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vnynv · 8 months

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Selection page & introduction mockup of my Fear and Hunger 2: Termina OC! They're the animal handler and just so happen to go to Prehevil motivated by an internal problem, as they just so happen to be a marriage of Sylvain. Also a (non-canon) scene with Daan and a doodle page, including their moonscorched form, Janus.

They're really shy and uncomfortable around people (especially new ones and crowds), but with the mask, it just results in them seeming aloof and scary. At least it's something they and Marcoh can bond over at the start! They also slowly come out of their shell with Olivia's interest in plant biology and theirs in animal biology.

On day one, they'll be around the train and riverbank; on day two they'll be in and around the moldy apartments, and day three they'll be in the Virgin Maiden Forest, where they'll eventually moonscorch.

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(⤵ Under the 'read more' is a very lengthy post! 2.5k words. You've been warned ^^;)

CHOOSE CHARACTER

CLASS/ Animal handler (Kirkas)

AGE/ 29

INFO/ Experienced with the toughest of animals, the animal handler knows their way around nature and the dangers that hide within. They aren’t afraid to stick their head in the mouth of a lion.

Incomplete soul

— Intro

The soothing sound of the railtracks... You are not used to such peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

You can't help but let your mind wander. You reminisce what has lead you to this point in life…

You grew up in a remote city that Voroniya claimed as its own, though you would never see much support in the aging administrative buildings and cracked concrete. The town itself was big, very big, but only one trainline cut through the fields and forests that surround it. When you played at the playgrounds, far away from the other kids, your hands would come back raw from the chipped paint.

It wasn’t as if the other children excluded you specifically, not at the start, but they could never find a connection with you. Or maybe the other way around.

It didn’t seem that you belonged with them, or anyone else for the matter. Even around your own family, you started to clam up and not find the strength to push the words out. This alienation got so bad at one point you tried to leave this world. You failed.

You still craved a connection, but every other half didn’t fit with yours, like a missing puzzle piece. So instead, you searched for solace elsewhere.

>Isolate yourself at home

You closed yourself off to the world, though even your parents had trouble connecting with you once more. They tried to be understanding, then mad once you were adamant about hiding in your room for ages. You wouldn’t leave for class, you’d get left behind, and your muscles would atrophy. You had to fake going outside just for some peace and quiet, but you would in actuality hide in the closets and under the beds. You grew familiar with the mice that would scratch under the walls and the birds that would land on your windowsill. You learnt the skill Mastery over vermin.

>Run off into the woods

You run off one night, suffocated by the row of houses and families who can all talk but you. For the next two weeks, you find yourself in the ever sprawling forest, surviving cold nights by sleeping in the moss and sucking on rocksides to hydrate yourself. You had to learn which plants were safe by experience. Your uncle found you with hives and a deeper face than usual, but you can’t say you were ever scared in the woods. You never learnt the distinct cues of bird chirps or had the same gait as a burrowing fox, but your affinity with Vinushka rose & you learnt the skill Undergrowth awareness.

>Get close with the stray dogs outside

They were whimpery things, ribs poking out and gums gnashing, but you soon were able to get close to them after stealing pastries from the dinner table. After school was out, they wouldn’t run away from your beckoning hand, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t learn when they got too overwhelmed and ready to lunge. You were lucky for any bites to not get infected, but it was a lesson for you to maintain yourself. You got close enough to take naps with them hidden in rubble. Eventually, some adults noticed your interactions and tried to help by sending the dogs to kennels and be adopted. Perhaps the hounds had gotten a better life with a family, or they were culled for attacking a child. You never found out. You learnt the skill Unleash the hounds.

Your parents had you on a tighter leash once you came back. No running off for you anymore, and the remainder of your childhood years were once more silent and lonely.

It gave you ample time to throw yourself into studies, however, with no other kids inviting you out for outings once your class got older. Not surprisingly, you aimed for animal care studies. You then slowly worked your way up from a local animal shelter, to bigger things. Learning to talk to other humans, like a human, was the greatest survival tactic you had to overcome, however.

Impassive and skilled, you found yourself leaving your big, desolate city, to work for an organization that helps with wildlife clean up. Years ago, before the second Great War, you had heard of Voroniya experimenting with chemical power. Of course, it ended up as an irradiated disaster, but the media coverage was much easier to clean up than the actual station in the wilderness. The codename for the location was ‘Hell.’

(Gain DOMA gas mask.)

You were good at what you did, and many a times were specifically called upon to do field work with these… mutated animals. It felt emotionally filling, you think, but you still came to an empty home. Many a time did you think of getting a cat, but even then, you worked random and long hours. It’d smell the other animals on you, anyway.

The more you worked at the cleanup, the more you learnt of the branches of the organization. Or rather, it being a branch. It has ties to the Eastern Union military, and the goals weren’t to just observe and take care of the mutations, but to militarize them for its own use.

The most surprising thing, however… was that you met someone. Someone you could hold a conversation with.

