#technically that's?? hylias job? she's the guardian

[ashley-kins]

Every time I look at Tears of the Kingdom criticisms, they aren't even about actual criticisms, they just don't like the story. It's fine to not like the story. But when you criticize, you need to explain why and how you would've fixed the problem. (No, saying "I would've changed the whole story" is not the why and how.)

For example, I didn't like that there wasn't any explanation on where the Sheikah technology went until a developer basically panicked in an interview and said that it just vanished after the Calamity. I would've made it so that while Purah is explaining the Purah Towers and/or Purah Pad, she offhandedly commented that she got the parts from the guardians/shrines/Divine Beasts.

What really irks me is the "but the story doesn't line up to past Zelda games" that's right. Good job on understanding that. Ocarina of Time had 2 direct sequels: Majora's Mask and Wind Waker. Zelda 1 has a direct sequel: Link's Adventure. Wind Waker has a direct sequel: Phantom Hourglass. Breath of the Wild has a direct sequel: Tears of the Kingdom.

The only thing that was promised was that it was a sequel (and technically also prequel) to Breath of the Wild. People take the timeline way too seriously. Twilight Princess is technically after Majora's Mask, but we are only told that from the timeline. The Hero's Shade was hinted at being the Hero of Time, but just like the Bridge of Hylia existing in BotW/TotK those hints were just made as a reference.

The Zelda timeline doesn't make sense. Why did 4 Sword adventure take place in the Child timeline? How does a "the hero is killed" timeline exist if the hero canonically wins? Why is it only Ocarina of Time that had the timeline split when time travel is a common thing in many Zelda games?

Sure, you are allowed to not like the story, but stop blaming it on Nintendo not caring about the Zelda timeline. They were all meant to be a brand of games with the same name, we as a community just wanted a timeline, so Nintendo just made one and threw it at us.

If you want to argue that it has no connection to Breath of the Wild, please replay the game again and see how many things are connected:

If you've played BotW, your horses transfer over

Zelda has made monuments dedicated to the people that lost their lives to Calamity Ganon

People still remember him. I've seen arguments that people don't; so I will say: talk to the Zora, the people around Lookout Landing, Master Kohga, the Sheikah, some of the Rito, Riju and her right hand, and Yunobo.

If you've beaten the Champions' Balad DLC, you keep the picture of the Champions.

Anyway, I just needed to rant because I keep seeing "criticisms" that are just bitching at the story, which as I said before: if you don't like the story, that's your opinion, but don't think that's what a criticism is because it's not.

[deamaurea]

Cia and Lana being dimensional witches ala xxxholic /tsubasa style would be cool. Send tweet.

[runtedfiction]

nicer

day 1: facade @zelinkweek2021

ao3

* * *

Years later, when Link faces the castle’s crumbling walls, he thinks about the Princess.

* * *

The day King Rhoam announces this year’s Harvest Festival is also the day his subjects know they're doomed. Officially, it’s supposed to be a normal holiday. Unofficially, the language in the announcement—“the last celebration before the fight against Calamity Ganon”, “the last time the palace will be open to Castletown until the fight is over”—convinces everyone that they’re partying in the face of the apocalypse.

“They have no faith in me,” Zelda says, putting down her pen. “Ganon is brewing deep beneath the castle. Everyone knows it. Everyone knows I can’t stop it. This is their last chance to let loose before all hell breaks loose.”

Impa frowns and hands her the final page of raw Guardian data to clean. “You're too hard on yourself. You still have time.”

“I just have Mount Lanayru next week.” She focuses on the Silent Princess above her desk. It's wilting. “Do you think I’ll be wise enough? Maybe Hylia will smite me right then and there for being an idiot.”

“Princess!”

“I know, I know.”

* * *

They wrap up that afternoon’s study, an incredibly useful session in quantifying the powers of the Guardians, to get ready for the ball.

Zelda’s dress is her signature blue, but a bit more fluid and feminine than the one she normally wears. Made for dancing and a summer night.

“Collarbones,” Impa notes, and Zelda laughs. “A little off the shoulder as well! And the subtle constellation pattern in the tulle--how stunning!”

“Don’t act as if you didn’t design it.”

