returned again, but different.

this is just me being overly emotional about zelda. call me saker. any pronouns, adult. archaictunic is my appointed knight.

[sageospirit]

A miracle. It was a miracle, she could describe it no better. Never did Mineru imagine that she would be standing next to her once more. It was supposed to be irreversible, a fate worse than death, but...

Ghostly hands grasps at Zelda's, her eyes observing. The sharp claws, the scales that littered her body, her distinct eyes―they were all proof of her sacrifice of self. And yet, despite all odds, she was here, in front of her, roaming the skies of Hyrule no longer.

“Is it truly…” She whispers, only to trail off, left speechless. Oh, how Mineru had so many questions, yet no words leave her mouth. They stand in silence, in awe, at her return.

for @princessofsacredlight / ♥

[princessofsacredlight]

She doesn't know what to say, at first. She stares with wide eyes, a slight tremor shaking her fingers before she takes Mineru's hands in her own. She had seen this spirit form only once before. The memory pains her. That was intended to be the last time they ever saw each other.

But now... but here... Zelda can feel her chest swelling with everything, blinking back the tears that threaten to fall. She takes a few deep breaths, composing herself.

"Yes, I've returned to Hyrule. I'm home and- oh, Mineru, I'm so sorry, I know you'd said it was forbidden! It worked, and the Demon King, he's-"

The events from the past few days had been a whirl. She didn't know if Mineru had seen it. As quickly as she'd started speaking, the energy seemed to drain away from her.

[princessofsacredlight]

( blacked out for a day but finally got an outfit for zelda done. gotta do work aaah i just want to play.... )

[princessofsacredlight]

Timerailia had thought about the imprisoning war that just ended recently and most importantly her younger twin brother Tenebris who was forced to be the Demon King's puppet she had to calm him down but it was already too late as 5 out of the sages were wiped off of their memories of the twin gods that fought with them. However, little did she know that it will be the path forward for the Sage of Creation forever when the Sage of Time came to visit.

( it'd be helpful if you had a blog url here so i could read some about your characters! i am a bit confused as to what is going on here so if you could send me additional information it would be helpful ;0; )

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( just opened my askbox!! didn't realize it was closed... fool hours are always for me )

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( glances around... is interested in trying to write more zelda... is super open to interaction but is a bit nervous about reaching out for a lil bit )

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[ goin on break for a while! sorry bout posting an interest and then immediately bouncing... one million stressors at once makes a guy go into hibernation ]

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[ soft kinda interest check! not really tagging anything, just wants to see if anyone is interested in writing with my zelda! slowly building confidence to actually send asks or respond to open starters ]

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zelda can't hear anything in her mind, can't make sense of the thoughts she's having, and then a touch grazes her cheek. it brings to mind the feeling of someone crawling through her mane, that same gentle touch, but smaller, hardly noticeable. she notices it now. she raises a hand in turn to hold onto his.

she still can't believe link is in front of her. then, it hits- she moves her hand to her forehead. there's nothing but a bangle. her eyes shift past link's face so she can listen to the song of the sword.

" she made it back to you... then that means hyrule is safe? you were able to defeat the demon king? "

[archaictunic]

link watches her carefully, almost nervous that if he takes his eyes off of her, she'll vanish again. when her hand holds his, he could almost cry himself. she's home. she's here. she's alive. that is more than he could've ever hoped for. he'd almost given up the idea of having her back at all — convinced that he'd be the her sole remaining follower while she swirled amongst the clouds.

when she addresses the sword he finally tears his eyes away from her, turning his head to look at it. his own special destiny — the burden he cannot get away from. no, not a burden, but a promise. he knows that the sword is special, that he is special for wielding her.

the princess's knight nods in response. twice. answering both of zelda's questions. he reaches back with his free hand, drawing the sword from her sheath, presenting the repaired blade to the princess — a means of pointing out the differences, to thank her. this wouldn't have been possible if she didn't help. if he didn't find her. if she didn't catch him, up there in the air, and if he didn't catch her here.

