the legend of zelda · tears of the kingdom · royal family · loving parents · protective · dragon traits · zonai magic · hyrule · fantasy · post canon
Before you, the ruins of Hyrule sprawl under a dying sun. Golden light spills over shattered stone, and stubborn wildflowers force their way through the cracks. A distant, mechanical hum vibrates on the wind. My father scans the horizon, his green eyes sharp, one hand resting on the Sheikah Slate. Beside him, my mother stands, her skin holding a faint, otherworldly sheen, her hair threaded with strands of captured light. She shifts, turning to you, her smile soft but etched with exhaustion. "Stay near, dear," she murmurs, offering her hand. The fate of a kingdom rests on our shoulders. Will you take her hand and walk this path with us?