“Guilty.”

Impa’s dress, an even deeper blue, is similarly gorgeous. It’s long sleeved, form fitting, and silky.

“Impa, I just want to say—” Zelda pauses, looking at their reflections in the mirror. When will they ever look this nice again? “Thank you for being my friend.”

Impa' smiles. “Of course. And Princess—if I may.”

“Yes?”

“With all your talk of the world ending, of doom coming.” Her voice gets small. “Do you think it would be worth telling him?”

Zelda stiffens. She thinks of him somewhere in the castle, dressed in his best uniform, walking to find her.

She lies. “No.”

Three quiet, efficient raps sound against her door. Zelda’s heart lurches.

* * *

In the hot, overcrowded ballroom, she can’t stop wondering if he thinks she looks pretty.

There are important people here she needs to talk to: researchers from the Royal Ancient Tech Lab, religious leaders, captains of industry, and so on. She finds her father and tries to reach some common ground on the one night they aren’t preparing for Evil Incarnate. (She fails.) She should find the court poet and give him the dance he’s been writing about for the past month.

But all she wants is for Link to look at her.

He’s indeed in his best uniform. His gloves and boots are blindingly white; his collar sits high and stiff against his neck. He’s uncommonly handsome, and the uniform emphasizes it. When someone pulls him in to dance (technically he should be keeping watch, but that someone really insists), she hates the jealousy that blooms in her chest and takes the hand of the poet. When she twirls, when she makes conversation, when she curtsies--she tries to see it all from Link’s perspective, if he can even find her in the crowd.

“Princess, are you feeling alright?”

“Oh.”

The poet looks at her in the way that a puppy looks at its master. The neediness satisfies and repulses her.

“Yes,” she says, smiling quickly. “Thank you for asking. How are you?”

“Wonderful. I was sitting in the courtyard the other day and...”

It’s easy to tune him out and appear to be interested with the right amount of “mhmm” and “oh?” and eye contact. But every time he twirls her around, she tries to spot the top of a Royal Guard cap in the crowd.

She knows she’s being stupid. Even in the incredibly unlikely scenario where Link’s interested, what could they do? Given that her powers aren’t working, there’s only a sixty percent chance they’ll get through the Calamity. She thinks back to what Impa said earlier. Something about letting him know in the face of impending doom.

(Maybe it doesn’t make sense to do something that would possibly be useless, a tiny voice in the back of her head says. But on the flip side, it’s also possible that nothing will matter soon, so why not tell him?)

She scowls and lets the poet dip her far too low for common courtesy.

* * *

Link is definitely lost in the crowd now. The next song requires that they rotate between multiple partners, and she can’t spot him anywhere. There’s no way that he’d be looking at her anyway, because why would he? He’s the chosen one, kind and strong and handsome and blessed. She’s the failed reincarnation, mean and headstrong and cursed.

If (when) the world ends, it’ll be on her.

Zelda admits to herself, swaying in the arms of someone else who doesn’t matter, that because the world has an uncomfortably high probability of ending, it follows that maybe, possibly, probably it makes sense for her to say something.

A sense of urgency unfurls in the pit of her stomach. Where is he?

* * *

She tries to find him. She doesn’t know what she’d do--ask for a dance? Strike up a conversation? Maybe it's the heat getting to her, but it worries her that she's lost him. She walks the length of the ballroom and comes up with nothing.

There’s no way she could summon him, but…

She grabs a glass of water and walks out the ballroom to the nearest balcony.

Except in this very specific circumstance, it’s infuriating how easy it is for him to find her. Even when she doesn't want to be found, even when she’s actively running away (and nearly dying in the process), there he is. The knowledge that he’s almost always aware of her presence burns.

“Hello,” she says after a respectable amount of time.

He steps out behind her. Unfortunately, the moonlight’s softness makes him look angelic. “Hi.”

Zelda very rarely has no plan. She’s the one always bossing him around, deciding where they’ll go next and how they’ll get there and what they’ll do. She’s at a loss for words right now.

“Ah--hm.” A cooling night breeze passes by. “Are you--are you enjoying the festival?”