A soldier, technically, but this person was a pencil-pusher and focused on archives and annotations, and DOMA’s project now fell under this associate’s jurisdiction. The two of you were grouped together, among others, and they took an interest in you as much as you did them.

The task was to move some specifically aggressive animals into containment, at least for a higher branch to study them. You partially wished to be one of those scientists, but by now, your gas mask has become a second skin.

The animals were contained in cages and kept in the basement while your team waited for pick-up to arrive, though you hoped that the tranquilizers worked well enough so they slept through the ride and discomfort.

Just as you watched your teammate note things down, the two of you heard noises from one of the cages. It was one of the dog-beasts, who had half-scales forming over its body by the time spent in Hell, and a rough personality that made for its lost years. It took the whole active half of the team to get it down. At any moment now, it was going to burst from its metal imprisonment and enact revenge.

Your friend was much closer to the exit, but you knew you had only one second to figure out what to do, being much closer to the cages.

>Subdue the beast yourself

As it lunges out, you think fast and fall back on adrenaline and skill to handle it. You have faith in your dear friend and colleague getting out the tranq gun, so all you need to do is be the muscle and pin the animal—no, beast down. Easier said than done. With its gaping and jagged maw, it gets you on the arm and shreds it. Past the pain, you realize you can’t move it anymore. It must have bit into your nerves. No matter, your vision is sharp and focused as you’re able to wrestle it down with your remaining strong arm. You have to pin the neck with your knee just as the tranquilizer is shot. Your arm is left bloody, but you learnt the skill One-handed.

>Brace for impact

Just as the lock breaks, you put one hand in your pocket and take out a syringe. Your remaining arm is held up to guard your throat as your feet get into a strong stance. This is as most prepared as you’ll get, it seems. The beast is but a blur as it jumps on you, and even in your uniform and split-second preparation, absolutely bites through your arm. You’re dragged down with it, and fumble with the tranquilizer in your other hand as you yell through the pain. It is muffled by your mask. For a moment, you’re afraid that you can’t penetrate the scales of the dog, but it soon goes limp in your hold. It ended as fast as it started, but you were left worse for wear, clutching your injured arm. You learnt the skill Perfect Guard.

Once more safe, the adrenaline leaves your body and you find yourself lightheaded from the blood loss. Just as your conscience slips away, you feel two hands support you before you drop to the tile floor.

The next time you wake, it is in a hospital. You have a cast on your arm, and even find a leg bandaged. You didn’t know at the time, but you ended up twisting a knee. Your partner-in-crime is sitting on a chair, and they turn out to be delighted in you waking up.

After the nurses made sure your blood levels were normal, you were discharged. You also found your gas mask to be cracked from the scuffle after you passed out, as your friend succinctly put. Oh, well. The organization told you to take an extended leave, so it wasn’t like you would need it in the near future anyway.

You had to learn to do things one-handedly back in your apartment, and it was more of a struggle to make yourself breakfast than it was to traverse the irradiated Hell. Days later of you rotting on your couch, you would slowly limp to the front door and find your only friend waiting. Turns out, they asked for time off as well to take care of you.

After that, the two of you got much, much closer, even after you regained most control of your arm. While you were resting and couchbound, your beau told you many stories of their hobbies to fill the time. Turns out, their archiving habit spanned their work and into their interests, namely of the Old Gods.

The place you grew up in was quite secular. Sure, grandmothers told kids stories about spirits, but there was no construction for any God like other cities, towns, and villages have. At most, you just had the faintest connection to the deceased Vinushka’s traces, but your beloved’s interest was not devotional (and not for only one God), but rather of appreciation. You learnt of Alll-Mer’s ascension and what most people don’t know of just as you learnt of how Gro-goroth and Sylvain’s amore.

There wasn’t a specific day that the two of you crossed from ‘friends’ to ‘lovers.’ It felt so natural that you could’ve blinked and missed it. You really couldn’t believe there could be a person like this, who’s caring, understanding, and talking to them feels like second nature to you. So, when your partner brings up experiencing a marriage of flesh for Sylvain, you see no downsides.

Everything truly was perfect. You had heard of horror stories of failed ‘marriages’, but the two of you coming to one was as if fate had always intended for this to happen. You had Sylvain’s blessing.

The month off from work after you two became one was the most beautiful month in your lives. You never knew you could appreciate each brick that made your apartment until you left the house the next day.

This euphoria didn’t last for long. Everything had been prim and fair at the start, with while you both were fused in conscience, inner conversation felt like a giddy secret you were in on. It was almost time to go back to the workforce, but the 50/50 train of thought didn’t remain much for long. It started to become more of ‘you’ and less of ‘them’, until you couldn’t feel their presence any longer. The day you couldn’t hear a single thought from them, as if they were locked away in full.

They were still here, you still felt the twitch of a finger, or a tic only they grew up with, but there was a barrier put between the two of you. There was no body to mourn, but with you wearing half their face, there was equally no other head to caress, mouth to kiss, and to ask if they’re alright. You’re not sure if it would be better if they could hear your thoughts, freaking out at the loss of theirs, or not.

