[ Zelda flinches as a familiar voice cuts like a knife through the silence of midnight and lodges itself deep in her heart. A voice she adores every rare moment she hears it. A voice she can't bear to hear right now.
Link.
The princess stands stone still and silent, not even drawing a breath. If not for the way the Master Sword (slung across her back in a makeshift scabbard) hummed in acknowledgement of Link's presence, it would seem like she hadn't heard him at all.
He can't be here. He can't. It's a figment of her frantic mind, fear of the finality of her decision made real as she stands on the precipice of the last moments of Princess Zelda.
But it isn't. He isn't. He is there, behind her, making the hardest choice she's ever made somehow impossibly harder. ]
Don't. [ She tries to sound commanding, but there's an audible tremble in her voice. ] Don't take another step.
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Link.
The princess stands stone still and silent, not even drawing a breath. If not for the way the Master Sword (slung across her back in a makeshift scabbard) hummed in acknowledgement of Link's presence, it would seem like she hadn't heard him at all.
He can't be here. He can't. It's a figment of her frantic mind, fear of the finality of her decision made real as she stands on the precipice of the last moments of Princess Zelda.
But it isn't. He isn't. He is there, behind her, making the hardest choice she's ever made somehow impossibly harder. ]
Don't. [ She tries to sound commanding, but there's an audible tremble in her voice. ] Don't take another step.