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▲ Hylia's Chosen Hero ▲ Status: Semi-Active ▲ Read rules before interacting ▲ Est. 06/3/16

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you were born into legend, sentenced to carry out the burdened blood that crafted your lineage. your words are silenced by a duty that outweighs the inclination to aspire to be someone unbound by destiny.

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〖 holy shit look at all these new followers. Ive totally been inactive because of life but I’ll definitely get back to the gist of things sooner or later.〗

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art by: ゆのす

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〖 Spent two days editing pics and coding and working on a theme that I still hate. I honestly feel like re-doing everything all over again but whatever. 〗

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ℂ𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖

Warmth. The sun shone down on the goddess, giving her a feeling of warmth and comfort the heavens could never give her. It was such a simple thing, so beautiful. Hylia herself was always happy when she got to visit the mortal world, even now she found herself enjoying moments such as these. It was certainly harder to enjoy them, but with her chosen hero next to her it eased a bit of the pain and anxiety she had been feeling.

The shawl she was wearing slightly covered her face as she gazed upon the sky, looking at its blueness that day. Clouds barely speckled the sky, but the vibrant blue against the white made them stand out more, as a slight breeze managed to make the day feel even better. 

“𝒯𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉?” A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned her gaze to Link. He was so… worthy. He was always so determined and even after what had happened he wanted the best. He was so pure and she could help but smile a little just seeing him.

“𝒟𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉.” It was true, the beauty of it all was such an eye opener that she could not help but want to spend the rest of eternity finding a way to protect it all. But more importantly her people she wished to protect, no matter what the cost.

Still she knew that it would not last forever, and she also knew she needed to talk to him about something. She was the one who asked him to follow her so they could talk privately. She had told him they would talk about the future and tactics against Demise and his forces. No matter how strong he was, they had time on their hand. But Hylia herself knew time was running out. Very quickly.

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❯➤ Such peace and such tranquility transpired their current location in a manner that one may even not realize the dire situation they were in. Link had awoken from a short nap, proceeded by a request of the beautiful goddess that walked the earth. Hylia, oh she was the light of his world. She was the light to the people, and the last hope to their lingering humanity.  Corrupted by demons and the minions of Demise, the lush green land before them provoked no sort of harm. It was rather ironic, for green was the color of his chosen tunic. A green world meant one with life, vigor, nature- A world that Link desperately yearned for.  Oh how he planned to accomplish that task. No matter what the cost. 

“It’s definitely worth cherishing, my Goddess,” a gentle smile sprawled into his lips, eyes meeting the deity beside him. “It fits not the current situation, but I am glad of this change of pace, even if it is only for a short amount of time.” To stand beside her in a moment of silence was a gift. Rare was she to show her face- or in fact, any god did such an act- so seeing her communicate and feel her people’s pain was more than he could have ever asked for.  Gods were special beings, they had no need to walk amongst their people- but Hylia did. That’s why he so loved her as a Goddess ( ah but romantically would be a different scenario for the young man ).  “To protect the ones we love, the people we care for, our family- it is us, your people whom you desire to keep alive, and it is us, your people, who wish to fight for you.” He cleared his throat, finding himself rambling more than usual. Yet their unspoken agreement only furthered his resolve. The Goddess was someone he felt open to. He was her chosen hero, and Link believed in the bond they shared. But as much as he yearned to talk less about the war, the subject can only be avoided so much. Not too sure whether or not he should immediately change their conversation, he waited for the Goddess to address the situation. 

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starter call.

〖 Throwing this out here.  Like or message me if you’ll be up for plotting with a LoZ First Hero blog. I’m more curious to see possible plots and interactions. I’d also be interested to meet ACTIVE LoZ blogs, but I’m not limited to them.  Thank you. 〗

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