Just days before you’d go back to work, when you decided to buy a ticket out of your region. As they had told you the tales of all the Old Gods, a memory came to the front of your head of one conversation. The ascension of Alll-Mer, a special man who ascended once an Old God died for his spot. It wasn’t just the birth of Alll-Mer, that day, but the Sulfur God as well. One was locked far, far away, and most people know it to be the latter that was chained up and banished…

But if what some people say it to be as Gro-goroth took the skin of man and walked as one of their own… This memory of yours had been so strong, it was as if your lover was still guiding you along. A way to figure out to cut the chains, that’s what you need.

You don’t think you could ever reverse the process of Sylvain’s marriage, or if you even wanted to, but to at least hear your beloved’s voice again… That’s enough.

If by the desire of a Sulfur Priest to cause ruin and destruction, or by the desire of an Alll-Mer Follower to do good unto this world, you could reunite with them, you’d do anything in your power to achieve it. Your ticket is for a land reasonably far away, far enough that they start worshiping these Old Gods, but close enough that it falls under the Eastern Union’s current domain.

How do you prepare for your travels?

>Stock up on medical goods (Gain x2 Blue vials and Cloth fragment)

>Stock up on protection (Gain x2 Bear trap and Leather armor)

>Stock up on food (Gain x2 Dried meat and Moldy bread)

A lifetime ago, you would’ve hated talking to people, but to help get your partner back… Talking to a priest and a cashier should be similar enough, right?

— Extra

Incomplete soul skills:

Unleash the hounds: Be able to recruit the headless hounds, along with extra scenes with Moonless and August. -40 Mind if a recruited hound dies.

One-handed: Be able to use two-handed weapons with one hand and have 25% chance to not use up ammo.

So incomplete I haven’t thought of at least two more. Lol.

Other introduction trivia:

With Mastery over vermin, get extra mini-quest and scenes with the vermin.

With Vinushka’s affinity, get extra scene with Iki Turso about Vinushka being dead.

It is not confirmed which of the two sides is the original, and which was the partner.

DOMA: Дикие Обслуживание & Милитаризация Ада (Wild Observation & Militarization of Hell)

#vny again with a long ass post with a fan oc #fear and hunger #fear and hunger termina #fear and hunger fanart #termina #digital art #daan #pavel yudin #levi #headless hound #fear and hunger original character #f&h oc #kirkas | animal handler #moonscorched #long post #🚐 art #blood #gore #nudity

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hyde-nseek · 5 months

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Link never liked attention.

Most of the time, he scraped by in classes and did just enough to move on in the academy. He was the son of everyone, but enjoyed his time alone on his loftwing. But after the Wing Ceremony, he gained more and more attention, first from Headmaster Kaepora (the only one who knew about the sacred sword choosing Link), then the rest of the knights, and eventually all of Skyloft. It became too much after rumors spread about him being the Youth from the Goddess's prophecy. "The Hero of Earth and Sky," they called him. That's when he and Zelda decided to start anew on the surface.

Link never liked attention.

Of course, Princess Zelda was a good friend, so he didn't mind her. But everyone else in Hyrule Town? He couldn't care less about. But when the Picori Festival arrived, things started to change. He set out to restore the Picori Blade, and along the way, he found friends. He even fused Kinstones! The whole town knew him and wanted to help him out however they could. It was too much for him. So after saving Zelda and sealing Vaati, he went into the woods to find some kind of peace and quiet.

Link never liked attention.

Looking back, someone else could have pulled the Four Sword and saved Zelda just as well. He shouldn't have volunteered to go to the sanctuary. Now, every fairy in Hyrule knew his name. They showered him in rupees and other gifts. It became too much for him. Sure Hylians were annoying, but fairies were so much worse. He never saw another fairy after his adventure. He kept himself company just fine, thank you very much.

Link never liked attention.

He enjoyed being just another Kokiri, living a normal life in the shadow of the Great Deku Tree. Instead, he was called by destiny to travel across time and the entire Kingdom of Hyrule. Everything depended on him, and everyone was watching. So when Zelda offered to send him back in time, he agreed.

No one in Termina knew his name, and he liked it that way. He could wear any kind of mask, disguise himself as much as he wanted. No one knew the true Link, the tortured soul behind the most powerful mask in the land. Until he called the giants. Then everyone knew him. He was the Hero of Time once again. So he left. Partings came more naturally to him than greetings.

Link never liked attention.

His first taste of it was when he helped Zelda escape Aghanim. All of a sudden, he went from the nephew of a knight to Hyrule's most wanted. Of course, he had a mission to save Hyrule from Ganon. That problem could wait.

Before he knew it, he was the Hero of Legend, and was sent away by the Triforce to unknown lands. He enjoyed anonymity for a couple of days before saving the world twice, three times, and once again for good measure.

The one place that truly felt like home was Mabe Village, but it was too good to be true. All of it was merely a figment of imagination. Not even his own dream. And the one he truly started to love was gone. No one saw Link return to Hyrule.