“Yes?” He looks confused. And hot, her unhelpful brain adds. Very hot. “Are you?”

“Yes. It’s quite warm inside, but I enjoy the music and the dancing.”

“The band is nice.”

She agrees and scrambles to find another conversation topic. Damn it. Still no plan. Think, think.

“Uh--” he starts the same time she asks, “Are you ready for Mount Lanayru next week?”

He nods, and she hates how she made the conversation about work. But he looks more confident now--talking about work is easier than trying to have whatever kind of conversation she had in mind. “Yeah. I read about the region and it seems relatively safe. We might see Naydra too.”

“That would be incredible,” she says. “I’d love to capture it on the Slate.”

He nods again. A silence passes (a horribly awkward one that eats at her) before she asks: “What were you going to say before I interrupted you?”

“Oh yes.” Link clears his throat, and the fact that he looks a bit nervous sends her heart pounding. Can he tell what her subconscious is trying to do? “I’ve been meaning to ask (oh God, oh God, what has he been meaning to ask)--are you avoiding me?”

She blinks. “What?”

He won’t make eye contact with her. Triforce of courage, my ass. “Are you avoiding me?”

“No?” She’s stunned. Avoiding? All she’s been doing for the past week is pining!

“But, I feel like.” He pauses to look at her briefly. Again, his nerves kick off her own. “Ever since we got back from the desert, you haven’t really talked to me.”

She needs to think. A week ago, what happened?

They were at the Kara Kara Bazaar, and she nearly died because she intentionally (stupidly) lost him. She relives the feeling of it now--the panic that came with facing certain death when she realized it wasn’t Link following her, but the Yiga, then the shock when he appeared out of thin air wielding the sword. His back, so strong and sure. His concern as he helped her get up afterwards.

How once she could process what happened, something kicked in her chest, and everything was so obvious so suddenly.

Then getting back from the desert, what did she do? She wrote a diary entry, spent a sleepless night deciding she had feelings for him that she didn’t want to name, and tried as hard as possible to conceal them. The pining was unbearable, and--oh. Looking at him made her face burn, so she turned away. She never knew what to say around him, so she chose to say nothing at all.

Perhaps she approached her yearning by offsetting it with its opposite.

They really haven’t spoken. Zelda shakes her head, and mentally kicks herself. How can someone like you back if you don’t even talk to them? “I promise, I’m not trying to avoid you.”

He furrows his brow a little. Cute. Unfair. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Ok. If you do--if you ever need more space, let me know.” He smiles a little. “I do have to follow you, but I can do it farther away or something.”

She smiles back. Please always follow me. “Thanks. No need.”

“Alright,” he says. He glances at her arms.“Do you want to go back inside? It’s a bit cold. You’re getting goosebumps.”

She didn’t even notice. An idea is forming in her mind, bright and hot and something that needs to rush out right now or she’s going to overthink it to death.

“Going back inside sounds good. When we do, would you--would you like to dance with me?”

The question leaves so quickly that she’s not too sure if he understood it. She holds her breath; she might throw up.

“Sure,” he says, and the disappointment that she expected to punch her gut doesn’t come; a flood of something wonderful washes over her instead. Sure is yes, her mind sings. “How about I find you before the last song? I’ve been doing a bad job of keeping watch.”

“Sure,” she echoes. Hopefully her excitement isn’t too obvious when she turns back and nearly runs into the ballroom.

* * *

When the band announces the last song of the night, Zelda lets go of the poet and steps back immediately.

“My Princess,” he says, and the normal repulsion she would feel turns into joy when she spots a navy blue cap making its way through the crowd. “I would be honored to have your final dance, if you would have me.”

“Another time,” she says, already turning to pick up her skirt and mosey her way through the last group of people separating her from a flash of sandy blonde hair. “Thank you though!”

She doesn’t wait for the poet’s response because the crowd is gone and Link is right in front of her, handsome and smiling slightly. Her heart is at a million miles a minute when she drops her skirt and steps forward to place her hand in his.

This isn’t like her. He must think she’s acting so strange. Either that, or it’s obvious just from looking at her what she’s thinking. It’s a frenzied array of thoughts, ranging from the obvious (handsome, handsome, smells so good?, handsome, kind eyes) and the embarrassing (The smallest, least repressed part of me has dreamed about this all week.)

