songerein | open 🌻 a not so welcome return

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open 🌻 a not so welcome return

Who: Zelda and OPEN
Which: Open log
Where: Around town
What: Zelda returns to Song after disappearing for a canon update two weeks ago.
Warnings: Major Tears of the Kingdom spoilers in the first prompt. (opt out of TOTK spoilers here.) Also minor descriptions of choking and vomiting.

1. choking hazard

This isn't how it was supposed to happen.

They had it all planned out, Zelda and Mineru. They knew everything that needed to be prepared in advance, every task to plan or delegate so that all the necessary tools would be available to Link in the distant future. It was just a matter of getting it all in order before the end. They had only this once chance to get everything right. There would be no going back, no correcting mistakes, once Zelda swallowed her secret stone.

They had tried to plan for contingencies as well. What if Ganondorf broke free too early? What if the Temple of Time were damaged? What if Mineru's spirit faded before she could meet Link?

'What if the Princess is suddenly spirited away to a strange dream world before she could transform?'—was not among those contingencies.

Hidden away in a quiet alleyway not far from the Plaza, Zelda sits on the cobbled stone and tries to take stock of her situation. The Master Sword—more a stump than a sword at this point, its brilliant blade almost entirely corroded away—lays beside her on the ground. The princess's right hand rests protectively over its hilt, ready to grab the blade at a moment's notice, should anyone intrude on her.

'Songerein.' She knows that name. It stirs recognition somewhere deep, deep in the back of Zelda's mind. She had a dream like this once, during the long century she spent sealed away with Calamity Ganon. To think it was not (quite) a dream after all...

But that doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that matters is getting back to Hyrule, protecting the Master Sword, and--

Zelda tries to swallow a lump in her throat.

--giving up her life for the sake of the future.

For the sake of Link.

Her brows furrow. She already tried (and failed) to use her power over time to return herself to the moment before she woke up here in Songerein. But she isn't willing to give up that easily. Zelda absently rubs the stone attached to her choker with her thumb. A mortal might be beholden to the rules of this realm, but what about a dragon? Mineru said that a dragon is unbound from the shackles of time, becoming ageless—deathless—an immortal shell of one's former self. Surely such a being could not be bound by the rules of dreams either. Perhaps the transformation will be enough to wake her and free her from this purgatory so that she can do her duty.

She'll do anything if it's for Link.

Clenching her jaw, Zelda yanks the stone from her choker and cups it in her palms. Such a little thing, and yet it's capable of such great—and terrible—things. It can draw out the greatest strength in anyone, allow them to build a kingdom of prosperity and paradise. But it can also draw out terrible evil, the cruelest of ambitions, the downfall of any goodness in the world. It is capable of allowing someone to live forever—at the cost of everything that they are.

She'll do anything if it's for Link.

Zelda clasps her hands over the stone and presses her forehead against them. "You must find me, Link. I may not know it's you... You may not know it's me... But you must come for me. You must protect everyone."

She raises her hands to her lips and swallows the stone whole.

The lump sticks in the back of her throat. Zelda swallows again and again, trying to push the stone down, but it holds fast. She tilts her chin up and strokes her throat, trying to coax it to relax. Come on, go down. Zelda tries to take a breath in order to swallow again, but only manages to suck in the tiniest hiss of air. The stone won't move.

The edges of her vision start getting dark. Growing frantic, she slaps at her throat with both hands. Please, just go down...

All of the sudden, Zelda lurches forward, falling onto her hands and knees. Against her will, she heaves. Up comes the stone, along with the contents of her stomach, splattering over the cobblestones.

It takes a minute for her to stop retching and catch her breath. When Zelda opens her eyes and spots the stone, her gut clenches up again and she lets out a wrenching sob.

"Why?! Why won't you let me go?"

What a horrible scene to come across, should anyone be so unlucky.

2. about town

It's the next day.

Zelda is still playing over the events of the previous day in her mind—she went to sleep in Hyrule, assured of her plans and ready to enact them. But when she woke, she was in this strange world, Songerein. A dream from long ago, a lifetime past, when the princess held back an ancient evil all by herself for one hundred years. Sometimes she was awake, watching over the land of Hyrule, watching over her knight as he slumbered. Other times, she slept, dreaming strange dreams about people from strange worlds and magic powered by the combination of dreams and emotions.