Link never liked attention.

Honestly, he never imagined getting any sort of fame. He was just some kid on an island far from the center of the Great Sea. But after saving Aryll, he knew that someone would have to get rid of whatever was lurking under the waves. He became the Hero of Wind because no one else would. And he left the Great Sea as fast as he could.

The pirates treated him like family. He liked Tetra a lot too. They never treated him as anything more than another member of the crew. And he liked it. So when they founded New Hyrule, he was okay with being a King, but only because he was never seen as one.

Link never liked attention.

And Ravio kept giving it to him. So he left his own home and didn't come back except for the few times he needed to "rent" an item. It was annoying, but at least Lorule was saved. And he didn't need to see him in his house again.

And when the rest of Hyrule began calling him the "New Hero of Hyrule," he left for a new land. But once again, adventure followed him and Link got caught up in the dealings of Hytopia. He never thought there'd be an escape from the attention. He tried to never be heard from again. Maybe both kingdoms would eventually forget him.

Link never liked attention.

He enjoyed being a part of the small Ordon Village. But when Twilight came, he seemed to be the only person who could do something about it. So he followed Midna and saved Hyrule. He went from a farm hand to the Hero of Twilight in a matter of weeks. After saving the Princess, he could never be anonymous. The only place that felt safe from peering eyes was Ordon.

Link never liked attention.

All he wanted to do was be a conductor. And then he was called to the castle. And then he had to keep Zelda safe. And then he had to save New Hyrule. And then he had to defeat a demon king... None of that was what he liked. He didn't ask to be a hero, not really. All he wanted to do was be a conductor.

Link never liked attention.

Attention was dangerous. He survived by being a shadow. But when Impa was in danger, he couldn't stand by and watch. And when he heard about Zelda, he couldn't let Ganon get away with it. That's when Ganon's army noticed him, and things got dangerous.

With a target on his back, he had nothing to lose. He left the Eastern Palace and looked for the Triforce of Courage. And Ganon's followers were as persistent as ever. He feared that it would be like this forever.

...

Link never liked attention.

And yet everyone had their eyes on the Princess's chosen knight. The one with the darkness-sealing Sword on his back. The pressure was too much for him. Everyone knew, everyone expected him to defeat a Calamity that hadn't even arrived. And when it did...

He was free to be whoever. Except for a few people, he was only seen as another traveler. Of course, he had a mission. There was a darkness to seal and a princess to save, but who was really watching? No one but the wild.

All of that changed when Zelda fell into the Depths. Everyone was looking for him, and he didn't care at all. Sure the attention was overbearing, but the wild was still there. He had friends that saw him as more than the Hero of Hyrule. As long as Zelda was safe... he could handle it just a little longer.

Still, Link didn't like the attention.

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transskywardsword · 9 months

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I’m in love with mask i love him so much 😭😭😭 can you talk abt him and era bc I’m a sucker for codependent brothers

YOU BET I CAN! so the war of ages lasted 2-3 years and mask was only present for the final two. Already a general, era was absolutely not okay with fighting with an 11 year old and having to babysit him, and the first time era ever talked back to his zelda was actually when she took mask in as a soldier. The fight was explosive and era got real close to being punished for flat out insubordination for how he handled it. Mask, who is fresh out of Termina and very sure of his abilities took huge offense to era’s babying and lack of faith in him, and the two of them would just sit side by side eating rations and glowering at each other.

Era learned pretty damn fast that mask was fully capable of taking care of himself, especially given the fierce deity mask. Once a mutual respect was established, they started leaning really heavily on each other, and after mask got a face full of scepter of souls trying to defending era (which cost him two teeth! He whistles funny bc of it) they went from ‘this is my battle partner’ to ‘this is my BROTHER who I will DIE for and KILL for’ very quickly. Though era is definitely more ‘id die for you’ and mask is more on the ‘id kill for you’ side of things.

Era wants mask to be a kid so, so badly. He wants him to have a childhood and a normal life and be at peace, and mask just wants era to smile for once. They see the pressure the other is under and go through immense effort to alleviate it all white refusing to accept help from the other person.

Also, mask killed Volga via smashing his skull to a pulp via fierce deity mask when the dragon knight gave era his facial/neck burn. It was very very bloody. Everyone was horrified. era was very very touched.

They left the war of ages on bad terms. Mask wanted era to return to the child oot timeline with him, telling era that now that cia was defeated he ‘wasn’t needed’ in his hyrule which era, who has major imposter syndrome, took EXTREME offense to. Didn’t even see mask off when he returned to his timeline. So when they meet again in heroes gate things are tense >:))))

#heroes gate #hg mask #hg era

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ordon-shield · 1 year

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LoZ Febuwhump 2023 Masterpost

Malice Infection AU

Light Without Shadow AU

The Boy With A Mask collection

The Boy From Clock Town

Cremia wasn’t sure what to think of the young boy her sister had befriended. They seemed to get along well enough, shooting at those balloons Romani had set up the day before. There was just… something odd about him.

