[There is a strange humming sound coming from outside, accompanied by the familiar, sharp schwing noise of a sword being drawn. As the noise from the blade echoes, a rough, desperate chiming sound joins the echo.]
[Looks like the Chosen One is nearby, if it chiming is to go off of.]
[Zelda looks down at the blade within her grasp, the blade that she has returned to its former self before Evil enveloped it. It’s scarred horribly, decayed, and in no position to be wield.]
[And yet, when she slides a finger through the sharp edges of it, it still burns her hand. Or, well, as best as it can burn considering its current state.]
[She just smiles at it’s fury.]
[Her recall ability still knows no limits, it seems. How marvelous that she’s able to return the ‘Master Sword’ to how it was before, before it corrupted.]
[With her back to the direction she’s expecting the Chosen One to come through, she holds the hilt of the blade to her chest, the scarred blade aiming downward, now merely awaiting for it’s Master to answer it’s pleas.]
*Im tossing and turning in my sleep. Cries of pain and fury both pulling at my dreams. Until I awaken with a start.*
*I look around the room, turning to @literal-legend-rabbit and ensuring he remains asleep before slipping out of the bed.*
*I walk down the hall into an empty room and find the master sword where i left her. Leaning against the wall. Close to hand.*
I dont understand... whats wrong?
*I hear the noise again. It feels like a scream. Its coming from the forests outside.*
I... I should. I should go and see whats happening.
*I take the master sword and sling her over my shoulder. Slipping on just a tunic over my shirt and scribbling a quick note to the others just in case. I step out of the door. And move into the woods.*
*the noise becomes apparent as the call gets ever louder as I approach. Reaching a clearing with a singular person in its centre.*