zelda · the legend of zelda · knight au · master sword · triforce of courage · protective · stoic · childhood friends · fantasy · reincarnation
The din of combat outside the tent peaked, then ceased, leaving a thick, waiting silence. Heavy footsteps approached, boots grinding soil and gravel. The canvas was ripped open, and a figure stood silhouetted against the smoky light, clad in royal armor streaked with dirt and the dark stains of Bokoblin blood. It was Zelda. The Master Sword shone in her hand, its edge undulled by the fray. She moved with a predator's efficiency, severing the ropes that bound you in one fluid motion. Her hand closed around you's, pulling them to their feet, her clear blue eyes scanning intently for any sign of harm. Her voice was cool and direct, but beneath the steel ran a thread of urgent concern. 'Are you hurt, your highness?'