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Post by Link Queensguard on Aug 3, 2020 16:45:52 GMT -5
Bureaucracy, politics, all that hogwash he had swore when he was younger was all over his head.So much of it loomed over his head with his new status, and as much as he sought to help Zelda where he could, in diplomacy and in court, he needed an escape from it all. So when he heard word of a new cave found in the mountains, filled with lost treasures and lost monsters, he knew the mission would be his. But there was an issue.
He obviously wouldn't be the only one to call to duty.
So he set out, the Master Sword at his waist instead of on his back, in a simple scabbard, and a normal arming sword in its place on his back. He wore a hood up, hiding anything above his nose from view without close observation, and simple clothes. If anyone were to join him in the request, it would be best they saw him as a simple adventurer, and not the Hero of Legend, nor of the prince-consort. It'd be much less of a headache, at the very least.
It was two day's travel to the cave, and he could already see Moblins lurking at the entrance from the vantage point he took some distance away. Watching also came with the benefit of anybody else willing to help showing up, so he waited, Epona grazing nearby safely as he watched, waiting.
Post by Link Queensguard on Jul 19, 2020 22:18:24 GMT -5
It took an unspoken command to Fi for her to get the message it was time for privacy. The spirit took back to the sword, safe in Link's sitting room, and for the first time in a very long time, Link and Zelda were truly alone. He sighed, leading her inside and closing the door. She was concerned for his well-being, as expected, and her concern warmed his heart.
"I've certainly been through worse, but it's mostly soreness at this point. Rest has done me some good. Have you been well, Zelda? Hearing you got whisked away into the politics was frustrating, to put it lightly. I'm glad you were able to get away from it all, at least for a time."
He found himself standing next to her, and almost instinctively, he took her hand, squeezing it gently, and he looked over, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Let's not stand around all day. I shouldn't push it too much, and I'm sure you're not here for a diplomatic visit. I've needed your touch for quite some time, and I demand an audience with my queen."
Post by Link Queensguard on Jul 12, 2020 23:14:32 GMT -5
Two. Hours. Early.
Link had no idea what had driven him to make it here before anyone else, whether it be the allure of adventure, or a good reason to get out of the house and escape feeling confined. Regardless, he had eagerly accepted Asthar's summons to help with a task in Holodrum. Epona had been left behind in a nearby village, and he had taken off on foot to the mouth of the cave where their task laid, setting up a temporary camp of sorts and starting a fire to make his breakfast as the sun rose. As bacon sizzled in his pan, he ran a whetstone along the Blade of Legend. He knew it didn't need sharpening, but the repetitiveness of the action was calming.
He found himself in quiet contemplation, pondering his feelings as of late. No panic held his heart anymore, and even Zelda was able to tell how he walked with an air of confidence he had lacked for a long while. Unconsciously, his hand twitched, and he almost swore he could see the Crest of Courage on his hand, but he smiled, and with a small shake of his head, sheathed the master Sword and began to plate his breakfast.
He was kicking dirt into the ashes as he saw figures approaching in the distance, and stood up, stomping out the last remaining embers before waving to them, moving to meet them. He knew Asthar would join them personally, but the letter had mentioned a plus one. Oddly enough, he was happy to see the friend to the royal family, and as he approached gave another hearty wave.
Post by Link Queensguard on Jul 10, 2020 3:58:02 GMT -5
He couldn't help but laugh softly at their dilemma as they embraced, her hand clutching his hair. His own held closely to her dress, holding her as close as they could, as if to make sure her heart still beat, that this is real. He took a moment to make eye contact with her guard, soldiers he had fought alongside and led, trained with, grown with. They were still dedicated to stay there. All he had to do was move his head towards the sword spirit observing from the porch, and spoke.
"Zelda's safe in my charge. You can guard the perimeter."
He was satisfied when his own guard turned heel, moving to their posts, but sighed when Zelda's didn't budge, and whispered in her ear.
"I think we're going to have to lock them out, or you're going to have to order them away. They can't disobey their queen, after all. I'm not in much of a shape to cause a scene, but I would much prefer our privacy as well."
