#someone asked why I didn’t like the zonai

[bahbahhh]

WTF

#someone asked why I didn’t like the zonai #and then I decided I was going to make a comic about my reaction to the opening of tears of the Kingdom #how many dead Kings of Hyrule can there be #poor link #totk #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom #loz #bahbahhhart

[fioreofthemarch]

Finding Her - Chapter 2

Link makes notes, takes photos and keeps time on his quest across Hyrule, in the hopes of finding Zelda and staying sane until does.     [ Previous | Next | First | AO3 ]

Log date 18:00. 5th month 17th day 104AC Location: Unknown, please upload SkyView data. Weather: Mild. Clouds clearing.

Can’t stop flexing my sword hand. Another thing gone — this time the Master Sword. There was a shining light, just outside the Temple of Time, and it seemed like the Sword wanted to go. So I let it go.

Still feel stripped bare without it, without them both. Am I a guy with a magic hand attached or a magic hand with a guy hanging off of it?

On solid ground now at least. Cooking up herbed chicken and mushroom stew in these village ruins I found. With some wheat, could have made pie, then maybe some honey apples, and roasted tree nuts—

Getting distracted. Just glad to be home. Zelda’s voice called out from that research camp that Dr. Purah set up. Lookout something? Heading over at first light tomorrow. Sleep, search, eat, repeat.

A photograph from below of Great Sky Island, hovering high in the distance.

Caption: Please don’t fall

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Log date: 05:00. 5th month, 20th day 104AC Location: Lookout Landing Emergency Shelter Weather: Cool. Sunny weather forecast.

Where to start. Didn’t even have time to do one of these yesterday or the day before. Got back to this bed and passed out. It’s still early, someone is snoring in the bed just over from this one. (Atmus? He mumbles about his son in his sleep). Got time to write before sun up.

In summary: No one here has seen Zelda. Except, some of us did. At the Castle. Hylia help us — the Castle. It’s not looking good. Zelda’s gonna be so mad, she spent ages planning the refurbishments for it.

But she was there. Just for a second. Near the First Gatehouse. Went there with Hoz — good guy, loud voice. Zelda was standing on those floating rocks up above and then she just… I don’t know. The way the stars go out just before sun up, twinkling and shining and then, nothing.

Didn’t she see us? (see me…?)

Anyway. We came back here, rested, rice balls for dinner, and the next morning they … launched me into the sky. Can’t sum it up any other way. (Dr. Purah scares me a little) But, got my paraglider back. Now a new generation of Sheikah SkyView Towers peppers the landscape, waiting to send a skydiving-certified Hylian high into the air.

Hero of Hyrule? Legendary Swordsman? Appointed Knight? Yeah, along with every other job you might need.

Shouldn’t complain. It was fun. Josha asked me to check out one of the nearby Chasms with Robbie today. More fun? We’ll see.

Photograph taken of Central Hyrule from high in the air, a floating Zonai archipelago visible in the foreground.

Caption: Contact Link of Hateno Village for all your land survey needs

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Log date: 14:00. 5th month, 20th day 104AC Location: !! ERROR ERROR ERROR !! Weather: !! ERROR ERROR ERROR !!

A blurry, hastily taken photograph of a large statue located in the Depths underneath Hyrule, a gloom aerocuda advancing on the camera

Caption (applied via voice commands): no don’t open the camera i just need to get out of no no stop why does this thing even have voice commands open the map just open the damn

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Log date: 20:00 5th month, 21st day 104AC Location: Lookout Landing, Research Lab Weather: Mild. Rain clearing

Zelda — did you know about the Depths? Because if not, you’re never gonna believe what’s down there. The caverns below the castle were just the start.

They’re calling all this the Upheaval. Seems about right. Everything has changed; a blizzard in Hebra, gloom over Eldin, mud in Lanayru and who knows what in Gerudo. Monsters and Yiga and Chasms all over the place.

There are so many people here at Lookout Landing ready to fight and do their part. Now it’s my turn.

Do you remember what you said, after we defeated Ganon? Went something like — the old Hyrule may be lost, but it’s the people of today that will rebuild, and I look forward to meeting them all.

Well they’re here, Zelda. So where are you? We need you. I…

Anyway. Starting with Hebra. See you there?

A photograph of a soft brown mare, saddled and ready for travel. Link is sitting in the saddle, smiling at the camera. The immediate next photo is a self-portrait taken by a Hylian Guard, Scorpis, the camera too-close to his face as he tries to snap a picture of himself and Link, who is waving to the camera from his horse.

Caption: Setting off. Hope to be back soon.

#totk #zelink #tears of the kingdom #totk spoilers #loz #tloz fanfiction #totk fanfiction

[lorelylantana]

Savageries of the Heart Chapter 10; Reminiscence

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Ao3

Chapter Rating: G Overall Rating: E

Impa shut off the feed with a sigh of irritation, sending word to the guards to transport Nohansen to a facility in Hateno so Zelda could deal with him at her leisure. After a few seconds passed in silence, Zelda decided to speak up.

“Right, with that settled, I propose that we extend this council meeting so we may begin any discussions that were,” Zelda cleared her throat, cheeks flushed, “postponed.”

It was quiet for a moment longer, and Zelda had worried she’d overstepped, but the Rito Warden on the opposite side of the table shrugged his shoulders. 

“We’re all gathered here anyway. Might as well make it worth the trip.”

The others nodded in a consensus, and Zelda caught a gleam of pride in Urbosa’s eye.

Impa swept a finger across the map, adjusting the point of view to settle above the entire continent. 

“In recent years it has come to our attention that the upper echelons of Hyrule’s ruling class have been infiltrated by Yiga clansmen in an attempt to sabotage not just the Kingdom, but the entire continent.”

“Why would a threat to the Kingdom of Hyrule affect the Zonai?” Zelda asked, brow raised, “forgive me for saying so, but my time in the Dragonlands has made it very clear that my Uncle has catastrophically underestimated you,”

“Us,” Link cut in, gently nudging her elbow.

“Us,” Zelda corrected, warmth fluttering in her chest, “the point stands, Hyrule’s isolationist policies have kept them out of international politics for as long as I . . .” Zelda trailed off, thinking back to the maps her uncle had pinned in her study, how he’d pored over them, paranoid at a threat that lurked across every border. 

