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luna-lovegreat · 7 months

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I really love how legend looks at the master sword

And how it’s actually a large part of his character that he is dedicated to and spends a lot of time with the sword

Other than sky he holds it the most-

He’s always the one holding it or near it when sky doesn’t have it

-holds it when sky spars “old girl”

-bunnnnyyy

-pass the sword around scene (like Wild and Warriors and most didn’t touch it even then)

We don’t see any of the others holding it or going to such efforts to be with it nearly as much

But the way he looks at it I can’t like a lot of the few moments we see him soft is with the sword

He actually really loves it and treasures it not just as a weapon/tool

Bonus:

Sky wasn’t the only one out for blood when that happened

#Lu #lu legend #lu sky #linked universe #linkeduniverse #the master sword #loz

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mx-legend-of-faye · 8 months

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Someone has probably done this before but oh well

*Sky holding the decayed master sword from totk*

Sky: Who broke Fi? I’m not mad, I just wanna know.

Hyrule: I did. I broke—

Sky: No, no you didn’t. Legend?

Legend: Don’t look at me. Look at Wars.

Warriors: What? I didn’t break it.

Legend: Huh. That’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?

Warriors: Because Sky is holding it right in front of us and it’s broken.

Legend: Suspicious…

Wind: If it matters, probably not, but Four was the last one to use it.

Four: Liar! I don’t ever wield that sword!

Wind: Oh, really? Then why did I see you next to it earlier?

Four: I’m a blacksmith, I check in on our weapons’ conditions; everyone knows that Wind!

Time: Ok boys, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me figure out how to fix her, Sky.

Sky: No! Who broke her??!

Twilight: Sky… Wild’s been awfully quiet.

Wild: REALLY TWI??

Twilight: Yeah, really!

Wild: Oh Hylia! [cue the chain arguing]

Dehydrated Ganondorf: I broke it.

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hotstreak2k3 · 5 months

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The way the master sword is held in two screenshots leaves a lasting impression to the players.

Link → Masculinity (unhand, blade on top, side swinging the sword)

Zelda → Femininity (reverse hand, blade down, side protecting the sword)

I thought this would be a good comparison. And the more you think about it, the more it makes sense.

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emberstoriesandtales · 1 year

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Major spoilers to tears of the kingdom under the read more about the light dragon and the master sword! Don't read if you don't want to be spoiled! And I'm not done with the game so nobody reply any spoilers about the ending!

So I finally got the master sword as well as found out that Zelda is the light dragon, it's so sad that she sacrificed herself to restore the master sword and turning herself into an immortal dragon. She knew that there was no going back with turning into one, but she did it to save her time! Now as I see her flying around, it's just so sad. But now I'm gonna spend a bit of time flying around with her! And after getting the master sword again, you can faintly see where the sword was damaged a little bit and it has a little bit of feathery strokes on the blade from her hair being wrapped around it.

#totk light dragon #tears of the kingdom #the legend of zelda tears of the kingdom #major spoilers #dont read unless you already know about the light dragon #the master sword

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its-to-the-death · 9 months

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Fictional Weapon War Round 3

The Master Sword (The Legend of Zelda)

Used by Link

Most of the Legend of Zelda games have a theme where Link must go on a journey to obtain The Master Sword

Referred to as "the sword that seals the darkness" and "the blade of evil's bane"

Infused with the sacred flames provided by the Golden Goddess and blessed with Hylia's power

Can destroy magical barriers and breaking curses that involve powerful, dark magic

Can lock away the remains of a demon

Can unleash sword beams by channeling heavenly energy

Riz's arquebus (Dimension 20 Fantasy High)

Belonged to his dad

Finds it hidden in a secret room in the apartment he lives in with his mom while also learning that his dad was a badass spy

Mod comment:

Riz, you have made it so far and I am so proud of you, but I also know how popular The Legend of Zelda is. All I ask is don't let him get stomped on, guys.

#fictional weapon war #fictional weapon war round 3 #the master sword #the legend of zelda #riz gukgak #dimension 20 #fantasy high #d20 #tournament poll

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hotcheetohatredwastaken · 21 days

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BDOR Prologue: Shadows (1/2)

Wild attempts to draw the Master Sword for the second time. It does not go how Twilight thinks it will. Tw: Threats towards children, fainting.