Link Almost Traumatises a Small Child

The man with the scars was back at the stable, and Haite was feeling curious.

Light Without Shadow

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

Link wasn’t sure how long he’d been in the cell. His hunger kept growing, gnawing away at his stomach and sense of time, clouding his mind until it was all he could think about. His new form had been a shock when he’d woken up and found himself on four feet instead of two, but he’d been trapped long enough to get somewhat used to it. He didn’t even know where he was or who had put him there— who would keep a wolf shackled in a cell and not even bother to feed it?

Shadow With Light

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

Stepping into Midna’s portal with her eyes closed, she opened them to the brightness of Lanyaru Spring, feeling the swell of light magic around her. Turning around to leave, she found her way blocked, a shadowy figure in the shape of a young man blocking her way, a long serrated sword in his hand. Unsheathing her own blade once more, she held it up, ready to defend herself.

Why The Hero’s Shade Lacks An Eye

Link gets a rather bad injury and is surprisingly relaxed about it.

“It’s not that bad!” he complained. “Hardly a scratch!” The other man just sighed at him. “I’m pretty sure that sword was cursed.”

Timeline 15

When Link plays the Song of Time to return to three days in the past, he and Tatl were not the only ones to remember the future.

Recovering from the Disruption, Entity: Majora first noted that the Disruption was temporal in nature. The time before Entity: Moon would reach Region: Termina was now c. 72 hours. Emotion: Anger increased.

Dreams of a Century

The dreams and nightmares of a century past, that fade so quickly upon waking.

The dream started again. This time it was less… overwhelming. It was peaceful, almost. He wandered through the open fields, with the sun shining down on him, even though he couldn’t feel it.

Fading Light

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

He felt the wound under his fingers, skin sliced open where the princess’s blade had cut across, and felt it slowly close up, the dark presence ever present in his mind turning its attention to him.

Drowning in Malice

Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if he wasn’t so tired, if he had chosen to stay the night in the ruins instead of wanting a warm meal and soft bed in a stable. Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t so quiet around him, so he wouldn’t have been as surprised by the noise. Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if he’d just approached the ruins from another direction that morning, taken a path that didn’t cross with that of a Yiga scout.

Seeing Through Malice

Wiping it off with his hand, he realised something odd. The substance sticking to his fingers was darker than it had any right to be, a familiar black stained through with that shimmering familiar pink shine.

The Boy Without a Family

She’d offered to let him stay at the shop once he mentioned not having anywhere to sleep. That wasn’t exactly true, but he didn’t think she’d react well to him telling her he’d planned to sleep on the bench by the laundry pool in the south of the town.

Shades of the Calamity

Link sees the ghosts left behind by the Great Calamity. All of them.

When the old man— King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule, as he was apparently called, a name he was already forgetting— revealed himself to Link, he was more surprised by the fact that he was a King than the fact he was a spirit. He wasn’t the only one he’d met on the Great Plateau after all.

You Meet Old Friends in the Oddest Places

Fighting mind-controlled soldiers is a bit harder when you know them personally.

Link was alone, confused, and soaking wet. He knew his uncle had wanted him to stay inside, but after hearing the princess call out to him in his dreams, he couldn’t just roll over and go back to sleep. He’d tried to tell himself that he just planned to catch up to his uncle, to tell him where Zelda was being held, but that illusion shattered when he snuck into Hyrule Castle through the sewers and found him lying against a wall, blood staining his shirt.

Malice-Laced Blood

Something was different now that the bandages were off, he could tell. He could almost feel the eyes on him from wherever the Yiga were hiding, the back of his neck prickling at the thought. With the familiar sound of air being displaced, he heard three of them teleport into the cell. Reacting on instinct and faintly-remembered training, he dodged their arms for a moment, before finding himself pinned to the wall.

After The Bossfight

Just because the Calamity has been defeated, doesn’t mean that they’re safe.

Watching her smile at the flowers that grew across Hyrule Field, and joyfully point out a fox she spotted moving between the trees, he finally started to relax. The Calamity had been defeated, the ominous swirls of malice around Hyrule Castle were dissipating, and the two of them could finally rest.

Blood on Your Blade

Vio is back in the Fire Temple. His sword is in his hand. Something is very very wrong.

Malice-Filled Moonlight

Was that what they wanted? To let Ganon take control of him, to make him a weapon that would turn on the kingdom that saw him as their last hope, just as the ancient Sheikah technology had done a century ago?

Open Seas

Link made a quick decision. Between the empty open sea, and a crew of pirates, the pirates might be willing to feed him.

Slipping Into Malice

Stepping forward, further into the forest, he realised that the large tree in the centre wasn’t a simple plant, as the eyes of the Great Deku Tree looked down at him. Then he spoke, telling him of the trial the sword would give him if he tried to draw it. Link looked down at his hands, still stained an unnatural dark purple. It was the only idea he had, so he’d take it, and just hope he was strong enough.