“War,” Zelda breathed, shocked to her core. When her uncle had informed her of her upcoming marriage, she hadn't taken the necessity for Zonai military support seriously. It’d been peaceful since the Calamity, and Hyrule field didn’t provide any resources the other territories didn’t possess themselves, so she saw no strategic motivation. If what Impa said rang true, and someone was whispering in the regent turned king’s ear, that was another tale entirely. “They intend to instigate a war.”

“That’s the least of our problems,” Urbosa said, pressing a button to highlight all of the border outposts and the bridges surrounding the Kingdom. “Hylia river makes holding back any forces they send our way child’s play. Daphnes likely believes us to be more reliant on passage through your territory, and would likely build his strategy on the assumption that we’d want to avoid damaging any major thoroughfares. Depending on whatever narrative the Yiga fed him with, he might even think he can cross the borders without us noticing. Since the Railway’s completion, we’ve been able to bypass Hyrule Field in its entirety. In the event of an all out war with Hyrule, we’d blow all of the bridges and make sure they stay that way.”

“It would be simple enough to manage, even in the long term,” Mipha confirmed. Link nodded, but his brow was creased with worry.

“What worries us isn’t the possibility of conflict, but the timing. The Zonai have been unified for centuries, but there was a time when the territories were still separate. If conquest was the goal, the time for it passed generations ago. What the Yiga most likely want is division. They want to keep us from negotiating with the people of Hyrule, and more specifically, the royal family.”

“Negotiating for what?” Zelda asked. This time it was Impa who took the lead, waving in two Sheikah carrying some mechanism in their hands. They placed it on the table, and its six legs rolled aimlessly. Zelda gave it a closer look. It had the shape of an upturned pot, and she noticed what almost looked like an eye.

“As you know, Hyrule’s king grew paranoid after the Calamity, he was afraid our technology was too powerful, so he demanded that we destroy it. Instead we decided to retreat to Kakariko, and when he attempted to take military action against us, the Zonai intervened. We were able to keep some of our knowledge thanks to the protection they provided, but the majority of it was lost due to our main database’s location underneath Hyrule Castle. The Princess Zelda of the time helped wherever she could, but the king destroyed any scrap he could get his hands on. The best she could do was hide away the biggest cache of data with a seal of her own making, keeping her father’s hands off it. 

“For thousands of years, that seemed to be the end of it. We were able to regain most of our knowledge and we went on with our lives. It wasn’t until years ago, with the death of your parents, that we began to suspect things weren’t right.”

Impa gave Link a look, ceding the floor, he nodded and spoke, “My predecessor, Rhiannon, felt herself grow weak shortly before your parent’s deaths reached our ears. She didn’t like the look of it, how they both died on the same day and how she was fading in a way none of the doctors or monks could explain. She consulted with Lanayru at the Spring of Wisdom for guidance. They said she only had a few years left, and she needed to find her successor before Calamity rose again. She found me,” he drifted off, taking her hand.

For the first time since becoming Mother of the Dragonlands, Zelda felt ice pour down her veins. Chilled to the core. She’d heard whispers of Calamity's return, of course, she’d paid it no mind, thinking it was another one of her uncle’s games.

“I’ll admit all this techno stuff is a few steps out of my quarry, but what I do know is the Calamity is returning, the army we built against it hasn’t moved in an age, and they won’t be unless we get our hands on that data,” Daruk muttered. He was large, even for a Goron, and this room clearly wasn’t built for him, so the mere act of scratching the back of his head almost sent Link into the ceiling. Despite the gravity of the situation growing heavier, Zelda found herself grateful for her husband’s reflexes. Across the table, Urbosa nodded, looking Zelda in the eye.

“A princess created that seal, a princess can destroy it. But first, we need to take back Hyrule Castle”

It was a strange thing, to stand atop an ice capped mountain without so much as a shiver. It wasn’t natural, or maybe it was, and Zelda’s understanding of the world was simply wrong.

So, so wrong. 

Zelda wasn’t used to taking power for granted, yet here she was, looking out over her dominion as the sky brightened, one shade of blue at a time. After a moment’s hesitation, she stepped into the spring, waters warm and soothing as it caressed the skin of her ankles and seeped the fringes of her cerulean wrap skirt.

The first time she’d stepped into a sacred spring, she had faced the goddess like an adversary. An obstacle to overcome before she could at long last hold her head high with the assurance that she deserved a place in Hyrule Castle. 

What an insidious ploy, drafting Zelda to fight a war against herself.

Zelda shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She didn’t come here to wallow in past miseries. She came here to brace herself. Walking through the spring up to the statue, she pulled herself onto the shelf and let her feet dangle into the water. Perhaps she should have been more hesitant to sit on what could very well be an altar, but she couldn’t bring herself to worry. Something in the back of her mind told her that the Spring of Wisdom was hers and she could use it as she pleased. It seemed all the continent’s hopes were placed on her shoulders, and she had no idea how to carry them. It would be one thing if her mother still lived.

 No.

It would be one thing if even a single text written by the women who came before her survived. But they were gone, and Zelda had to stumble blindly forward. Looking to preserve their future by grasping at a past that was ripped from her hands more than a decade ago.

Alone in a sacred spring atop an ice capped mountain, Zelda prayed. In the light of the rising sun, she desperately hoped for just one hint of wisdom from her ancestors. Not the histories written and corrupted by paranoid kings, but the princesses of legend that faced, and brought down, the evils threatening the land with their own hands.

Outside of the Spring of Wisdom, Link’s footsteps crunched into the snow. Zelda opened her eyes to watch him step into the water. 

“How are you?” he asked, coming to kneel before her, chin resting lightly on her knee. She took a breath, searching for words before answering.

“I feel set adrift and pinned down all at once,” she mused, “It is clear to me that Hyrule is corrupted, and I haven’t the faintest idea how to fix it.” Link’s hand curled over her knee, fingertips drifting over her skin.

“I’m the youngest Warden in Zonai history,” he said, a musical tilt coming into his voice when Zelda began running her fingers through his hair, “I was terrified stepping off the boat after Rhiannon’s funeral, because there were patrols to be organize and warriors to train and I hadn’t the faintest idea where to start. Maybe I would have felt better if I was from a different region, but being Warden of the Dragonlands means being Keeper of the entire continent, and that’s what suffocated me. It would be one thing to mount a defense here, where I know each forest, shore, and river like the back of my hand, but everywhere else? I knew next to nothing about them other than the short trips I’d taken. 

