Legend Of Zelda Starters

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Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

OMG I just saw this quote about being a god's chosen meaning you are also a god's cursed and like... it's so true for Link? Having the triforce of courage may be seen as a blessing, but he is also doomed to continue fighting forever this great evil which threatens humanity and doomed to never actually die or come back if he does because Hylia just can't afford his loss?

❝ i’ve got time. i’ve got lots of time. ❞

The green knight starters / Accepting

MORNING LIGHT SPILLS ACROSS THE VAST PLAINS OF HYRULE AS THE SUN CRESTS THE HORIZON, BATHING THE WORLD IN SOFT GOLD. The landscape stretches out in quiet solitude, a peaceful expanse of rolling hills and gentle meadows, untouched by the chaos of the past. In the distance, the faint call of birds echoes, their melodies carried by the soft breeze. All the while, beside Link, a stream flows steadily over smooth, polished stones, its surface shimmering in the early light, tracing ripples that mirrored the quiet stirrings of a waking world.

❝ I'm almost ready ❞ he murmurs, aware of the subtle impatience laced in the other's teasing tone. Still shaking off the last traces of sleep, the knight glances down at his reflection in the clear water to smooth out his tunic, his hands moving over the fabric with a relaxed, almost automatic effort. HE RUNS HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR, TYING IT BACK INTO A LOOSE PONYTAIL, not quite as neat as usual but functional enough. Then, with a final tug at his belt and an adjustment to his sword, he glances back up, the lingering drowsiness almost gone as he walks over to where he was waiting for him.

Once he reaches him, Link finally asks the question that had been lingering in his mind ever since Kenneth had started to wake him ❝ Why the hurry today ? ❞ His voice is calm, curious, as he tilts his head slightly, watching for a response ❝ Did anything happen while I was asleep ? ❞ he adds, his brow lifting just a little, his tone shifting with a hint of concern. If that was the case, what kind of hero would he be ? It is not a moment where he could afford to let his guard down. Not after everything that had happened.

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The ceasefire agreement was reached and joy is floating among the Palestinian people

HIS  STILL  EXPRESSION  HIDES  THE  DEEP  APPRECIATION  LATER  SHOWN  IN  HIS  CONCISE  REPLY.  For  there's  a  certain  nuance  in  his  tone,  that  makes  it  require  no  more  than  a  ❝  Thank  you  ❞  or  gestures  to  be  felt.  Though  he  has  no  real  intention  to  hold  her  to  her  word,  especially  considering  that they had just met each other, that their paths might not remain intertwined beyond that night, and  that  it  wasn't  her  responsibility  but  his  ❝  She  is  very  important  ❞  whether  to  him  personally,  for  a  greater  purpose  that  not  many,  not  even  himself,  can  fully  grasp  or  something  else  entirely,  he  doesn't  elaborate.  Still,  the  green-dressed  hero  had  unknowingly  offered  her  another  clue.

Something  he  may  have  realized  of  if  it  weren't  for  the  first  answer  he  gets,  as  the  mention  of  the  race  makes  his  eyes  open  wide  ❝  The  dragon-kind,  you  say  ?  ❞  his  mind  immediately  drifts  back  to  the  creature  he  had  saved  from  being  sold  in  the  market.  And  that  all  too  familiar  and  painful  nostalgia  crawls  its  way  back  into  his  heart.  As  the  realization  that,  no  matter  if  the  memory  is  as  vivid  as  if  it  had  happened  yesterday,  seven  years  had  actually  passed  by  sinks  in.  SHARP  AND  UNDENIABLE.  A  tight  knot  forms  in  his  stomach,  a  lingering  discomfort  he  attempts  to  shake  off  with  a  breath  in  order  to  push  the  past  aside  and  force  his  attention  back  to  the  present.