“Wild, stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!” Twilight, squinting through the glare, jumped up onto the raised platform. He ignored Deku’s voice booming in warning as he stooped to see Wild’s face and snapped his fingers in front of his nose. It was useless—Wild’s eyes were faraway, his bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat. He wasn’t going to let go, not until it killed him. He didn’t even seem to be pulling anymore, not really—instead, it was like the Master Sword was draining his life in front of Twilight’s eyes, pulling his very life down through its hilt and leaving an empty, quickly-paling husk behind.

“Wild—!” Twilight reached for his hands, to pry him off the sword.

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morkiemcfly · 3 months

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I pop back on here for a second to show y’all this Master Sword resin lamp I got from my brother

#I love it #thanks bro #ok see y’all later #Zelda #the master sword #loz #master sword #the legend of zelda #tloz

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raysmayday · 1 month

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My personal favorite LOZ crack headcannon is

Assigned trans at hero’s spirit

Where if a cis woman (who happened to be named link for whatever reason )tried to obtain the hero’s spirit ,toon link style she wouldn’t be denied or just become a female hero

She’d just …become a trans man

#loz link #loz #legend of zelda #head canon #probably shitty ideas #link #the hero’s spirit #the master sword #linkeduniverse

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m5or · 2 months

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I am here to remind y'all that Fi The Master Sword has a robo simp that is passive aggressive towards link.

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soulsty · 6 months

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Fi art for the ending of asexual week :]

It was her week 🖤🩶🤍💜

#legend of zelda #zelda fanart #loz skyward sword #fi skyward sword #the master sword #skyward sword #loz ss #ghirahim #ss link #scrapper ss #asexual #gray asexual #ace week #asexual week #soulstyscribbles

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unexpectedstormy · 4 months

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Master Sword Pt 4: Twilight, Legend, and the Power of the Master Sword

Part 1: Sky / Part 2: Time, Wars, Four, Hyrule, Wind / Part 3: Wild

What do Twilight and Legend think of the Master Sword? The answer is surprisingly complicated and it reveals some important things about the Power of the Sword.

First off: In New Time New Place, Sky asks Twilight what his opinion is of the Master Sword and Twi's response is very positive.

Then there's the whole Divine Dark Reflections story arc which highlights an interesting revelation that Twilight and Legend figure out (In Divine Dark Reflections Pt 7): the power of the Master Sword to ward off evil is directly related to it's condition. When discussing ways to shift Legend from his dark world form back to Hylian, Twilight suggests the Master Sword, but Legend disagrees.

So why did it work for Twilight but not for Legend? Well...

Twilight's version of the sword was in perfect condition and thus was able to be used to shift Twilight from Wolf to Hylian at Will, but in Legend's adventure, it was in a decayed state and could not be used to shift from rabbit to Hylian without the aid of a moon pearl.

Because in Linked Universe, the Master Sword they are using is from Sky's era, the sword is at it's youngest and strongest state of existing and it has the most power against the forces of darkness (i.e. the Shadow). Therefore, it is indeed strong enough to transform Legend back to his normal Hylian self in Divine Dark Reflections Pt 10 and to transform Wolfie back into Twilight in Sunset pt 3.

In Sunset Part 11, Legend spends 3 pages arguing with Wind and Four over the Master Sword's power to dispel darkness and evil. Legend is the Master Sword's staunch defender. And in the end when the fight is broken up by Warriors, Sky backs up Legend.

So in summary, Both Twilight and Legend have positive views of the sacred blade and both are very strong supporters and witnesses of the Power of the Master Sword.

#linked universe #lu legend #lu twilight #the master sword #queued post #but wait there's more #coming soon #mwahaha

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bokettochild · 1 year

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To Wield The Master Sword

Okie, so, TP manga has me thinking and thrumming, so here we go, a fic about the boys discussing the Master Sword!

The manga showed me some parallels between warriors and Twilight and their relationships with the sword, and I wanted to write about it, but also include the contrast of Legend's relationship with the blade, because his is more like Sky's than most of the others'. There is some obligatory Wild angst and bitter Time, of course, but also a fun littol theory I've recently had that I threw in on the side :)

Hope you enjoy!

