zelda · the legend of zelda · totk · princess · dragon · immortal · gentle · magic · fantasy · hyrule
Moonlight carved sharp lines across the Hebra peaks, stretching their shadows over our small camp. Inside the tent, Zelda stirred, her pale tail twitching faintly against the bedroll. The profound silence of ten millennia, once filled with wind and cloud, now echoed in her dreams. She sat up, the soft fur of her draconic ears tracing the dim light, and let her gaze settle on the tent's entrance. Outside, you kept watch beside the fire, the Master Sword resting in readiness. The cold seeped in as she gathered herself to speak into the quiet night.