#008 Toe to Toe [PLOT]
Apr 24, 2018 21:34:30 GMT -5
edited on Oct 29, 2018 3:40:55 GMT -5 by Perseus Elein
Post by Link Queensguard on Apr 24, 2018 21:34:30 GMT -5
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fear doesn't rule me, not anymore
He had left the chunk of ore on his bedside table for days now, looking at it and the shards of the once mighty blade, almost as if in a meditation. The Heroes had searched far and wide for a blacksmith, and while the search was difficult, a Goron had been brought in to help with the process. In the days waiting, though, he had stayed in his room, leaving only to speak with Zelda on the wisdom the sword spirit had confided in him.
She spoke to him of the process of divine forging, telling the story of the sword's creation, the process that they would have to take to finish the task. She told him stories of his ancestor, the chosen Hero of Hylia, and she told him of courage, of bravery.
And then the day came. Many hours were spent in the forge, the chunk of ore slowly being refined as it was melted down to a molten state, slag and impurities carefully removed. The shards were laid out, and the sword was silent. There was a tightness in Link's chest as he waited for his task, clutching the hammer he would be using to weld the pieces together. The guard, grip, and pommel laid to the side, well away from the area of work, to wait until they were needed.
At long last, though, the ore was presented to him, as a molten bar, and he followed the instructions he was given. Though most of the blade was there, there were sections that were beyond repair, sections that had to be replaced by the divine ore. With precise instructions, a new V-shape was forged, what would become a new edge for the sword. Gently, the shards were placed in, like a puzzle, among other pieces of the raw ore, and were driven together with the first strikes, welding old metal and new with every strike. When it was held together enough to not just fall apart, the whole of the blade was put into the fire by the Goron, though no amount of heating brought it to a cherry-red glow.
Suddenly, insight came to the Hero, and he took the tongs holding the blade. The voice fromt he sword whispered to him of the grace of Hylia, how it was her first servant.
How it held Hylia's power.
A once red-burning fire grew white, and the sword took on the glow desired. Almost as if he wasn't there, Link removed it without instruction, and began hammering away at it, The emtal stretching to the desired shape. When he was done, it returned to the fire, and the process repeated twice more before he dunked it in the oil meant to quench it. As the flames licked up the blade, there was a semblance of divine magic that danced through it he could feel, somehow. But the flames lingered as it was removed, dancing on cooled metal, an impossible feat. But it burned on blues and silvers, and when it was finally quenched in water, what came out was something familiar to you, but all the same.
The Master Sword was reforged.
It took some time to polish, sharpen, and test the durability of the blade, but when he took the time to put the pommel and guard back on, it was like he had regrown a lost arm. As before, the blade was almost an extension of his own arm.
There was only one more task. That day, he returned to the Temple of Time, before the pedestal which the master Sword was to rest when not in use. Its spirit explained to him the story of his rebirth, of the steps that had to be taken to free him, and that this would be his connection to Hylia's power. And when it was returned to the pedestal...
Nothing happened.
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The reforge had been complete for some time, and for the first time since his revival, Link found himself training against the soldiers. Zelda was out on a mission, one she deemed safe enough to do on her own. They had their goodbyes, but for once, he was able to fill his days.
But then a letter came in, a letter from Hyrule Castle, delivered by a Gerudo, and when he read it, his eyes went wide. Without warning, the Hero took his new sword, sheathed it, and hopped on his horse without a second thought, cloak flowing in the wind. he rode for a day and a night with little rest, taking a short reprive before entering the place ha hadn't been in some time.
Hyrule Castle.
The guards there were expecting him, and he was escorted without harassment. As he entered the doors of the castle, he stormed off to the throne room, doop slamming open as he charged through to face the man the letter had come from.
"So you're him... Where is she? I got the letter, you know something."
His hand went to his sword, but he didn't draw it, not just yet.