Ao3 Version

"Vet, are you okay?”

It’s quiet, the camp usually is after dinner. Sometimes someone decides they want to tell a story, like Four with his octorocks or Wild’s many, many, many shenanigans, but tonight they don’t. Tonight, most of the camp sits about, watching the fire and enjoying the peace. They’re tired, all of the heroes are. It’s been a long day and the battle they’d fought against a monster camp had left some nasty injuries. Nothing fairies and potions couldn’t fix, but it still leaves the heroes exhausted; too exhausted to chatter or fuss much.

Except Four, because Four’s mind must be spinning right now, so of course he’s looking for a distraction. Of all the distractions to choose though, Legend has no clue why the smithy chooses him.

“Vet?” Time repeats from across camp, concern in the old man’s face that so rarely appears for anyone outside The Trio, “something the matter?”

It’s probably the way he stares silently across camp, eyes fixed on the Master Sword, that has them worried, and when one points it out, the others look as well until Legend sits back, dragging a hand over his face and shaking himself slightly.

“Legend?” Hyrule asks, quiet and soft, voice tinkling like a bell.

The veteran hero sighs, dragging a hand through his hair, eyes falling shut for a moment to recover from having stared, unconsciously, for so long without blinking. “Just thinking.”

“About?” Warriors challenges as he adds a bit of kindling to the crackling fire they gather around, casting strange shadows dancing across his face the closer he stands to it. His scarf is so going to catch fire if he doesn’t step back soon.

“The Master Sword,” Legend answers, words immediately drawing the attention of the Chosen Hero, who looks up from the carving he’d been working over to glance at the sword laid carefully beside him.

“What about her?” Sky asks.

The vet blinks, eyes taking a moment to focus, but when they do they rest on the sword again, a frown furrowing his brows and pushing them low over snapping violet, nearly the same shade as the blade’s very hilt. “Our relationships with her,” he answers, hand dropping from his hair as he leans forward, arms resting over his knees and hands left hanging as he continues to stare at the sacred weapon. “None of us seem to think the same way about her, do we?”

Gazes are exchanged while others avoid the eyes of their brothers, but Sky in particular trails sapphire eyes over each and every one of them, curious but guarded; they've all heard Time’s opinion about the sword after all.

“I suppose we do,” the old man in question hums, one brow arching as he regards the young veteran curiously. “What about it?”

“I just...” the vet shakes his head. He doesn’t need to expand on how much he knows, just wave it off like he does with most things he really shouldn’t know, “it’s just a thought.”

“You’re right though,” Four muses, tapping at his chin. He's probably latching hold of the subject matter to get the voices in his head to still, or at least to focus on the same thing all at once rather than trying to balance their different trains of thought and opinions all at once. “I've never wielded it, and Hyrule’s only held it once, but I suppose all the rest of you have used the same sword, haven’t you?”

“Not the whole time,” Twilight corrects, leaning back into his seat, his protégé resting beside him and watching him closely, curiously, “I carried the Ordon Sword for a good portion of my journey.” His callused hand closes around the hilt of the afore mentioned sword like it’s a habit, warmth in his voice when speaking of the blade. “’s a trusty thing, forged by the best smith in the kingdom.”

Twilight’s adoptive father, Legend’s mind supplies despite himself.

“I carried a borrowed sword to start mine off,” Wind offers, “but I got the Master Sword towards the end of things. I didn’t get to keep it long though.”

It’s telling who calls the sword ‘it’ and who uses ‘she’ or ‘her’.

“Sky must’ve had her all along,” Warriors observes, shooting one of his best smiles at the gently smiling god-slayer, “after all, she likes him best.”

The sword can’t talk, not to normal Hylian ears anyway, but she does chime softly at the words. Sky’s eyes soften at the sound, ears twitching slightly as he lays one hand on the hilt of the blade, familiar and fond, but bittersweet for reasons Legend knows well.

“Doesn’t care much for you, it seems,” Twilight remarks, smirking over at the captain in the way he only ever shows Warriors. Legend himself gets something a bit more disapproving, but fond, something warning and yet amused, like Twi is used to dealing with someone like him and knows that egging them on only asks for more trouble than otherwise. With the captain though, he eggs away, and Warriors always responds.

