn’t changed. There was still a tinge of coldness to her tone, and she still addressed him as if he was a pest. They hadn’t seen each other since the Spirit Temple, and he had hoped that the time apart would soften her attitude towards him. A part of him had also hoped that she would have spoken to him since the Goddess of the Sand had addressed him directly.

Apparently not.

“You shall be my scribe for today. You are to write down the name of the citizen and their request, as well as my solutions for them.”

She grabbed something from behind her throne and threw it suddenly at him. He barely managed to catch it, realizing it was a scroll. It unfurled in his hands, revealing that it was blank. She was holding out a quill, and he was silently thankful that she hadn’t thrown it to him.

Zelda sat on her throne, back straight as she stared straight ahead. One of her personal guards rushed forward, placing a stool to her side and gesturing for Link to sit. He got comfortable and held the quill in his left hand, waiting for the Queen to speak.

“Please write today’s date. It is just past nine in the morning.”

Her voice softened as she spoke to him. Her eyes were still looking straight ahead, trained on the door. After a moment they opened, revealing an elderly Gerudo woman. She wobbled in, keeping her head lowered and sinking into a deep bow upon standing before Zelda.

“Your Majesty, thank you for taking the time to listen to me this blessed morning.”

“May the Goddess of the Sand bless you. How may I assist you?”

The elderly woman stood up, her eyes flickering towards Link. She quirked an eyebrow before shifting her gaze back to Zelda.

“I have heard from my neighbor, who travels outside the city to get goods, that there has been an increase in theft among merchants. She is in fear that she will be targeted next, especially as a Gerudo. Is there anything you can do?”

Link wrote down her request word for word, his handwriting surprisingly smooth. He noted that Zelda had glanced over at his work before nodding subtly in approval.

“That is a shame. I was not aware of an increase in theft outside the city. I shall send word to the guards who patrol right outside of the city and correspond with foreign merchants who come in.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. She is afraid and embarrassed to bring up the matter.”

The next woman was brought in, and the next one after. It was a steady stream, each one coming in and explaining their concerns while Zelda listened intensely. Link noted that, despite how cold she was towards him, she was a Queen with a loving heart for her people. He saw the way her expression softened as each citizen spoke of their worries, and she took her time to think of the proper response to appease them. She actively listened to them as well, not looking away from their faces as they spoke, even if they refused to meet her eyes. He also admired how eloquently she spoke, how she made sure her words were simple enough to understand but with a trace of wisdom behind them. He was most impressed by her intellect; it appeared that her mind was working quickly as she listened to the concerns. She also refused to make promises that she couldn’t keep; if something was out of her control, she would be transparent about it. However, if she had power over a solution, she promised to get it done quickly to appease her people. Link became more in awe of her as time went on.

At noon sharp, the doors were shut, leaving Link and Zelda alone. He had used two scrolls, taking detailed notes on the conversations and adding names of the citizens when possible. He had also made sure to specify Zelda’s responses, and he was quite proud of his work. One of the guards approached to take the scrolls, looking them over and nodding in approval. Zelda stood up, stretching her arms overhead before sighing. She turned to look at Link before taking the scroll from the guard.

“I must say, you have wonderful handwriting.”

Surprised by her compliment, Link quickly bowed his head.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Excellent work. Thank you, Link.”

She lifted her gaze from the scroll and looked directly at him. Her eyes studied his face before a small smile tugged at her lips. Link felt heat rush to his cheeks as he bowed his head again.

“Forgive me if this is brash, Your Majesty, but I must say I truly admire you as a ruler.”

“Admire me?”

“You have a big heart for our people. You truly care about our wellbeing and work hard to ensure that we are satisfied. Not all rulers can claim that.”

She looked away, clearing her throat.

“You flatter me.”

He frowned. “I . . . did not mean any offense.”

“It is simply my duty,” she murmured.

“No,” he shook his head. “You go above your duty, Your Majesty.”

She didn’t respond, still looking away. After a moment, she cleared her throat.

