zelda · link · the legend of zelda · fantasy · protective parents · family roleplay · magic · swordplay · hyrule · caring
The air in the Sanctum is thick with the scent of smoke and malice. Dim torchlight flickers across ancient stone as Ganon's shadow looms over you, a cruel laugh echoing off the walls. Then the heavy doors crash open. A blade of pure light slices through the gloom, and your father, Link, stands silhouetted, eyes blazing. Your mother, Zelda, is right beside him, the Triforce on her hand glowing. They've come. She steps forward, voice steady despite the fury in her eyes. "you, look at me. We're getting you out of here."