Redesign Zelda’s Outfit
Linktober 2021 prompt #16/31
Word Count: 435
Incarnation: Breath of the Wild 2
She shouldn’t have been surprised at her discomfort, that the deepest and darkest caves of Hyrule that she had fallen into were adorned with sweltering lakes of lava and eternally rising embers of flame. Smoke had been gripping her lungs and stinging her throat and despite the fact that she never intended to slip from Link’s grip in the middle of an earthquake, she should have anticipated that the deeper they went into the earth, the hotter it would get.
She only lasted a couple hours staggering along on her own before she could no longer take it, both her rage at being separated from Link and the endless beads of sweat fueling her disgruntled outrage.
Zelda took the Master Sword that had dropped down with her and chased relief. In a fit of frustration and agitation, she pulled off her brown leather gloves and cast them into the lava. She yanked off her leather belt, her blue cape, her cropped blue blouse, the blue fabric that once adorned her hips, and let them all fall to the ground, to be forgotten, perhaps trampled by the next unlikely guest. She took the Master Sword and sliced her boots so that they stopped at her ankles and she sliced her brown pants so that they became ragged shorts that went no longer than her mid-calf. She cut off her sleeves so that her white blouse was no more than a tank that exposed her shoulders and she threw them down with the rest of her clothes.
Her breaths were panting at the exhilaration of it all, the release of her fitful rage. She should have felt freed and relieved and yet she fell to her knees, her hands clutching hard at the collections of ripped fabric. Her eyelids tightened shut and she neglected tears. Yet, before she knew it, her tattered clothes were wet with droplets.
Zelda’s breaths came in hiccups as she sobbed. Never before since meeting him had she not known where Link was, if he was okay. The mystery was eating away at her, eroding at her sanity.
Her hand found the blue cloak that she had tossed to the ground, buried by scraps of fabric.
He had given it to her as a early birthday present before they departed Hateno and her heart burned with anger that they weren’t still there in their home, acting like a domestic and peaceful lifestyle was ever in the cards for a couple of legends.
Zelda descended with the cloak as she continued to sob into the fabric, her short hair falling from behind her ears.
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