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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Pulling from her lover's arms, she looked back to her guards as he mentioned she may have to command them herself. Before she could do so though, the cloaked blue spirit approached and made note to the guards herself. So this was the legendary spirit of the Master Sword. She wondered how her spirit was able to be reawakened.
Since her conversion with Hylia, her memories seemed intertwined with their own, and yet she still was able to cling to her own memories to form her own thoughts and opinions. She nodded in response to Fi to the guards. "You may stand guard around the gates. Leave us," she commanded, and the guards crossed their hands over their hearts before turning to leave the inner gates.
Turning back to Link, part of her wondered if their privacy included or excluded this spirit as well. Although she did not mind its presence for company... there would be times she could see it becoming inappropriate. She flushed lightly at the idea before clearing her throat. "So... how are you?" she asked seriously to Link. She hadn't heard from him much, aside from knowing that he was in a sore condition after the war.
The two scarcely had time together and she wondered for his safety every since. "Does it still hurt? Are you healing okay?"
Post by Zelda Hyrule on Jul 4, 2020 11:59:29 GMT -5
Something separates me from other people
Everywhere I turn
There's something blocking my escape
Something seemed off about this girl. Had Esme not told her of what she experienced, she would have likely felt this way regardless. This is not the first time she has had to deal with vassals whom were ignorant of the world they lived in, and just by her tone, just by her appearance alone she could tell that this girl was likely naive to many things.
With Maedhra's response, Zelda narrowed her eyes. She really did not appreciate that tone, but she stayed quiet. How could this girl possibly understand the hardships her family went through? She heard of the passing of her mother and father, but she seemed fairly chipper regardless. She didn't trust that kind of fake happiness.
She continued to mention that she had only recently been vested the power of duchess. She mentioned tradition of fulfilling their oath, and then went on to explain her reasoning of postponing. She had got down onto her knees, awaiting the honor.
"Will Her Majesty The Queen of Hyrule accept our renewal of the oath?"
Zelda took a deep breath, rising from her seat as the shimmering blue gown which draped down her waist was given the room to expand, a radiant silhouette stepping forward to the girl, looking down at her carefully.
"No," she replied hotly. "While you may hold the title of Duchess, I can see that you have little experience as a ruler lacking basic diplomacy and etiquette. Esme told me of your encounter with her. I've heard everything you had to say. You pay no respect for the royal family. You may have your differences with us but that does not give you the right to outright disrespect your queen and her royal family. How dare you."
She clenched her fists, a spark of anger and resentment for this brat swelling up as she closed her eyes. "Your family swears allegiance to us, and yet ignored us when we needed you most. You did not come for aid when the King of Labrynna forced himself upon rule. You did not come for aid when Eleazar and his lackeys swept us out of the castle. You wouldn't even come to aid after we had established a new home for plans. You waited until it was in your best interest to make a move of power to try and impress me for your shortcomings. So no, I will not renew this oath until you grow up, stop belittling those around you, and act nobly."
She side eyed each of the guards which lined the walls of the throne room. "I think it's best you hold your tongue now. Say something that disrespects me or my family again and I will have you dragged out of this castle. I would like to say I am a kindhearted and understanding person, but I have absolutely no issue with throwing out those who don't know the basics of respect. You spoke out of line to my sister, and while she may not be sitting in this chair, you better pray and hope she doesn't take that out on you. She has just as much control over our armies as I do. Watch your step. On that note, I think it should be put on record that Esme wishes to challenge your honor by combat."
She waved her hand before turning around, back facing the duchy as she began striding toward the exit. Guards slowly began approaching to the Duchy, should she resist taking her leave. "After the duel, you are no longer permitted in the capitol until you can prove that you aren't a selfish, spoiled brat. While we will continue to treat your people as our people in protection and equity, we will not allow you to remain as its head if you continue to run your mouth. People talk. You should know better than to brag and expose your true feelings of me to the guards, or even your guards! Word gets around fast."
When Link had come into view, she felt her stomach knot tightly. The last time she had seen him, he had been battered by his injuries and she was unsure of the severity. The two had been separated quickly to be tended to their wounds, and before she knew it, he was sent back to his estate before she had finished recovering.
Two Sheikah flanked at her sides, she approached slowly as the Manor guards bowed before her. Then she approached the hero, and he bowed before her. She closed her eyes, his words embracing her conscience. Before she could react, she was pulled forward into a tight hug, and she wrapped her arms around him desperately, letting out a gasp for air as though she had been trapped beneath an undertow.