The music starts and swells and she’s still dreaming. His hand on her back is firm. Thanks to the design of the dress, she can feel his glove pressing into her. She wonders if he can feel the heat of her skin.

“How are you doing?” he asks when they fall into a rhythm, and she smiles too fast, idiot, calm down.

“Great, how are you?”

“Good,” he says, and they spin. He smiles back. “Good to know you’re not avoiding me.”

“Of course not.” Stupid, you avoided him!

He dips her a perfectly appropriate amount.

She feels brave. It’s the adrenaline getting to her, because the rational part of her can’t stop (giddily) telling her that she’s dumb when she asks, “Why would you think that I'd avoid you?”

“Hm.” He looks away to consider the question. The tips of his eyelashes catch the chandelier light. “I thought that maybe last week was a bit too much.”

She thinks about how warm his hand was when he helped her get up after saving her life. “It wasn’t.”

“It’s ok if it was.”

“No, no, you’re too kind.”

Link clears his throat. “So you’re not avoiding me because I kept trying to follow you through the bazaar when you clearly didn’t want me to?”

She laughs. “No, it’s also incredibly stupid that I tried to lose you. Besides, what would’ve happened if you hadn’t?”

Link clears his throat.

She chooses to change the subject by asking an easy “What did you make for dinner tonight?” in an attempt to soak up the final minutes she has in his arms. He starts talking about mushroom risotto, and she can’t stop smiling.

* * *

At the end of the night, when he escorts her to her room, it’s late enough that silence is acceptable.

She’s decided that she needs to do something, but she doesn’t know what. A hug would be different, but too strange. I like you is simple, but too plain. Thinking about you makes my heart soft is embarrassing. I know I’ve been an incorrigible bitch but now my walls are down and I like you is too honest.

She turns around when they reach her doors.

“Tonight was fun,” she says.

He smiles. Zelda knows romance books don’t lie when her heart jumps at the sight of it. “It was.”

This is the moment. She takes a deep breath as quietly as she can. She has that nauseous feeling again. If nothing matters, tell him. Everyone knows the apocalypse is coming.

“Hey, listen,” he says right when she opens her mouth. He pauses to look at her. If she thought he looked nervous earlier when he asked her if she was avoiding him, it’s nothing compared to now. He does a visible gulp, and—

“I think I have feelings for you.”

She blinks. What?

“And I understand if you don’t feel the same way,” he continues, tense and fast, looking right at her, “especially in light of everything going on right now. But I just had to put that out there.”

What?!

She closes her eyes--what is happening right now--and when she opens them he’s still there. This isn’t a dream.

Holy fuck. “Really?”

He nods. “Really.”

“Huh,” she says. He beat her to it. “Huh.”

“Huh?”

She laughs. He beat her to it, and now all she has to do is the easiest thing in the world.

“I think I have feelings for you too,” she says. It’s so dark now she can’t see the blue of his eyes, but she can imagine it easily.

He’s surprised. “Really?”

“Really. In fact, I was meaning to tell you just now.”

“Really?”

She laughs. “Really.”

She smiles and takes his hand. He stiffens at first, then relaxes as she threads her fingers through his.

“Oh, actually, here, let me—” He lets go. Disappointment hits her briefly before she sees that he’s taking off his glove. Some of his scars are alabaster in the moonlight. He has so many.

(She wants to kiss all of them.)

His hand is warm and rough and lovely when he slips it back into hers.

“This feels nicer,” he says, and his voice is almost shy.

There are a million things she wants to say--what are we going to do if I end the world, what are we going to do if you save the world, how long have you known for, Hylia is going to smite both of us for being fools--but she settles on squeezing his hand instead. He squeezes back.

“Yes,” she agrees. Very gently, she cups his cheek with her other hand and leans in. He’s closed his eyes already. “Much nicer.”

[hyah-through-hyrule]

A Good Egg- Chapter One

Rating: G

Pairing: Zelink

@madmeeper and I have come up with a fantastic AU. Zelda decides to adopt a baby lizalfos for ‘research’ much to Link’s disdain. And here it is, the origin of Egg!