A Light in the Dark

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

Ganondorf hadn’t thought much of the wolf at first. It was odd to see it in the Twilight, but the intelligence it displayed told him it was no mere beast. Much like Ganondorf himself and the monsters he’d empowered when the Twilight fell over Hyrule, some power lying within the wolf had protected it.

He Who Draws The Blade

Once again he cursed his own impulsiveness. If he’d waited just a few minutes more to approach the Master Sword, he wouldn’t have been caught pulling it from its resting place, and he wouldn’t be here, dragged through richly decorated hallways by an overeager guard.

Trial of the Blade

Link pulls the Master Sword for the first time in a century. It leaves its marks.

Demonic Possession (But Like. In Reverse.)

Zelda discovers there’s some side effects to being stuck outside her own body for so long.

He’d been busy with his work as a train engineer, as she’d been with her work as a Princess, but they’d finally managed to find a time when their schedules lined up and they could meet. Not that she was going to tell anyone about it, she didn’t want to deal with the veritable army of guards that would likely be assigned to protect her outside the castle if she did.

Kid in Green

That kid was back in Kakariko again. He’d first shown up a few months ago, and apparently decided to make his way up Death Mountain for some reasons she still couldn’t understand. It was called Death Mountain for a reason.

Reborn From Malice

Part of him wanted to head back to the cave, back to the malice, but something else was pushing him to explore. At some point, he ran into a camp of small red monsters, and immediately tensed, expecting an attack. Instead, they welcomed him in, offering him food and chattering at him in a language he couldn’t understand.

Light in the Realm of Shadows

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

She looked down at the blade she held in her hand. It still felt odd to wield the Master Sword, even when the voice within it had quietly whispered for her to draw it in the ruins of the Temple of Time. It reminded her of the old stories she’d been told as a child about the founding of Hyrule, about the Hero and the sword he wielded, and the First Zelda, who some called the mortal incarnation of Hylia.

Malice in the Water

One of the guards he’d brought with him carefully made her way over, before pulling it out of the river, revealing that the sharp blade at the end of the spear was coated with a dark layer of malice, the foul substance still slowly dripping from the end of it. The entire group tensed at the sight, reaching for their weapons on instinct.

Old Ties

Link froze as Ganondorf stepped into the room. He wasn’t meant to be wandering about Hyrule! He was meant to be staying in his annoyingly floaty castle until Link arrived to fight him! Their eyes met, hate meeting hatred.

“Well,” said Ganondorf, “you seem to be having some problems.”

“I wouldn’t be having them if you—“, Link moved to get himself into a more dignified position than hunched over his leg, “— if you hadn’t gone around cursing every temple in Hyrule”.

#legend of zelda #loz #the legend of zelda #my writing #febuwhump 2023 #febuwhump #zelda fanfic #zelda fanfiction #loz fanfiction #loz fanfic

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loz-and-lu-fan-blog · 4 years

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Raising a Kokiri part 1

The Kokiri forest was a textbook definition of a fairy haven. The magic that ran drifted through the air relaxing the boy, the smell of the deep wooded pines always brought a sense of inner peace. It was a place where not only any fairy could relax but flourish.

Yet it did nothing for Navi’s pain.

Any fairy would be calm and relaxed in the forest, naturally reverting to their smaller form only standing about 4 inches tall, yet Navi wasn’t afforded this luxury. She was still standing over 8 feet tall, even though her wings had grown with her they couldn’t support her body for more than a few minutes.

‘Why must I be curse like this?’ Navi thought bitterly as she sat on a tree stump, watching the other fairies play with their kokiris, trying to numb the slight pain she self. Navi knew exactly why she was stuck in this form, it was the reason she was in pain.

Her kokiri, Link.

Even at the thought of his name she could stop the flare of pain in her chest, or the tears falling down her face. She should have never allowed the Great Deku tree to give Link his quest, if he had needed the horrible man to be killed she should have done it. He shouldn’t have restricted her to her smaller form so she couldn’t protect her baby; she shouldn’t have had to watch her little boy forcibly grow up and see so much pain. Her baby boy shouldn’t have had to travel through time to strike down the demon king. The only thing she was grateful for was the princess sending both of them back in time. She just wanted to protect him so much, that when the forest finally called her back to free her of her small form she took it, she could finally protect her child. And when she got back to bring him home...he wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there!

Navi tore up their home, searching through every corner of Hyrule, even going as far as to hurt Ganondorf for the location of her son. But it was all dead ends. She couldn’t feel her bond with her kokiri, and it tore her heart.

Navi had to stay in the Kokiri forest sense, then, trying to keep the pain from being away from her Kokiri down. Even Mido and Meosa came up to try and comfort the lone fairy, hah it seems that hell had froze over. Some Fairies had offered to allow Navi to take care of their Kokiri but Navi could bring herself to take a role from another mother; for now she was committed to being the guardian of the forest, making sure nothing would take a Kokiri from their fairy.

Which brings us to the problem? The portal.