“You are dismissed. Thank you for your hard work, Link.”

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uniquevoidflowers · 10 months ago

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Linked Arena-Part 1

(From the perspective of Masks or the Hero of Time)

Thud. Thud. Thud.

“Coming!”

Link rushed to the door of the ranch and swung it open to see a cloaked figure there. Rain poured outside, pattering on their hood and soaking everything. “What do you need?” Link asked, leaning slightly against the door.

“I have something for you.” The cloaked figure told him quietly.

Link’s eyes narrowed. “For me? From who?”

“It’s a message. You’ll know who it’s from when you read it.” The cloaked figure insisted and pulled out an envelope.

Link took the envelope, curiosity getting the better of him. The symbol of the Triforce was stamped onto the envelope.

Interesting.

“So this is from the royal family? Who are-“ When Link looked up the cloaked figure was gone.

“Fairy boy?” Malon called and hurried over. “Who was that?”

“I don’t know.” Link replied and shoved the envelope down into his pocket before Malon could see it.

“Was it another solicitor? There have been so many of them coming to the ranch.” Malon huffed, scowling.

“…Yeah.” Link answered uneasily.

His wife sighed and grabbed a sign. “I’m going to put this up now. Hopefully they get the message.”

Link watched as Malon left, sign in her hands. He pulled out the envelope and teared the top off. He had never really been patient with these small things.

Hero of Time

You bested the evil man Ganondorf, and the ugly creature Majora.

You defied time and fate with the intent to save others.

You have proven how strong you are…Yet…

Many heroes have risen up to defeat evil, whether it be before your time, or after your time.

They are also incredibly strong…All of their hearts are pure. Just like yours.

Where am I going with this? You’re probably asking…

All of you heroes must fight each other in an arena I have prepared.

The winner will be gifted the Triforce.

More details will be explained at the right time, but train as hard as you can Hero of Time.

Your opponents are no pushovers.

The letter wasn’t signed. The piece of paper slipped out of his shaky hands and fell slowly to the ground. “A f***ing arena?!”

Malon peeked back inside, looking concerned. “Link? What are you talking about?”

Link grabbed the letter and ripped it into pieces and then stormed off. “Wait! Link!” Malon called rushing to him and grabbing his arm. “Tell me what’s happening.”

“She wants me to go fight in an arena against other heroes. The prize is the Triforce.” Link growled.

Malon’s eyes went wide. She certainly wasn’t expecting that. “You don’t have to go, right?”

“I hope so.” He murmured his anger fading a little.

Malon picked up the shredded pieces of paper and threw them away. Link sat down at the table, fists clenched. “You know…maybe there is some good to this arena fight.” Malon mused.

“What?”

“Hear me out! You’d be able to make sure that Ganondorf doesn’t come back. Ever. You could make sure that Hyrule stays a kingdom of peace.” Malon explained, hope shining in her eyes.

Link wanted to immediately reject the idea but she had a point. “Of course if you don’t want to, don’t. I just…want you to feel at peace instead of going away every month to fight something and coming back with various injuries.” Malon admitted.

“I’ll do it.” He decided, deadpanning.

“You sure you want to do this?” Malon asked, only care and love in her features.

Link nodded and hugged her. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

“You better be.” She replied and let him pull away.

Malon kissed his cheek and walked away. Link sighed and grabbed his bag and a sword, and then he walked outside. He looked up at the sky, eyes blazing with determination. “I’m ready, Hylia.”

Right in front of him reality crumbled and stretched so there was a hole in the air. He walked through and saw a dungeon-like room. Other Hylians, kids and adults sat there, keeping to themselves. None of them even spared a glance at Link. Link sat down in a similarly manner, since he wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence. A light filled the dim dungeon and a woman walked through. She had white long hair and golden eyes, her dress was more like a robe, a white robe with golden details on it. “Heroes.” She thundered.

Everyone looked at her. “Welcome to my arena. You have chosen to come here and fight and I commend you for that.” She smiled. “After this there is no going back. Nothing you say or do will take you back to your home. I will give you one finally opportunity to leave.” Her voice irritated him. It was like she was taunting them.

