A Long Time Ago

A long time ago…

There are things you cannot do, when you’re the princess’s only knight. You cannot be uncertain, your blade can never waver. Your will must be as sure as your swordhand—unchanging, steadfast, and tempered like iron.

There are things you cannot do, when you’re the princess’s only knight. You cannot carry pride; there is no ego. They are not your weapons, and have no place in your sheath or quiver. If there are those who do not recognize your face or respect the colors you bear, you do not balk, you do not protest. Those who are blinded and tongue-tied by the knowledge of your renown are often more trouble than they’re worth. You don’t feel that renown should belong to you. You were only making up for your past failures. Just like you are now. You see her falling into the chasm again, her fingers inches from yours. You pull your cowl closer. Anonymity is a gift—after all, your name, your mind, your will is hers.

There are things you cannot do, when you’re the princess’s only knight. “But so is my heart,” you cannot say. “She’s my only love. My princess became the dragon, she has soared above a land she can’t remember for thousands of years without knowing why. Her tears fall upon the plains and hills and mountains. I almost hope they’re not for me.”

Of course you cannot say that. You’re not even sure you know how. Those who know you now do not know you by your words—there is only one woman who does, and she soars through the clouds, nameless.

“I came from the lands above the clouds.” (“I failed her. Again.”) “She said, ‘You must find me.’” (“For her sake? For mine? Or for our kingdom?”) “Whatever you say.” (“I’d willingly die if it brought her back. You know that, right?”) “I haven’t found her yet.” (“I’m a failure. I made my vow into a joke.”) “It was a decoy.” (“He took her voice. He made me hope. He’ll die for that.”) “I’m alright.” (“I visited her house yesterday. It still smells like flowers.”) “She’s a dragon.” (“She’s my only love. She didn’t know my voice.”)

“She’s waiting for me,” you say to yourself over the clop-clop of the horse’s hooves beneath you. “She’s waiting for me,” you mutter under the crackle of the fire, the laughter of those around you falling deaf on your ears. “She’s waiting for me,” you sob, knees hitting the floor of the classroom where she used to teach, the four walls bathed in moonlight looking through your tear-blinded eyes like a church. “She’s waiting for me,” you whisper in the pitch-dark, collapsing and crawling on your hands and knees, sweat in your eyes, vast stone ceiling above, with nothing but the ominous glow of the sword on your back to guide you. You hear a sound, stumble to your feet. Your hand flies to the hilt of your sword.

“I’m coming,” you say through gritted teeth.

I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.

And I promise, no one will stop me from carrying you home.

Zelink Week 2024 Day 3 - BLOOMING Pre-Calamity, this heart-warming time period set right after "Blades of the Yiga" Memory. ❤️

Zelda finally accepts Link's presence by her side...her feelings blooming into friendship...and love❤️

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‼️FLASH WARNING‼️

MAKING THIS FELT LIKE A FEWER DREAM, I started as soon as I found out about the game, worked for five days straight, no pause, NEVER finished it

I prob won’t finish it in the future either so I’m just posting it like this

Puppet link content let’s gooo!

Song is Lobster by RJ Pasin

I love this au 😍😍

“I’ll always come back to you.”

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Zelda sci-fi AU~ Thank you so much for the love shown to this AU! I’m really enjoying creating stuff for it~

I thought this dynamic would be cute with them ☺️