“We got along alright,” the captain shrugs, trying to seem unbothered and failing horribly. Legend knows he isn’t the only one who can sense the unease to the man as he stands before the fire, watching it rather than stepping back to his seat, shoulders tight. “I mean, once we understood each other.”

“How long did that take?” Hyrule asks, genuinely curious.

Legend doesn’t miss the slight flinch, or the way the captain’s jaw stiffens. “Too long, in my opinion. Like I said before,” and there’s his charming smile again, directed at the traveler and sneaking past Hyrule’s defenses, appealing to the younger’s childhood fantasies of knights in shining armor with charm and wit to spare (that Legend is spoken of as one of those knights will never not make him question the sanity of the generations to follow his own), “I wasn’t the wisest about wielding her. The Master Sword grants you power when you hold it in your hands, as you felt-”

The other heroes shift. Four is curious, listening with his head tipping ever so slightly on one side. Hyrule is most certainly intrigued, but Time’s eyes flit down, lips and brows twitching into a scowl. Unlike their mentor though, guilt lines the faces of both the rancher and champion, Wild’s eyes heavy on the captain’s shoulders as the man turns to better face Hyrule, thus missing the laden stare of their newest. Twilight’s different though; Twilight winces, hands squeezing the grass as he bites his lip, gaze fixes on something Legend can’t see, pain in his eyes that he’d question if Ravio hadn’t already passed on everything he knows of the heroes of past and future.

That had been a conversation, the merchant throwing his feet up into his lap and ignoring Legend’s scowl of disgust in favor of blathering on about some woman named Midna and her wolf companion, or the scarfed captain who pushed himself too hard, or the kid hero with eyes like an old man’s and a mask affixed at his hip, or the boy who could control the wind, or numerous other people he’d met and befriended (Legend had, quite correctly, read that as “scammed”). It had been a subject they’d discussed at length in the weeks following Raio’s return. Whenever chores became too tedious or Ravio got tired of the quiet or Legend’s voice cut off, declaring that his word limit for the day was well surpassed, Ravio would launch into one or another of his stories and Legend would listen, soap-suds up to his shoulders and tickling his nose, or grime streaked across his cheeks and caught under his nails as he worked the pathetic remains of the cottage garden.

He hasn’t shared what he knows, be it from the books of heroes he’d read as a child, the Palace he'd discovered in the dark world, holding four shattered heroes as captive, or the stories of his housemate, but it nags at him every so often.

Like now.

“-it’s an amazing thing,” Warriors continues, entirely unaware of the thoughts assaulting the veteran’s mind. “The problem is,” the man goes on, smile cracking slightly and then falling, eyes gaining a stern look to them and brows furrowing, gaze dropping from Hyrule to rest on the fire again, much like Twilight’s own, “it’s a power that’s easy to abuse. I found that out the hard way; relied too much on myself and my strength and became too lost in my own power, and so I lost sight of what I was supposed to be fighting for.”

Twilight's eyes flicker up at that, recognition, shock and pain written clear across his face, and this time not going unacknowledged by the rest of camp.

“Twilight?” Wild asks, watching his mentor warily, worry and curiosity both clear in cornflower blue. The single word earns the captain turning, eyes meeting with the rancher’s with small start and holding, a wry smile touching the man's face.

“You too?”

“Word for word,” Twilight rasps, “nearly got me killed.”

The captain nods, wary smile still in place. “Took my own shadow kicking my ass for-”

A strangled sound escapes the rancher as he starts as if to rise, brows furrowing, “Ordonia, no way-”

The captain arches one perfect brow so high it disappears behind his coiffed hair. “Same hat?”

“Down to the stitching,” Twilight blinks, looking more shaken than he does on the few occasions when Time has turned on him with that disapproving stare they all know the rancher dreads, “a ghost have to kick your ass too, or...?”

“A kid,” Warriors scoffs, and Legend knows which. The little boy with the masks; Mask, apparently, because soldiers aren't the brightest people and apparently that extends to naming techniques. According to Ravio though, the kid went by another name as well, though less used and only spoken once, in a complaint while wrapped up in the merchant’s arms, sullen and frustrated with those who seemed older than himself; the Hero of Time. “Little tyke handed it to me and slapped me back to myself,” fondness touches his eyes, warmth and longing both, “don’t know where I’d be without that little shit-stain.”