“I just panicked, so I ran. After a Warden dies, there's supposed to be three months of grace for their successor to take down a great beast before their claim can be challenged. I ended up tracking a Lynel into the mountains that very evening.”

He paused, and Zelda could feel him swallow against her leg. She scratched his head gently, trying to soothe him in whatever way she could. He took a shuddering breath, then began again. “I spent hours looking at its corpse, waiting for it to change me, somehow. I thought that completing the Rite to Ascend as Warden would make me feel calmer, more ready, but it didn’t. I was the same as I ever was.” He looked up at her then, and Zelda could see the calm, steady look in his eyes. “But I was enough Zelda. I was ready, even when I felt anything but. I think we need a little blind faith in ourselves when dealing with new things. There’s never been a Hyrulean Queen among the Zonai before you, so the challenges before you are unique.” Link gave her a grin that warmed her chest and put a small smile on her own face. “Just because there’s no one to guide you down this path doesn’t mean you aren’t ready for it. Follow your instinct, and the answer will come when the time is right.”

Zelda leaned back against the statue as she mulled his words over. It was a new concept, that she could be naturally suited for anything, but Zelda couldn’t shake the confidence she found in his warm gaze. Besides, she handled her duties as Mother of the Dragonlands well enough, could saving Hyrule really be beyond her reach? 

Link didn’t say anything more, just soaking in the warmth of the dawn with her, but she was content to fill the silence herself by humming a quiet tune as she used the serenity of the moment to pull herself together. Her hands moved out of his hair and skimmed down his neck, fingers tapping imaginary notes into Link's shoulder. The song behind her closed lips shifted, transitioning from her childhood lullaby into a song that struck her as familiar yet indescribably ancient.

Time passes, people move

Like a river’s flow, it never ends.

A childish mind will turn to noble ambition.

Young love will become deep affection.

The water’s clear surface reflects growth.

The final note had not left the confines of her throat when Zelda’s husband disappeared into thin air.

#zelink #fanfic #botw #botw zelink #au #Savageries of the Heart

[charlotte-liddel]

My apologies, I didn’t mean to come as weird. I saw the thread when someone may imply her as heavy, so that’s the main reason why I wanted to send this ask.

// Mun note on this answer. You're fine there Nonnie. I could tell you were trying to make the joke bit, but I also take my liberties in how Lottie reacts if you address her by default and not the one from the thread if you notice the name difference stuff.

I will often write her as more aggressive with her opinions, but the answer was done in good fun and hitting the fourth wall a bit for it. Just be careful with jokes like that in the future because some aren't as understanding.

This is also a good time for me to reiterate that if you're on anon you gotta make sure you directly name the verse name in question if you're making a commentary bit for a joke. Some of her specific verse versions will have differing ways they react to such comments.

Point and case example is Lottie will be fairly aggressive and point out topics of body positivity, where as the ToTK/BoTW version of her known as Nova would be a little insulted before preparing to chase an anon down with a zonai machine death trap.

Ultimately how I have my character answer is up to me, and Lottie has strong words about weight comments.

#\ \|✢Space Case✢|/ / #||✪Hey Nonnie Nonnie✪|| #\ \|✢PSA✢|/ / #||✦Ask Answered✦|| #[[I thank you for coming in and apologizing]] #[[And I am sorry if at all my writing of Lottie being that aggressive gave you a spook]]

[pastelsandpining]

Zelink Week Day 2

beasts | dragons

Masterlist | Zelink Week List | Part 2

words: 1418

summary: A criminally short Zonai!Zelda and prince!Link piece.

BotW - AU

@zelinkweek2021

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“Hylian.”

The single word sent his heart rate skyrocketing. He whipped around to the source of the voice, wondering just who was brave enough, or maybe stupid enough, to wander through the woods at such a late hour. Or what, because he always heard stories of why he should never look closer into the call of darkness, yet here he was. He raised the lantern in his hand higher, squinting like it would help, and a hand latched around his wrist just firm enough to make him want to scream.

Link tried pulling his arm free, using every ounce of strength to not drop his only source of light.

“Hylian?” the voice repeated. It came from the owner of the hand, a figure topped with a skull he didn’t recognize. Very little covered the person’s body by Hyrulean standards, and what was left uncovered was decorated with swirling smears of paint. He assumed the person was a woman.

Maybe his flustered and surprised silence was frustrating the stranger, because she squeezed his wrist tighter and nudged her helmet aside to stare at him. Even in the low light, he could tell her eyes were a vibrant and endearing shade of green, marvelously reflective of the foliage encasing them. They were studying him, staring into his soul, looking over all of him, and he couldn’t understand what she seemed to be waiting for.

“What is a Hylian doing here?” she asked. It was heavily accented, but her common tongue was impressive—or maybe he just listened to the gossip in the castle too much. Link cleared his throat and tried to step back, but she followed into his space again.

“I-“ he tried, but what could he say? He was being carted off to marry the Zonai princess and had escaped when his travel party had their backs turned. How could he explain that? She’d never believe him. “I ran away.”

Something in her eyes softened, as did her grip on his hand. She seemed to consider him for a moment, then let go entirely with a frown.

“Bad life,” she said, sounding a little unsure of her words. Link shook his head quickly.

“No-“ he defended, and she cocked her head.

“Why do you run?” she asked. Link furrowed his eyebrows. As if he could be this open with a stranger.

“Are you Zonai?” he questioned curiously, thinking it would be both a long shot and quite the coincidence. To his surprise, or maybe not, she nodded.

“And you are Hylian.”

An astute observation.

“Do you know your princess?” he asked, feeling awkward and stupid and everything inbetween.

An amused smile crossed over her features. She did not give him an answer and instead took his hand, threading her fingers with his.

“Come,” she said simply and he had little time to protest before she was walking, dragging him alongside her.

Link made a noise of refusal before considering his options. He didn’t know where he was, and it was either getting kidnapped by this strange Zonai woman, or married to someone he’s never even seen before. Kidnapped it was, so he stopped trying to break free and just followed along. She led him through the trees, over a babbling creek, deeper into the heart of the forest.

“Do you..have a name?” he asked when he became too unnerved by a towering statue to stay quiet. She looked back at him with a sly smile and Link tried desperately to make sense of why it sent his heart racing.

“Yes,” she replied, but she said no more than that.

“Mine is L--”

But she’d turned on him and pressed her hand over his mouth, her eyes shining with something between a warning and amusement. Had he not been raised in a castle, he might’ve bit her.