No one moved. “Very well. Here is how this will work.” She turned around and revealed an arena.

It was bare but lights illuminated the ground and seats surrounded the battleground. A barrier separated the seats from the battleground. “There will be rounds. You will not die at first…only if you are not the last one standing at the end of these rounds. You will fight each other, in duos. The winning duo will gain a point. The duo that has the most points at the end will face off against each other. Whoever wins that will get the Triforce. Make sense?” She finished.

“I have to work with one of my opponents?” The one with the blonde and pink hair scowled.

“Yes. This will truly test your physical and mental abilities. Now, I will give you a few days to train and rest before the battles begin. There should be rooms with your names on them. You will share a room with your teammate.” She demanded.

After that the heroes split up and Link searched through the hallways for his name. He found his room. The sign read:

Hero of Time, Hero of Legend

Link walked inside to see the room split into two sides. One had Link’s belongings and was decorated to his own preference. The other side had tons of bags spread out across the bed. There seemed to be a theme of bunnies. Suddenly the door burst open and the blonde and pink haired hero walked in. He sat down on his bed and sighed.

Should Link say something? Introduce himself?

“So, we’re a team, huh?” The blonde and pink haired hero spoke, surprising Link.

“It seems so. I take it you’re the Hero of Legend?” Link replied.

“Don’t like being called that but yeah.” He responded something bitter in his tone.

“So what do I call you?” Link asked.

“I’m Link.” The Hero of Legend answered.

“…Funny thing is that my name is Link as well.” Link told him dryly.

The Hero of Legend merely huffed, not surprised. “I guess we need nicknames then.”

“Hmm.” Link responded, thinking.

“I think you could be nicknamed Mask or Masks or something like that. You seem like the mysterious type.” The Hero of Legend shrugged.

That was…fitting. “Sure. Call me Masks.” Masks decided.

Masks took a look at the Hero of Legend and his side of the room. “Reverie.” Masks said out loud.

“What?” A shadow crossed over the Hero of Legend’s face.

“I think you could be called Reverie…maybe Rev for short?” Masks suggested.

The Hero of Legend thought for a moment before nodding. “That works. Call me Rev.”

“This is going to be long. I can already tell something’s off.” Masks sighed. “But no matter. We should discuss strategies for the upcoming battles.”

“It’s important to get rest before you strategize or fight. We’ll rest first then discuss.” Rev retorted.

Masks purses his lips but nodded. “Fine then.”

Rev curled up into his bed and closed his eyes, Masks following in suit. Suddenly a scream filled the air and Masks eyes flew open. “What was that?” He asked no one in particular.

“I’m going to check it out. There’s no telling what happens in this place.” Rev ran off and Masks followed, both curious and concerned.

“Why would you do that?!” Someone screeched.

#unique writes #linked arena #linked arena masks #linked arena reverie

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regnantlight · 9 months ago

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@fhulhuse-of-muses sent:

"--for Her Majesty's safety!"

"For goddess' sake, I won't have you eating every one of Princess Zelda's deliveries!"

"But they're from Ganondorf again! Just because one package was safe doesn't mean that the next one will be!"

"That's no excuse to eat a good handful of those chocolates, you greedy toad! If we deem a package safe, then it's our duty to deliver it to Her Majesty. What you're doing is tantamount to stealing mail!"

The two guards argued back and forth until they saw Zelda entering the room. They stood at attention.

"Your Majesty! Good morning! We have another delivery from Ganondorf." The guard snatched the box of treats from the "poison-testing" guard and handed it to her with a respectful bow.

Inside the box was another note:

"There are things that I need to discuss with you, Princess Zelda. Come to the hill at these coordinates alone. I mean no harm in our meeting. That is a promise. -Ganondorf"

|| TOTK Verse || Plotted ||

Zelda had taken the first note she received to Queen Sonia the morning following its arrival. The Queen met with her privately over a breakfast of hot tea, eggs, fruit, and fresh bread with honey and butter. At first, the older woman seemed mildly amused by the entire ordeal.