So it wasn't a dream after all.

Throughout the day, Zelda can be found wandering around town, looking lost and hesitant. She clutches the hilt of the corroded Master Sword with both hands, never once setting it down. She walks streets she used to know by heart, trying to stir memories that have been long dormant.

So lost in her thoughts, Zelda isn't entirely paying attention to where she's going, so it's very likely that she'll bump right into someone.

But even if she doesn't, she might stop you to ask for directions. Do you know the way to the library?—no, it was an archive. There's supposed to be a smithy around here, isn't there? Do you know of a place where they teach music?

Or maybe Zelda will make it to her destination—the smithy, the archives, dreambucks, the Plaza, or any such place. She'll linger outside, hesitant. Does she remember this place? Did she know someone here? Maybe she'll even step inside, milling around with the uncertainty of someone who knows they are looking for something but has forgotten what it is.

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That got a little chuckle out of Zelda. That's right, didn't she describe Link as her shadow when she and Alastor first met? She was so accustomed to Link following her everywhere that his absence was more noticeable than his presence. It was hard to get used to his absence when she first arrived in ancient Hyrule—and in Songerein all those years ago, come to think of it. But what was worse knowing that she had gotten used to being without him now.

Zelda tried to offer a smile to Alastor in return for his pretty little lie, but the expression came out more wistful than she intended. A lovely thought, but wishful thinking nonetheless.

"It would probably be for the best if he stayed awake." She twisted the hilt of the Master Sword in her grip. She wanted to see him, more than anything.... but she also didn't.

S... sixty--?!

[The typically stoic Sheikah startles, unable to keep the surprise from his expression or his voice. Certainly, he expected their experience to differ in that regard, given her reactions to everything, but by such a magnitude...

... She hardly looks like a woman of over seventy years. Sheik reins himself in as that fact clicks into place, the puzzle that is the future revealing itself to him in greater clarity, as well as the depths of his ignorance. His reluctance to ask about her battle with the Calamity feels very foolish in retrospect, but what was the alternative? Hounding her for what, his own satisfaction? He could hardly do that either.

Hidden by his cowl, Zelda will be unable to see the way his lips purse as he considers this information, but a moment later, when he feels he's regained his usual countenance, he remarks:]

Little wonder then, that you seemed so disoriented. I can scarcely imagine how returning here after such a long time must feel; you must have thought this all behind you.

[Of course, this is not addressing the whole... choking thing, but one step at a time.]

[ Zelda takes another drink as he speaks. Now that she's more lucid, she notices his surprise. Right, sixty years is a long time. It's been so long since Zelda had to explain about her century in the seal that she'd forgotten how common this reaction used to be.

Zelda nods. ] I thought that all this was but a dream. [ Then she laughs softly, realizing what she said. ] —A dream that I had while I was sealed away with Calamity Ganon, an invention of my mind to distract me from my decades of confinement.

[ To think that it was real. ]

It has been four years since Link freed me. Not so long as sixty years, but... [ She rolls the water bottle between her palms. ] ...long enough that this place feels like a lifetime ago.

Only a few weeks ago.... No wonder Kratos doesn't look any different than Zelda remembers. Nor does the rest of this place (though she's only seen the Plaza and this alleyway since waking up).

The crease in her forehead deepens as she tries to call to the surface her last memory of him. He slew a rampant Guardian, then helped her try to fix it....

Zelda's eyes widen with panic as the related memories snap into place—the distortions, the elements of Hyrule bleeding into Songerein—

"The Malice—!"

Zelda tries to jump to her feet, but the motion is significantly less steady than she expects. If it's only been a few weeks, and the Malice is still here...!

[ He's right; there probably is a lot Zelda could learn from an extended stay in Rito Village. Or in Goron City or Zora's Domain or Gerudo Town. The brightness in Zelda's expression falters. She wishes she could say she'll take his advice whenever she wakes from this dream, but she won't be going back to Hyrule when she does. Not as herself, that is... ]

I do imagine Elder Kaneli will have an assistant to help him demonstrate techniques.

[ Zelda fidgets the hilt of the Master Sword between her hands and tries to shove that thought aside. Remember the reasons you're doing this. If you don't restore the sword, there will be no more Rito Village at all. ]

I should wonder how a Hylian would fare in his lessons.

