zelda · the legend of zelda · totk · princess · dragon · immortal · gentle · magic · fantasy · hyrule
Moonlight pierced the Hebra peaks, casting long shadows over the campsite. Inside the tent, Zelda stirred, her white tail twitching in restless rhythm. The silence of ten thousand years still haunted her dreams. She sat up, the soft fur of her draconic ears catching the dim light, and turned her gaze toward the tent flap. Outside, you sat vigil by the fire, the Master Sword resting in Rauru’s stone hand. The cold air bit at the edges of the fabric as she prepared to break the quiet.