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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
Welcome to ZRP! We are an non-canon RP site with an original tale taking place within the
lore of the Zelda Franchise. While the events of this site are entirely non-canon, we take advantage of the canons of other
games to explain its story fully. As such, we are located within the CANON TIMELINE. Do you like what you see? If so, feel free
to register and join our story! If you have any questions, you can join our discord, located in our important links!
3/14/20 The staff are working dilligintly on the next plot and introduction to ARC 3 of the site. Over the next couple weeks,
we will be transitioning the plot, organizing boards, and a new location will be added to the site! Please note that Termina will be removed from playable locations
during this process. Thank you for your patience!
There was nothing but silent, a silence that was as cold and dreadful as the realm he resided in. It was an absolute silence, one that cemented the feeling of true emptiness the realm held. No matter how hard he tried he could never truly hear nor see a single thing. It was almost as if he was floating in pure nothing, neither dead or alive, but even still there were things he could feel that told him he was still alive. The sheer pain that his body felt, the rattling of the chains that confined his arms and legs with each movement he made, and the sound of the haggard breaths he released with each breath was a pure sign that he was alive. This was truly his punishment, the punishment belonging to the former hero named Link.
Link accepted this punishment and he could not regret the choice he made at the time. The choice to call upon the gods themselves was the only thing he could do at that time. The desperation he felt, to feel so powerless and to finally know that in the end he was able to save the woman that his heart was devoted to, it was truly a feeling of joy. It set his heart at ease to leave as such and in a way he could rest despite this punishment, but rest was something he could not fully do. As his eyes would shut he would glimpse visions, things that he could truly wish he could call mere dreams. These visions were blurry and faint, but he was able to tell that things were not right in the land of Hyrule. These visions utilized the dreams of the princess Zelda and were the only gateway he could use to connect him to the land he once called home. Though hard to see, he could feel the sadness the princess felt and that was enough for him.
As he sat in the cell eventually the surrounding area had begun to distort, shifting and twisting as Link begun to feel the cold metal cuffs holding his limps fade away along with the surrounding area. The area had altered itself until at last the distortion came to an end. His body shook and quivered, but even so Link continued to move and rose to his feet. This phenomenon was nothing new to him and he had gotten used to it. He could never tell when it would happen, but at times his cell would change and distort and transform into a new area, almost as if he was teleported away. Unchained but still never free, Link would find himself able to move about in such an area. There were times he had to traverse pitch black forests, scorching lands and even raging waters, but each land held one similar thing. In each land vicious beasts roamed free, seeking out the only true sign of life they could devour.
Perhaps it was a test of the goddesses that Link had to go through each time he was released from his cell. Ever since he was banished to the sacred realm he found himself wearing new garment and held nothing but a single shimmering broadsword. In these moments of “freedom” all that awaited Link was combat. With blade in hand he slew whatever beats appeared before him and when all was done and all the beasts were slain he’d find himself once more in the cold embrace of his cell. It was a vicious cycle without gain.
The former knight glanced upwards as he stared upon the dusk lit sky, a rare sight for him in the empty land. The land that was spread out around him was an arena like area that obviously held no signs of live save for the beasts that creeped nearby. Perhaps it was best he just perished and entered and eternal slumber, but no matter how tempting it sounded he just could not do such a thing just yet. He couldn’t leave that woman to grieve as the land he loved so dearly fell into discord. He didn’t want to be the hero, he just wanted do whatever he could in any little way to help. With his resolve strong he drew the blade that he placed his trust and charged towards the beasts the goddesses had sent for him to fight. Perhaps the goddesses still had some semblance of hope for the young man and perhaps that was the reason they gave him these “tests”. Whether or not this was true or not it motivated Link and strengthened his mind. He would return to Hyrule, he would stand by Zelda’s side and he would do whatever it took to protect the peace.
….and at last he gained that freedom… …but what would he do now that he gained his freedom?
It was a question that burned through the blond haired man’s head, something he had never really thought of in true depth. Though it had not been from his hands, he had finally gained the freedom he desired and finally he finally stood upon the land of Hyrule once more. A warm breeze blew by and Link couldn’t help but merely close his eyes as raise his head as his hair waved from the wind. Being able to once again feel the warmth of the sun and listen to the sound of nature itself was a soothing feeling. It truly felt as if he was dreaming and that he would once again return to that dreary cell, but after standing so long out reality began to hit him.
It hadn’t been long at all ever since he was released from his prison. Everything was quite a blur at that moment. Perhaps it was the sheer fatigue he felt, but once he got out he could only recall staring before Zelda once more and giving her a weak smile before falling unconscious. He didn’t know how many days he had been out cold but the moment he did awaken he departed from the bed he slept in and made his way outside. He had no plan on what he was to do next, but all he did do at moment was merely openin his eyes and stare out aimlessly from a distance at the Hyrule Castle.
Time was something that Link could not keep track of during his imprisonment and for him he did not know just how long it had been since that fated war. The woman he saw when he was released must have been Zelda; at least that was what he believed when he saw her. While she did look much different that the last time he saw her, he knew it had to of been her. Seeing her face after so long truly was a relief and perhaps that was what allowed him to rest so peacefully after so long.
It would have been nice to merely live away the rest of his days in peace, but Link couldn’t just ignore what was going on. There was something wrong, something that had caused discord. The dreams of Zelda were enough to sell him to this belief. He was a fool to truly believe that everything was resolved as he and Seith were sealed away, but he was not going to be the fool he was before. He would not be that boy who blindly accepted a title he did not deserve just yet. If he fought it would not be because of duty or title, but because of what he truly believed in.
His left hand reached and held the hilt of the broadsword he had fought with during his trials and with it in his grasp he unsheathed the blade. With his right hand he held the hilt as well as his eyes stared at the blade. The sword that had shone with a radiant light had now dulled ever since returning back to the world of Hyrule. In others eyes it was nothing more than a simple sword that looked stronger than it actually was, but Link didn’t mind such a thing. For him he would use this blade until he found himself worthy to wield his most beloved blade that rested deep within the temple of time.
With the blade’s edge near to his face, Link lowered his head and closed his eyes calmly. His focus was on the blade before him and even then he did not pay attention to his surrounds, even if there were others nearby. “Even if my life shall expire…I shall fight” Link declared.