“We do not speak our names to the woods,” she said, her laughter evident behind her words.

“Why not?” he asked curiously.

“For the same reason you do not look too closely at the things you think you see.”

She did not speak again and he found himself too afraid to ask any more questions until they reached a civilization carved into the towering walls of lush plateaus. He would be a fool not to acknowledge how lovely it was.

It was here that he learned her name: Zelda, and she learned his. The Zonai were surprisingly kind, accepting him as one of their own, and Zelda turned out to be adventurous and curious and all things inbetween. She had a knack for roping him along with her until he gave in and joined her barefoot in the water, or agreed to face a set of Moblins, or ran hand-in-hand through a lightning storm. His life had gotten far more interesting than it ever had been in the castle, and he no longer worried about the arranged marriage or any of his duties. What he did instead was let himself fall head-first in love with the Zonai girl that had found him and brought him here, where he felt most at home.

He followed her, even to the edge of Lake Hylia in the middle of the night, dodging patrol guards that might’ve been looking for him. When he asked where she was taking him, all she said was that it was a surprise. He was partial to disbelief until he saw it emerging from the water, making its way towards them with a grace that was almost terrifying.

Never before had Link been so close to a dragon. It was far bigger than he could even comprehend, larger than life, and it was right in front of them. He couldn’t help shuffling backwards, but Zelda was just behind him and she didn’t let him get far.

“Farosh,” she greeted, the name sounding far more natural on her Zonai tongue than it ever would on his. “She says hello.”

“Can—you understand her?” Link whispered, afraid if he spoke too loud he would somehow scare the ginormous beast away.

“She would not be here if she was not curious,” she replied quite simply, then nudged him gently with her elbow. “Reach out your hand.”

“What?”

“Like this.”

In demonstration, she held her palm out to the dragon, her fingers steady as if this was no more than a Hylian retriever. He hesitated, but her green eyes were ever patient and understanding, and he trusted her. With a breath, he copied her movement, fighting to keep his hand from shaking.

“She is gentle,” she assured, and Farosh lowered her head. “Touch her.”

“Touch-“

But she placed her hand on top of his and he felt the other just on his shoulder. He looked back at her in utter surprise, but she only smiled in return. What made him look away from her was the feeling of rough scales beneath his hand and a tingling sensation, almost like static, shooting from his fingertips to his toes. The mighty dragon was under their hands, rumblings softly but low enough to vibrate his entire body. Link laughed in giddy disbelief.

“This--I… It’s incredible,” he whispered, utterly amazed.

“She likes you,” Zelda whispered back. He could hear her smile.

“Wow. What does that mean?”

“It means she approves.”

Link turned to look at her with furrowed brows, and Farosh ascended slowly above them to return to the water.

“Approves of what?” he asked.

“You,” she replied, lacing their fingers together and leaning her forehead against his.

“I don’t understand.”

“You ran away from something they decided for you.”

“From--yes, from the marriage that they sent me off for.”

“I am the Zonai princess,” Zelda said quietly and Link took an abrupt step back to stare at her with wide eyes. “It is not forced if you choose it yourself.”

He should’ve been upset that he hadn’t known that before, but he found that he couldn’t be angry with her at all. He’d fallen in love with her regardless of any arrangement, and it was she who gave him that opportunity. How could he be angry at that?

“Do I choose it?” he asked, a smile spreading across his face as he pulled her against him.

“It would be quite the issue if you didn’t,” she replied, brushing her nose against his. “Farosh thinks you should, by the way.”

Link laughed, giving her hands a gentle squeeze as he said, “Then I guess I do.”

And Hyrule’s missing prince kissed the Zonai princess, his soon-to-be bride, under the moonlight on the coast of Lake Hylia.

#zelink week 2021 #zelink #botw zelink #botw au #zonai!zelda #prince!link #arranged marriage #an attempt was made #but I am bad at world building

[breath-of-the-hobbies]

BOTW2 - A Return to Darkness

(I’ve never written fan-fic before in my life, but all of these new BOTW theories and art inspired me to write this idea out. Special shout-out to @autumn-sweet-fae for the idea about Link’s ability reset! [x])

The series of caverns beneath Hyrule Castle seemed to be a source of boundless interest and excitement for Zelda, who stopped to document every carving and luminescent gem with the Sheikah slate no matter how small or difficult to reach. Link felt the absence of Revali’s Gale acutely whenever Zelda lamented being unable see the carvings far above their heads, but Revali and all of the other Champions had long since moved on, taking their gifts with them.

The two Hylians, displaced in time, had initially begun exploring the newly uncovered cave system as a way to escape the realities involved in rebuilding a kingdom. Soon enough, though, it became obvious that there were important secrets tucked away beneath the ground, perhaps even older than the Sheikah. Zelda hoped that uncovering these secrets could help in the rebuilding process, and so their short, escapist trips had turned into full-fledged expeditions.

They had recently discovered a steeply descending path near an entrance by the Great Plateau. Although Zelda continued to record her findings as diligently as always, they both felt a strange sense of disquiet as they descended into the darkness. Though they had been seeking answers to their questions for months, this was the first time they were afraid of the response.

When they discovered Ganon’s mummified corpse, things began happening very quickly.

Perhaps it was the presence of all three people of legend in one space that activated the chain of events. Within moments of the Hylians stepping into the final cavern, the earth began to shake and malice oozed from the floor. A glowing turquoise light leapt like lightning from Ganon’s form to Link’s arm, which he had instinctively extended to shield Zelda as stalactites and whole chunks of the ceiling rained down around them.

The shock of the light touching his skin—no, entering his skin—was nothing compared to the acidic burning of malice as the slime piled up on itself and swarmed the glowing arm, as though with a single-minded purpose.

Zelda screamed his name over the thundering of stone, knuckles white on her sword grip. Neither of them had seen anything like this, and neither knew how to combat it. Link stepped backwards, tearing at the ooze and trying to keep it away from his princess, noticing how it seemed to be exclusively targeting him. Afterwards, he would remember that small step with piercing regret. If he had only been closer, if he could have moved a little faster…. The ground collapsed beneath Zelda’s feet. Link lunged forward, desperate, reaching—their fingers brushed, and then she was gone.