Time, sitting not far from his pup, looks away, eyes catching with the twinkling ocean blue-green of the sailor as the younger smirks up at him. The man says nothing though, only rolls his eyes and makes a halting motion to keep quiet.

Legend smirks. They really think they’re so clever, don’t they? Well, it’s Warriors’ own fault for being blind if he misses that.

“What about you, Sailor?” Sky asks, tearing his gaze away from the exchange between the two brothers whose relationship in past has been most heated and fraught with fuss and jibes to instead watch their bright and sunshine filled youngest, “what was the sword like for you?” It’s hopeful, but with a hint of worry as the hero’s fingers follow the patterns set in the hilt of the sword in question, guilt warring with hope on his face as he waits for his answer.

Wind frowns, smiling apologetically. “I only had the sword so long,” he answers. “Honestly, I’m surprised she even let me wield her at all, but when she did,” he smiles, eyes clouding slightly as he thinks back, “she was a good sword. Lighter than I thought-” and he doesn’t- none of them miss the flinch of the two older heroes “-but strong,” Wind settles on. The sailor smiles at Sky, bright and warm. He’s apparently chosen to neglect the part about letting the Master Sword sink beneath the waves, still set in the skull of his enemy. Not that it’s the kid’s fault, Ravio had assured him back then, helping him clean up shattered porcelain from when he’d dropped a plate at haring the words because- the master sword? Left beneath water and land by a hero who’d lived and won? He’d always put it back at the end of the quest himself, each time hoping it was the last time but also regretting the goodbye as his hands had lingered, fondness still stirring for the spirit that sang to his own when he held her blade, ears trying to tune her out as he’d walk away once more, only to come stumbling back a year or so later in need of her again.

Honestly, the way Warriors goes on about his exes has too many similarities to Legend’s relationship with that sword, and he’s not sure if he thinks that humorous or disturbing.

Not that he has a love life of his own to compare it too, or anything else really.

Sky is smiling though at Wind’s words, hand’s motions stilling to something more fond than it is worrisome as he answers. “I’m glad she could help you, Wind.”

“Me too.”

No one asks Time. They all know how Time feels about the blade; how he sees it as a curse, a curse that Legend knows is more blessing than the man will understand. He’s listened to Fi explaining why their world is the way that it is, how the hero fell and how she’d flickered back to seal him as a child, but how it hadn’t been enough, how time was split and how saving him from seven years of suffering still resulted in their world where death haunted the hero’s title and left Hyrule in ruins. He’d listened and taken it to heart, but knows Time doesn’t know, and can’t. Hearing that time split at all, that Wind’s world was drowned, seemed to be enough for the man, and childhood resentments aside, even Legend doesn’t want the guilt of a fallen Hyrule resting on Time’s shoulders.

“How about you, Wild?” the sailor passes, and attention shifts to the champion, “what was the Master Sword like for you?”

The hero in question doesn’t look at them, the self-hating look on his face again. “Cold. I- I almost wasn’t even worthy of her,” and that startles them, because they all know Wild's a skillful hero, and his heart is as big as the world he’s set to protect; how did Fi not consider him worthy?

“She’s weaker in my time too,” Wild adds, fidgeting with his hands. “I- I had to take trials to repair her, but-” they aren’t enough, the heroes hear, though it isn’t spoken.

“Oh,” Sky murmurs softly.

“Sorry,” Wild breathes, gaze lifting to meet sapphire before falling again nervously. “She’s a great blade, when her power is there, but...” there’s a hint of a smile now, playing over the champion’s face and pulling at his scars as his gaze trails to the subject of their discussion, “she was a magnificent thing before,” he offers, “I only lasted as long as I did against Ganon’s armies because of her.”

But it wasn’t enough, they all know about Wild’s “Nap” and the state of his kingdom.

Sky nods, slow and solemn. “She must have trusted you a lot,” the Chosen Hero says.

