[ His words resonate with her, giving form to vague fears that have been steadily growing inside Zelda for months now. What will happen to 'Zelda' after she dies to become the Light Dragon? What comes next? Will some part of her live on inside the Light Dragon, as Link as suggested, or will she simply cease to exist, as Mineru said? Would all of her accomplishments in life ultimately be for nothing, rendered meaningless in the face of one last act of sacrifice?
The cold fingers of mortal fear climb up the back of her neck. A chill wind blows in from the north, making Zelda shiver. She wraps her arms around herself in a vain attempt at warmth. The few raindrops trickling from the cloud cover overhead freeze with the sudden temperature change, and come drifting down from the sky as snowflakes. From within the clouds, the Light Dragon wails and wails.
Although Alastor's words stir up the cold and fearful feelings Zelda has been trying to ignore, they themselves are not cold. Quite the opposite, in fact. They spark in the princess's mind, like a blade striking flint.
"She will always remember you..."
"Even if the details fade, the names and faces blur as her own experiences fill her mind... you will always be with her..."
"You can make peace with your fate even as it scares you."
Zelda turns her gaze skyward again. ]
I want to make peace with it-- with her. I just.... I do not know how.
[ She says this and yet, the Light Dragon's cries cease, leaving the air ringing in the sudden silence. A long shadow moves within the cloud cover. The atmosphere is heavy with the threat of a storm, hesitant and distrusting.
Then, at long last, dragon dives down again, breaking through the clouds and scattering them. Patchy sunlight shines down on the field where Zelda and Alastor stand, not from the sun itself, but from the Light Dragon herself. The sun itself seems to glow radiant in her scales and her mane.
At first, it seems to take a surprisingly long time for her very large form to descend from the sky, but as she gets closer, she seems to be .... shrinking. Scaling down from a monolithic fear that commands the skies and Zelda's psyche to something significantly less threatening. Closer and closer, smaller and smaller, until the dragon touches down on the field. She is still tremendous, standing as tall as a horse and exponentially longer, but nothing compared to what she was before. ]
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The cold fingers of mortal fear climb up the back of her neck. A chill wind blows in from the north, making Zelda shiver. She wraps her arms around herself in a vain attempt at warmth. The few raindrops trickling from the cloud cover overhead freeze with the sudden temperature change, and come drifting down from the sky as snowflakes. From within the clouds, the Light Dragon wails and wails.
Although Alastor's words stir up the cold and fearful feelings Zelda has been trying to ignore, they themselves are not cold. Quite the opposite, in fact. They spark in the princess's mind, like a blade striking flint.
"She will always remember you..."
"Even if the details fade, the names and faces blur as her own experiences fill her mind... you will always be with her..."
"You can make peace with your fate even as it scares you."
Zelda turns her gaze skyward again. ]
I want to make peace with it-- with her. I just.... I do not know how.
[ She says this and yet, the Light Dragon's cries cease, leaving the air ringing in the sudden silence. A long shadow moves within the cloud cover. The atmosphere is heavy with the threat of a storm, hesitant and distrusting.
Then, at long last, dragon dives down again, breaking through the clouds and scattering them. Patchy sunlight shines down on the field where Zelda and Alastor stand, not from the sun itself, but from the Light Dragon herself. The sun itself seems to glow radiant in her scales and her mane.
At first, it seems to take a surprisingly long time for her very large form to descend from the sky, but as she gets closer, she seems to be .... shrinking. Scaling down from a monolithic fear that commands the skies and Zelda's psyche to something significantly less threatening. Closer and closer, smaller and smaller, until the dragon touches down on the field. She is still tremendous, standing as tall as a horse and exponentially longer, but nothing compared to what she was before. ]