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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Post by Artemis Hyrule on Feb 8, 2018 1:01:55 GMT -5
The morning was heavy. The temperature had dropped noticeably in the past few days, but the onset of rain and a northern wind had made it icy. With no break in the greyness above the chance of a let up was slim to zero. It was going to be a rainy day and no amount of pleading with the gods was going to change that.
A small select group - immediate family and those tied closely to the beloved princess had gathered to say their goodbyes. They had let up all hope that she would return, despite being suspended in a sheikah stasis.
Today, they would bury their sister.
Artemis grieved on the inside, but believed that he hid his sorrow from everyone. One could see it in his eyes, his movements, his drooping posture. However, no one dared mention it to him. He felt he must stay composed, that his position asprince demanded a look of complete confidence and control. He thought this, however he sent vibes of inward weeping.
Laid out on a bed of flowers, Kura looked as though she were sleeping. The capsule preserved her, as though she were frozen for eternity in the moments after her death. While all mourned her departure, only a few would attend the ceremony. Artemis, Zelda, and Esme.
"Let's get this over with," Artemis grumbled as he looked to the others. "Do we really need to do the stupid ceremony? It's not like we're required of it as banished royalty anymore..."
Post by Esme Hyrule on Feb 11, 2018 21:43:03 GMT -5
Tears fall to the ground, we'll just let them drown
A solemn chill hung in the air, accented by how sharp and uninviting the cold air was. It wouldn't be a stretch to say it was fitting for the mood, however. Esme stood, bundled in a cloak embroidered with the royal family's crests and designs, shaking more from grief than from the cold.
It spoke volumes that she stood opposite of Artemis, closer to where Zelda was standing. She was silent until Artemis spoke, his posture slumped, but he was trying to hide it. To be the prince he was supposed to be. Trying to be composed.
She didn't expect to snap when he talked, but she did.
"Have you no respect for those at rest, Artemis!?"
She had stepped forward, fists curling instinctively, and pushed back her hood to look her brother in the eye. Tears ran down her face, ones of anger and sorrow, but she didn't falter in her glare.
"I can live with you blaming me for mother's death, but Kura was our sister. For you to rush this is disrespectful to her memory, and to us as a family. You should show her the amount of respect you showed our mother, that you showed our father."
She found herself moving to him, crossing the distance between them, and grabbed him by his tunic, pulling him closer. Their eyes met again, and she resisted the urge to just punch him in the jaw.
"So, no, we're doing the ceremony, and you can either choose to be a stuffy prince or a grieving brother. Which would she want from you, Artemis?"
Post by Zelda Hyrule on Feb 11, 2018 22:23:46 GMT -5
'It's heavy' was the only way she could define it. She had to carry it around even though she never wanted to. It was always over her, casting its shadow on her life. It was hung by a thin thread, too fragile to hold something so heavy. Most of the time she didn't know what caused the thread to finally break releasing the weight on her. It fell too fast, and before she could run she'd be pinned down. It crushed her ribs, made it hard for her to breathe. She tried to scream; a cry for help was of no use. No one else could see it - the weight that had been slowly crushing her to death. [break][break] Anything that happened, that caused her family pain was always her burden to carry. Had she woken sooner, she would have prevented this from happening--or so she wanted to believe. It was her fault. [break][break] Zelda worried. Things she felt she should have done, coupled with her perceived failures dominated her mind. She thought about her actions and words, finding them inadequate. Festering guilt rendered her mind ineffective, her short term memory shot. [break][break] Often while she dwelt on the fine details of the past few years, the big picture escaped her. She worked so hard to support and feed those who swore fealty. She promised to bring them home. Now they were angry; half of them were dead while the others were living on rations. All they saw was a desperate lover who frittered and gambled their supplies to save a broken man rather than working toward an actual freedom. [break][break] She didn't blame Artemis for reacting the way that he did to this ceremony; there wasn't a point. They had nothing left to them anymore, and he felt this whole situation was his own fault. Whem Esmerelda had suddenly broken the uncomfortable silence with brash words, Zelda shifted in surprise. [break][break] "Esmerelda!" Zelda snapped quickly, her voice shaken from the cold air and lack of proper emotion. "Before you speak, think of your words carefully. Neither of us were there when our sister was killed, but Artemis was. He did everything he could to protect her from harm, but we were too late." [break][break] She closed her eyes, taking one final look at the body before looking to her hands. There must have been something she could do... [break][break] "You cannot put this on him. We're all on edge. We're all feeling the guilt. Lashing out on each other is the last thing she would want."
Post by Artemis Hyrule on Feb 12, 2018 17:59:33 GMT -5
What he was expecting to be a silent, gloomy event suddenly caught him off guard to be hostile. Eyes widened as his face turned to his youngest sister who rose her voice in frustration.
He was at a loss of words, his chest tightening as though he were going to vomit. Her words kept coming, but none of them were true--at least, from what he felt, they weren't. He was growing irritated. How could she cause a scene like this during such a sensitive time?
"Shut up," he said with command. "Learn your place. Once again, you fail to see the whole picture. The ceremony is worthless unless done at the castle. Trying to replicate it here is borderline disrespectful!"