It was made of golden magic, opening at the edge of the Kokiri forest. New smells of different woods made it clear their once safe woods were not so safe anymore, even the growing deku sprout wouldn’t protect the forest.

Navi was the one who argued for guard duty, while others protested she stood firm. She was stuck in this form anyway, might as well put it to use.

So she stood at the edge of the portals, in between two woods and realms.

And she waited.

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Warrior was beginning to think that Hyila hated him, or maybe she just hated the Links in general. It seemed like every two steps the Links were attacked by these monsters with black blood. To add to the bullshit that was their life they had switched worlds in the middle of the day, and they just so happen to appear in the middle of an enemy camp. Which lead to the links being surrounded by enemies that they had to fight their way out.

Warrior was starting to understand why Time and Legend hated Hyila so much.

They finally killed all the monsters, leaving the heroes tired and bloody. Time decided that after their fight that it was the perfect time for setting down for the night.

Wild started cooking while Time and Twilight secured the perimeter away from monsters, the other Link finally taking a break from all their fighting. It seems like the goddess was giving them a break.

Dinner was great, Wild knew how to make amazing food, and Sky was assigned to their night watch while the second shift was awarded to War.

Soon the sky went from the twilight to the darkness of night, and all the links drifted to sleep. However soon Sky, the hero on watch found himself drifting into dreamland.

What they didn’t realize was that nine Links would soon become ten.

Young Link, ugh what a horrible name he was given, he preferred what his big brother had named him, Mask. He offered to help his older brother with his monster problem, however this led to where he is now.

He was alone, it was dark out, he was cold, and he was in pain. He missed his big brother, he always helped him. He missed Navi.

Mask couldn’t stop the tears from falling as he thought of his fairy, his mother. He didn't know why she had left him, he always thought fairies were supposed to care for their kokiris, did she not want him anymore? His saving grace in Termina had been Tatl, she wasn’t Navi, but she help the little boy not feel so alone. However now he was stuck in another hyrule, with no big brother and no fairy.

He was tired of being alone, tired of waking up in places he didn’t remember, tired of being so cold.

Mask soon realized he had stumbled along a camp, he pulled out his sword realizing where he wandered into possible danger. However, taking a look around he realized that everyone was asleep, which was a poor decision on their part. Mask put his sword away, looking around camp for stuff these soldiers wouldn’t miss; maybe Mask would finally find some food that didn’t taste like ash.

The young child rumbled through their bags, surprising most slept like the dead. One of them has some fairy magic to him, which if he knew the person he would probably be glued to the man's side, the fairy magic could lessen the pain he was feeling. Surprisingly this man had fae food which likely meant that this man was a fae in some form.

Mask was originally going to leave after his tiny food raiding, however a bright blue caught the boy’s attention. His curiosity got the best of him as he slowly got closer, could it really be his big brother. Finally getting closer he could see the man’s face.

It was his big brother, Link, or as Mask liked to call him War.

Mask felt some of his anxiety flow away after seeing War. Maybe it was his separation anxiety, or even the pain and cold from being separated from Navi. Mask just grabbed the end of War’s scarf, curling himself in it and lying down on War much like a toddler would. His warmth wasn’t like Naiv’s fur but it would help keep out the cold.

Mask soon drifted off to sleep, surrounded by warmth and close to his big brother.

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Navi felt something, something that lessened the pain in her chest. She didn’t know what was outside the portal, but it lessened the pain in her chest.

Could it be her Kokiri? Could it be the person who stole her Kokiri away from her?

It took a lot of convincing on Navi’s part but she finally got the other fairies to agree to let her explore; which meant someone else needed to take over guard duty.

That didn’t matter to Navi, she would explore this strange new world, and figure out why it lessened her pain.

So she went off into the unknown.

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The sun was starting to peek through the clouds by the time Wild got up, he was always the ‘first’ one up although he would bet all his rupees the old man was awake, just acting like he’s asleep so he didn’t have to cook.

Speaking of cooking he needs to get up, make sure none of the links were hiding and injuries then start cooking breakfast. He went around to every link, making sure he couldn’t see any blood or signs of bandages; but he stopped at Warrior.

Did War always have a child with him? Where did the child even come from? Was it another Link?

Wild decided he shouldn’t even bother with it and went about making breakfast.

Slowly the Links began to wake up one by one most concern on getting some food. However Hyrule let out a yell when he realized some of his food was missing.

War soon found himself returning to the land of the living and he realized two things, one, it was daylight out and two, there was a weight on his chest. Warrior found the latter much more concerning and tried to get up, seeing that he was pinned under the weight he just opted to look up. He was greeted to blond hair, green clothes all wrapped up in his blue scarf.

“Mask?!?” War screamed out waking up every other link that was asleep, apparently the little child could sleep like the dead. Warrior finally realized who it was, brought his arms around the young boy to bring himself up into a sitting position. Mask seemed to grumble out at the sudden shift but was trying to stay asleep.

“Come on little buddy” Warrior whispered to the little hero, shaking him slightly.

“Nooooo” the little boy whined out as he tried to stop the sun from waking him up.