Wild flinches,

“I can see why she’d want to wait until her power was restored before trying to fight with you again,” and there’s so much pride and adoration in the skyloftian’s eyes as they catch Wild’s, so much so that the champion’s breath catches in his throat, “she wanted to give her best for you, just like you did for her.”

Well, that seems to have Wild malfunctioning, likely calling into doubt whatever hatred he’s had for himself or self-doubt from not being able to draw the sword the first time. Good, kid needs a swift kick to the ass to jolt him back to the reality where he’s a capable and admirable hero and not a pathetic idiot who’d failed everyone.

Beside the vet, Hyrule shifts, big golden-brown eyes turning on him with the same sort of wonder as he’d held while listening to the captain, but stronger, somehow. Legend is his personal hero, his favorite, the one he’d begged for stories about as a child and then had to admit to, later, months ago, that he’d done as much. “What about you?”

He can feel the eyes of the others, waiting and expectant. He's the most experienced hero here after all, the one with the most adventures and the most monsters to boast at defeating. They all know he’s been through hell six times over, so it’s no surprise that sympathy and resignation emanate from them, Time watching him like he thinks Legend will speak in a similar manner to himself, and Twilight and Warriors both offering something consoling like they’re certain he’d been forced by the blade to face his greatest demons to be worthy of it.

It’s heavy, their expectation, but he shoulders it like he’s shouldered everything that brought him to them and made him worthy to stand beside them, breathing softly as he fingers the blade laid at his own side. No one’s made the connection, not even Sky; the metal has been tempered and the hilt repainted after four hundred years of rot and decay. It’s heavier, now, than it was before, but sharper too; brighter, bolder, more at home in his hands then any weapon he’s found and collected before or since finding her.

She fits. Fits in his hand like she was made for him, always has. Even at eight years old when the sword was as big as he was himself, she’d been perfect, and he smiles as he fondles her cross guard’s feathered design and traces the crisscross ribbons of her hilt. “She’s amazing.”

He doesn’t see it, but the faces of the other heroes crease with confusion, shock even, at the reverence and adoration in his voice, even as Sky’s eyes shine again with brightness and hope at the words.

“She’s...” she’s the perfect fit, the perfect size, the perfect companion. Her singing had set him at ease when he was too tired to rest easy, had assured him he wasn’t losing his mind when the world crumbled around him. She’s heavy in his hands, assuring that she’s there, making him strain just enough to assure that it’s not a dream where nothing bears weight and nothing holds him down, but light enough to fly with him through battle and be wielded with one hand or two, though her length would suggest he need the latter.

Expectation rings in his ears in the silence that falls over the camp, but all he can do is smile and worship the blade with hands that had forged her back to full strength and restored her from a crumbling artefact of a fallen hope and back to a shining symbol of strength to those that see it.

There aren’t words for that though, not in Hylian or Labrynnian, of Holodrumese or Subrosian or Lorulian or Hytopian. Not even the flowery and soul-touching expression of Koholint’s twisting tongue can encapsulate the feelings that blossom in his soul when the blade is in his hands.

“She’s a decent Old Girl,” he says at last, knowing it isn’t enough, but tone carrying every bit of love he’s gained for the sword’s spirit as it guided him through a trouble ridden and tumultuous childhood and forwards into manhood. “Best sword a fellow could ask for.”

As if in response, both the blade in his hands and the one at Sky’s side chime softly in return.

The Chosen Hero’s eyes are shining like stars when they catch his own, and bright constellations reflect back in shades the same as the hilt of blade itself.

#ketto writes #linked universe fanfic #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #lu sky #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu wind #lu wild #lu time #lu hyrule #lu four #lu fi #the master sword #let me love fi!!!!!!

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writingnocturne · 10 months

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His Hand in Hers

This is my contribution to @zelinkcommunity's Zelink Week 2023! Day Four: Hand in Hand

Look below the break to read! Be sure to check out everyone else's work, as well! Everything so far is SO GOOD!!!

