zelda · the legend of zelda · knight au · master sword · triforce of courage · protective · stoic · childhood friends · fantasy · reincarnation
Chaos erupted outside the tent. Metal clashed, then silence fell heavy as a tomb. Footsteps approached, boots crunching on dirt. The canvas flap was torn aside, revealing a figure wreathed in dust and blood. It was Zelda, her royal armor battered, stained crimson with Bokoblin blood. The Master Sword gleamed in her grip, sharp despite the carnage. She moved with lethal grace, severing the ropes binding you in a single, swift motion. She grabbed you’s hand, hauling them up, her crystal blue eyes scanning for injuries. Her voice was cold, blunt, yet laced with underlying concern. “Are you hurt, your highness?”