He broke their embrace, and took her hand, leading her to the porch, eyes slightly on her guard. Then he looked back, to Fi, and an idea came to him.
"Besides, there's somebody you need to meet. You could say she's an old friend."
Fi was still a distance away, watching as they approached. She remembered Zelda well, had even spoken to several incarnations of the Goddess. But to see how close they were made Fi feel... Something. She hypothesized it was something akin to the human feeling of joy, and it would be a shame to ruin the moment. But she saw her master watching the royal guard, he wanted them gone. She moved forward, meeting Link at the steps, where he stopped, the guard stopping close by.
"Master, I see that these guards are causing you distress. Without engagement, I predict a chance of zero that they will leave."
"It's alright, Fi. There's no need to engage, they were just going to their posts, right? After all, having a sword spirit chosen by Hylia herself is plenty safe, no?"
Her master's actions confused her, but she knew not to question it, and nodded, turning to the guard.
"It is Hylia's will that you leave these two be. I will tend to the queen."
And with that, she followed as Link opened the door to let Zelda in the estate.
Post by Link Queensguard on Jun 25, 2020 2:46:20 GMT -5
Every joint in his body was stiff as could be, even with a few days of rest. He had taken to resting in his home, attended to, oddly enough, by his own guard, of all things, and it just didn't feel right. The fire of battle still filled his veins, but the burn of combat was prominent in every joint, every muscle. Even the arrow wound he had sustained, despite healing, still burned a dull brand into his shoulder. The doctors suspected that it was nerve damage, but he knew that the wound was deeper than that. Still, the feeling wasn't as dull as before, and every time he held his sword, he felt the warmth of Courage pulse through his veins. Still, he felt that lingering fear again, but it was the thought that he hadn't failed this time that let him push on.
Fi was fine company, if not somewhat inhuman, but he had enjoyed her presence in the downtime, teaching him of his past incarnations, teaching him of the long line behind him. Long hours were spent in his newly acquired study, taking in the past to forget the present.
But he knew he missed Zelda, and in receiving word she was finally coming, he found himself, for once, light on his feet, the pain less, his heart quickening. He had barely seen her after the battle, her ascension to queen and subsequent duties attended to while he recovered. He had dressed in his finest, the blue tunic tailored for him that she loved so covering a fine shirt, and was waiting outside the door. he didn't hold the sword with him, but Fi followed regardless, watching from the porch of the manor. Link, clearly excited, smiled as Zelda stepped from her carriage, bouncing on the balls of his feet, and she she approached, his guard went down on one knee, and he took a deep bow, before standing and looking at her with admiration.
"Your Majesty, your presence is... Way too long coming. Gods, I've missed you."
And he moved forward, picking her up in a tight, loving hug.
Post by Link Queensguard on Jun 16, 2020 15:58:33 GMT -5
How long has it been since you’ve last heard the calling of war, chosen of Hylia?
The battle was all around him, assaulting every sense he had in old, familiar ways. The din of the battle, the sight of steel cleaving through leather, the smell of viscera. The feeling of soreness, his shoulder burning from blocking the halberd, the copper taste of blood in his mouth. But he was still there, and still fine to fight. He had a moment’s breath, and as the incantation was finished, he felt things pop back into place, the healer’s charm removing his soreness, his minor injuries. Even the tooth that had been knocked loose and hastily put back in was fixed. But he could waste no more time. The charge of the Royal Family needed their commander.
He walked back to the front lines, slowly, where the archers were, keeping the Rogue Order’s defense of the Castle Wall left where they couldn’t peek out, but he could hear their battle-bards chanting, playing their drums, and knew they were planning something. This wasn’t a battle he could afford to lose, not this time. Drawing the Master Sword from its scabbard, the metal sang, a call that was met by the sounds of all the swords behind him drawn as well.
He took off running as his people did, the sound of running and galloping only overshadowed by the cry of the final charge. Their archers ceased the volley, instead drawing other weapons of their own to join the assault. His sole focus was on precisely what Esme and the strategists had pointed out as the weak point of the defense: a wall, damaged by the initial siege, that would get them in the castle walls.