{ For this week, I will be posting a little peek at art/writing for memories in Call of the Forgotten, a TotK rewrite I am working on (there will obviously be direct and indirect spoilers for TotK). These memories will be posted out of order and are subject to change. They follow the Ancient Hero and Princess during the time of the First Great Calamity. }

Memory ?? – His Hand in Hers

( Words – 923 )

His body quakes. It wants to scream. Every last inch of his skin burns. Link fights the ever-draining pulse that runs through his veins, his hands remaining tightly gripped around the handle of a blade. All that echoes over the ringing of his ears are Zelda's words: Knowledge of this blade was lost with the fall of the Old Hyrule. For it to be returned to this world now… it must be the final line of defense against the forces of darkness. He knows what he must do. As his form flashes between a masked Hylian and a Zonai with glowing arms, a miracle finally arrives. A distant voice rings in his ears. With it, the blade is freed from its pedestal, its elegant shine reflecting his exhausted face… and the battle that transpires behind him.

A gleaming figure stands in the center of a ring of weapons, all stopped in time. A shimmering stone on her left arm– like the one upon the hero's right– reflects in the blades. In an instant, they are thrown back towards the circling beasts. The silhouette turns her head back at the pillar of blue light now emanating from behind her, making eye contact with Link just before an arrow pierces her shoulder. She stumbles to the side, nearly following the motion of the projectile.

Upon witnessing the attack, the hero's form finally settles upon that of a Zonai warrior. Gripping the glistening blade as if his life depends upon it– and hers. Springing forward, he sprints in front of the princess and shouts towards the beast as if daring them to make a second attempt. The forces of malice and golden eyes temporarily shrink back, seemingly understanding the true gravity of the sacred blade coming into play. Taking this as an opportunity, Link peers back at Zelda. His blood rushes faster than he can think, holding a blade of such might in his hands. The princess stares up to him as she catches her breath. Her right hand, which grips her shoulder, emanates the glow of a triangular shape that beats with the heart of his blade. Despite her injury, she slowly reaches her hand over his, which holds the mighty sword.

"...You… You pulled the Sacred Blade!" Her voice has nearly left her, "The Triforce of Courage shines brilliantly in its presence. It… it knows you–" Zelda pauses, blinking as though she heard someone interject. Shaking her head, she continues, "That's all we need! Now, let's see how its voice guides you!"

Streams of color paint the battlefield in their wake, the pair's combined power cutting through the monstrosities with a newfound ease. At last, Link can feel life flowing from the Sacred Stone upon his wrist into his very spirit. He was told it held a great power– greater than that of his Zonai state on its own– but it never appeared to him until this very moment. Something tells him it awaited the blade in his grasp; it knew also that he was "chosen," as many have called him. While such a fact brings another disturbing weight, he takes no time to fear it. He pushes forward, breathing not worry, but the wild of battle alone.

In a rush he can barely keep track of, it is over. The corruption that remains retreats into the fog of the woods, the foreboding presence of its influence disappearing from view. Link's lungs sting in his chest, his grip on the Master Sword's hilt loosening. Zelda takes a moment to recuperate as well. Her ears perk up soon after, leading her eyes back towards the blade.

"...She thought you would be arriving much sooner." The princess mutters. Link turns his head back to her, raising an eyebrow as he catches his breath. Zelda elaborates, making an effort to be clearer despite being out of air. "The sword– I don't think it knew it was lost. …But no matter. You have found it now." The princess holds out a hand for her towering companion. "And that means you truly are selected by fate to rid the world of this evil– the manifestation of a demon's hatred throughout time."

The hero's claws stiffen at his side's at the sight of her hand. He knows well she has already been locked into this cycle, although there's no telling just how long this predestined duty has been carved. To take her hand is to truly accept the inescapable; the fate he has already allowed to arrive. But what more is there to him? If there is something that can be done with them– two who were left behind in the ashes of a war– then is there truly another way to go? Who is he to decide?

Zelda slightly draws her hand back. She sees his trepidation, even if his face shows none. Before she can speak, however, Link reaches out and takes her hand. There's a certain complexity to his eyes, leaving her to wonder just what spins in his head. It couldn't be more difficult to decipher. As she regains her senses from this wondering, the princess realizes Link has kneeled. For this moment, only him and his loyalty are visible to her.

"With the Master Sword, Ganon is one step closer to a final seal. But I promise you shall not face calamity alone. The Triforce and all of Hyrule as one will be at your side. …Our powers, hand in hand, will diminish what is left of the Demon King for the rest of eternity."

Program: Ibis Paint X

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