Link could barely process anything. The earthquake had stopped. Ganon’s corpse had disappeared into the yawning black mouth that now filled the cavern, the same mouth that had eaten the only person who mattered to him in this world. The malice had somehow shriveled and sunk into his arm along with the strange light, and now a black rot was crawling up towards his shoulder, rendering the whole limb dead. He was unable to handle a glider or climb down into the hungry darkness, and the gnawing, unnatural pain in his arm was enough to drive him to his knees.

Slowly, painfully, and with an involuntary cry of agonized frustration, he tightened a belt around his upper bicep in an attempt to stem the creep of malice and stumbled up the debris-filled path to the surface.

When he finally emerged into the calm summer evening, his horse startled and shied at his approach, registering the scent of his arm as a corrupted enemy. Nearly delirious with pain, fatigue, and fever, Link still managed to soothe it, leaning his face against its neck and pretending that it was sweat running into its fur. He could barely stand to look at Zelda’s beautiful horse, but forced himself to clumsily fasten its lead to his own horse’s saddle.

But where to go? His champion allies were gone. The castle was still largely abandoned, the guardians erratically active and monsters as yet un-eradicated. The closest source of help was days away, and the slate had been with Zelda, so there would be no teleporting.

Purah’s not going to be happy about this. He thought nonsensically, and set his horse’s nose towards Hateno Village.

***

He did his best to cling to the horse’s mane, but as the familiar village appeared in the distance, his sense of relief overpowered the adrenaline that had kept him going for the past several days. Slowly, gently, darkness clouded his vision and he slipped from his mount’s back, falling into the ditch on the far outskirts of Hateno Village. The horses, exhausted themselves, barely registered the change in weight and continued on to the place where they knew that apples and good hay could always be found.

The children of the village, who had frequently begged rides from Link and clung to him on past visits, immediately recognized that something was wrong when they spotted the tired creatures trudging up the cobbled street. They ran to the eccentric scientist up in her tower, and joined Symin, her chief researcher, in a frantic search of the area. The sun was beginning to set when they finally found the unconscious Link. Symin scooped the small hero up in his arms, a knot of fear in his stomach, and carried him to his lady.

***

Link opened his eyes to sunshine streaming through a window, birdsong, the warm scent of hay and machine oil. The agonizing, corrupted, wrong pain in his arm had faded, but in its place was a weak and draining numbness. Remembering Zelda’s fall, he sat up with a gasp, and immediately crumpled, spots swimming in his eyes, heartbeat rushing in his ears. As he panted, head between his drawn-up knees, he heard soft steps as someone came up the ladder to this bedroom.

“I would have thought you’d slept long enough the last time, Linky.” Said Purah dryly, but not unkindly. “You’re really pushing my skills here. I had to research tech that hasn’t been used since the Zonai disappeared.” Link slowly lifted his head to look down at his arm. The rot was still there, shriveled black skin stretched over tendon and bone. Two things were different: there were engraved metal bands that clasped his arm from wrist to bicep, softly buzzing with energy, and there was a Sheikah emblem tattooed on the back of his blackened hand.

Purah remained uncharacteristically quiet, letting Link take in the changes, before starting up again to enthuse about the tech. “I’m going to keep optimizing it, of course. It’s wildly inefficient at the moment but I needed to get something on you or you’d lose the arm. Currently the runes are drawing directly from your energy just to stop the procession of the corruption, but I plan to improve that. As such I think it’s going to take you a while to get your strength back. I saw you lost your slate—“ her voice hardened in sudden anger “—but until you get it back I’ve got plans to add some capabilities to this tech in the meantime.”

Link finally found his voice. “Zelda.” he croaked, his defeated, exhausted gaze rising to meet Purah’s.

Her face softened. “We were worried why she wasn’t with you, why you were in that state. We sent some people to the tunnels, but they haven’t returned.”

The half-hoping, half-pleading look in Link’s eyes disappeared immediately, replaced with stubborn determination as he placed his feet on the floor and rose, legs visibly shaking.

Purah sighed, as though she had expected this. “You’re in no shape to go after her now. Zelda has held her own in this world for longer than you have, and she can handle herself. You, on the other hand, need to build your strength back up or you’ll be knocked over by the first bokoblin you meet. Or the first gust of wind.”

Link ignored her, taking slow and unsteady steps towards the ladder. “Link, your clothes!” She yelled after him in exasperation just as he missed the second rung and disappeared from view. A loud thud and a startled exclamation from Symin rose back up through the hole in the floor. “Hylia, why me?” She asked the air.

***

Link glared at the straw monster in front of him, sweat running into his eyes. It took all his effort to raise the stick in his right arm, the numbness of the limb and unfamiliar weight of the tech making every movement sluggish. He had been hacking at the doll for hours and yet it looked fresher than he did.

Symin watched from the window, sipping a cup of tea. “Should we stop him?” He asked. It was several weeks now since the scrawny hero had picked himself up off the floor and legged it out the door, only to collapse less than halfway down the hill. Since then, he had spent every waking moment making his best attempt at training.

Purah didn’t glance up from her book. “The man just lost everything he cares about for a second time. In many ways he’s worse off than he was when he woke from the century’s sleep. At least that time he had his strength, if not his memory. Let him work things out his own way.” Unspoken between them was the knowledge of reports from central Hyrule that the castle was once again filled with malice and making the ground tremble day and night. Link had not told them the details of his encounter, nor indeed spoken hardly at all, but his grim determination said more than enough.

Only a few days later, the morning after Purah had successfully implanted the first upgrade into Link’s arm, Symin slammed open the door to her tower study, panic and worry twisting his face. “He’s gone! Link’s gone!”

Purah turned to gaze out her window. She didn’t look surprised, but her normally boisterous personality was briefly extinguished. She shook herself and turned back to her notes with renewed vigor. “He’ll be back. Let’s be ready for him.”

Chapter 2

#botw #botw2 #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #link #zelda #purah #symin #botw fic #botw2 fanfic #breath of the wild 2

[dejilmcabrough]

Akira’s POV

I heard that after the hero defeated the calamity, he went rogue. I also heard he went and left Hateno to go to the faron province to worship the Zonai? My job after awakening from my 118 years of slumber is to bring him back. WOW, I’m Zelda’s older sister, why am I having to prove I am “good enough”. They didn’t even give me new clothes. 

I rode my black steed Hocus. Well the descendant of him. God it’s hot. I wipe sweat off my forehead. We crossed a bridge, I slowed him down. I hear rustling. Suddenly feeling a pain and a jolt, I feel my body hit the dirt ground. I open my eyes while gasping for breath, I see sharp blue eyes pierce through mine. My breath hitched in my throat. 