That fateful day started like any other. It was a warm spring morning, a light western breeze rustled through the white and pink blossoming trees. The tall shoots of olive grass and flowers gently swayed from side to side while small birds chirped above looking for insects to feast on.

The smell of cooked eggs wafted through the small home, Link’s stomach rumbled when the aroma made its way to his nose, although he did not stir. It wasn’t unusual for him to laze around in bed long after the sun rose, especially as of late. The extra sleep he’d been having was well earned, or at least so he had been told.

“Link.” He pulled a light blanket over his shoulder upon hearing the voice and he nestled himself further into his warm mattress. It was a comforting tone, he couldn’t help but feel at ease as he tried falling back asleep. Things were calm and perfect.

“Link!” The voice was urgent this time, but fortunately it lacked a sense of panic. Link groggily wiped his eyes and he let out an audible yawn to assure he was in fact awake. He pulled off his blanket, letting it slip into a pile on the floor, and he spent the next few minutes stretching his arms and legs. Once he finished, he at last got out of the heavenly bed and lazily drooped an old beige tunic over his shoulders. Eventually he made his way downstairs and was greeted by the sight of a lavishly decorated table.

The old wooden table had a lovely blue tablecloth with golden embroidery- it had been a gift handmade by Paya, it was usually kept safely folded on a shelf above the lounging chair. A bouquet of yellow spring flowers adorned the center, two blue and silver candles rested on opposite ends of the display, their gentle flickering glinted against the various platters and silverware.

Two hefty mushroom and pepper filled omelets sat on top of the plates, the steam rising from them indicated they were yet fresh from the pan. Alongside the eggs were a bowl of cinnamon baked apples and a plate of thinly sliced radishes.

“Ah, he finally rises from his slumber.” A voice spoke gently from behind. Soft arms wrapped themselves around his midsection and enveloped him in a much desired hug. He leaned back into the embrace, lingering for a few long moments until he was finally released. When he turned around he was greeted by a bright, smiling face.

Zelda was wearing her day clothes already, and Link recognized the outfit to be the one she often liked to travel in; all it was missing was the various belts and packs she used to store and log her research journal notes in. In his peripheral vision he could see said gear lying neatly in front of the door ready to go.

Something was up, but Link wasn’t going to question it, not when there was a tasty looking meal in front of his face. Zelda pulled the chair out and gestured towards it, she smiled warmly as Link sat down and scooted towards the table, and sat down across from him. She held her cheek lightly in her hand, her half lidded green eyes blinked at him slowly while he reached for his silverware. He grabbed the fork and immediately began piling food onto his plate, first trying the apples, which were sweet and melted in his mouth. Zelda went for the radishes first, her smile, while wonderful, held a tinge of mischievousness that Link couldn’t quite place. Surely she hadn’t done anything to the food…no, she would never. Something else was going on.

He cocked his head ever so slightly and he squinted his eyes, if Zelda noticed he was suspicious then she was doing a fantastic job of hiding it. Deciding to not let perfectly good food go cold, Link stuffed bits of the omelet into his mouth. Thank Hylia for eggs, they were, in Link’s opinion, one of the best things in the world. They were heavenly to say the least, he could have eaten nothing but that dish for a week and would be content. The two ate in companionable silence and lingered at the table once they were finished with their breakfast.

The lack of children running around was strange, usually around this time they were begging to play outside. Link turned his head and peeked in the direction of the kids’ room, a slight frown crept to his face when he saw it was empty. They didn’t have another trip planned until the following month… something strange was going on. Then, as if she could read his thoughts, Zelda spoke up to ease his mind.

“Paya is watching Karane and Viscen for us today.” Oh? While it was by no means unusual for their friend to watch the children while they were gone, it was strange for them to be sprung on her so suddenly. Of course that was assuming whatever Zelda had planned hadn’t been thought of in advance. “There have been reports of increased monster activity near Kolomo Village, we should investigate the situation before it becomes an issue.” So that’s all this was about then. Link let a smile cross his face and nodded, he stood and kissed the top of Zelda’s forehead before returning to his room to get ready for the day.

