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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
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When Midna had fallen through the Twilight Mirror portal, she had expected to find her friends where she had nearly left them. Hyrule Castle. It hadn't taken long for the recently deposed princess to discover that the Realm of Light was in much worse shape than her own. The realization had been terrifying. So Midna had set off to find her friends, wary of being in this realm.
She had known there would be Twili in this world, whether or not they agreed with her as a monarch didn't quite matter as she used the shadows of this realm to move in secret. Traveling farther distances at night where she felt most comfortable. Even a Twili on her side may give her away to the enemy on accident, and until Midna saw the Hero's face again, she was not prepared to let that happen, lest her plans fall to ruin once more.
It hadn't taken her long to hear the rumors, after the fall of the Hyrulian family, the takeover of Castle Town, Midna hid in shadows and listened to whatever she could gather. The rather dejected princess turned over every word these Hylians said. Cloaking herself in the shadows and keeping a firm hold onto her cloak.
The Lost Woods. She'd ventured into them once with Link, found them rather charming for their ominous presence and heady feeling of magic. It was a spot in this realm that reminded her somewhat of home. With its low light and quiet atmosphere. All the rumors had led her back to these woods in search of Link, he supposedly was hiding out here with the refugees that sided with them. Her careful examination of these woods taught her that it would be impossible to get into their camp without alerting several guards and causing a fuss. Instead, Midna summoned up all the patience she had and decided she'd await the Hero. And meet him on the outside.
It meant she had no idea who was in that camp though, and from the rumor mill it had sounded as though Princess Zelda was dead, and the thought soured something in Midna's heart.
"Come on, Link. You're my last hope..." Midna breathed into the empty air, shrouded against the shadows of a large and decaying tree just outside the magical perimeter of the camp.
Post by Link Queensguard on Jan 25, 2018 23:05:09 GMT -5
Much had been done that day, and when it was all over, Link had taken about as much of other Hylians as he could.
He told Zelda his intentions of going for a walk, and though she insisted he take a guard or two, he refused, instead belting his sword at his hip. It still felt wrong, but it was growing on him. The spirit of the Master Blade had spoken to him briefly, but he heard nothing from it, no fragmented, cryptic words given to him since. Honestly, he didn't mind.
It was nice to have a quiet day.
The night was relaxing, for once. Crickets played their low serenade as he walked out of the gates of the encampment, hands in his pockets, and he just took the time to look around, at the moon, and the stars.
He was reminded how greatful he was now that he was back. He had missed the moon.
With a flinch, he looked around, only to realize the source of the voice was in his head. The spirit again. With a sigh, he opened himself up to what it had to say, curiosity showing through their connection.
An intruder... A friend...
His eyes widened, and almost by reflex, his hand went to his sword, head on a swivel. The spirit was aware of so much more than it should be, but it had always proven right. He began to walk a slow patrol around the camp, still resting his hand on the pommel of his blade, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.As he walked further towards the treeline, the hairs on his neck prickled, and he swore he had heard somebody take a breath. Metal slid against metal as he drew his sword slightly, calling out.
"Who's there? Show yourself?"
An old friend... Greet her...
Once again, the spirit caught him off guard, but he slid the inch of exposed steel back into the sheath, and stepped into the treeline. It was an ancient copse, the gnarled roots twisted over countless years, the trees great. He pushed aside a canopy of moss as he stepped further into it, and his eyes came across a large, dying tree. It had passed its prime, but regardless, it still was impressively large. But he took no time to admire it, instead listening closely.
The site of her friend, with all his slight differences that pinned him as not her Link, sent a wave of relief through her. He seemed to be wandering, trying to get free of the confines of this camp. She shifts in her hidden spot, wincing at the flinch she sees Link give and thinks he may have heard her. Midna hadn't wanted to jump him, but if he tried to find her she imagines this reunion won't go as planned.
She sees him grip his sword, aware that he is not alone in these woods. The reunion was going quite the different path than planned. Summoning up all her strength and faith, Midna carefully and quietly stands from her spot hidden in the shadows and slowly approaches where Link stands, the shroud around her falling to reveal the regal yet dusty robes of the Twili, and a rather immodestly dressed Midna, red hair plaited elegantly away from her face.
"It has been quite some time, Hero," she says softly, smiling peacefully as she looks at him. His hair was just slightly different in shade she noticed, possibly built a bit more on the shoulders, but the eyes were the same.
Even if he doesn't remember me, at least I get to see him again. Midna thinks to herself.
"What dear friends we used to be, unfortunately, I am much longer-lived than Hylians. My name is Midna, and you helped me regain my throne once; I've come to ask for your aid again."
Post by Link Queensguard on Jan 29, 2018 19:18:47 GMT -5
Even at the best times I'm out of my mind
Eau de résistance
uch sudden words were enough to spook the Hero, and silver steel danced in the moonlight as he took a defensive step back when the entity appeared before her.
He point leveled with her heart, not with intent to attack, but protect, but she began speaking to him, and he felt his arm lower slightly. Her words were... Odd. As if they knew each other. As if...
He lowered his sword, dropping his arm, and took a slow step forward. In a strange way, she felt familiar to him, but he couldn't place why. Still, the sword spirit had mentioned an old friend. Maybe she was this.
"You're the intruder I sensed, I take it. When you say long-lived, you don't mean-"
He stopped, frowning, and sighed as he sheathed his sword, arms crossing. In the moonlight, he looked over her once again, eyes flitting from low to high, and he raised an eyebrow at her. She was different than a lot of the Twili that he had met in the past, as few as they were. She was much more regal, much in the way Zelda was when in her meetings. Royalty, of some sort. Royalty like-
His breath caught as it hit him. When Zelda was looking for stories of the Legendary Hero before he was declared to be him, she had him research things, stories of old, and he had come across a dusty tome recounting a story. The Ballad of Twilight was its name, and it mentioned the hero having traveled with a Twili companion, a Twilight Princess. And her name was-
He pushed the spirit's thoughts back, rubbing his head, then looked up to the Twili.