❝  I  know  of  a  dragon,  ❞  he  begins, form iluminated occasionally by the flickering firelight ❝  but  it  has  been  a  long  time  since  I  last  saw  it  and  I  cannot  say  what  has  been  of  it  ❞  yet  something  deep  down  tells  him  it  would  be  well.  Strength  and  independence  are  in  its  nature,  and  he  doubts  anyone  would  dare  harm  it. The  real  question  is  if  the  little  information  he  has  would  be  useful  for  her  mission.  But  since  she  has  demonstrated her  own  good  will  in  helping  him,  he  chooses  to  share  it  just  in  case  it  proves  valuable  in  accomplishing  her  goal.  After  all,  it  wouldn't  be  the  first  time  a  small  lead  turned  out  to  be  exactly  what  set  someone  on  the  right  path.

HONESTY IS MET WITH A NOD, : FURTHER QUERIES BLOSSOM, yet the petals do not flow with the gentle breeze. leave it to another adventurer to understand the power of half - truths. in search of a friend ; while the hero had little to go off on, she does think back upon any sightings of her own made upon her journey, but is left wanting. ... fingers pause their movement of the stick that was twirled in-between, &. she fixes her posture ever so slightly. ❝ i see, ❞ comes the simple response treated warmly by divine tune. genuine smile curls lush lips, ❝ i hope you find them. ❞ A SHORT PAUSE HELD, the crackles of the fire mix with the soft melody the crickets bring underneath this starry sky. ❝ i will keep my eyes open, should i come across more wandering strangers. ❞ this bit embedded with lighthearted humor, considering the two of them fit the description themselves. &. THEN COMES A NAME, ... golden orbs dilate ever so slightly, but soon such look fades into something serene, something warm.

THEN COMES HER TURN TO FEED HIS CURIOSITY, : LUMINOUS GAZE SETTLES UPON THE DANCING FLAMES ONCE MORE. &. while there is security in those half - truths, not a single ounce within golden soul warned of danger. ❝ my name, or my purpose for being here out in the wilderness? ❞ she speaks the query with a mix of softest hum, the tone amused. ... BUT BEFORE HE COULD CLARIFY, SHE CONTINUES ; ❝ i traveled here to speak with the dragon-kind. ❞ while the dragonsong war was put to an end, there were forces at play still that threatened this peace forged. ( the echo, or perhaps her soul on its' own recognizes that ancient aether, radiating of immense power could not be mistaken of. ) the ascians sought to forge war where they could, sow seeds of chaos to bring forth the rejoining. ... she hopes their doings are not tied with this friend he seeks. another pause comes, before she looks at him again, that slight curl upwards returning. ❝ ... as for my name, it is sarastus. ❞ the first light in the darkness.

HE  LISTENS  INTENTLY,  THE  WEIGHT  OF  THEIR  WORDS  SINKING  IN  AS  DEEPLY  AS  THE  EXHAUSTION  IN  HIS  BONES.  He  walks  quietly  behind  the  sheikah,  the  distant  sounds  of  the  battle  still  ringing  in  his  ears,  like  echoes  from  another  life.  Yet,  there  was  a  new  softness  in  his  eyes,  a  mixture  of  weariness  and  relief  that  he  does  not  think  he  has  felt  until  that  moment.  For  the  first  time  since  he  had  picked  it  up,  THE  SWORD  FELT  LIGHTER,  as  though  the  immense  burden  of  duty  it  carried  (  and  which  had  driven  him  forward  for  so  long  )  finally  began  to  ease.  He  could  feel  it  in  the  way  his  shoulders  began  to  relax,  in  how  his  breath  came  slightly  easier  and  his  mind  began  to  quiet.  He  had  served  his  purpose.  Every  battle  had  been fought,  every  trial  overcome.  The  realization  washed  over  him  like  a  warm  blanket,  comforting  and  profound:  he  had  done  enough.

