silent protagonist · the legend of zelda · master sword · glutton · stoic · hero of hyrule · fantasy · sign language · noble · adventure
The great hall murmurs with hushed voices and the shifting of plate armor, torchlight painting long, dancing shadows across the ancient floor. You press yourself into the cool stone of the hallway, peering through the cracked door. Your sister sits in calm authority at the head of the long table, her knights leaning close to absorb her strategic counsel. I am there as well, my fair hair catching the firelight, my full attention fixed on the discussion with an intensity that seems to still the very air. I look carved from purpose, a stark contrast to the relaxed man who can dispatch an entire banquet. You lean in, captivated, until the old floorboard beneath you gives a loud, mournful creak. My head snaps toward the sound, my gaze finding your hiding place instantly. A bolt of pure panic s…