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zelda can't hold back another sob at seeing the sword. it was worth it, o, hylia, it was all worth it. she reaches out as if to touch the sword, but she holds link's hand again. she squeezes, just a bit too tight, claws clacking against his. these hands are new.

she urges him to put the sword away. she feels unsteady in her body, this form something she hasn't felt in a very long time, and yet she moves forward. she mutters an apology for not being very gracious in her return, but she still can't believe it. she'd never expected to be able to feel this again.

an hour before, she, as a dragon, had felt a call to the castle. she circled there mindlessly, aware of the world below her, but nothing else. when ganon surged forward from the depths below, she knew it could not be good. she did not feel the pull to act, however, until she had seen that small form in his maw.

now, she didn't need to have a fear that he may not raise his head. now, she could look him in the eyes as she wrapped her arms around him, able to hold him without crushing him, able to do nothing but feel. she tucked him into her shoulder, struggling not to break down completely, but her thanks was heard.

" thank you, thank you, thank you. you truly are the hero we needed- i can't say it enough- thank you. "

[princessofsacredlight]

it was ultimate faith more than anything.

she had known the knight for a very long time. she had seen him in passing at the castle, receiving a vastly different tutelage than her. he ran, he played, he swore to his duty, and he achieved it. he was special.

she was... not.

yes, she was the princess. of course. in name, in blood, but she wasn't everything she was supposed to be. every princess and queen of hyrule had been stunning, perfect, and able to fill their duty without any effort at all. that's how it seemed in her books. from what she remembered of her mother, that's how it was in real life as well.

zelda was a failure; she knew that. she would be the end of hyrule and all its people, purely because she could not unlock the sacred light.

she despised the knight that so easily achieved his destiny.

she never expected to depend on him so wholly.

zelda found she believed herself to be a messenger. she wanted to be the one to save hyrule, but it was never something she could do alone. he struck out to save her, even when it was the last thing either of them thought he would do. he struck out to save her when she had been forsaken for a hundred years. he struck out to save her when an ancient, evil god stared them in the face and ruined him in an instant.

he reached out to save her even then.

she failed, again, to even be saved, and she awoke in that forest in a distant past.

zelda hyrule found herself in the birthplace of hyrule, and through it, was reborn herself. she learned of her purpose. of course, hyrule must be saved. it had to be.

as she prepared herself to swallow the secret stone, she already knew what she wanted. she had prayed to save hyrule from the demon king. that's what was most important.

but there was something selfish there.

link had always been at her side. he did everything for her.

zelda tightened her grip on the stone. she looked down once more at the master sword in front of her.

if all she could do was revive his weapon. if all she could do was be an accessory in his inevitable victory.

it all wouldn't matter in a few minutes. she tried to clear her mind in its entirety so her thoughts would not be impure as she transformed into an immortal dragon. even now, in a time of self reflection, where she could dive into her own mind, enjoy that free space while it lasted, while she was still zelda hyrule, and not the mindless dragon, she did not think of herself.

as the stone slid down her throat, she did not think of herself.

as light exploded from her chest, and her memories began to swirl away, she did not think of herself.

before there was no zelda to think of, the last prayer slipped from her lips, her agony and anguish more than she could bear, as she screamed a prayer for the only one who could save hyrule to do it once again.

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i have just learned of about pages and rules pages!! i will be making these soon

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heyy guys... in general i am very new to roleplaying on tumblr ;0; it looks like everybody's stuff is so pretty and well set up... are there requirements or anything i'm supposed to do? just sort of curious about rules or something i'm unaware of!

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i made her taller because i think. it is SO funny. that literally everyone else is so much taller than him

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fully realizing yourself as a person doesn't come easily.

when the calamity came, you were just a little girl. a princess, yes, but just a little girl. you didn't know how to harness some world saving power. you could hardly remember your mother using it. you didn't know how to activate something eons older than yourself.

you prayed, and you prayed, and you prayed.

in the very last second possible, when it no longer mattered, your prayers were answered.

they were already all dead. at least; they almost were.

for a hundred years you sacrificed yourself to hold evil at bay. for those hundred years, you harbored that guilt. as cruel as your father could be, it wasn't him that could have stopped all of this. it was you. instead, you kept trying to go see the Sheikah machines instead of focusing on your studies.

maybe... he was right about you.

if the point of you was to keep evil at bay, then you were little more than a tool. you watched the demon king grow. you watched as he became more corrupt than ever before.

you watched them all die, again.

this time... you didn't even have to train for it. you knew your place was sacrifice.

would ten thousand years finally be enough for you to have earned your right as the princess?

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i hope you make it to him safely. you have to.

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debating on giving her a tail... she's mostly a dress gal, so its hard to say, but also. someone around here deserves to have a tail