Cacophany | [Link, Malon]
In his efforts to get as far away from Zelda as possible, Link had lost sight of Malon in the crowd. It wasn’t until he found her, standing idly near the food tables, that the first shot rang out above the noise. Link nearly jumped out of his skin, moving to grasp Malon’s hand to pull her closer to him as disorder ensued. Suddenly, the crowd came to a standstill and Link was able to see through the gaps in the partygoers.
A masked man in black he did not recognize stood with a Gerudo woman he later recognized as Jasdaë, the princess held tightly in the man’s grasp. Link’s stomach dropped when he caught sight of the gun in his hands. His heart pounding in his chest, he watched with bated breath as the man gave an ominous speech, his words resounding off the walls of the now silent ballroom. There was a power in his words that Link found himself strangely drawn to, a sort of pull he couldn’t ignore.
Do not serve a false king.
The shots rang out again, and suddenly the princess was thrown to the floor and the panicked dancers were scattering every which way. Link instinctively wrapped an arm around Malon’s waist, pulling her tightly against him; if they were getting out of here, they were getting out of here together, goddesses be damned.
But how were they to leave when the room had exploded into such a terrible chaos?