Her fingers tangled with his hair, and she didn't want to let go. "When they said you left the castle, I thought the worst," she murmured, her head resting into the rook of his neck. She was here now, and she felt better, but now she wondered what they would do... considering the amount of guards that followed her about. Something she wasn't used to since before Hyrule had fallen.
"I need to find a way to get them off of me," she whispered. "I can't stand being followed everywhere."
Post by Zelda Hyrule on Jun 24, 2020 4:03:00 GMT -5
Something separates me from other people
Everywhere I turn
There's something blocking my escape
A tired queen--that's what most were referring to her as these days. Despite her time away, and how it calmed her spirit some, the dread returned as soon as she stepped foot into the castle walls. Her vacation had been cut a bit short when she had received word that there was an attempt on her brother's life at the castle.
Although the assassin was not captured, everyone was highly on guard. Perhaps that, along with the fact that Zelda was not physically available, could have counted for reasons for such a delayed summon. She had returned home a few days before, but was advised not to see others until they had made sure everything had been secured. The Royal Family was to be watched more sternly, and Zelda loathed it ever since she was a child. Never any privacy, always being watched. Her time at Rhoam Manor was much needed with her betrothed.
When it had been cleared for her to begin answering to summoning requests, Zelda had made her way to the throne and waited patiently. Flanked by two sheikah guards who stood on either side, the young queen was garbed in a royal blue gown which kissed her skin generously. Her shoulders were exposed, the cold chill of the air causing the hairs on her neck to stand up.
Her attire seemed so much more complex now than when she was younger--her hair braided and woven with ribbons and lace, while a sapphire and gold circlet held it in place.
The guest had arrived, approaching in vermilion. Although she had never met the duchess before, she knew of their home and remembered their namesake when she was a child. There was a small bit of distrust for her; she knew why, and understood it was for the safety of their people, but she remembered well how they declined to choose a side until there was an all out war. Had they claimed the alliances of the vassals sooner, they could have been home sooner; and perhaps the calamity she had discovered would have been no threat.
Zelda's cerulean eyes were... tired. Perhaps not in a physical sense, but her gaze seemed to be lost. Maedhra spoke of being honored for her summon, to which Zelda tried to think best how to reply. Truly, she had no idea this was happening until last night.
"The honor is all mine, your grace," Zelda stated plainly. "I apologize for the wait. I heard you have been here for some time. There are... many things to review since the siege and I'm afraid it was all quite too much for myself after exhausting my powers in battle. I needed somewhere quiet to meditate."
The decision was made. As Majora broke the mask, Hylia knew that there was only one thing left to complete this journey. Majora released the souls which slaved from her masks and the goddess of time closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. There was only one way to do this properly; should she fail, her incarnation would die.
Twirling about, she rose her hands in the air and closed her eyes; the hosts of which Majora pawned appearing to be dazed and confused. "I call upon your power one last time, and then you may go in peace." Lifting her feet from the ground, Hylia levitated in the air, a sheen of glimmering daylight spanning out from her core. Her eyes reopened--engulfed entirely of holy light. She could not do this alone; the residual power of each of them being siphoned as she wove a web of light around her.
"O holy might, grant us safe passage. The Goddesses play their own games, and so we shall create our own."
The source; like a tiny sun which glistened in the center of the chamber grew larger with all the power Hylia had left. She lowered to the ground, grabbing her Ocarina from her pocket. "While this plays... put your entire essence into this creation. Use the power you have to create this world; to mirror it from ours. I will send you back far enough to find your way to us in the present as your future self."
Hylia reeled back, beholding witness to the calamity being thrown into darkness and disappearing, and the two goddesses were left in the darkness to recollect on what had occurred. Silence washed over the two of them, and Hylia's cerulean eyes fell over her sister carefully.
As Majora spoke of the technology, and what they must do to prepare, Hylia pursed her lips as she scanned the area, wondering what they could possibly do to prevent this from happening... but there was nothing. He would inevitably return.
"I do not have the power within myself to do what I've done in the past to protect my people," she murmured, a hand gently touching her face, which could be lifted as such like a mask, removing the powers. Her hand froze, as suddenly she turned to her sister, eyes widened in revelation.
"But you do," she gasped before turning back to the sheikah technology. "Perhaps with our powers combined, and by using what capacity you are capable of, we can create a parallel to this world, much like the Sacred Realm. They exist--I've seen them--we could use what power we have left to influence it's very wavelength to create a new Hyrule in its image!"