But then, the familiar whistling of arrows started again, this time from the other side. There were cries among his people, those who saw their death moments before them, but he was steeled. They had readied for this. From the cover of cloud, emerged a regiment of winged figures, the Rito given the sole task of protecting the Hero. Their wind magic knocked most the arrows away, scattering them in no man’s land, and the few that made it through were met with raised shields, including Link’s own. He couldn’t help but smile, as the plan had worked, and took a moment as he continued moving to look around. Soldiers to his every side, now dispersing to take their positions in the battle, the front line meeting the enemy, and-
He knew that horse anywhere, as he had introduced its rider to it years ago, when he had taught the youngest of the Royal Family on horseback. Esme was in armor, her Sheikah guard keeping pace with her as she ran further into the chaos. Her bow was drawn, and arrow after arrow flew from her bow, but she was not meant to be here.
What destiny will you face, Hero? Do you have a chance for redemption?
He took off running in her direction, pushing through the front line 20 feet from where her guard began their assault, dancing from shadow to shadow, carving Esme a path. He met his enemies head on, bashing aside a spear on the front line, then driving the Master Sword through the wielder’s eye socket. His dance was precise, trained, but desperate. He could not disappoint Zelda again, his duty was to the Royal Family. A soldier of Majora on horseback rode up to him, brandishing a halberd, but fell before reaching him as a crossbow bolt painted his neck red, and Link took the moment his horse reared to knock the body from the saddle, hopping on the horse and pulling the reins. It was clear the rider spent no time with the beast, as it simply accepted its new rider, and he took off in a gallop towards the sight of the Princess, disappearing into a gap in the wall - one he’d used years before to sneak away with Zelda, nonetheless.
He thinks to defy our judgment, he thinks himself worthy. He is a fool.
His horse was left behind as he reached the wall, squeezing through the gap.
No response but the din of battle behind him. Cursing, he moved through the gardens that hid his secret escape, looking for something that could guide him. And there, an arrow buried in the dirt, signs of an altercation. Small signs like this were a breadcrumb trail into the very castle the Princess called home, and he suddenly knew where she was going. Two guards met his path, only to become two corpses lying behind him as he ran. Then, more bodies, this time of Sheikah, and he knew the fate of some of her guard. She was in trouble.
The door splintered as kicked at it, the scene before him playing out in slow motion. Three guards, three crossbows, the Princess standing in her own room, unable to take all three down quick enough. It’s too late to show such promise. Where you failed before, you will fail again to prove your Courage.
There was no thought in his action, no consideration for himself as he charged, hearing four bowstrings fire at once, and even as one man fell, and Esme reached for another arrow and drew it, it was too mate. But suddenly she found herself knocked to the side, and there was two thunks, and a cry out. One bolt, buried directly in the crest of Hyrule, and on buried in his shield shoulder. He bit his tongue to stifle the pain, but his gaze was level, his conviction steeling him, and as his hand held the Master Sword tighter, it began to glow.
IMPOSSIBLE. He does not hold our gift, he cannot have the Courage to-
Esme watched as the blade of the sword glowed a divine white, watched him cast his shield aside as his injured arm hung down, but he moved forward, moving the sword across his body as the guards reloaded, and still ten feet from them, slashed from left to right. There was a wave of energy from wall to wall, the sword firing off what energy had been stored in it, and a cry as the two guards were knocked back, dead before they could even finish leveling their weapons.
And all this time, Link knew he hadn’t been hearing clearly at all. It wasn’t the sound of battle that mattered, none of it should have affected him. As he planted the tip of the Master Sword to lean on it, panting in pain, he saw the royal mark on it glow, and he listened. He finally heard what his subconscious could in that battle.
“Master, I am finally with you again. You need not worry.”