Kolomo Village was an hour south on horseback, it was a small settlement, perhaps far too small for it to even be called a village. Shortly after the defeat of the Calamity, a pair of travellers laid claim to the decimated ruins of the old garrison with the intention of building a home for their growing family to live in. They built their house within the old fortification while clearing out the crumbling rubble, soon after a few more families moved in and built houses of their own. A small shop had been built in the center of it, as it turned out the growing hamlet was a popular resting point for those travelling through Central Hyrule.

No matter how small the settlement, neither Link or Zelda were ones to ignore a plea for help, especially ones from their own people. Even if he wasn’t bound by honor and duty, he still would have gone to help the people anyway, it really wasn’t a problem for him.

Link pulled his blue champion’s tunic over his current one and he tied his loose hair up. This wasn’t going to be a political outing, so he wouldn’t have to put on that dreaded outfit he kept stashed as far as it would go into the closet. He shuddered at the thought of having to wear it on the next dignitary trip he went on. No, this was a casual event, he could wear whatever he wanted and no one would care. Wearing the blue tunic made him recognizable, when the people saw him about he gave them hope. Or something like that, he couldn’t remember what Impa had told him all those years ago and he was too nervous to ask now.

While tossing in a few supplies in his bag, he strapped a broadsword to his belt and hurried back down the stairs. The dishes from breakfast were still on the table, but they’d deal with that when they returned home. Link stepped outside and gave himself a moment to let his eyes adjust to the bright outdoors.

Mabe Village was bustling with activity, as it typically was. Shoppers bartered for prices at the stores, children romped in the streets with their pet dogs in tow, construction workers were busily working their saws and hammers, and tourists were ogling at the imposing Hyrule Castle from a respectable distance. Officially, the village was a regular trade settlement and tourist destination. Unofficially it was the temporary new capital of Hyrule until Castle Town proper could be rebuilt.

When he walked towards the stable, his numerous neighbors waved, bowed, and even in one case, saluted to him. He waved back politely and continued on with his short jaunt. Zelda was finishing the last bit of putting the tack on the horses when he arrived. Both horses were outfitted in royal gear, but the differences between the two horses were so great that they didn’t match all too well. Epona was a stocky dark bay mare, whereas Naya was a slim, tall white stallion. It really didn’t matter that they looked nothing alike, though, they were good loyal horses that Link himself tamed before taking down the Calamity, there was no sense in getting matching horses now after all this time, even if foreigners did think it looked a little bit unprofessional.

Link patted Epona’s neck before hopping onto her saddle, who nickered softly and swished her tail. Zelda did the same, and with a mere glance at each other, they spurred their horses and raced through the open field. With the castle at their backs, they galloped through the vast meadow and carelessly rode past long inactive guardian remains.

It had been eight years since a guardian had been active, and now they were nothing more than old relics of the past that needed to be cleaned up. The blood moon hadn’t been seen since Calamity’s defeat, and if Link hadn’t seen it for himself all those years ago he would have doubted its existence in the first place. Despite that, Hyrule was still a very dangerous place.

Monsters still lurked through the land, and Yiga bandits sprung attacks on unaware travellers. It was only a week ago when Link was summoned to Kakariko to deal with a silver lynel that had come too close to the village, and it was just as strong as they were before the Calamity was brought to an end. No, there was still a long way to go before Hyrule was built up to its former glory, and it was likely that the pair would be working towards true peace for the rest of their lives.

Zelda managed to stay ahead of Link, her steed had far more endurance than his own. Technically they weren’t racing, so technically he hadn’t lost… or at least that’s what he thought. Zelda might disagree.

From Kolomo Lake, Link immediately saw why they’d been called to deal with whatever problem it was the villagers were having. A group of ten bokoblins were harassing the corralled cattle, their incessant screeching enough to drive anyone mad. Link held up his open hand, a signal to Zelda that she should wait in safety while he dealt with the threat. He rode onward with his sword drawn, the bokoblins squealed in a surprised rage when they saw him barreling towards them at top speed. The first few were cut down in a matter of seconds, the remaining monsters scrambling about to collect anything to use as a weapon. They started tossing things at him as he steered Epona around to charge once more, one of the objects hit his arm with a resounding splat. It was…an egg?