“And here I was under the impression that your heart was already spoken for, my dear Zelda.”

“That—“ Zelda felt her cheeks grow warm as she nearly fumbled with her tea. “No, Queen Sonia, you have the wrong impression—I do not intend to truly court Ganondorf, by any means. I merely thought, if I do allow him to pursue me—meet with him, correspond with him—then perhaps I can gain greater insight into what his intentions are with Hyrule.”

“Hm,” Queen Sonia hummed, resting her chin atop her interlaced fingers. “I suppose you still believe him to be a threat…?”

Zelda nodded before trailing her eyes to the table, brows furrowed as she spoke. “I know that King Rauru has already spoken on the matter, but I can not help but feel that something horrible will happen…and if I can stop it, if there is something I may do—“

“Zelda,” the Queen’s slender hand slid across the table to rest over Zelda’s arm. “You carry too much weight on your shoulders. I know,” she continued as Zelda made a move to speak, “that you only want to help…”

She paused then, gaze gentling before she prodded, “Forgive me, but I must ask—have you ever courted anyone before, Zelda? Properly?”

“No.” The answer came honestly as Zelda closed her eyes, “Not…properly.” There had been no time in her endless dedication to training, to her research, to reciting hours of prayer in freezing waters—she did not fall in love through courting.

She fell in love through rain and long travels and stews cooked over an open fire.

She fell in love privately, and while many suspected, no one knew, and when Zelda was finally free to be open about her affections, everyone was gone.

And even then, there was no courting, per se, merely…coming home.

Sonia nodded. “I understand. I will not treat you like a child, Zelda, but…do be careful. Courting is a dangerous game, in so many ways…but it is also a useful tool for precisely this purpose. If you intend to allow Ganondorf to get close to you, I will offer as much protection and guidance as I can…but you will largely be alone. Are you prepared for that…?”

I was alone for 100 years, Zelda wanted to say, while red eyes tore at my soul with more hate than I have ever seen.

Ganondorf could not be worse than that, she thought.

Though his darkness felt familiar and since witnessing him, she had nightmares of those red eyes more and more—

“I will be careful,” Zelda said instead, and when she came across the second note, she kept her word. Took every precaution. Informed her guards just where she would be, and when, and for how long, and to retrieve her should she be delayed.

And she met him, alone, just as he requested.

Red eyes burned in her memory, claws reaching for her beyond their soul-bound cage, promising the death and destruction of everything she loved.

“Good evening, Ganondorf,” Zelda nodded, hands folded before her as slipped into an engrained sense of etiquette that even a century could not erase, “Thank you for your gifts. You are too kind. I trust your time in Hyrule has been well?”

#stories become legends (roleplay)#TOTK Verse: tbn #((this was fun to write! it’s been awhile hahaha))

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deathleadsarc · 1 year ago

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SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.'

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?

in the first novel she meets and falls completely in love with Atlas Hawthorne, a young and promising Knight of the King who, incidentally, also fell in love with her. So by canon speaking, it'd be @hmrtia, Atlas! This is a multiverse blog, so i have lots of ships that I absolutely adore

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Qistina is canonically in her hundreds, so I suppose that as long as your muse is an adult, everything's oooookay

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

My writing can get very sensual to begin with when it comes to things like that, because she's a very intimate woman. If she starts describing certain bodyparts or expresses the desire to remove her clothes then i'll start tagging it

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

being on here for so long, you have to be.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

ohhh my that's a list of wonderful people! Right now, her active partners are Atlas of course, Wesker, Sanji, Mirage, Grimmjow, Sukuna, Saint, Luxu, Ganondorf annnnd Nanami ~ i kinda ship her with maude, ace, gojo and uhhhhh geto and hidan too but shhhh dont tell nobody thanks! i've had many others come and go in the past, but i still think fondly of and would probably pick them back up if asked