Link. It’s the hero of legend. The blonde pulled me up by my hair. “Ow, ow ow, that hurts!” I cried as he grabbed the reins of my horse and he made me get up off the ground. He pushed me in front of him and told me with a raspy breath, “move.” 

I start to walk and I ask, “where are we going?” Silence. He said nothing. We go through a gate to a cave. He pushed me to the ground and my hands were cut open from the rugged ground. I hiss from the pain. 

His sharp voice asked where I came from. “Did you come from the Castle?” He spit. “y-yes..I’m the first daughter of the Hylian royal family..Akira..” “They don’t have another daughter, the only one is Zelda.” He snarled. God he is horrifying. 

“I am the first daughter. I am 118 years old and I will not be treated this way by you.” I snarled back as I got off the ground. My grey royal dress was tattered. “I just woke up from the coma, and the first thing I had to do was come get you.” I sighed. He looked at me like I had two heads. 

He glared at me with intense daggers. “I’m not here to take you back, I know just how bad the hylians are.” I patted my legs off and looked up at him.  He stayed silent. “Even though I was born an abomination, I actually have full sheikah blood.” I unzipped my dress a little from the back. I showed him the thick black tattoo that was on my shoulders. It was the Sheikah eye.

He reached out and skimmed the tattoo with his finger tips. “I see..” Link straightened up and nodded. “I understand, so you won’t try to make me go back?” I nodded slightly. Then he looked guilty. “Sorry for pulling your hair and pushing you on the ground..” He looked embarrassed. “It’s okay I would have done something similar if someone tried to make me leave” I laugh. 

1

Link then told me to follow him. Hesitantly, I follow him down into the dark cave. The blonde led me to a large room with potions, water and all sorts of survival things. He tells me to sit down while he rummages through some jars. I sit down carefully and wince at my hands. 

He then sat down beside me. “Give me your hands.” He demanded and I gave him them. He opened a jar with pink cream looking stuff. “It’s an elixir, but I tweaked it to be a cream.” The boy looked intently down at my red smeared palms. He skimmed over them, remembering every cut he created. 

I sucked in my breath when he applied the pink stuff. The scent of petals invaded my nostrils. The cream was chilly and so I winced. Seeing my reaction, he softly blows on the cuts. He thought it was hurting. Why did…

I blushed awkwardly. He finished applying the petal scented stuff. “...what is this stuff made of?” Sharply he said, “Fairy Tonic, I had put fairies in a cook pot and made the perfect elixir out of it.” I sweatdrop. The blonde looked up and laughed at my reaction. “It’s true though” He commented. 

 I watch the cuts disappear and look up with a beaming smile. “Thanks for healing me,” he smiles back. “No problem” he says shortly. Then he waited a moment before talking again. “You’re not so bad, Akira.” “You’re not as bad as I originally thought either” I laugh while I trace over my palm. He looked away. “I’m glad you’re not a snotty princess that tells me what to do when all i’m doing is protecting you” He laughs, then went silent. 

“Are you okay?” I ask while putting my hand on his shoulder. “Yeah I’m fine, thanks.” He sharply replies. His sapphire eyes dart down to the ground. I feel extremely awkward. He takes his skull helmet off and sits it on the ground beside him. Then he raked his hand through his hair. His hair was so long. 

I then scoot closer. “Can I braid your hair?” I ask weary. He nods and I stand up, moving behind him. I softly raked my hands through his blonde hair. I assumed his hair would be at least a little dirty, but his hair is clean and a pretty golden color. I slowly braid his long soft hair and as soon as I finish the braid, I ask for a piece of lace. He hands me a lace piece and I tie it around his hair. 

2

He looked up at me and I smiled. “I’m done, it looks really good!” He then hands me a...Sheikah slate… “take a picture so i can see” He responds. I nod, then ask where the picture thing was. He turned and pointed at this icon. I nod. 

I opened the icon and it made a noise that startled me. I zoomed onto his hair and took a clear realistic picture of his braid. “Here Link!” I give it to him, and he intently looks at the picture. “Good job Akira, it’s perfect” He looked up at me and beamed with his toothy grin. 

I blush at his cute face. I then  look down at myself subconsciously. I am a literal hot mess. He looks down at what I'm looking at. “What?” He asks curiously. “Sorry, i just noticed how much of a mess I am” I laugh nervously. He nods slowly. “Here” He stands up quickly. He digs through a bag and pulls out an outfit that is a little revealing. 

He pulled me up and handed me the outfit. “There’s a spring farther back into the cave, you can bathe there” He smiles. “Well, Is there a soap I can use?” I inquired. He nodded and said it was already there. “I can show you there if you want” He shrugged. I say that would be perfect. He took my hand and led me to the spring. It was dim, and the water was a beautiful shade of blue. It was glowing like foxfire mushrooms. 

“Thank you Link, you can go now..” I say. He lets go of my hand and walks back the other direction. “See you when you’re done, Akira” He waved. I waited until he’s completely gone and took my tattered clothes off. I walked into the spring and it was warm. The soap was on the edge of the pool. 

I wash up and soak for a while. As soon as I was done, I rinsed myself and dried off. Tip toeing over the clothes, I pick them up. No wonder they looked revealing, They were also Barbarian clothes. I put them on and they were a perfect fit. 

I put on the shoes and picked up my clothes that were 101 YEARS OLD. I walked out of the spring room and saw Link picking up stuff around the cave. I call and he looks up. He sets a bunch of random stuff in the corner. “It suits you very well,” He commented. His face seemed more pink than normal. 

“Well, uh I can braid your hair too” He said as he grabbed a wooden comb from the pile. I nodded. Link sat me down on clothes and sat behind me. The boy gently combed my hair straight and he fishtailed my hair. “How can you do that, Link?” I asked curiously. “My mother taught me before the calamity” He responded. 

3

He took a picture of it as well and showed me. “It looks so much better than my braid..” I say flabbergasted. He chuckles. Then he looked rigged. “What's w-” “Do you want paint on too?” He interrupted me looking interested. “I guess, what colors do you have?” I ask looking back at him. “Any color you’d like” He replied. 

“I would like a purple color, kinda like yours” She said as she looked at his markings. “I see” He said as he stood up AGAIN and said while blending paint, “i think a more vibrant purple color will suit your skin tone” He mixed some blue, red with already existing purple making it more purple. 

