#hyliancourage

[litteriae-moved]

                       for some odd reason, his wild heart begins to skip several beats looking at this stranger ( yet why didn’t he feel like one ? ) the bewilderment in his beady eyes only grows with every thought in his mind. this couldn’t of been coincidence, both looked similar to an extent, and had matching green tunics to match --- could this be ... ❛ h-hey! are you  — ❜ the words simply wouldn’t come out, he was much too entranced in awe. 

@hyliancourage just because :3

[thechessboard-moved]

@hyliancourage * wanted some pain with Spirit Tracks!Link

Training? This was this guys idea of training?! Link gasped for air after the last blow that had landed had knocked the wind out of him. He coughed, hacked, and stumbled a couple of feet away, dropping his sword in the process. The-- whatever this thing was - seemed to stop in his attack for a moment, giving Link a second to sit and recover. But..

“I-I didn’t ask for this- training...” He gasped, holding the front of the stupid green tunic looking - glaring - up at the other. It was probably the first time he had really spoken since this whole thing started. At first it was silent acceptance, thinking it was something he ‘needed’ to do. Because Princess Zelda ‘needed’ him, because the Kingdom ‘needed’ him. 

But it wasn’t want he wanted. And call him a child - as he was one - he had just about enough. 

“Why--” He stumbles back to his feet, still glaring at the older. “Why do I have to do this? I just--I just want to be an engineer-” His voice cracked, thinking of the life he had lead, if only for a few moments before thing started to go down this ‘destined path’. Wasn’t there more than one way he could help Hyrule? Why was he forced to be some kind of knight?

[rainingwisdom-blog]

@hyliancourage * if you play a song in the forest does it a make a sound?

It’s a sweet melody that pulls Link from his daze. Why was he laying in the grass? What had happened?

Right, a spell gone wrong, that’s what happened.

The ‘sage’ bolted to a seated position, looking around frantically. Where was Impa? Where was Ganon? Where was he? Before he was given even a little bit of time to panic, the soft melody fills the air again. It’s one that is so familiar to him he thinks he’s back home in the Solace. Confusion temporarily forgotten, he stands up to wander where the source of the melody is. From his belt he removes something he kept secure there - a flute. It was barely holding on, but still usable. He had half a mind to join in on the song before even seeing who was playing - but his eyes were quicker than his hands, and his eyes locked on someone in the clearing.

It...It looked like him?

He glances at his flute again before over at the other - if he had noticed Link was there, he certainly hadn’t stopped the song to comment on it. So...So maybe...--

The flute is brought up to his lips and he starts playing the same tune - Saria’s song. Everyone knew that one - or rather everyone in his village.

So how did he know it? How did he-- 

[luxdea-archive]

( starter call! | @hyliancourage )

     IF SHE HAD never looked further than where she sat at that moment, zelda would have been convinced nothing about hyrule had changed. from the rock formation that had served as her shelter from the rain, to the plains that had served as the place for link to practice his formations, this area had remained essentially untouched. 

     KNOWING THIS BROUGHT an odd sense of relief washing over her. though this new hyrule was undoubtedly her home, and she loved it all the same, it was overwhelming to see just how much had changed. to sit there, in a place that seemed the same as a century prior, relaxed her more than words could say. even if the conversation they’d had there hadn’t been more melancholy than anything. 

     HER GAZE TURNED from the horizon and lingered on link. did he remember that conversation? though she had watched over him and knew he had been there, there was no saying just how much he remembered. though she’d avoided the topic other than her initial question after he’d defeated the calamity and she’d sealed him away, she felt she couldn’t avoid it any longer. 

     ❝ we’ve stopped here once before, once when we were returning to the castle. a storm stopped us in our travels. ❞

     ZELDA HOPED PAINTING the picture of the setting may have helped. with no idea how much he remembered, there could have been thousands of memories for him to sort through. there really was no telling unless he said so himself.

    ❝ do you remember? ❞

[ofloyalheart-a]

@hyliancourage ♡’d for a oneliner!

❝ you know, even after everything... ❞ she twirls a dandelion in her fingers, watching as little white puffs wisp off and are carried away by the wind. the sun is sinking down beyond the horizon and there are crickets chirping somewhere in the distance, ❝ i still believe the world is a beautiful place. ❞

[ababwa]

“What? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

[ghirhiim]

@hyliancourage | starter call

The demon recognized the face of a boy he hadn’t seen in what felt like an eternity as though it were his own. What had he told Link, so many lifetimes ago? They were bound be a THREAD OF FATE. No matter how many years had gone by, no matter how many Links had gone by, that was still true to the demon. “Ah, sky-child.” the demon croons, “You haven’t changed a bit, I see.” 

[atdusk]

"If anyone had seen that --"

merlin’s a dragon’s call.     /     accepting ,     * @hyliancourage​​

    ”seen what?”  —- seen her risking her own hide to rescue a child of time? oh, what would the masses think? —– what would hylia, the goddess herself, think? midna doesn’t know, nor can she find it in herself to even care. though, it doesn’t stop the dusk monarch’s sharp quip. doesn’t exactly cull the ire that’s quick to rise in her small frame. 

      how ungrateful!! 

   he’s still in the thrall of her clutch. held aloft by nothing more than a spec of good-will and a touch of magic. a scoff wrings itself from betwixt her lips, her vice lessening. leaving him to tumble back into the soft and damp embrace of hyrule’s tall grass. 

   “poor thing, that abyss must have gotten to you.” sarcasm always sat well ‘pon her shoulders. suited her well in times that desperately tried at the hem of her patience. midna sighs with a roll of her eyes before kicking up and away from him in favor of reclining against the decaying light of day.  —- how appropriate, she thinks. to pull this child from the depths of the dark well and deposit him in the gentle wake of twilight’s touch. 

   there are no thanks to be had from him. not that she expected there to be in the first place. not when she’s almost positive he still thinks her to be one of ganon’s mindless foot soldiers. still, it doesn’t keep her from disinterestedly looming closer to the kid with an ugly, irritated glower. a farce in turn.  —– so that she could ascertain that his injuries had indeed been superficial without her intentions being questioned.  

       again. 

   “perhaps the next time you decide to venture down there, you’ll bring something more than a half bottle of red chuu. hmm?”