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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Strange. It was the only word that Zelda could reflect on the normalcy of the city. As if nothing ever happened; as if the civilians were never pushed into fear. As if hundreds had not died for this conclusion.
What little they knew now, the better off they were. Allow them to cling to their hopes and happiness while there was still time. There was nothing she could do--not until they returned with a resolution.
For the coming weeks, Zelda had confided herself within the castle walls. If she was not needed for formalities, she spent most of her time alone. Today... she would take her first step into the city, when peace was finally belonging to everyone. A queen will never be at peace, as long as her mind wanders, though.
Fitted with a ruffled white shirt and her hair laced with a bow, a navy bustle, and silk gloves, the queen had sneaked away from the council in order to take a walk within the courtyard, to the edge of the castle gates. It was quiet, and no one seemed to have noticed as she disappeared from the gardens.
Laughter and music could be heard from the garden's edge, as she slowly approached the secret gates to the far side of the city. Dancing and festivities never slept when the city returned to its freedom. The minstrels rejoiced and the people sang joyous tunes with them.
Would the people recognize her? Gone for so many years and in hiding for so long... would they remember the face of their queen? Her fingers gripped the iron gates, desperately wanting to find some pleasure in her constant worried state. Pulling back the gates, she stepped forward into the city. breathing steady as she let the sun's warmth flood her face.
Becoming one with her people, her lips slowly gave into a smile. The streets were warm and welcoming. Memories flooded of when she was a child and would run through the streets. The high she chased after to be secretive and hidden from the world, but among it all at once.
She made her way to a fountain, sitting down beside as she basked in the sun.
Dancing and music were around the place, minstrel sung while citizens either drunk or dancing together, they celebrated for they gained the freedom and the war has ended. These people survived the war and lived to see it or tell it to the next generations to come, however others were not fortunate as they died in the war or caught middle of it. During the festival for freedom, a group of cloaked figures while a man in black fur coat leading them.
Bow and quiver of arrows slung across their cloaks while longsword sheathed beside their waist, these cloaked figures were Waystriders or commonly known as the Rangers. They fought in the war and many of their kin were lost their lives, they fought and died for what they believed in. The man who leading them was Ehrandil Thurindal, the chieftain of the Waystriders. Ehrandil already joined the Heroes during their fight against the tyrannical king Galadhion of Labrynna but alot of misfortune happened after that. He did became the royal advisor to the Queen before the civil war, they had a fall out before they lost the entire kingdom. That was in the past, Ehrandil joined his Queen again but as another different person, a highwayman known as Raven. Most of the Heroes thought he was dead but Ehrandil purposely spread false rumors about death so that he would not put his people or Holodrum in danger. However during the final battle, Ehrandil revealed himself to the Queen at the Hyrule Castle. He was unsure what would happened during his next meeting with the Queen.
"Do the sixth ranger detachment report back from the Lost Woods?" Ehrandil asked his apprentice Este, a young female Waystrider ranger. "They do, chieftain. They reported that the remnants and stragglers of Eleazar's forces were surrendered themselves to them, without putting up a fight." Este told the chieftain who sighed with relief. Since after the death of Eleazar, the Rogue Order became chaotic as either they fled or fought among themselves who should be the next leader or what to do next. "Good, tell them to lock the prisoners up in the dungeon and double the guards. However I doubt that's all of them, have our rangers widened the search around Hyrule, I want the remnants of the Rogue Order to be found. Search every forest, every hills, search every nook and cranny. Notify the Hylian soldiers too. The more of us, the faster the search." Ehrandil told Este, the apprentice nodded her head in respond. Despite the war has ended, Ehrandil wanted to capture all of the members of Rogue Order, dead or alive.
"... Once all of them captured, what will you do to them?" Este asked Ehrandil as they continued to walk down the road, some of the citizens cheered the Waystriders but they did not pay their attention to them. "That's up to Her Majesty decide and judge, not me." Ehrandil said bluntly to Este without looking at her. "Yes, Master but... what if Her Majesty put the decision into your hands?" Este asked without thinking. The Waystriders stopped, some of them looked and stared at Este with disapproval. Ehrandil bitten his lower lip slightly and turned around, scowled at his apprentice. Este looked at apologetically and bowed her head, "Forgive me, my lord. I didn't mean to question you." Este apologized to Ehrandil who sighed deeply and looked at his fellow Waystriders. "... I'll decide what to do next after hearing their case... That will be all, dismiss." Ehrandil said, the Waystriders bowed their heads and left, each of them into their own way.