He walked over with a jar full of paint. “First I'll go from your face, down ok?” he asked while he dipped his fingers into the jar. “Okay” I say while feeling butterflies in my stomach. He stares intently at my cheeks as he presses his cold painted finger on parts of my face. “As soon as I’m done, I'll show you on the reflecting glass” I nod, as his hands trail from my chin to my neck. 

He made three dots on my shoulders and re-dipped his finger into the jar.  He drew some lines and circles on my arms and a small triangle on the top of my wrist. Then he repeated onto the other arm. Then he made a swirl on my stomach just above my belly button. I blush at the touch. “Turn around” He said while making more purple lines on my body. 

I turn around and he makes a nice hum sound. “Your actual tattoo is so detailed, is it like a birthmark or..” I nod. “Yeah it’s a birthmark, everyone thought it was so weird it was there when I was born, since I was apparently 100% Hylian” I giggle. 

Link then makes some more symbols on my back, but I don't know what they are. “Stand up and turn around again” I do as he says and he puts paint on my thighs. They were lines and circles. 

“I think you’re done, Akira” He says as he wipes his stained hand on a cloth on the ground. “Okay, can I see?” I asked curiously. “Yeah follow me” He said. I followed him like a lost puppy until We were in front of a reflection. We looked like we were fixing to burn down a village. “Here I forgot something” He disappeared and appeared again a few minutes later with a helm. 

It was a cat skull with red braids and tribal ornaments. “It’s lovely,” I say as he puts it on my head. “It suits you very well, Akira” He smiles at me through the reflection. 

4

“Should we go find something to eat?” Link asked as he took my hand and dragged me outside. “Well I guess I'm hungry” I say as I look around. “What are you thinking, big guy?” I ask as I skim the jungle. “Birds, deer, squirrels..Anything” He said as he equipped himself with a bow and an axe. “What should I use?” I ask while I pet my horse. 

“Here is a dagger and light weighted bow, it's ok if you break either of those though” He said as he handed me the weapons. “..okay, so what do I use on what?” I asked. It dawned on him. “You don’t know how to use weapons huh?” I smiled. “Nope!” I said as I sheathed my dagger. 

Link hopped on my horse and lended me hand to get up on there as well. I took his hand and sat in front of him. I had one hand on the rein and one of the saddle pommel. Link grabbed the opposite side of the rein, and his other hand rested on my hip. I went a little ridged. I tapped Hocus’s sides with my feet stirrup. “Okay we are going to an area that is peaceful, so we can ruin the lives of animals! HAH'' He laughed maniacally. 

-TIME SKIP AFTER THE HUNTING SHENANIGANS-

I held all the bird eggs and Link lugged the deer bodies and bird bodies, onto Hocus, before letting him carry it back. “You are literally so weird Akira” Link laughed remembering what she did twenty mins later. “Sorry I threw a bird at you Link, I thought you were gonna shoot it” She giggled. 

“You threw it in my face Akira!” he yelled, chuckling afterward. “Well how was I supposed to know my strength!” I yelled back laughing. Link and I walked beside Hocus. We walked to the cave, before Link grabbed the meat off of the horse before going into the cave. After gently setting down the raw meat, I pulled out a few carrots for Hocus. “Be right back!” I yelled. 

I greet Hocus and pet him. He neighs with delight before searching me for food. I give him the carrot laughing. 

[fatefulfaerie]

True Love

Yes, it’s a trope and yes, I’m a sucker for it.

Incarnation: Breath of the Wild

“Again! Again! Again!” Zelda exclaimed, the little princess bounding up and down.

“Again?” The queen asked, a gentle smile adoring her daughter.

“All right,” she said with a chuckle, her eyes drifting back down to the open book she held. She flipped a gathering of pages so that the first words of the tale were before her. “Once upon a time—”

“No!” Insisted the young princess, the queen amused as the little girl crawled into her mothers lap.

“Just the end!” Zelda said as she flipped the pages herself, them being so large in comparison to her that it was like digging in a patch of dirt. Her mother’s laugh was a joyous sound she took for granted.

Zelda’s small, fragile hands spread open the page she wanted with a smile of satisfaction.

“Here!” She said, looking up at her mom with large, green eyes.

Her mother pulled her in close, allowing the girl aged five years to snuggle into her mother’s chest.

“The knight rode fast and hard on his horse,” the queen started. “Come rain or snow, come lightning, come hail, come sun or storm, nothing would stop him. He whipped the reigns with a ferocious determination, sacrificing just a little bit his respect for the horse’s fatigue in order to hurry along his journey. The wind whipped in his hair and his holler was lost to those winds. Only one thing would stop him as he rode faster than the birds flew.”

“He entered the forest clearing,” she continued after turning the page, “blasting past the brush and soon spotting a flat altar. His heart swung as he very nearly leapt off his horse, pacing towards the woman on the altar with a great haste. She lay lifeless on her back, her flowing white dress spilling off the edges of the altar. Her hands were crossed at her chest, where a bouquet of silent princesses glowed bright with a blue transcendence. The moon was high, the stars were aplenty, and so these silent princesses shone, reflecting the moonlight and capturing the magic in its beauty. To the approaching knight, however, no flower could shine as bright as the princess before his eyes, the silent, sleeping princess that captured his heart and stole his common sense, as any woman should. He loved her. Deeply, ardently, loved her. And, as he leaned down and met his lips to hers, it was their true love that awoke the silent princess. Her smile shone with the light of a thousand suns as she sat up. Their eyes met and they knew they would live happily ever after.”

The queen looked to her daughter, who was studying the words in a contemplative way that she absolutely adored.

“Mother?” She asked.

“Yes, little bird,” the queen said with a smile.

“Do you have true love?” The little girl asked. Her mother pulled a strand of blonde hair from her small face.

“Your father and I love each other very much,” the queen said. “And we love you more than anything. In the way that our love is no lie, yes you could call our love true.”

“Will I have true love?” Zelda asked, to which the queen took a pause.

It wasn’t likely. The queen knew that, like her, her daughter would undergo courting, would have a predetermined group of suitors and, if she’s lucky, a choice between them. Even her experience with the king was a love that didn’t exist until after marriage, that grew with familiarity but was still rampant with the formality she was bred for. It wasn’t until the birth of their daughter where she felt love, simply because of how much they loved the tiny bundle in their arms.

The reason why true love was so powerful in those stories was because it was rare. The queen knew she didn’t have it and could only wish the fairytale for her daughter. 

