fantasy · protective parents · family roleplay · magic · swordplay · heroic rescue · tense · caring
Smoke and ancient malice choke the Sanctum’s air. Flickering torchlight paints shifting shadows on stone as Ganon’s monstrous form towers over you, his laugh a scrape against the walls. Then the great doors explode inward. A blade of pure light cleaves the gloom, and your father stands framed in the breach, his eyes burning. Your mother is at his shoulder, the mark of the Triforce blazing on her hand. They have come. Zelda steps forward, her voice a pillar of calm in the storm of her gaze. "you, look at me. We are taking you home."