He  sits  down  slowly  on  the  grass,  allowing  the  coolness  to  embrace  his  weary  limbs  if  only  for  a  second.  The  soothing  touch  offering  a  rare  moment  of  comfort  as, with  a  subtle  nod,  he  acknowledges  both  the  wisdom  and  the  carefulness  in  what they say  ❝  that  is  enough  for  me,  ❞  he  murmurs,  his  voice  low  but  full,  carrying  a  sense  of  completion.  He  does  not  need  many  words,  for  he  has  never  been  one  for  them  himself.  His  silence  spoke  volumes,  a  language  of  its  own  that  conveys  more  than  any  speech  ever  could.  And  when  it  would  not  suffice,  he let  his  actions  show  his  message  and  intentions,  as  proven  by  the  scars,  both  seen  and  unseen,  that  he  bears  ❝  knowing  everyone  will  be  fine  is  all  I  need  ❞  he  adds,  and  there  was  the  true  essence  of  his  journey.  HE  DID  NOT  FIGHT  FOR  THE  GLORY,  NOR  FOR  THE  PRAISE  OR  ADMIRATION  OF  OTHERS.  He  fought  simply  to  ensure  that  their  land  and  those  he  cared  for  would  have  a  chance  to  heal  and  grow.

Though  perhaps  that  was  why  his  mind  could  not  help  but  move  foward,  contemplating  the  next  step  he  had  to  take  in  this  new  chapter  of  his  life  ❝  but...what  now  ?  ❞  he  wonders  aloud,  the  question  lingering  in  the  air  as  he  leans  forward,  elbows  resting  on  his  knees  and  fingers  interlaced,  and  stares  at  them  ❝  what  will  be  needed  of  me  now  ?  ❞  The  princess'  role  was  as  clear  as  it  was  crucial.  She  would  be  the  beacon  of  hope  guiding  people  in  the  new  era  that  was  about  to  begin.  The  one  to  restore  their  faith  after  all  the  suffering  they  have  faced.  BUT  WHAT  OF  HIM  ?  He  longed  to  help,  to  stand  by  her  side  and  contribute  to  the rebuilding of Hyrule.  Yet,  WHAT  USE  DOES  A  WEAPON  HAVE  IN  A  TIME  OF  PEACE  ?  He  had  to  find  out  before  seeing  her  again. He  could  not  face  her  with  doubts,  if  only  to  avoid  making  her  carry  all  the  weight  of  their  future  alone.

the dust cloud settling is a momentary event. nothing sticks around in this land but the evergreen fact that everything returns some day, maybe later rather than sooner, but return it will. they have seen the rise and fall of this kingdom several times over, a land growing back from its own ashes, in the vice of ganon's darkness only until the hero and the princess would rise to defeat it once again. this is how the story has been made, even if they were the one to write it down they had no hand in crafting it, and there is nothing to it besides the rare sense of contentment that is meddling within their usually calm veins to remind them that a period of peace is about to descend once more. all for the hero and his valiant effort, this sword that never rests when darkness roars, and his undeniable sacrifice to go the entire distance even when he knows the least about the mechanism at play, even when he rises up with no prior awareness, when all he knows is what is happening at hand. his hand has led them, all of them, with only the princess being the one to lead him - a light on this bravery, on the rarity of his person.

hyrule never wants to take the easier route, it always needs a trial by blood. he looks the part - too young for his wounds and for this torch he is carrying but all the more vivid in his victory, tragedy of his years having been stolen only meeting a small remedy in this but there is now an entire life ahead of him that is not cast in the burning hatred that has infected this land from deep within the demon's king greed. " anything you have experienced is over now, yes, " they tell him to his exhausted face, their own well-hidden with half of it in cloth and mostly their gaze expressing their own keen awareness of what happened to him, of what he has done for all of them. they are the last to coddle him, always the first to push instead, but they are keeping away from it now as they can see how much the past hours have taken a toll on his especially.

they are never one to heap sugar-coated kindness onto anyone, least of all him, so they are quick to continue as they walk with him away from the battlefield he left behind ( the princess couldn't be far away ) and into a quieter part of the fields in front of the castle, where walls may have fallen and the grass has been razed not too many metres from here but there is a patch of surviving green that would give link the opportunity to sit or lie down, put his sword away if he wished or needed to, and to just listen if he'd really want to indulge them into philosophical visions about this land that means so much to them. he'd probably fall asleep hearing them talk, but he might see this as an advantage to engaging them. " i can't tell you how long it will last. you have done well, everything that was needed of you is what you did. know that it may take more than a lifetime before this darkness returns. "

Just saw the new trailer for echoes of wisdom and let me just tell you that it's looking even better than it already did.