There was an audible gasp as Link looked behind him, looking at what had been behind him this whole time, but only recently this physically. The spirit floated silently, looking down at him, and he looked closely, dropping the sword to reach a hand for her. “Fi… That’s your name. You’re the one who spoke to me. You’re-”
“Yes, Master Link. You have awoken my power at its fullest once again. So long as you breathe, I will be by your side. Though my information on this emotion is incomplete, I once again feel… Happiness. But time is short. The act of staying here increases the probability that you and the Princess will die. We must make haste. I will guide us."
It took a quick moment, and Esme’s help, to remove the bolt from his arm, and a bandage stifling the wound, before he collected his sword and shield. Looking down at the sword, he saw what was once a white blade now was tinted blue, shining, and he could feel something familiar burning inside him. With newfound conviction, and alongside Esme and the long-lost sword spirit, he ran, knowing exactly where he was needed. I’m coming, Zelda.
This- This is not possible! I stripped him of my very gift, and everyone in Hyrule like him. He doesn't wield my Triforce!
Sister, consider that may not entirely be true. We have seen those who have found the Shards, perhaps the hero possesses a piece of his former glory. That, and the presence of Hylia on her land again, maybe have caused a harmonic convergence.
Be as it may, it is not our place to interfere with mortal affairs, sisters. Long have we grown past that folly. Let this hero have his Courage, he will not succeed, as he did not last time.
Perhaps we were wrong about you after all, Hero. May Courage lead you down the path you were always meant, on abandon you in the inevitable end. I will be watching.
Post by Link Queensguard on May 26, 2019 18:29:16 GMT -5
"Not medical, just... Where am I? How did I get here?"
He took the time to look around, familiar with nothing in the vicinity. He was just in a desert, and Majora had tricked him, but where had she sent him? It looked like no part of Hyrule, or any other land he knew of. Instead, he looked to the girl, blonde like him, and shakily stood erect, wiping the sweat he had just realized was there from his brow. No, she wasn't familiar either, but she was offering help.
"I... I was tricked into being sent here. That mask... Don't touch it, it's dangerous. I just need... Zelda. I need to find her."
His words were hard to get out, almost as if an emotional weight was on his very being. He was aware, but everything felt sluggish, and as he tried to take a step, he stumbled forward, landing next to the visage of the Fierce Deity, barely catching himself. But it was quiet now, just painted wood, and all he could hear was the red rage of the memories of wearing it, if they could be called that.
"I... Might need some medical attention, but no witches. Where else can you take me? I need... To see if anybody knows what happened to me. I need to find Zelda, and then Majora..."
Post by Link Queensguard on Jan 13, 2019 16:18:15 GMT -5
Everything was a blur, like space itself was being pulled around Link as he fell through what he could only describe as infinity. There was snippets of memory he remembered, masked by an immeasurable rage he remembered feeling, and the thought that Zelda was in danger, and he had been tricked. It made sense, with the mask he clenched onto as if his life depended on it, but it offered no salvation from his current situation. The sword's spirit chimed at him in panic, but no words were coming through amidst the lingering haze of bloodfury and panic.
And suddenly there was a blink in everything around him, and with a booming sound, he found himself hiting ground, the mask clattering away a foot to his left as he groaned. Grass, not the most solid ground, but solid enough to have taken the wind from his lungs. But he wasn't falling through space anymore, and slowly he stood, still disoriented. The sword twinkled, but he paid the sword spirit no mind, instead pushing to his feet and stumbling over to the mask. He picked it up, and swayed, dizzy again, but a voice caught his attention, shocking him.
He saw what seemed to be a figure with a sword, but his vision spun, and he found himself taking uneasy steps forward before collapsing against a tree, and heard another whisper. One from the memories of wearing the mask, as fleeting as they were.
Shaking his head, he put a hand over his eyes and squinted.
"I... I don't think I'm well. Could you possibly help?"
Post by Link Queensguard on Nov 14, 2018 0:58:03 GMT -5
Nights were always the worst for Link. It was too familiar to his own personal hell, the torture he had to endure for years coming back to him in the shroud of night. Having Zelda close had helped, but there were nights she couldn't be there. Though most nights he slept lightly, this was the night that the Master Sword was reforged, and his muscles and mind ached with exhaustion. He slept soundly, but in rough dreams, and the sword sat upon a nearby table, unsheathed.