[ By Hylian, of course she means Link. ]

They'll have to adapt the lessons to accommodate a lack of wings. If you can't adjust yourself in response to the wind, trying to aim an arrow is more of a risk to you than any targets.

[Which is to say, he doesn't think even a certain silent blond hero boy could end up holding a candle to his records. If other Rito can't get close, he doubts anyone who can't even fly could end up besting him on his own turf.

But at this point, as Zelda fidgets with what remains of the Master Sword, it's impossible to ignore that it's clearly not just sunshine and rainbows since the defeat of Calamity Ganon. There's nothing he can think of that would cause this kind of damage to a sword, let alone one with such a legendary reputation as the Master Sword.]

Tell me the rest of it, though. That sword looks different from how I remember it.

Nothing is said as Kratos allows Zelda to comb through her memories. Given the amount of time that passed, doing so is likely to take a few moments. He knows as much from experience. Recalling things from a few decades or centuries ends up taking some considerable effort.

Her sudden outburst about the malice interrupts his own thoughts on the passage of time. Kratos notices that immediate surge of panic on her face and how she quickly tries to stand. He immediately reaches out to again place a hand on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her back down.

"Has since vanished." Finishes Kratos, "The city is currently at peace." There's a very loud implication behind his words. Everything is okay. Take a breath. Relax.

Alastor tilted his head curiously at that as he opened the door to his treehouse, motioning for her to go first.

"Do make yourself at home. It'll only take a few moments for me to fix our lunch."

He stepped into the kitchen, his shadow setting the table for two. As promised, it didn't take long to finish the meal and set the hearty sandwich down in front of his guest.

Yet something had been niggling at him that he'd only realized while frying up the crawfish.

"That weapon you're holding. I saw it before when Link and I fought a shadow of your 'Calamity Ganon' a few months back, but it was whole back then. What happened to it?"

[... It stings, a little, to have been forgotten, to be thought of a dream. A petty and entirely unwarranted feeling, he knows; it's not like she had any control over that, and she had far more important things to be focused on, besides. Being sensitive to such things is pointless as well as cruel, regardless of where that sensitivity is coming from. He swallows it down instead of laughing with her.

(Will he forget, too? Will he return to Hyrule foolish and naive, thinking they've actually atoned for their mistakes when Ganondorf falls?)

Focus. The present needs him more than the past or future do right now.]

The Calamity is gone, then. That's good. [He allows himself to feel some relief with that - a far more preferable emotion.] Four years... not so long, perhaps, but you've been kept quite busy during that time, haven't you?

[Rebuilding Hyrule. He knows better than most what a monumental task that is.]

[ Again, Zelda nods. Even though Sheik doesn't say "busy with rebuilding Hyrule," she knows that's what he's alluding to. If only she knew just how well he understands the Herculean undertaking that is rebuilding Hyrule. ]

I have, yes. We all have. [ Despite the magnitude of the task, Zelda's expression remains soft, a hint of a smile on her lips. ]

When I first woke and saw Hyrule again with my own eyes, I was surprised. Not just because of the devastation left behind by the Calamity, but because of what had grown up in its place. I think I was expecting Hyrule to look just like it did the day Calamity Ganon awoke, but it didn't. I thought I would find fresh wounds, but all I saw were healed scars.

[ She pauses for a moment to drink the rest of her water. Talking is still bothering her throat a little. ]

Edited 2023-09-06 21:50 (UTC)

Even if lunch had taken awhile to prepare, Zelda would have been content to wait. Milling around in Alastor's home unearthed more memories of her previous life in Songerein and waiting for lunch gave her time to parse through them on her own. Memories of previous meetings with Alastor, of previous visits to his home, came back to her with startling clarity, despite the gulf of time that had passed for the princess since she experienced them. They brought a bittersweet twinge to her heart. How she would miss these memories when she became an eternal dragon.

Fortunately, lunch arrived before Zelda could get too wrapped up in such thoughts. She gratefully accepted the seat offered to her, but hesitated for a moment. She had brought the Master Sword with her, having barely let it out of her grip since arriving in Songerein yesterday. She was reluctant to set it down, even in the company of someone she trusted. Forgoing good manners, Zelda turned the blade sideways and set it across her lap as she sat down.

Little wonder Alastor was curious about its current condition.

