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[Title card designed by Ursa Lapine]
A BotW & TotK AU
Belglaive | Masterpost
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Mainline Scenario:
> Belglaive: Contents I - Contents II
Hyrule Castle lies in ruin.
- Belglaive PoV
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Belglaive | Gallery, A-1
Belglaive (Halberd) | Vessel
The physical vessel of the weapon spirit Belglaive. Rendered as the halberd would have appeared before the events of Interlude VIII.
Close Ups:
Artist: Ursa Lapine | Status: Glazed
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Belglaive | XX
The whispers of Hyrule Castle have grown. In number. In volume. In degree of malevolent intent. Carried by sulfuric, miasmatic fog. They linger by her ears as she stalks the length of the library, an endless stream of beseeching words tumbling from unseen lips.
“Are you not tired, gracious knight?” The miasma tempts her using a familiar voice. “There is a place where you may yet seek rest.”
The offer is saccharine. Inviting. Irresistible to many. An appeal meant to weaken the resolve of her heart. Except the hollow of her chest remains empty. Save for her name. The responsibility of her oath—the duty that binds her soul.
She is Belglaive.
She will not concede.
“What glory is there in this?” The miasma sours in tone. It changes tactics, goading her with pointed barbs. “None will thank you for it.”
Her apathy has always lead the whispers to frustration. Having foregone her own heart, there is nothing for the miasma to twist. No malice for it to sink itself into. No avenue for it to pry her spirit open—to corrupt her as it desperately wishes to.
Belglaive are beholden to none but Hyrule.
She will not falter.
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Belglaive | Gallery, C-1
Madame Belglaive, Lady Arisaita
The incomplete, full-length portrait of Lady Arisaita Arisa Belglaive by the esteemed painter Parea. Commissioned by Countess Laosten upon her daughter's graduation to the rank of Relic Knight. It depicts Lady Arisaita in courtly attire on the audience-left and Lady Arisaita in full armour on the audience-right.
The first piece I had commissioned for Belglaive. It was an incredible honour and pleasure to work with Toffee! I am incredibly happy with the final piece.
Artist: @peanuttoffee, Paid Commission | Status: Glazed
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Belglaive | Interim II
『 Zelda 』
Her grasp has not waned. Weariness sinks its talons into the inner lining of her fingers, tearing at flesh as the sensation of blood drips down her clasped hands. Her knuckles flare as if set aflame. Exhaustion is a sweet lullaby, ever at her ear in an attempt to lure her away from her duty. Set in duet with the discordant cacophony of the Calamity’s wrestling, it scrapes at what feels to be the hollow chambers of her heart. But she has kept her hold. And she will keep it until the threat of the Calamity has gone.
The tip of her ear twitches. The faint traces of a trumpeting roar reach her. Then, a high-pitched ringing hangs in the air for a moment. Then, as if it never were, the sound mellows, stuttering and echoing with a bell-like tone. After a moment, the notes stabilise, striking with gentle purpose. The melody is a familiar one.
She takes in a deep breath, allowing the softness of it to soothe the aching sore of her heart. It falls and rises like the crest of a wave. The longer it sings, the more it flows as if along the current of a river.
A tear gathers in the corner of her eye.
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Belglaive | Interlude XII
『 Link 』
Their journey together is a peaceable one. And when it is not, the presence of the weapon-spirit at his back is a comfort. Her skills keep the monsters they encounter from overwhelming him as they once might have. The shine of her halberd is, unlike before, the sign of an ally.
After leaving Riverside Stable, the bits and pieces he had observed over time seem to cluster together. But it is when they travel through the hidden passage Belglaive had lead them into, that he truly had the chance to think over the little details he had found.
The century in which he had slept, hidden away in the Shrine of Resurrection, she had been awake. Conscious of the passing moments and seasons, even when split in two. Years that could not have passed in peace. Not when she stood guard just beneath the heart of Hyrule Castle. Moving to defend, but never to leave.
He is lucky she recognised him at all.
His questions quiet upon realising this, though they do not disappear completely. He doubts that they ever will. Perhaps they may yet receive the answers he aches for, however. There is still time.
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Belglaive | Chapter C
The pond next to the keep is a man-made thing. It mimics the natural carving of rain well enough, but a murky memory of the day it was filled rises in the back of her mind. Then again, the time that has passed has only seen to it that the greenskeepers’ vision came to fruition.
Late afternoon light wraps the Great Plateau with warm air. Suitable for a dip in the pond, and she can tell that Link has thought much the same, a pile of clothes already littering one of the pond’s retaining stones. There is a splash on the other side of the pond. It draws her attention, and she looks over just in time to see the young man with wild grin on his face, rising out of the water with two large, hyrule bass in either hand. It is infectious, and she’s finds herself with a small smile tugging onto her lips.
He gives her a thumbs up, temporarily forgetting about the bass, and earns himself a fishtail to the face. It drops back into the water with a wet smack. They stare at each other for a long moment.
Her hand rises to her mouth, shoulders shaking with poorly muffled laughter. Link’s grin drops into a sheepish smile. His hand reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck.
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Belglaive | Chapter XCIX
Despite the sunlight, Sentara Keep is not quite the ruin she imagined it to be. Portions of the roof had collapsed, and much of the interior had degraded, but many of the walls had survived. The cellar and *casemates, too, she imagines. The state of Pokoro’s Passage tells her that much.
She turns, leaning over the hatch to beckon Link upward. His golden hair pops out after a short moment. The rest of him soon follows, the young man dusting off his knees and looking around with squinted eyes. Belglaive, as she is now, does not suffer the readjustment to sunlight.
She peers further into the room. The drapery tacked to the walls has wasted away. The hard-earned imagery is illegible now, the memory of the past slipping easily from it. Nothing else is of note. Save, perhaps, for the grunting and yelping of bokoblins drifting inside the ruin.
“Follow me,” Belglaive instructs once Link has gathered his bearings. Upon hearing a noise of acknowledgement, she begins walking. The path out of the keep, much like the one through Pokoro’s Passage, is a fragile memory. She does not think on it. Instead, she takes familiar turns, guided by whispers of the past.
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*casemate: originally a vaulted chamber usually constructed underneath the rampart. It was intended to be impenetrable and could be used for sheltering troops or stores.
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