"I don't know you, and don't know you're telling me the truth when you claim you are who you are. Explain to me why a Twili Princess would be in our realm at this hour of night, and why I should believe you?"
Midna doesn't react when the sword is leveled at her chest, though silently she notes it is not the Sword of Legend. Which meant that he did not carry it with him or had not gone to repossess it yet. With their proximity to the rumored resting place, Midna only assumes the former. This Link seemed to be aware of his destiny. She smiles sadly, the troubles of Hyrule have no doubt put the young man on edge, and she doesn't fault him for the weapon, though the urge to simply slap it away does rise before she quells it.
For a few tense moments, Midna stands there, watching the blade lower slightly until he puts it away as she finishes speaking. The step forward surprises her, his face bared the confusion he no doubt was feeling, but his body language began to take on a tone of familiarity.
"That I am, it has been something like four-hundred years since I last saw you. And it was not quite you," she says, indicating towards him with a gentle sweep of her hand.
With her still regal grace, Midna's shoulders slump down ever so slightly, and she relaxes; enough to show to Link that her intentions here are not malicious.
"I understand you have no reason to believe me, but I wish you no ill will. Some time ago, I was once again deposed of my throne by those who wished to take power from me once more. Believers in an old traitor you helped me stop. Thrown from my realm, I came to find the only friends I knew who could help me. You, and Zelda." there's a sorrow to her voice as she speaks, red eyes staring at Link unflinchingly as she speaks.
What could she say to prove her words? He had no memory of his past self, nothing to connect him to her. Mid-thought, Midna notices Link rub his head and tilts hers to the side, curious as to the cause. "If there is some part of your mind that knows who I am, that knows I speak the truth, please allow it to tell you," with that, the Twilight Princess falls silent, hands clasped in front of her.
Post by Link Queensguard on Feb 13, 2018 5:05:18 GMT -5
Even at the best times I'm out of my mind
Eau de résistance
eason told him to be skeptical of what she had to say, but some nagging feeling in the back of his head was telling him otherwise, logic battling with impulse. He couldn't place which was which, however, and it was making his decision difficult. But there she was, a Twili of great power before him, and she was allowing him to take the lead, the decision.
Why else would she throw herself at his judgment? With a sigh, he looked back up to her, eyes meeting hers.
"I don't remember you, I'm sorry. My connection to my past selves was severed when the Triforce was shattered, but... You don't seem untrustworthy. If it is I and Zelda you seek, then you have found us, and that you know of the lineage is proof you have some connection to us. So, for the time being, I'll trust you."
A cloud cleared from the moon, lighting the grove up, and as he looked upon her, there was a glimmer of something, but it faded before he could mentally grasp it. Still, she was asking for his help, help he wasn't sure he could provide. She was desperate, reeling, and she came to her closest friend for help.
"I understand your dilemma, I truly do, but there are many issues in this realm that require my attention. I'm... I came back from divine imprisonment, stripped of my power, my title, and most of my sanity. I have the pieces of the sword of legend, and a spirit in them speaking me, but no answers. As much as I would love to help you, there is little I can even do for myself. I'm sorry."
He trusted her. That meant something, even if the harsher reality was that her friend had no idea who she really was. Link wasn't attempting to harm her or stop her from speaking, which meant that there was a chance. Midna had long wondered what she would do if neither of her friends remembered her, the possibility hadn't been a distant one. And now that it had happened, she had nothing. No idea about what could bring it back. Link had said his piece of the triforce had shattered, that small bit of glow she had seen on their adventures, what had saved him when twilight enveloped Hyrule.
At least he was honest about his situation.
Though the more about both their situations that she learns, the less hope there seems to be. Both in her world and this one. With a deep sigh, Midna slumps and looks over the woods with a distant gaze.
"I understand your plight. And while I have not much to offer on my end, I have the power bestowed upon me so many years ago. And I offer what help in your realm that I can provide. With the hopes that should you find yourself returned, you will help me once more." she tells him, and despite the sorrow in her tone and the distance in her gaze as she looks at him, she means it.
Post by Link Queensguard on Oct 31, 2018 18:48:37 GMT -5
Even at the best times I'm out of my mind
Eau de résistance
He paused, thinking about the proposal she had laid before him. She wanted to help him, help his kingdom, in exchange for his when he was ready to do so. It was almost a deal of sorts, but there was more behind it, and it felt... weirdly comforting.
"I... Can agree to that. I need to find my way, and knowledge of my ancestors could be very helpful. And you knew me... Before. I have so many questions. The sword spirit told me of things, but she's not perfect, and there are so many gaps... I do know one thing, though. Past me worked with a Twili. It... It has to be you."
A friend, Master. Share your power.
He shook his head, as if to ward off the sword spirit's voice, and sighed.
"It's late. Do you want to come back to the camp with me? We can use whatever power we can get in the days coming up."
Midna breaks into a wide smile, nearly laughing with relief. Link would help her, and she would assist him in his quest and all was well. A promise between old friends, and Midna was elated. It was another step in finding a solution to what plagued her kingdom. It was the return of those she once believed lost to time.
"I am indeed the very same Twili, and am more than willing to tell you whatever you should like to know about the you I once knew. I also, wish to know you again. It has been quite some time since I've had a friend like those I found here in Hyrule." she tells him.
She had been right about their camp being nearby, Link confirmed. Hiding out in the Lost Woods, she remembered traveling through here with him those hundreds of years ago. It felt the same, but looked ever so slightly different.