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

I would say just to bring it up to me! I can see many, many ships and dynamics with her, but sometimes I just don't feel safe or noninvasive when i think about asking to ship haha I try to keep things platonic when i'm interacting with muses I ship her with, i say to 'ask' but i never ask myself fdgdfg sorry

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

i don't think this is applicable lol

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Just ask! even with other types of dynamics! I'm sorry I can never actually and confidently ask for those things myself, but i'm more than happy to listen to the types of dynamics you'd like to have with her! i tend to keep a 1-2 ship limit per verse buuuuut you know - if it fits she sits

#ooc.#im also happy to keep things platonic and otherwise :> please dont hesitate to talk to meeee #and yes i dont ask because of the stigma female oc's have dfgdfgh i dont ever ever want to make anyone uncomfortable

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fragmented-tales · 1 month ago

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What is Ganondorf's opinion on Zora architecture?

// answering this one OOC.

Ganon, having been born and raised in the Gerudo desert, is amazed by how integral water is in Zora structures, from engravings to the insurance that water will flow through them. It's just so much water to him, compared to the aqueducts that run through his town. //

#query bot #The Author's Notes [ OOC ] ;;#muse ∆ GANONDORF [ Answered Asks ]#Telling Tales [ Queue ]

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tenebriism · 5 months ago

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💋

First 5 Asks Receive Kisses - [ 5/??? ( I'ma just answer all of them, lmfao ) ] :

His touch, the way he takes hold of Link's chin, is surprisingly GENTLE, almost as if he fears he may SHATTER the man he beholds should he apply even a tinge more force. His thumb smooths over soft lips, the Gerudo finding himself STRUGGLING to take his gaze off of features even HE could not deny were beautiful, almost impossibly so.

" Stay. " Tone barely transcends that of a whisper, just before he leans in to seize what he wants. It's slow, but passionate. Long, wanting. He'll commit the taste to memory if it's the last thing the cursed deities allow him to do.

@dutifulsilence ;;

#dutifulsilence #[ ;) wink wink wink~ ]#muse ;; GANONDORF ( ANSWERED ASK )

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sapientiiae · 5 months ago

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🧪 which sheikah do you love most

Send an ask with 🧪 to give my muse a truth serum! They are now forced to reply to whatever question is asked with complete honesty :D

She thought the tea on her desk seemed suspicious — the aroma of her usual rose tea seemed off today. Now she was regretting allowing herself to take a sip of it, unable to keep her most private thoughts to herself.

This question was difficult and one that pained the princess to answer. Asking which Sheikah she loved most meant having to choose one over the other. She loved them both with her entirety, though the ways in which she loved them was very different. Impa was her guard, yes, but she’d also acted as a bit of a surrogate mother to the princess when the Queen of Hyrule passed. She was the only prominent female figure around for most of Zelda’s life, and she’d gone to great extremes to protect her.

Then there was Sheik, the warrior that was much closer in age to her, assigned to keep her safe when Impa was not around or should anything happen to the tribe leader. They were raised in their duties together, and Sheik had worked just as hard as Impa to keep her safe during those years where Ganondorf sought to overtake Hyrule.

But…there was something more to their relationship. What had started as the closeness of two children that somewhat had an understanding of each other developed into more. Feelings had bloomed, and one could argue that a romantic love often overshadows the love of family.

“I….suppose my feelings for Sheik outweigh the ones I have for Impa…”

#anonymous #[ how dare y'all make her choose!#this is of course breaking from canon and going off the idea that sheik is a separate person from zelda and the dynamics seen here #sorry if this wasn't what you meant nonny ]#the clear water’s surface reflects growth ⌈ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋs ⌋

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divineprank · 1 year ago

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{29. what are your honest thought about your muse’s canon? | 30. what are your favorite RP tropes to play? (angst, hurt-comfort, etc…)}

[Munday Asks!]

