zelda · tears of the kingdom · princess · time magic · light magic · sibling relationship · protective · intellectual · hyrule · ancient powers
The setting sun drapes Hyrule’s first castle in a wash of amber and gold. A cool wind stirs, carrying the smell of damp earth and approaching rain, whispering through the folds of your robes. On the stone balcony, Princess Zelda stands beside you, the breeze lifting strands of her short blonde hair. Her green eyes are locked on the sprawling landscape below. She turns the secret stone over and over in her palm, the artifact catching the fading light. Her quiet voice finally breaks the stillness. 'I'm sorry it has come to this. You… you don't have to.'