As he walked down the street, Ehrandil saw someone sat beside a fountain. Despite she was in different clothing, Ehrandil knew who she was. He approached the fountain and sat beside her, the Waystrider pulled his hood down and sighed deeply. "So you finally out of your own "prison", after all these weeks." he said to his Queen jokingly, he undressed his fur cloak and wrapped it around his arms due to the warmness sun. After the war, Zelda locked herself in the castle for weeks and nobody knew why. Something told Ehrandil that Zelda either saw or did something in the castle but, he preferred not to ask unless she told him... at least she was no longer locked herself in the castle. Rustling his satchel bag, Ehrandi grabbed out a mask which he used to cover his identity during his time as Raven the highwayman. He placed it beside Zelda without looking at her, "Forgive me, Your Majesty... that I faked my death, there were reasons I do so." Ehrandil said to Zelda. "... What a bloody mess we left after the war, Zelda."
The queen closed her cerulean eyes the moment Ehrandil approached her. Lips pursed, she closed her hands together in front of her as she listened to him speak. As he set the mask beside her, she looked to it slightly, before looking forward once more, a tired gaze yet met with restlessness washed upon her face.
"It had to be done," she said quietly. "We've all faked our death at some point, haven't we?" she smirked, the wind flowing past her, the ribbons in her hair cascading in golden locks. She took a deep breath, lifting her chin to the sun as she pushed the hair from her face behind her ear.
She thought she would be happier. She thought that liberating her kingdom would bring her peace, to finally live with the sense that there was none to oppose her family; to bring death and calamity. The sacrifices that those made in her stead--for only a sliver of peace? She did not want anyone else to die for her.
"Which war do you speak of? I feel my mind has been a mess for the last five years..." she admitted, taking a deep breath. "There's much to be done still. The repairs, the recruitment, the aid we offer to those who lost everything..."
But none would be able to prepare for what was yet to come. If it comes...
She wondered how long it would be to hear back from her divine sister. There was a ticking time bomb beneath the city, and Zelda's constant worry was utterly spent. She found it hard to reduce her anxieties, despite their victory. How would she explain to everyone that the fighting was naught but over?
The succor in which they would desperately search for; was the triforce truly gone forever? Would it be possible to forge a new one? Was there one that lingered in another world?
"We must proper train the recruits. We lost so many, and those that dwindled lost even more. For whatever may come, we need to strengthen our guard."
Despite her good health, Ehrandil noticed that there were tiredness in Zelda's eyes. When she mentioned that everyone had their reasons to faked their deaths, the Waystrider chuckled while shook his head. "I learned from you, you faked your death and disguised as a Sheikah in the past. But let's us not make that a habit." Ehrandil said as he put his cloak beside him, he could felt the wind blowing his face. When Zelda asked that which war he asked of, Ehrandil pondered for a moment and shook his head slightly, "Never mind about that, my mind has been in mess like yours too." Ehrandil said as rubbed his stubble with his hand.
Zelda told him that there were a lot of tasks to be done after the war, the destruction must be repaired and boosted the army. Ehrandil knew that Zelda wanted to rebuild the kingdom but he wanted the Queen to rest, not to rule in fatigued state. "Your Grace, we'll rebuild the kingdom and strengthen our forces but you need to rest, I can see that you did not rest properly at these past few weeks. Health is important for you right now, no doubt that lad Elinkar does not want to see you in this kind of sorry state. Please rest well and put your mind at ease, let me and the others handle the kingdom's affairs in your stead. If there's any serious matter that needs your attention, I will inform you personally." Ehrandil spoke to his Queen gently while he took back the volto mask.
Sounds of laughter and joy were heard nearby, the music and a bard's voice were heard. Ehrandil could see the smile of the people, he did not see that beautiful sight for a very long time. He reached his satchel bag and placed his thin smoking pipe between his lips. "You said that we lost much but look at your people, they smile and sing in joy. You finally gave them the thing that they longed for, freedom." Ehrandil said to Zelda with his gentle smile while he chewed the tip of his pipe. He reached out his hand and pat the Queen's head, which looked really rude that he would end up in dungeon or gallows but he knew that she would not do that. "As an elder sibling-like friend, I'm very proud of you, Zelda. No doubt your late parents would say the same thing too." the Waystrider cackled softly as his hand backed away. Zelda was not just a queen to Ehrandil, she was like a family to him. They gone through a lot of difficulties and hardships together but still they took care with each other even though they did bickered and quarreled during the civil war of Hyrule, family was not bound by blood but rather by bond.
Ehrandil looked at his volto mask and looked back at Zelda. "You know, being a highwayman is really fun especially when it comes about sabotaging the great enemy of Hyrule by emptying his coffers or burning down his important resources. Eleazar was bounced around in rage when he was told that his precious caravan was robbed or his trading outpost got burned to the ground by me. I even sent him a letter to mock him, like adding more oil to the fire." Ehrandil said with his laughter followed. After he faked his death, Ehrandil took the volto mask which he bought in Holodrum and disguised himself as Raven The Highwayman in Hyrule. He robbed Eleazar's men mostly at the roads of Hyrule and burned down buildings which was important to the bastard. Not just the mask, Ehrandil had to act like Raven, a jovial, comedic and mysterious masked highwayman to avoid suspicion being the Waystrider chieftain who was dead. He also needed to change his ranged weapons too, he trained himself using the handheld crossbows before he started his first robbery.