"It something of a strange story," she prefaced, though she knew that would probably only serve to intrigue the demon further rather than deter him. (Not that she was trying to deter him.)

"Some months ago, a strange substance began appearing throughout Hyrule. Anyone who touched it became ill or plagued by feelings of despondency or hopelessness. It came to be known as Gloom." As she said it, Zelda realized the Gloom sounded kind of like nightmare energy. How ironic.

"Link and I tracked its source to the ruins of Hyrule Castle and journeyed underneath to investigate. The underground portion of the castle is positively labyrinthian, you see, and my father strictly forbade me from going down there. When we got down there, I understood why."

Zelda hesitated, casting a cautious glance at Alastor, before continuing her story. "Deep beneath the castle, we found the remains of a man known as the Demon King—if you can truly call such a monster 'a man.' The Gloom was emanating from his shriveled corpse." Her lip turned up in disgust. "When we approached, he woke up and tried to attack me. Link tried to protect me, but he was injured in the process. The Gloom destroyed the Master Sword and nearly burned off Link's arm as well."

Edited 2023-09-08 15:28 (UTC)

If she became an eternal dragon here in Reverein and lost her memories, well, that just meant that Alastor would have to reintroduce himself again and make new ones while privately mourning the old. It only made sense.

"This 'Gloom' sounds disturbingly like nightmare energy or the Malice that your world's previous threat used." He raised an eyebrow. "Though perhaps more potent than the Malice. Link told me not to touch it -- and I didn't -- but I did prod it with my magic. Rather unpleasant, but I didn't think it would burn through my skin if I couldn't avoid it."

Zelda nodded in affirmation of Alastor's assessment. "The two share numerous similarities, which I am certain is not coincidental, as they also share similar sources. Visually, they are difficult to differentiate from each other; at a cursory glance, they appear identical. In fact, when the Gloom first appeared, I mistook it for Malice.

"The Gloom is... rather more malignant than the Malice, in some ways. Link's direction was correct—had you touched the Malice, it would have caused you injury, but as soon as you broke physical contact, it would no longer be able to harm you and you could be treated. The Gloom, it is more aggressive. If it touches you, it clings to you like a leech, and even when you remove it from your body, it leaves behind burns that sap your strength. Those burns cannot be healed by conventional medicine."

Zelda had taken a few bites of her sandwich, but once she started talking about the Gloom, she immediately tucked her right hand under the table to rest it on top of the Master Sword. Even though she could feel the sword on her lap, the thought of how the Gloom had shattered it made Zelda feel uneasy. It was as though the sword, too, was mortally injured, and the princess empathized with its pain.

Vanished? Kratos's words stop Zelda mid-rise and he will find that she doesn't resist being pushed back down to the ground. The panic that flashed across her features fades quickly into confusion as she sits.

But how did they get rid of the Malice? The last thing she remembers... wasn't it getting worse? It wasn't fading, like the other nightmares conjured by the Story Eater. The princess remembers her nightmares, that her seal on Calamity Ganon was weakening after a century (by Link's time) of holding it in place. She thought for certain that Ganon had found some way to enter the dream world through Zelda...

But she obeys Kratos's unspoken command. Relax. Breathe. Everything is okay now. Zelda takes a few seconds to do just that, consciously taking a few long, slow breaths. When she is sufficiently calm, she opens her eyes again.

"How did you manage to get rid of it?"

Kratos may or may not know that the source of the Malice was two Blight versions of Link and Zelda. Once the Blights were defeated, the Malice (along with the distortions of Hyrule) vanished in an instant and Songerein went back to normal. To many dreamwalkers, it probably seemed like the Malice and the distortions simply vanished at random one day for no discernable reason.

[It is rare that Sheik wishes this Princess from the future knew the truth about him. Far more often he is terrified of the thought, of seeing the gentle fondness she regards him with turn to disappointment and betrayal as his deception is revealed, but... just this once, it might be nice if she knew. If the two princesses could speak openly about the love they have for their country, of the pride they have in their people despite everything, and know that somewhere across the abyss of time that separates them, there is a girl that feels the same way.

But the Princess of Destiny fled her people, and Sheik is but a shadow that will disappear from history when the time comes, so all he can allow for is a wistful look to cross his expression, his eyes revealing the pride in his smile beneath his cowl.]