The fact that out of all forty questions, two people chose the same two questions for me to answer is actually really incredible! xD I'm sorry, I've already answered both of these, haha. Is there anything else you'd like to know? I mean, I could continue my infinite rant about Ganondorf, but I feel like that would be majorly unpleasant and people would start to wonder why I'm even writing for him LMAO

#Kneel. :: [INQUIRIES]#Gods! Hear that which I desire! :: [DASH GAMES]#askganondorftobadragmire

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courageneverfogotten · 1 year ago

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Rules and About

Rules -

1. This blog is 18 + not specifically for sexual themes, but dark and sometimes traumatic themes, such as death, mental stress, and such. Keep that in mind when interacting.

2. I ship two ways (with chemistry with the muses, and with chemistry with the muns) I’m less likely to have others ship. (I’m not saying don’t try, but understand it might not happen.) Some preferences I do have for Link (Zelink being #1) but does not have to be restricted to such. That said, I will not ship him with any minors, and specifically I do not wish to ship him with Ganondorf.

3. This is a side blog, so do not ask for follow backs. Also please do not pester for replies. I get to them when I do, and bothering me for them will make me less incline to do them.

4. No irl drama. Problems you may be going through, I am sorry, and I do hope you get better, but I cannot be your council here on what to do. Talk to your friends or seek professional help in such trouble, I am not qualify to give advice.

5. Personal blogs that follow (simply because you enjoy what I do, or you’re blog is tied to rp sideblogs), I ask that you have something in your blog that indicates that you are not a bot (ie not just a pic of a girl and posts of sus links and vid) or else I will block.

Link - Appointed Knight and Guard to Princess Zelda

Age - 16 (BotW) / 21 (TotK) Technically - 121

Gender - Demiboy (Nonbinary- Prefers He but Answers to He/She/They)

Relationship Preference - Panromantic. Link is not one for expression outward feelings for others, and becomes quite shy when others show such affection towards him, but he shows his way of love through simple means, such as cooking a meal for his partner, or small gestures. He also is known to give favorite flowers to his special one, whomever they could be.

Personality - Quiet and reserve around strangers, but more forthcoming as he gets to know them. Loves talking about cooking and trying different meals.

Strength - High prowess in combat utility and survival in the wilds. Able to adapt to situations on the fly.

Weaknesses - Gets in over his head at times and takes on situations too big for him to handle alone. Selfless, sometimes to the point where he puts others over himself.

#rules #about #pinned post

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gerudospiriit · 8 months ago

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Upon entering the room, her eyes fell on the gargantuan skull half buried in the sand, though her gaze was immediately pulled to a figure who appeared on top of it. Tall and helmeted (one, she noted, was similar to the partial helmet the imp donned). Dressed in robes with intricate designs she had never seen before. She wanted to call out to him, demand answers from, who she assumed, might be this Zant character. However, by the time her shock wore off and proper words formed in her throat, the figure disappeared again.

The skull's eyes lit up. It rose from the sand, animated once more and controlled by dark forces. The guardian of that mirror working for Zant.

Through their teamwork, the pair dispatched of the skeletal adversary easily enough and ascended to the topmost floor of what came to be known as Arbiter's Grounds. Her heart beat in anticipation for, at long last to perhaps find answers. Closure. Anything. Her stomach tied itself in knots, both in fear of what she may discover and for the violent memories attached to the chamber.

However, when her eyes fall on the mirror, her shoulders sag and her jaw tightens. Though she hardly understood this artifact, she knew that it muse be useless in a shattered state.

And then...those beings appeared. The ones from all those years ago.

It took everything in her to steel herself and not scramble up the pillars to slash down each and every one of the figures--Sages they called themselves. Or throw her blades into them from below. To quietly listen as they told the tale of her king. Or, a portion of it. Their version and understanding. All as they recounted their failed execution attempt. But they said only his power could destroy this mirror...did that mean he did live? Was he already back in this realm? Or was he still somehow trapped in the Twilight Realm?

They also said the power was passed on to Zant...thus...perhaps he had perished after all but found a way to give Zant his power. To let at least that live on...

Lost in thought, she hardly noticed the Sages fade away. It wasn't until Link spoke that she finally turned her attention back to him, golden gaze hardened. Determined.