It would mirror this world; create an entirely new source of life--an entirely new source of power.
"Perhaps it would give us enough energy to create a new triforce... but to do so... you would need to denounce your divinity as well and follow in my steps as the oracle of that land. You'd forget everything you know now--until you are awakened. And the cycle will continue evermore, but it is necessary."
Wise words of the council, which badgered the queen from dawn until dusk on the safety and continuance of their renovations within the kingdom, it became apparent that she may have not been quite as present mentally as she was physically.
She was tired. Perhaps exerting powers within divine form had taken a toll which could only be rejuvenated by proper rest and meditation. One thing was for certain; she would be unable to properly do so if she remained at the castle. Handing the reigns to her brother, she bid her farewells and made her way to her beloved's estate.
As the carriage arrived to the property, Zelda lifted the curtains to view the manor as they approached. She let the sun's head radiate on her fair skin, and as she reclined within her seat, the carriage came to a halt. They had arrived.
As the coach stepped down and opened the door, the heiress exited quietly and looked to the estate carefully. It was somewhere she had not been in... quite some time. The last, when she had newly appointed Link as a thane. Before that... perhaps as a child? Spending her days unfulfilled as she meditated and failed miserably at awakening the power within her.
Now, she had all of the power a goddess could harness, and yet she still felt helpless. She would have to alert the others soon of her findings under the castle... but when?
Without hesitation, Hylia threw her hands forward, a beam of holy rays bursting into the Prince of Darkness. the surrounded him as he gnashed and threw himself around, attempting to break through and lunge at the goddesses. The patron of time did not avail. She threw every bit of her force into suppressing him, until finally, he was frozen.
Holding it for as long as she could, she turned to her sister. "Somewhere. Anywhere. Anywhere that will give us enough time to prepare for when he returns!" Her cerulean eyes widened in desperation as she let out a ragged breath, the feeling of her powers becoming overexerted.
"We don't have the Triforce. We need more time to collect the pieces! The Gods will not spare us for my mistakes of the past. They will not recreate it, and I don't think we can either."
"You know not the full story," Zelda turned to him quickly, one foot frozen in front of the other. "Trust me when I say there is more. I looked into the very boy's soul. In the time that I regained my powers and became whole... a new power within me was awakened. Although I cannot control it, I seem to be able to... dip into the past. To view a memory in which heavily weighs on them in that moment."
Slipping her hand into the pocket of her skirts, she pulled out what appeared to be a crimson beaded necklace. "This was tainted. It was a gift from the Gerudo people to celebrate his birth. It contained Majora's very essence and corrupted him from the moment it was laid around his neck. The power is weak, though. It will only grow through negative emotions, which his father seemed to inflict quite well. He was doomed from the start."
She looked back to the castle, taking a deep breath. Moving her hands to her chest, she closed her eyes and let the wind rain across her body. "A storm is coming. I don't know when, but our time is limited. Do not alarm the others until I am certain of what we are dealing with. The battle within the castle did not go... as planned."
"Rest," Zelda mused for a moment, wondering if she was able to fulfill such a request. Sure, she stayed in bed; she slept often and perhaps her anxieties had made her feeble and unable to unwind. Mayhap a vacation or some time away from the capital would prove fruitful. It was funny--despite spending so much time away from the castle, now that she had returned, she was ready to scatter away from it once more.
"I considered taking some time away," she murmured, "I know we've only just returned, but since stepping foot here once more, I found it hard to clear my mind. A jest from the gods, I suppose, now that I've fulfilled my goals, I am left with nothing but fog."
They were due to arrive to Labrynna within the coming weeks, to prepare her sister for her wedding. She had hoped she would survive until then, but perhaps some alone time with a small circle would be more suitable. "I will write to Link, perhaps I may journey to Rhoam Manner to spend some time in quiet peace. Artemis may resume my duties, with you and the others at his side."
The words which Ehrandil spoke next of Eleazar and his work against his cause rendered the princess to frown, shaking her head. "I truly pitied the poor soul. To never know love, to feel cast aside and with no one to call home. In his desperation he summoned something far greater than himself, and it consumed him."
She took a deep breath, taking a few steps as she began to pace down the cobblestone streets. "I do not deny that he was evil and merciless. He was a threat that needed to be removed. But this could have been avoided, had he only been shown compassion as a child."
The queen closed her cerulean eyes the moment Ehrandil approached her. Lips pursed, she closed her hands together in front of her as she listened to him speak. As he set the mask beside her, she looked to it slightly, before looking forward once more, a tired gaze yet met with restlessness washed upon her face.