“Yes,” the queen said. “I’m sure you will. But for now, my little princess, it’s time for you to go to sleep.”

“Can I imagine a knight will wake me up?” Zelda asked as her mother carried her to her bed.

“You can imagine all you like,” the queen said, gently laying her down and allowing her to curl up in her own blankets. Her mother knelt at her bedside. “But remember sometimes the princesses have to save themselves.”

“I remember,” Zelda said, with that little voice that warmed the queen’s heart.

——————————————————————————————————

“I remember,” Zelda whispered. The caves didn’t echo her words as she fiddled with her mother’s necklace.

She sat upon a rock, her gaze unfocused as she thought of her mother, her smile, her laugh, the way she told stories.

Zelda smoothed with her fingers the singular white pearl that looped around her neck with a silver chain. 

When her mother passed away, Zelda remembered sneaking into her parents’ chambers to look for her, perhaps not quite understanding what tall adults had told her earlier that day.

The room was dark and her father was asleep. With tiny arms she peered over the edge of the bed but only her father lay resting. Her face twisted in contemplation and she figured she would see her mother tomorrow. The little princess saw her mother’s necklace gleaming on the vanity on her way out. The princess worried that it was out of place, that it wasn’t around her mother’s elegant neck and that she would give it to her tomorrow to set things right.

Instead, she ended up having to keep it.

Zelda tucked the necklace back under her blouse, feeling the cold shock of it against her skin wearing off quickly.

Shaken out of her trance, she picked up her canteen, taking the break she had sat down for in the first place. She thought of her fatigue as water slid across her tongue and down her throat, her aching feet, her sore muscles that weren’t quite used to fighting. With what she just did, the monster she defeated hours ago and the caves she endlessly trekked afterwards, she figured she would be more sore tomorrow.

Zelda stood back up, the Zonai sword and shield secured to her clanking as she did. The former was a black blade, wavy and adorned with swirls of green while the latter was a shield of circular shape, dark green with an emblem of the dragon Faron engraved into the tough metal. The dings and scuffs from her fight wouldn’t go away soon.

She gathered the provisions she had left into her pack, securing the canteen when she heard a whisper echo along the cave.

Her head popped up quickly and her eyes widened.

A chill went down her spine, one she hadn’t felt in what seemed like a very long time, when Link was beside her and they didn’t know at all what was before them.

She assumed excited heavy breaths, smiling. She was closer than she thought.

“Link!” She exclaimed, turning her head where she heard the whispers.

“Link!” She repeated as she ran with a great haste along the tunnel. The green Hylian text that ebbed more and more paid her no mind as she continued to run. Nothing would stop her.

Tears streamed down her face at the mere thought of the reunion, but the green text was getting thicker, and as she raced down the tunnel, down the familiar stairs as memories of caution started to flood back to her, she saw why.

Zelda stopped with a shaky inhale when she saw him, laying on an altar motionless.

Behind him was the ground, cracked and buckled, and she could see the hole where she fell all that time ago. But only he mattered.

“No,” she whispered as she ran to his side. She shook her head as she looked at his condition. “No.”

He was colored completely in that bright green, his entire body infected by it, gold bands entrapping him. What was once just spreading amongst his right hand had become his entire body.

Zelda looked particularly at his left hand, gone completely. Hylian text was ebbing the rest of his arm away. Zelda shook her head in denial that soon the rest of him would be gone as well.

It didn’t matter that Ganondorf was defeated for good, the curse thrust upon Link to become the hand to seal Ganondorf was well on its way.

She had failed.

Her tears fell as she started to sob, her nose sniffling.

And, as he leaned down and met his lips to hers, it was their true love that awoke the silent princess.

Zelda heard her mother’s voice clear in her head, but it only seemed to make her cry more, Zelda clamped her eyes shut and bowed her head, her shoulders shaking.

“True love is reciprocal,” Zelda said. “Mother, he…he doesn’t love me.”

And, as he leaned down and met his lips to hers, it was their true love that awoke the silent princess.

Zelda blinked her eyes to focus on his face, coated in that green, that turquoise. She brought a hand to pet his cheek. It burned her hand with how cold it was but she paid it no mind.

“Open your eyes,” she whispered as her eyes flitted closed, Zelda kissing him with a deep hope in her heart.

She inwardly refused to withdraw after the first second, knowing that the kiss being unsuccessful was a pain she wouldn’t be able to bear. Zelda continued to kiss Link and the color returned to him, the blue of his tunic, the peach of his skin, the brown of his hair.

Zelda withdrew as his eyes opened to hers and her heart swelled with relief. Her smile was the first thing Link saw.

“Zelda!” He said quickly, sitting up and hugging her, his head sinking into the crook of her neck.  They both clutched each other. “You fell. You…you…”

“I know,” Zelda said petting the back of Link’s head. “I’m here.”

“What happened to the corpse? To Ganondorf?” Link said, withdrawing, in his eyes an inquisition that searched hers.

Zelda chuckled, bowing her head.

“Sometimes the princesses need to save themselves.”

Link’s lips parted in his surprise before they broke into a smile.

“It wasn’t easy,” Zelda continued. “But to get back to you…I would have done anything.”

Zelda’s hand smoothed down to his left arm. With concern she looked down at it, handless. She touched tentatively the way his arm ended at his forearm.

“If I had come sooner…”

“No,” Zelda heard Link say before he took his hand to her chin and forced her gaze to him.

“It’s just a hand,” Link said. “As someone who was and is willing to die for you. It’s a small price to pay.”

His expression shifted with a new train of thought.

“How…how did you wake me up?” Link asked. “That curse…I thought I was done for.”

Zelda blushed. She gave a small smile in her hesitation.

“True love’s kiss,” she said, her eyes meeting his.

Link showed barely a reaction, merely staring.

“You don’t believe me,” Zelda said. “You don’t love me.”

“No!” Link insisted, his one hand taking hers. “No, I…I do. I just didn’t think you would find out like this.”

He released a chuckle, tightening his grip.

“You have all my heart,” Link said. “And now that we’ve finally brought peace to Hyrule for good, we can have our happy ending. Our house in Hateno, the castle, anywhere you want to go, I’ll follow if you’ll have me.”

“As long as you’ll take mine,” Zelda said. “My heart…it belongs to you.”

Link nodded quickly before surging forward and kissing her again.

And so they new, in every next moment, that they were living happily ever after.

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