More eggs were flung at him, fortunately they all missed their intended target. He took out the remaining monsters with ease, and once he was sure they were all defeated he turned to look for Zelda. She wasn’t in the spot he had left her, which had him a bit concerned, but she could take care of herself. He willed the worry away and looked around, leading Epona around the lake until he spotted Naya lying behind a tree.

Zelda was crouched next to some bushes looking intently at something on the ground, so Link moved in to investigate. On the ground seemed to be several nests made of mud, dried grass, and sticks. Crushed eggshells riddled the sorry sight, yellow yolks dripped over the compacted foliage. At the very least the scene explained where the bokoblins had gotten all those eggs from.

Link dismounted and leaned against Zelda, and was surprised to see she was furiously writing notes in one of her journals. In front of her was an intact egg that had been miraculously spared by the monsters. When she was finished writing, Zelda safely tucked the book in her pack and she carefully placed the egg in Link’s hands. It was huge, roughly the size of an Eldin ostrich’s egg, though they weren’t found this far south. The texture was strange, almost leathery, it was an odd thing for sure.

“Look at this, Link! I need you to keep this safe, it’s imperative that you keep the marking faced up. The embryo will suffocate otherwise, and I’d like to keep it in tact to research it.” Link looked at the red chalk dot Zelda placed on the egg and he nodded in the affirmative. He didn’t know what she had planned for the poor thing, but he knew she wouldn’t let it die. She was extremely knowledgeable about Hyrule’s fauna, she knew what she was doing.

They made their way to the village to let the people know they were safe, Link kept the egg carefully cradled in his arms. If he would have known at the time what it really was, he would have likely dropped it right then and there. Truly, ignorance was bliss. And so he happily followed his wife with her cherished prize nestled safely against harm; he was none the wiser.           

[darkzeruda1214]

So I finally made a BOTW OC, her name is Corail XD

I gave my cousin permission to use Corail in her Sidlink story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11771079/chapters/26536866

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Race: Zora (BOTW version)

Type of Zora: Dasya-Type, is a mix breed of Blue Glaucus, sea slugs and Caribbean Reef sharks.

Family: Mother, is based off a Sea Slug and a long descendancy of squids and eels.

             Father (deceased) was a long lineage of pure-blood sharks, but mostly blue and Caribbean Reef Sharks

            Prince Sidon, (Not related by blood, but she loves him and cares for him like an older brother she always wanted)

Friends: Prince Sidon, Gaddision and Dunma (She’s somewhat friends with Bazz and Rivian, but she doesn’t really speak with them much. So they’re more like acquaintances really). She never got to see Link much, so she’s never interacted with him. Mipha could be considered partially a friend since Mipha did babysit her and Sidon when they were younger. But it’s more a sisterly kind of relationship if anything.  

Likes: Sweets (especially honey flavored treats), practicing archery with Sidon and…- Does insulting snobby nobleman Zoras and the royal Zorana Council count?

Dislikes: Bringing up her blood Dasya linage as a negative. Bullies. Snobby rich people (of any race) considering themselves as the center of the world. Anyone so much insulting her friends (especially Sidon, that guy is like a brother to her).

Love Interests: None. Nor is she interested in getting into a relationship pretty soon.

Fears: Loosing a loved one, and advanced technology (of any sort, Guardians pretty much ruined that for her).

Powers: Able to freeze water into either ice or snow. She can move the ice/snow but tends to drain her power the more she uses it. 

Age: 125 (one year younger than Sidon) Physical age is that of 16 year old Hylian/Human girl.

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Bio: Corail wasn’t exactly born poor, but she comes from a mistreated area of the Zoras. There are three types of Zoras that my cousin and I came up with:

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Mammal (most of the Zorana Population)

Predator: (Zoras’s like Sidon)

Dasya: (the type my OC is) ~I do plan to draw some concept art on how they look later~

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Corail’s mother, Riyo is a talented healer even before she married. Thus she worked in the palace thanks to her Nayrue-blessed healing power.

