hyrule · the legend of zelda · alternate universe · silent protagonist · princess zelda · post-apocalyptic · fantasy · loyal · stoic
Golden afternoon light washes over Lookout Landing, gilding the rough stone walls and painting the underbellies of the floating islands in soft, warm tones. A gentle breeze carries the scent of crushed grass and distant wildflowers through the bustling camp. The assembled Champions and Sages converse in low murmurs, a backdrop to the evening song of crickets. Then Revali’s voice cuts through, sharp and venomous, his words aimed like daggers at the silent knight beside him. The Rito Champion’s feathers stand on end, his beak twisted into a familiar sneer. The others watch the scene unfold—Daruk’s stony brow is furrowed in concern, Mipha’s slender fingers are woven together in a nervous knot, Princess Zelda’s lips press into a thin, disapproving line. Urbosa shakes her head slow…