Zelda's words came in a wave after his own, and as though a flashback played over in his memory, he was once again met with the images of Kura dying in his arms.
A hand went to cover his mouth, an attempt to hold back vomit again--actual vomit. It was coming up - the entire situation made him sickly.
Post by Esme Hyrule on Mar 2, 2018 22:35:00 GMT -5
Tears fall to the ground, we'll just let them drown
She felt her nails dig into her palm when not only Artemis, but Zelda, began scolding her for her words. She opened her mouth to respond, but bit it back and turned away, turned to Kura. She pressed her cloak to her mouth, looking at her, preserved before her.
She would understand. Kura would get it, and she's gone.
"Why us? Why did this have to happen this way? She didn't deserve this... Why can't we bring her back?"
She was half talking to herself, looking away from the two, but audible. It was almost pleading, bargaining, as she stared at Kura, hand reaching up ever so slightly. There was nothing she wouldn't give to bring her back, nothing in the world. There had already been too much loss, too much bloodshed. Kura was the one she was closest to, the one who actually was there, and she would have spilled her blood right then and there for her. Instead, she lowered her hand, and looked to Zelda.
"You were able to save your hero. Why not her? There has to be some sort of magic, she's only on the brink. We can still do something. Right?"
"You wre able to save your hero. Why not her? There has to be some sort of magic, she's only on the brink. We can still do something, right?"
The words stung for a moment as they lingered in the damp air. She wished there was something she could do. There had to be a way... but it wasn't the same. It just wasn't. Link wasn't dead, he was just in another realm. Kura was unconscious - forever on the brink of death but not able to wake up.
"Esme, it isn't quite that simple... Elinkar's position isn't comparable to Kura's. At best, she's alive, but that's it. She isn't conscious. Link was trapped in an entirely different realm."
If only her soul had been complete. She could use her sealing magic to--
She stopped for a moment, biting hard on her lip. Only days earlier, she had come in contact with an old ally of her ancestor - one that held resonance of her previous self's grace.
She had gifted it to her, saving her from uncertainty and agonizing pain, but perhaps... if she was able to use this magic in the past to save Midna... she could do it again now.
She would most certainly be weakened by this, maybe even die. But it was her duty to protect her family.
"Stand back, everyone. We do not speak of this to anyone. No one can know! Not even Link. Okay?" she turned to her siblings with a determined scowl.
Letting a hand fall over Kura's forehead, she closed her eyes, looking within herself for the small bit of grace that was left within her. She detached it, wincing slightly, as she focused that energy to pass it onto Kura.
It was painful, but she was able to control it. She let out a deep breath, a golden glow illuminating from her hand as it spread out over her sister's body, and in a blinding flash, the magic was gone.
She could feel the emptiness inside of her... and yet she didn't feel faint. She was fine, actually. Did it work?
Before, there was a touch of soft skin. A delicate passing of reassurance from one person to another as clouded blue eyes closed for the last time. It was supposed to be the last time, her body falling into it's permanent slumber and her will to live faded from her mind. From then on, she faced the darkness.
It was quiet, and more or less cold, yet at the same time it was peaceful. Patiently she waited, anticipating that glow of light that would signify her arrival. It was said that upon death they would be reunited with the Goddesses, or at least that is what she was led to believe. But she remained in the dark, time passing either slowly or quickly, and she was left alone to rest there.
She could not think of anything, as if her mind was in a permanent stasis. No recall of memories, instilling of emotional desires, or even a recognition of thought. There was only what she knew at the time, and that was little.
A voice. But where was it coming from? There was no ring of sound, no definite direction of its source, and yet it was distinct. Followed by a piercing and blinding light, she was no longer enveloped in darkness, but instead felt the surface of something hard under her body. Eyes were open, the view of a wide clear expanse came to view. Her psyche behaved as if is still belonged to a corporeal form, as if it was still attached to the body it had grown in for so many years.
Gaze turning, it meet a tall and large frame, an aura of holy and divine light surrounding it's figure though she could not make out any features.
Blessed child, through the darkness that once surrounded your soul pierces the light strengthened by love.
The voice once more, more definite this time, its angelic tone holding a sense of familiarity. The figure moving, both limbs pushing forward to rest in front of Kura, palms open and beckoning to the young lady.
You still have much to see and bonds to make young one. She needs you, They all need you.
Small steps were made, following her instruction she sat upon the surface of her hands, encompassed by a sphere of residual light. It was warm, her core relaxing and her eyes closing as her world turned dark once more.
Another voice, though it was murmured she could still make out the syllables and recognized it immediately. Waking up to the world, blanketed hues glistened, blinding light and color filling her once darkened vision. She blinked, a few time actually, the blur dissipating so that she could take in the features of her sister and family.
"...Zelda." She managed to say, her voice weak, though distinguishable as she turned her head slightly to the side, smiling softly as she addressed them.
She held no memory of her time asleep, not even of the voice from before. It was as if, she had only just laid down moments prior. She understood what had happened though, the fear of her last time alive still lingered in her mind. Somehow, her sister had saved her soul, leading her back to her body.