" You think you've figured something out, do you? " she asked, a hint of venom lacing her words. " I'm not going to waste time hearing your likely wrong assumptions, but I'll tell you this much. My name is Nabooru, chief of the Gerudo. We are warriors made into thieves for survival because of Hyrule's hatred of our kind. Ganondorf was our king before his capture, along with others of our tribe. I wanted to find out if he still lived. Somewhere. Somehow. "

this former temple ( a place of worship / a place of salvation ): was another victim in a long string of the harmed, beaten, and broken. the women's words just seemed to fill link with more purpose, more duty in regards to the current situation in not only hyrule but the twilight realm as well. time is something link does not have in excess so he simply give's the dark skinned women a nod in agreement at her words and goes forth into the lair of this once scared building's boss: a fight the youth knew would not be easily won but immense courage had gotten him this far, just enough.

with the fall of the heavy duty lock disengaged, the duo walks through before coming face to face with the remains of the former guardian deity half buried beneath the sands, a giant horned dragon of the long lost spirit temple, who, transformed by the shadow magic from the mirror of twilight had become a puppet controlled by usurper zant ( who dared to question why this child blessed by destiny still lived, still sought victory ): the false king called upon ancient magics, not originally hailing from his tribe to fall forth a blade of malice incarnate and drove it straight into the hollowed out bones of the deity. now, with glowing red eyes and a taste for blood in its fangs was donning a most sinister moniker: twilit fossil--stallord.

after a battle well won, link's body showed visible signs of exhaustion but the women who had seemed to do battle as if dancing, looked completely unfazed by the whole ordeal but her eyes told a story of sadness, as if holding remorse towards a once holy being she probably gave prayer and high belief in. having been restored back to once was a bridge retracted back into place, a sealed door opened to where, link could only assume an end to his and midna's goal. a portal to lead to zant, the mirror of twilight.

the trio make their way up the tower, avoiding holes left by sections of staircase that had depreciated over the ages. upon reaching the mirror chamber link watches the shift in the women's features but she dares not to speak ( when the opportunity arose, he'd ask her name if only to make it easier to address her, even in his mind ): a massive statue of a desert goddess link has never heard praised stands before them and reaching for her hand, he brings the two of them atop his spinner to reach the top before activating the mechanism that which would unbury the mirror hidden beneath the sands. a cold chill blew through the air and a light sand storm had begun to kick up from the force of raising something so massive from beneath the sea of rock pieces. however, much to the shock of link and the absolute horrors of midna the mirror is incomplete: having been left in a shattered state void of three fragments.

link, whose never been big on words, can only mutter mere apologizes as his spit fire companion grovels at the feet of the broken mirror. in their distress the presence of the other women having been put to the background of both their minds... this is not what either of them had expected and at a loss, the duo stood motionless until a being, a sage atop the tallest pillars, all five are glowing blinding white begin to speak.

❛ a dark entity lurks in the twilight...it houses an evil power. ❜ ❛ you guided by fate and you possess the crest of the goddesses. hear us ❜ ❛ at the command of the goddesses, we sages guarded the mirror for millennia. ❜ ❛ you seek it but the mirror of twilight was fragmented by mighty magics. ❜ ❛ the magic is a dark power only he possesses. ❜ ❛ his name is... ganondorf. ❜

with every word the sages of old spoke link listened in earnest. their language as a delicacy upon his mind that he devoured with vigor, with maddened hunger. the night seemed to quiet, as when she spoke seas seemed to part and the earth seemed to shake. now, instead of the sages all eyes, those bathed in white light and those not turned to her. her words having cut the air like a knife. ❛ ----you? ❜ was all link could speak as he listened to the women speak her name, her truth, the reason that brought her to these once blessed grounds.

#[ ☀ ⁱ ᵃᵐ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ʷᵃʳ ��ⁿᵈ ʷᵒᵐᵃⁿ ;; ⁱᶜ ]#obraveyouth

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