Feel Alive [c/fb]
Dec 19, 2018 19:18:49 GMT -5
edited on Dec 19, 2018 19:19:42 GMT -5 by Artemis Hyrule
Post by Artemis Hyrule on Dec 19, 2018 19:18:49 GMT -5
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OUR FATE WAS CHOSEN BY THE GODS
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The prince closed his eyes for only a second before feeling the warmth of Annora's hand on his arm. Looking over slowly, he listened to her words which sent a spiral of strange emotions through his body. His face felt warm, his stomach tight, and the hairs at the edge of his skin stuck up as though he would shiver from the cold.
Not to be alone... that was truly something that he didn't really know. He always placed himself against others, even if they were close to him. Becoming too familiar meant putting them in danger, and although he would confide in Zelda, whom was really the only person he could speak to about his troubles, she was away - stuck in the limbo of sleep and who knew when she'd awaken--if she'd awaken.
And if she didn't awaken... that would leave him in charge. He'd have to take her place in this battle, and figure out how to properly bring the kingdom back into its original balance without the sealing magic Zelda worked so hard to perfect. Could they really defeat Majora without her strength?
In a way, although the title of firstborn heir was taken from him upon his birth, he was terrified of stumbling into the role if she were to not come back. The jealousy had caused him to act out in the passed - it caused him to hone his skills to become the best leader he possibly could, to show that he was heir material. But overtime, his love for his sister, and support of her cause had hindered such envy and allowed him to live in the comfort of where he would end up.
The Isle was small though. It was large to travel, yes, but too small to find royalty among it that were ready for courting and ability to rule. Anyone he would marry, he'd surely be sent to their home to live with them, rather than taking them back to Hyrule, and it was a scary thought.
Being forced to live in hiding within the Lost Woods truly humbled him to call home wherever his heart was... but some days he often wondered where his heart truly lied--or if he even had a heart.
"It's... been a long four years, I'll admit," he murmured. "And just these recent months have been the hardest. Zelda worked so tirelessly to save that boy, and now we don't know if she'll even wake up. We can only hope he truly is the Hero we need, and that he'll step up to the plate to defeat Majora. If Zelda can't, then he has to."
He looked up into her pale eyes, a gloss pervading through his irises. "Goddesses forgive me for being so cold. Bringing people into my life has only caused more strife, and I'm afraid that if we become close, you'll surely meet the same fate. Is that something you're willing to endure?"
The prince closed his eyes for only a second before feeling the warmth of Annora's hand on his arm. Looking over slowly, he listened to her words which sent a spiral of strange emotions through his body. His face felt warm, his stomach tight, and the hairs at the edge of his skin stuck up as though he would shiver from the cold.
Not to be alone... that was truly something that he didn't really know. He always placed himself against others, even if they were close to him. Becoming too familiar meant putting them in danger, and although he would confide in Zelda, whom was really the only person he could speak to about his troubles, she was away - stuck in the limbo of sleep and who knew when she'd awaken--if she'd awaken.
And if she didn't awaken... that would leave him in charge. He'd have to take her place in this battle, and figure out how to properly bring the kingdom back into its original balance without the sealing magic Zelda worked so hard to perfect. Could they really defeat Majora without her strength?
In a way, although the title of firstborn heir was taken from him upon his birth, he was terrified of stumbling into the role if she were to not come back. The jealousy had caused him to act out in the passed - it caused him to hone his skills to become the best leader he possibly could, to show that he was heir material. But overtime, his love for his sister, and support of her cause had hindered such envy and allowed him to live in the comfort of where he would end up.
The Isle was small though. It was large to travel, yes, but too small to find royalty among it that were ready for courting and ability to rule. Anyone he would marry, he'd surely be sent to their home to live with them, rather than taking them back to Hyrule, and it was a scary thought.
Being forced to live in hiding within the Lost Woods truly humbled him to call home wherever his heart was... but some days he often wondered where his heart truly lied--or if he even had a heart.
"It's... been a long four years, I'll admit," he murmured. "And just these recent months have been the hardest. Zelda worked so tirelessly to save that boy, and now we don't know if she'll even wake up. We can only hope he truly is the Hero we need, and that he'll step up to the plate to defeat Majora. If Zelda can't, then he has to."
He looked up into her pale eyes, a gloss pervading through his irises. "Goddesses forgive me for being so cold. Bringing people into my life has only caused more strife, and I'm afraid that if we become close, you'll surely meet the same fate. Is that something you're willing to endure?"