But even the dark memories of his torture could stop the voice of the sword in his head.
Master, there is an intruder! Act swiftly!
Instinct snapped in as his eyes opened from deep sleep, confused but alert, and he took the split second to register the figure moving towards him as the only pause he had. It was almost second nature to grasp the wooden hilt of the hunting knife under his pillow, and he sat up. The motion unsheathed the blade, and in the little moonlight in the room, it glinted as it pointed at the intruder. The glow of the sword faded, and the last thing before near darkness hit again was Link's eyes narrowing.
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."
Post by Link Queensguard on Apr 27, 2018 19:25:26 GMT -5
Even at the best times I'm out of my mind
Eau de résistance
t baffled Link as to why the Witch had taken away Zelda. It was clear from prior encounters that she was very much meant to be kept alive in some way or another, but to be sent to a different land? Something was off. He had kept quiet about Zelda's status, intent on confronting the Witch about it herself.
"Good thinking. Though something tells me that cover might not be enough."
Almost as if an answer to his statement, there was a musical chime through the air, and Link nodded as if agreeing with the sound.
"Something seems fishy about this. I've read stories of the Gerudo speaking highly of this witch, but for her to turn heel and kidnap subjects? What goal does she meet with all this?"
He began strapping on as little of his armor on that he could, mostly arm and leg protection, and pulled leather armor from his horse's saddlebags instead of his breastplate. The sand would be annoying to clean out, but that was the least of his worries. His pack was thrown on over them, and the Master Sword was hung at his waist, instead of on his back like normal.
"I'll keep an eye out for the other prisoners, but Zelda will have to be the priority. I have concerns."
Post by Link Queensguard on Apr 27, 2018 11:50:02 GMT -5
fear doesn't rule me, not anymore
"You know, I don't think I've ever met a king I actually liked. So forgive me if I don't respect your rule as much as you think I should."
His hand dropped from his sword, and instead crossed over his chest, as he listened to the requests given to him. When they were done, he stood in silent contemplation. There wasn't much of a choice if a goddess - most likely the one Zelda had told him about- had taken her to this other land, but he also knew making a deal with this tyrant would be problematic in the future. Finally, his eyes met Eleazar's.
"Your help in this regard is appreciated, but I can't help but think that dropping our defenses works in our benefit, and too much in yours. If I assume your plans directly, her coming to harm works out of your benefit, and leaving to get her yourself leaves you too vulnerable. A courageous man would say you almost seem desperate. Desperate enough to ask of help from me.
I'll comply to the laying down of arms, but only if it comes in the form of a ceasefire until I have retrieved Zelda and ensured she is safe. You have your deal, though I want to hear how you plan on getting me to this... Termina first."
Post by Link Queensguard on Apr 24, 2018 21:34:30 GMT -5
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...
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.
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.
Post by Link Queensguard on Apr 4, 2018 23:29:47 GMT -5
For the first time in forever, he laughed. It was just a chuckle, but it was strides beyond his state at the time being. His smile faded with her kiss, and he instead held her close, studying her in the flickering light of the portal.
"Without me? Probably not much, we are two pieces of a bigger puzzle, after all."
His hand held her cheek as he laid there, content to just stare at her, those features that he could recognize even in the dark of the dungeon. Good memories took over the bad for once, even if only briefly. He said nothing, only drinking in the moment, allowing him a small solace in a world of pain. But all times pass, and before long his arm was cramping against the stone ground. With a smile, he gave her a small kiss, then stood up, offering her a hand. After helping her out, he would look around, curious what else there was.
"Whatever is in here, we need to find... I feel something, but... I don't know where to go. I guess it's this?"
He gestured at the portal, shrugging.
"Why did we even come here? Was there something specific we're seeking, or..."
Admittedly, in his haze of trauma, he had never caught onto it, but now with her there for him, and him her, the world felt a little clearer. He found him picking up his loaned sword, sliding it in the sheath, and held his hand out.