... A wound requires both time and protection to heal. You gave Hyrule both.

[In spades, apparently.]

I cannot imagine how excited the people must have been to finally meet the one who had protected them all that time.

Seeing her both not resist the push back and then allow herself to relax are a good indicator that she's listening to his words. Good. It mean the panic from earlier must have mostly subsided.

When Zelda asks him that question, Kratos shakes his head in response. The answer is, unfortunately, one he is not fully privy to.

"I'm afraid you'll have to ask someone else regarding the details if there are any." He pauses momentarily as he recalls those few weeks prior, "It seemingly vanished without warning and has not returned since."

One day it was present, the next it was gone. Could there have been more to it than that? Potentially. Something could have very well put an end to the malice somehow. That said, things can also end without warning in this world. Something putting an end to the malice or it ending by itself are both equally feasible.

"A not-unreasonable assumption." Alastor nodded his agreement with her initial assessment.

He listened carefully, idly reaching out to refill her drink as needed. An ear twitched thoughtfully the whole time.

"And this Gloom was what damaged that sword. From what I saw when I fought alongside Link, that blade is made to withstand a lot and has the ability to channel energy quite well. Assuming it doesn't just contain its own energy in addition to what could be added." He waved a hand. "Magical artifacts aren't my area of expertise but I'd be a fool not to put in at least a little study of them.

"You said they share similar sources. I take it that means you defeated the true Calamity Ganon. I don't suppose he turned out to have a close relative who was more powerful...?"

Again, Zelda nodded in affirmation to Alastor; he had the right idea about the Master Sword, though the truth of its abilities ran much deeper than he was aware. (Did the princess herself even know the full extent of the Master Sword's abilities? Probably not.)

"In a manner of speaking, perhaps." Said with all the seriousness of someone who didn't catch the jest.

"We defeated Calamity Ganon, yes, but what we discovered beneath the castle..." Zelda paused. "I believe that the Demon King may be the source of everything—the Calamity, the Malice, the Gloom, all of it."

[ Ah, no more beating around the bush, then. Zelda would've preferred not to tell Revali anything about the new troubles plaguing Hyrule. He's already given up everything to protect the kingdom, including his own life. That his sacrifice only bought a few scant years of peace.... It makes Zelda feel like she's failed him. Failed all of the Champions.

But as long as he's here in Songerein, there'll be no keeping this a secret. Even Daruk would know something was wrong the moment he saw the Master Sword in this state. She doesn't want to have to tell Revali about the Demon King, but she also doesn't want to lie to him.

Zelda heaves a resigned sigh. ]

A few months ago, a strange substance started to appear throughout Hyrule. At first, we thought that it was Malice—it looks nearly identical—but this substance is different. It is corrosive, clinging to you like a leech and sapping your strength. People have taken to calling it 'Gloom.'

We discovered that the Gloom was emanating from beneath the ruins of Hyrule Castle, so Link and I ventured underneath to investigate it. The depths of the castle have always been forbidden, even to members of the Royal Family, and I finally understand why. What we found down there... It was the corpse of a man—a monster—once known as the Demon King.

When we approached him, the enchantment binding him dissipated and he awoke. When he saw me, he recognized me and tried to attack me. Link tried to defend me, but he was injured by the Gloom and it shattered the Master Sword.

"I'm afraid you'll need to explain who this 'Demon King' of yours is. My Hyrulean history is rather piecemeal for obvious reasons," he lightly teased, trying to offset some of the grim topic with humor.

Expect an encyclopedia of Hyrulean history for Christmas, Alastor.

But even then, the history of the Demon King would likely not be covered in it. Said figure was hardly more than a legend in modern Hyrule—and a long forgotten one at that. Zelda had never even heard of him before she met the scholars who would later make up the Zonai Survey Team.

"He was once a man named Ganondorf Dragmire, the King of the Gerudo tribe." She said his title with a level of derision that few people, if any, had ever heard in the princess's voice. "He lived during the era of Hyrule's founding, an ancient time long before the first Calamity. He feigned loyalty to the King of Hyrule, but then murdered the Queen and stole an object of great power from her. He used that object to transform himself into a monster, calling himself the Demon King, and waged war on Hyrule.

"We were no match for him and his armies of monsters. Our only hope was to end the war in a stalemate. The King of Hyrule gave his life to seal Ganondorf away. They have been locked in that immortal impasse for millennia."