*Few Zoras are blessed to have magic from the goddess of wisdom herself, other races such as Gorons and Gerudos can be blessed by magic from Din, the goddess of power. And the Rito and Koroks can be blessed from Farore, the Goddess of Courage. Hylians and a few select of Sheikah can be blessed by Hylia herself. Unfortunately humans are not since they were never technically born in Skyward sword as they were produced overtime, not being of Hylia’s creation at all.

Now back to the background: It wasn’t until Riyo married a Zora warrior that rose her status and allowed her to have their own personal sleeping quarters oppose to sleeping where the general population. Years later Corail was born about close to a year after Sidon hatched. At that point Mipha had been getting some advice the second her healing power awoke in her veins, she got to know Corail’s family greatly to the point where Sidon grew up with Corail like siblings.

They are extremely protective over each other, and would not allow anyone to insult them if they could help it.

At the age of 34 her Nayru blessing magic woke within her, allowing her to freeze water upon command. It required physical touch to happen, but overtime she was able to freeze it without contact. 

Sidon later got his wisdom blessing from Nayru, his power being none other than healing power about 2 years after Mipha’s death. That’s about 14 years after Corail got her freezing power.

*As stated above only certain beings can be blessed by one of the four goddesses in their respected race. For example: 

Urbosa and Daruk were blessed by the Goddess Din for their abilities. 

Mipha was blessed by Nayru for her healing.

And Revali got his powerful gale from Goddess Farore.

Unfortunately, even though she was gifted, due to Corail’s Dasya blood not many other children (other than Sidon) or adults wouldn’t accept her as one of their own since Dasya’s are typically that of the servant class and it was rare that they had a job beyond fishing, mining or being a servant to nobleman. Nonetheless be married into a more wealthier family. Most of the Dasyas live under Zora’s Domain and at the bottom of the sleeping pools in the city where the majority of the population live. 

It’s unfortunately not very sanitary and thus many do get sick, forcing them to live under the city in order to recover or simply die from water pollution poisoning. However, thanks to advancement in Zoran medicine the death rate of a Dasya have decreased drastically, giving them much more stronger immune systems.

Corail thankfully never had to suffer from that thanks to her parent’s jobs. Even after the death of her father, Corail managed to live near the palace grounds thanks to her mother’s advancement and healing deeds during the Great Zorana war against the Lizalfos. 

Of course old grudges and discrimination habits die hard among many of the Zoras, so even through her deeds not many accept their roles in the Zoran society. Leading to Corail’s bully issue, over the years she’s developed a defensive wall around herself, which only increased after the death of the Zora’s Champion Mipha. Only a few were able to look past it and talk to her.

She does not hold any grudges or hate against the Hylians because simply she was never into giving a damn. The benefit of being the lowest class was that people never gossiped with her as she grew up, so she never had the benefit of hating other races.

Sidon and Corail did get into a physical relationship for a short amount of time as the stress of being the next ideal heir to the throne gotten to him. Believe it or not SIdon wasn’t always the positive got-to-go-guy, as the pressure of being as half as good as his late sister was slamming down on him. By far only Bazz and Corail were the only ones who knew about this since he didn’t want to appear as “weak” in front of his people.

But everyone has limits, and Sidon eventually broke down in tears one night in his room. Corail happened to be there at the right time, it turns out Sidon was going through a mental breakdown and she tried her best to comfort him. And without even really thinking it, they ended up waking the next morning stripped of their jewelry and entangled with each other’s limbs.

For a while it was awkward between them, but eventually they got over it, their physical attraction to each other did last for quite a while. (As they mostly slept with each other out of comfort, not out of love). Over a course of time they eventually separated from each other in that aspect and just returned to being as simple friends as their relationship wasn’t mutual in feelings and they felt much better as friends. 

But it made their friendship that much stronger.

The story about the bite mark on Corail’s neck can be read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11672469/chapters/26268840

Basically as children Sidon wasn’t able to really control his thirst for blood due to his predator genes. The main characters is Mipha and Sidon (Corail is a bit of an extra). It also explains the story of the three types of Zoras that my cousin and I talked about just for the sake of the story. 

I will draw a de-aged Corail and Sidon eventually, but for now that’s pretty much it.