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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
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hat glimmer of a smile which had come about from her enjoyment of Vanna’s presence faded into a blank look as Sappho stared at the empty abyss which had been previously occupied by that charming girl. She had not wished to set off such an easily-recognisable trap such as this - so cautious she had been about dealing with it - and yet her efforts had been for naught but failure. Unable to recognise that she had let her newly-befriended companion fall to a certain fate, Sappho cautiously edged closer to the opening black as pitch that had opened by her machinations and called out Vanna’s name. No response came, merely silence.
A strange pain tore through the back of her mind as she admitted this to herself; images poured back into her memory that she would rather not remember, but memories that she only now realised were what she had come to honour. She had been to this decrepit temple before, she knew that for sure, but why had she not recognised the various trials it presented? It may have down with the changing times, but it seemed like it had not been touched since the last entry into it which must have been many centuries ago. Further still, had she not experienced the same sharp feeling when she had entered the temple? She was trying to his something from herself, but that was unravelling as she travelled through this halls. What was it she had forgotten? What had she done so many years ago? What was she here to do now?
As she struggled with the answers to these questions, Sappho was broken away from it by an angry shouting originating from the unsealed entranceway. With eyes ablaze from the rage of losing her friend and frustration of being unable to remember why this was so irritating for her in this place, she turned to this new character in her tragedy and questioned her with no friendliness in her voice,
‘What is it, bannik?’ Sappho let out an exasperated sigh as she saw that small winged form of the fairy, but composed herself to a reasonable degree so that she could answer her question. ‘Forgive me if I am misunderstanding your intentions as mocking me, dear lady - but I am a pilgrim, nothing more. Yes, just an ordinary pilgrim delving to find this place’s secrets. Secrets I seem to have known once but cannot seem to remember. Secrets that have now resulted in my mourning of a friend. It seems that with me opening this temple, I opened the many traps hidden in its depths; traps I thought long rusted and broken that have stayed perfectly intact throughout all the centuries. And now my friend is gone, having fallen prey to them. Well, death comes to all of us, it is an inevitability... except for you and me. We must continue to live while suffering the losses of others…’
The desire to cause harm upon a mortal was not a feeling she was accustomed to. In a sense, it was an emotion that fairy's were not allowed to feel, or taught, as a means of protecting themselves. Galatea was no common fairy however, and in her possession she held more power than most sentient beings on the isle. She was no longer bound to the conventional ideology given to them from creation.
Looking past the blatant slander, Galatea hovered over the pit in which she was sure this 'friend' of her's seemed to have vanished into. She did not share the mortal's mournful spirit, but she refrained from making light of death. Except the stranger announced that she would avoid death, as if she was on level with Galatea herself.
How did this come to be? Immortality was not a gift given freely to those that did not deserve it; as a blessing and as a curse. She radiated a magical essence in a unique signature, and it was one that Galatea could not identify. Who was this woman?
"I understand you have lived throughout time, --yet you only retain a small part of your memory? I know of many fairy's who suffer the same lack of mental fortitude and never find themselves again. It is easier to start over and be the person you want to be instead of chasing what you were," she echoed, her small frame illuminating the immediate area.
"If you wish to delve deeper into the temple, I pray you are careful. As you have been assured, we are not the only things that stand against time, and this construct is very much alive in the same sense that we are. It will not show mercy...and--," Galatea paused, "I hope you will leave all manner of ancient items to me. There is something within the walls of this reliquary that I search for."