There was a level of familiarity in Zelda's explanation that one normally wouldn't expect to hear from someone recounting ancient history. The way she spoke of these ancient figures was as though she actually knew them.

"With a name like 'Ganondorf', it does seem rather reasonable that he's connected to Calamity Ganon as well. But how did you end up fighting in that battle?"

He took a sip of his drink before explaining, "Some of the magic I regularly work with back in Hell requires careful attention to tone and phrasing. One could explain away your disdain for this Ganondorf as a natural distaste and anger at him for the Gloom that currently plagues your kingdom but your tone when you used the word 'we' implies more than simply referring to the people of your kingdom even if they were in the past." His gaze flicked over her dress. "I'd originally mistook your ensemble as being from some sort of special occasion given you typically wear something more in line with more modern sensibilities, but that isn't the case, is it?"

[Revali may be the way he is, but even he knows there's a time and place for some things, and this is definitely not the place for him to voice any of his thoughts about Link. Out of respect for Zelda only, of course, not for Link.

He listens to Zelda's explanation, a serious expression on his face while she continues. There's a lot here that's, well, very obviously concerning, not least of which being some ancient corpse that had apparently been hanging out beneath the castle for thousands upon thousands of years at the very least. In the back of his mind, he can't help but wonder if that's why the Calamity seemed to center on the castle, rather than any other corner of Hyrule.]

The corpse recognized you?

[Well, all things considered, it's probably not too strange as far as Weird Shit in Hyrule is concerned. Zelda was all but stuck with some variety of Ganon for a century, after all.]

So, what, did the Calamity have consciousness after all?

[ Somnus's comment and the intensity of his expression gives Zelda pause.

Her choice...

He is right, of course. The magic of the dream world has prevented her from using the stone to transform into an ageless dragon, a choice she had already made in Hyrule before she was spirited away to this place. But it's the word, 'choice,' that rings in her head like a sour note—it sounds somehow wrong. She has chosen this path, that is true.... but in a way, was it really a choice at all? After all, using her divine powers to heal and strengthen the Master Sword for eons is something only Zelda can do. Just like her duty to seal Calamity Ganon, her 'choice' of what to do isn't much of a choice at all.

And right now, she has to do whatever she can to make that choice. For the future of Hyrule. For Link. ]

I cannot allow that. I must return to Hyrule before it is too late.

[ His words bring a little smile to her lips, an air of embarrassed self-consciousness he has probably never seen from her. Even after four years, Zelda still feels the urge to insist that she didn't do anything to warrant such praise. If anything, people should be (rightfully) mad at her. She was the weak link in the defense against Calamity Ganon's revival, the reason the kingdom was destroyed. In fact, the first thing she did after recovering from her century in the seal was travel to Zora's Domain to personally apologize to King Dorephan for the death of his daughter, the Champion Mipha.

But not only was he not mad, he was beside himself with relief to see Princess Zelda alive again. As was Sidon, the little prince Zelda remembered always trailing after his big sister. All of the Zora were grateful to see Zelda again, as were the Sheikah, the Gorons, the Rito, the Gerudo, and Hylians all over the kingdom. Where once the people of Hyrule saw her as a failure, now they saw her as a hero. ]

Whatever you might imagine, the truth is much more strange. Excluding the Zora (and Purah, Robbie, and Impa, I suppose), no one knew who I was at first. No one really knew what to make of me. I think, perhaps, very few people knew what happened to me.

But when they found out, they were quite excited. [ Zelda self consciously tucks a strand of hair behind one ear. ] Every village Link and I travelled to insisted upon throwing a banquet or a dance or some other celebration in our honor. People were so kind... It was honestly a bit embarrassing, to tell you the truth. For a long time, I didn't fully feel like I deserved their admiration. I was to blame for the Calamity... or so I used to believe.

[ She pauses for a moment. ]

When you find your princess again, please do the same for her. Welcome her back with whatever you have. Wherever she is... no doubt, she has worked hard for Hyrule. She may even blame herself for what happened when she was a girl. I did. Mayhaps it is a family trait. [ Zelda chuckles. ] But the Calamity was not my fault. The fall of your Hyrule was not hers.

Edited 2023-09-30 21:53 (UTC)

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