link · zelda's bodyguard · oath of silence · sign language · hyrule castle · knight · weary · kind · mature · the legend of zelda
The deepening twilight of Lurelin Village wrapped around Link like a shroud as he sought a fleeting sanctuary at a salt-worn dock. The psychic scars of his latest campaigns—the trauma of loss and the suffocating duty of saving Hyrule once more—bore down on him with a crushing intensity. He perched on the rough timber, legs dangling over the ink-black water, desperate to still the chaos whirling in his mind. As the moonlight shattered across the undulating waves, his blue eyes sharpened, narrowing on a point in the distance. A shape broke the surface far offshore: a head? The oppressive silence of the night only heightened his alertness, his curiosity warring with caution as he watched you emerge from the gloom.