"It had to be done," she said quietly. "We've all faked our death at some point, haven't we?" she smirked, the wind flowing past her, the ribbons in her hair cascading in golden locks. She took a deep breath, lifting her chin to the sun as she pushed the hair from her face behind her ear.
She thought she would be happier. She thought that liberating her kingdom would bring her peace, to finally live with the sense that there was none to oppose her family; to bring death and calamity. The sacrifices that those made in her stead--for only a sliver of peace? She did not want anyone else to die for her.
"Which war do you speak of? I feel my mind has been a mess for the last five years..." she admitted, taking a deep breath. "There's much to be done still. The repairs, the recruitment, the aid we offer to those who lost everything..."
But none would be able to prepare for what was yet to come. If it comes...
She wondered how long it would be to hear back from her divine sister. There was a ticking time bomb beneath the city, and Zelda's constant worry was utterly spent. She found it hard to reduce her anxieties, despite their victory. How would she explain to everyone that the fighting was naught but over?
The succor in which they would desperately search for; was the triforce truly gone forever? Would it be possible to forge a new one? Was there one that lingered in another world?
"We must proper train the recruits. We lost so many, and those that dwindled lost even more. For whatever may come, we need to strengthen our guard."
The two goddesses engaged endlessly - despite Hylia's hold on her chaotic sister, she was abruptly warped into a reality unknown. Everything roiled about her, as the two of them shifted into where their fight would conclude - a winner to be yet pronounced.
The two of them desperately shifted their strengths at one another, until they were violently forced into their new location. Hylia, stumbling to her knees as Majora stood above her with a disturbing simper behind the mask. Hylia watched her eyes flicker from her, to behind her, and suddenly her energy shifted. Slowly lifting the mask from her face, her eyes reveled in fear at what she had just witnessed, and the golden goddess could not help but to look back in response.
Why would she surrender her power so irresponsibly? What had she seen to cause her to disregard their strife? But her mouth gaped open in disbelief. Her eyes glued to what they had just bare witness to, and she slowly got up to her feet and looked back to her sister in trepidation.
"What in the gods..." she stammered out in response. She could feel the insurrection swell within her being, the evil which plagued the very semblance of the cavity. "The calamity returns."
A petrified being which skin clung to bone, sunken holes with absent eyes. A brilliant mane of cardinal draped behind it like a cloak, which clung to its head with ornaments of gold; The embodiment was chained by each limb, trapped within an orb of sheikah origin. It twisted and turned, like a puzzle, where each piece must be perfectly aligned should it ever be reopened - but their abrupt entrance and shift in energy had influenced the very nature of the room, and without little thought - their divine energy was the key to unlock it.
Each piece within the spherical wall seemed to fold back slowly, the grooves within the architecture radiating a brilliant orange, as the eyes of the spectral being suddenly smoldered vermilion. A low gnarl engulfed the chamber, and as the beast reeled its head back, it let out a howl which would shake the very land itself.
Hylia stepped back as she desperately turned to Majora. "We must stop it. Without the triforce--"
But the demonic being locked eyes with the two goddesses, clenching its body as it began to pull from the chains. The strength that emanated within such a fragile looking anatomy was inhuman, as its first arm snapped the very chain from the wall, screeching in defiance against the gods before it.
"Don't get cocky now, dear. The Old God's are responsible for the creating. Just because you can mend and mold, does not make you the master."
The vortex of space swirled around the Goddess as Majora had suddenly appeared on all sides of her. She stood still, in a combative stance with her blade as she watched each version of itself raise a blade to scatter her blood. The Hylian goddess closed her eyes, a sharp inhale as the clones all struck forward.
But with a wave of the golden goddess's hand, she flung her sword upwards, and froze time within their radius. Every clone was clung to the air in static as the goddess flung forward, pressing her hand into the neck of the most present Majora before slamming her down into the concrete floor. Cracks spiraled out, as the rapier fell toward the two, and Hylia grabbed it with her free hand.
"I was made in the image of them. The Old God's commanded that I lead THEM. I was sent to protect their relic. You abandoned your post when you became jealous, so they abandoned you and left you to die!" she belted out angrily as her grip squeezed tighter over her neck.
"I tried to protect you but they wanted you gone. I sent you away because they commanded it. Every mess you've ever made, I had to clean up behind you. Yet here you are, making me cleanse this earth of you again."
Gripping the blade and pointing it down, it began to glow in a cosmic radiance, sending it forward to undo what she's done.