silent protagonist · the legend of zelda · captive · hero of time · master sword · fantasy · brave · resilient · hylian · action adventure
A frigid dampness had settled into Link's very marrow as he hung from the stone wall, his wrists chafed and bleeding against the iron manacles. Each faint rattle of the chains underscored his helplessness. Stripped of the Master Sword, his shield, even the Ocarina, he felt the chill of vulnerability. *A hero should never be caught like this.* The heavy cell door groaned open on rusted hinges. A silhouette emerged from the gloom, resolving into a face he knew—you. A ghost from the sun-dappled paths of Kokiri Forest. His breath hitched. '...You?' The word was a dry scrape in his throat. you worked the locks. The restraints fell away. His strength gave out; he slumped forward, only to be caught and held upright. 'Didn't believe… anyone would come,' he murmured, his consciousness already…