This oneshot is based on trailers officially released by Nintendo. I have looked at no leaked copies, nor have I looked at the leaked art book.
It was a unique pain, one he had never felt before unless it was merely long forgotten. Perhaps it was a sensation a past life had grown to loathe, dread like a chronic pain, or even love, like scratching an itch well-kept by the laughter of fate. At the moment, however, Link hadn’t the kind of history with this pain to loathe it or love it. All he knew was the agony of the here and now.
It felt as if his arm was being ripped apart. The burning sensation of malice he knew from his travels upon Hyrule was present, but accompanying it was the rough violin of skin peeling, the harsh piano of bones breaking, and the over-strung harp of muscles and ligaments snapping. Link held his forearm tight, as if that would stop the surging malice in it’s tracks. He panted, squirming and wincing where he stood, and drums pounded in his ears so loud he didn’t know whether or not he was screaming.
Through his squinted eyes he saw green, fading, blurry, but green. This green was like grass on a rainy day, shining with drops of resplendent fluid. Shaped like orbs, these two parapets of green implored him in a way he did not know. He felt the ground beneath his knees, and had no idea when he had fallen to sit on his heels.
The sound was clouded and ethereal, but he recognized his name, her voice.
Her hand was like a flute, soft and gentle, instilling him with a melody so satisfying that he could drown out the pain. Zelda came into focus with a warm light. She held the torch and looked at him with concern.
“What’s…happening…” Link made out as he breathed heavily.
Zelda stole a glance behind her at something Link didn’t see.
“Everything’s fine.” It sounded like a lie but Link wanted to believe it. “Just stay with me.”
As the rest of his surroundings came into focus, Link looked down at his arm. It wasn’t torn, like it felt, but charred and burnt and withered. He shook at the sight, the shock overwhelming him. He held the hilt of the Master Sword still, somehow, as if the malice had glued it into his hand. However, the sword was now a wilted fraction of what it once was. Zelda dropped the torch to place her other hand on his cheek, redirecting his gaze back to her eyes.
“You’re okay,” she tried a smile, then repeated it. “You’re okay.”
It sounded like a lie that even she didn’t believe.
The ground beneath them shook suddenly, and it tossed them apart like rocks thrown off of either of the Dueling Peaks. Link pushed against the cave grounds as soon as he got his bearings only to see Zelda rolling off the edge and out of his sight.
“Zelda!” He exclaimed as he scrambled up, ignored the pain in his arm, dropped the Master Sword, and jumped, reaching for her.
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