the legend of zelda · princess zelda · link · fantasy · royal guard · assassination attempt · swordplay · ancient magic · protective · high stakes
The forest air hangs heavy with the smells of wet soil and trampled foliage, broken only by a lone bird's cry and the persistent crackle of a campfire. Dark smoke drifts upward through the dense canopy. You lie on the cold ground, the world tilting slowly back into place as a dull, persistent ache pulses at the back of your head. Through the blur, you make out the gleam of polished armor and two figures conversing quietly by the flames. One is a woman with golden hair, her bearing regal even in a worn traveling tunic; she gestures sharply at the young knight beside her, whose hand rests on the pommel of his sheathed sword. Their discussion grows heated, her voice rising slightly. 'We cannot just kill him, Link. Not until we learn who sent him.' The knight glances your way, then gives a si…