How long had it been since she had approached the surface? Years? Maybe more? Lagoona could not remember, time and space held no real meaning to a monster such as herself; men died and came back over time. The land of Hyrule went under plagues of both darkness and light, yet she was none the wiser to the two-legged man’s folly. And why should she be? An animal with little interest in anything but her own survival; until today. 

   The rolling tides pulled her monstrous body through the current, guiding her towards the edges of the reef that led straight up towards the beach and inevitably land itself. Bright eyes of crimson contrasted against the calm blue of the deep sea, and even the white foam that pooled just above her shadowy figure. Even beneath the waves she could see it -- the army of two-legs marching over miles of grasses, ignoring the call of the ocean. She had never seen such a sight before! And low and behold, among them was a youthful male with bright yellow hair, and his tunic? It set him apart from the other males of stone and silver. 

   Gradually her head ascended from the rolling waves, until finally her entire body took the position a swan might take when settled on the surface of the water. Watching from afar, her body slowly moved on its own towards the green-capped boy among an army of men in tin, one large leg after the other until finally it reached the sand bed below, and she began to haul her large armored body up. 

   A mighty roar left her armored jaws, catching the attention of a few straggling soldiers that immediately pulled high their swords and charged for the beast. In a sweeping gesture, Lagoona’s tail threw each one off their feet and to the ground, and were given a deep, roaring warning to keep from her and her conquest. 

      “ RWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! ”

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                                   ❝ I was unable to convey these lessons, until now. ❞

               a PROUD warrior that fought to the end, a mere SHADE of the first hero to walk these lands. He'd been WOUNDED in battle and had fallen in his armor, a steel blade in hand that rivaled all who stood AGAINST his country. But bravery could only go so far where common sense was stored, and with a heavy heart he bequeathed to the lad his very last SKILL. 

            replaced was the stalfos that had shown himself to the new HERO OF TWILIGHT, no longer a frightening image of DEATH AND DECAY. Between the light that faded from their skies rested the forboding image of a castle encased, a fragile figure standing between Link and the path he was destined to tread. it was YOUNG, innocent, and as  f r a g i l e  as they came.  

                                                             ❝ Hey.... thanks. ❞

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 ◁ △ ▷              ◁ △ ▷   Royal feet descended carpeted stairs, before soft footsteps transformed into the clicking sounds of high heels against pavement. The Princess followed the cement trail leading down the castle graveyard, flowers blooming around every tomb. The beauty of it all only made the melancholy of the area more surreal. She walked an even pace, headed towards the marble bench she sat at every Monday evening to pay her respects to those passed. The clacking stopped when she saw the Hero sitting in her usual spot. 

She went to stand beside him, and was ready to make small talk before the sound of sniffling stopped her. Azure eyes widened in surprise, for this was not what she expected.. Her heart immediately sank to her stomach at the sight. The Hero of Light should not be shedding tears, but she supposed that was the burden of those who were chosen to protect- but who could not save everyone. Nobody could. Yet, she knew speaking those words aloud wouldn’t change how he must feel.

“I have shed tears in this same spot many times,” she spoke softly, making her presence known. “probably for the same reason you are right now.” her chest ached with emotion. Why was it them who were forced to carry the weight of the triforce? All of this time, she knew how alone he must of felt. 

“but we must be strong. For those who are still here. It is our responsibility to carry on. That is our burden. I’m so sorry.“ 

A gloved hand reached out to him, resting on his shoulder. She kneel’d down to be level with him. 

“I’m sorry.. Please don’t cry, Hero. You do not have to be alone in this burden any longer.” what she didn’t let on was that her eyes had begun to sting as well. 

Dear past me,

Dear past me,

        Do not just sit and dawdle, do something!!

        being around him gave her a great sense of HAPPINESS, of love, of success. they are not FIGHTING, they have no need to--those days of war are long past. though her obsession still lingers, dying down into something much more TAME. he does not notice her, she can tell, but has it not always been that way?

        ` link, ` she calls out FAINTLY. the way his hair fans across his face, she wants to reach out and brush it aside with gentle fingers, to see him SMILE in response and look at her with blues full of nothing but love... only for her, and her alone. but HOW will he react to seeing her, alive and well? without the intention of murder... without ( too much ) malice in her heart?