"Rest," Zelda mused for a moment, wondering if she was able to fulfill such a request. Sure, she stayed in bed; she slept often and perhaps her anxieties had made her feeble and unable to unwind. Mayhap a vacation or some time away from the capital would prove fruitful. It was funny--despite spending so much time away from the castle, now that she had returned, she was ready to scatter away from it once more.
"I considered taking some time away," she murmured, "I know we've only just returned, but since stepping foot here once more, I found it hard to clear my mind. A jest from the gods, I suppose, now that I've fulfilled my goals, I am left with nothing but fog."
They were due to arrive to Labrynna within the coming weeks, to prepare her sister for her wedding. She had hoped she would survive until then, but perhaps some alone time with a small circle would be more suitable. "I will write to Link, perhaps I may journey to Rhoam Manner to spend some time in quiet peace. Artemis may resume my duties, with you and the others at his side."
The words which Ehrandil spoke next of Eleazar and his work against his cause rendered the princess to frown, shaking her head. "I truly pitied the poor soul. To never know love, to feel cast aside and with no one to call home. In his desperation he summoned something far greater than himself, and it consumed him."
She took a deep breath, taking a few steps as she began to pace down the cobblestone streets. "I do not deny that he was evil and merciless. He was a threat that needed to be removed. But this could have been avoided, had he only been shown compassion as a child."
Serving Artemis when she was away? Well, that was kind of new to him. "You know that I'm not in favorable terms with your brother, Zelda. However since it is your command, I'll do my best at his side... only if he is willing to listen." Ehrandil acknowledged his Queen's command. Despite sometimes they argued, Ehrandil still treated Zelda as a close friend but for Artemis, it was a different story. Both Ehrandil and Artemis were like eternally cold to each other thus sometimes they exchanged heat argument with each other, mostly due to their different views and opinions. Despite their spat, Ehrandil respected Artemis not just that he was a brother to Zelda, the prince was willing to do anything to protect Hyrule even though it meant to sacrifice himself.
When Zelda mentioned that she was pitied the man who almost doomed Hyrule, Ehrandil snorted softly. Since after the Civil War, Ehrandil already itched to kill Eleazar by either piercing an arrow through his head or lunged his sword through his belly. "Compassion you say? You may forgive him, Zelda but not I. That tosspot was on the top of my kill list since from the very beginning." Ehrandil said coldly to Zelda. Eleazar brought too much misery and blood upon the lands, the bastard killed too many people with no sense of guilt or regret, that man was a sadistic tyrant who wanted to rule Hyrule and other kingdoms. He wanted to correct Zelda about him even though he might ended up with lectures from her.
"Forgive me to be blunt and straightforward with you, but that man was a lost cause since the day he was a child. He was spoiled by his parents, Eleazar started showing his sadism by enjoying other people's torment, attacking servants during his fits. After getting tossed into orphanage in Hyrule, he started to terrify other orphans and formed his own merry band of orphans who was swayed to his charms. In the time of his so-called rule, how many people died by his hands? How many good men and women died from his manipulation? His misdeeds and atrocities were beyond forgiven. The reason which he was controlled by the something he did not understand was not desperation, it was his lust for more power. Do you think that if he did not summon the being he would change? Bastard would be the same individual or even more terrifying than before."
Ehrandil scowled when he remembered about Eleazar. Some of men and women who fought for the tyrant were good and brave individuals, however they were easily swayed to his lies and cause. He accidentally snapped his smoking pipe into two, Ehrandil suddenly realized he let his anger got better on him. "Shite... Forgive my temper, Your Grace."
"You know not the full story," Zelda turned to him quickly, one foot frozen in front of the other. "Trust me when I say there is more. I looked into the very boy's soul. In the time that I regained my powers and became whole... a new power within me was awakened. Although I cannot control it, I seem to be able to... dip into the past. To view a memory in which heavily weighs on them in that moment."
Slipping her hand into the pocket of her skirts, she pulled out what appeared to be a crimson beaded necklace. "This was tainted. It was a gift from the Gerudo people to celebrate his birth. It contained Majora's very essence and corrupted him from the moment it was laid around his neck. The power is weak, though. It will only grow through negative emotions, which his father seemed to inflict quite well. He was doomed from the start."
She looked back to the castle, taking a deep breath. Moving her hands to her chest, she closed her eyes and let the wind rain across her body. "A storm is coming. I don't know when, but our time is limited. Do not alarm the others until I am certain of what we are dealing with. The battle within the castle did not go... as planned."