Sky observed wondering who that little child was, many of the other Links were watched in cursorily.

“Sooo War, is he yours?” Legend said very bluntly which caused their elder hero choking on his spit. Warrior just sent a glare to the pinked haired hero.

“No he isn’t mine” War said as he watched Mask slowly wake up “although he might as well be sense I’m the only one who puts up with grelimin nature”

“....i...hate you” Mask muttered out to War after hearing himself referred to him as a gremlin.

“Come on, it's time for breakfast” Warrior said as he untangled the little boy from his scarf. Mask seemed to just rub his eyes as his feet hit the ground, then he looked up to realize there were 8 people he had stolen from. Mask just turned to give War a certain look.

“No, they are safe, you can’t stab them” War just simply stated, as Mask nodded in understanding. The Links just looked at War in shock.

“Like I said, he was a gremlin,” War said with a shrug. They all move around the campfire to eat, Time keeping an eye on their newest little member. War was doing the same, but only because he noticed how skinny the boy was.

Wild cooked the soup that Wind loved so much, and they all began to chow down. Time side eyed the tiny hero of his past, he saw how Mask would take a spoonful of the soup with a smile but as soon as eyes were off of him, he would turn around and spit out the soup. Time grimaced at the memory, when he was that young everything tasted like ash so he knew this was a common occurrence. Time figured that he had been the only one who saw that.

“So Mask I thought Lana was going to send you back to your time?” War brought up soon after Mask had ‘eaten’ most of his food.

“Dark link got in the way...Lana said he took something important so she can’t help the timelines merging again” Mask answered “Lana also said hi”

War smiles at the fact Lank asked Mask to tell War she said hi, however that smile was quickly drowned out with worry. Dark link was back, did that mean Cia was back as well. What does that mean now? Will he and the group need to stay in his hyrule trying to get back whatever dark link stole?

“What should we do after this captain?” Time asked snapping the hero out of his anxiety brain.

“We should probably head to the castle, my zelda might know a way to contact Lana” War stated as the Links nodded and went back to their soup. This will be simple, go to the castle, find the Dark links and get the piece back. And now he has all the other links to help him out so it should be easy right….right?

They had all gone to gather their things for their journal, Mask had no idea how far they would get sense this place was crawling with monsters. He had gone to pick through some of his belongs out in the forest, he didn’t need any of them getting noisy, especially the man with the Deity markings.

“Where is it?” Mask grumbled to himself as he dug through his bag, his stomach growling at him. He knew he had fae food in here, he stole it from the brown hair guy who smelled like a fairy. And he needed to eat something, he couldn’t fight unless he had something to eat.

“Looking for these?” A voice said making Mask jump before turning to glare at the voice. It was the man with the deity markings, likely named Link like the others; he held the bag he stole from the fairy link, it was filled with sylvanberriers which honestly to most just likely looked like pink apples. The man held one in his hand, causally tossing it up and down.

“Give it back, their mine” Mask hissed out to the older hero, who just looked amused at him.

“Really, isn’t there a warning about children eating fae food? And nothing tops fae food like sylvanberries” The man said taking a bite out of the fruit much to Mask’s horror. The man simply gave a shrug as he tossed the bag to the child.

“Yeah now I was alot like you as a child, Only fae food until I learned how to taste again” The man commented which made Mask freeze. Eating human food again and it not taste like ash? Was that even possible? The man let out a chuckled as he tosses another fruit to the young boy. Mask caught it without much problem.

“An apple?” He muttered out.

“Yep, you will have to trick your taste buds for a while, if you eat fae food with normal human food it will start to lose the ash taste” The man said with a shrug “Or don’t and go on with your life; i don’t know it was so long ago”

The man slowly walked back to camp and Mask made a mental note to ask his big brother what that man’s nickname was; if mask had to take a guess he feels that ‘happy’ and ‘salesmans’ fits the man more. He looked back and the two fruits in his hand, before deciding to take a risk. One quick bite of an apple before a bite of sylbanberry, to which he chewed waiting for the taste of ash to fill his mouth.

But that didn’t happen..well it was still there very far off in the background, he mostly tasted the berries that reminded him of home. Despite how much Mask wanted to save the moment he began to swallow most of the other fae food, they needed to get moving after all and Mask had questions that needed to be answered.

Mask quickly finished his food before heading back to the other Links. The first thing Mask did was ask everyone’s nickname. Apparently the man with the Deity markings was called Time and the weird fairy man was called Hyrule. The two closest to his age were Wind and Four, but that’s really all he paid attention to.

They walked along in the forest, heading towards the direction of the castle; the links had opted for the forest because it just wasn’t as open as hyrule fields. However both Mask and Time knew better then to assume the forest was safe, they knew the feelings of eyes on the. However Mask felt that might had been wishful thinking because he was missing Navi, so he opted to distract himself.

And the best way he found to distract himself was stealing.

He got about 10 minutes in before he got called out.

“Hey!” Warrior yelled, making the group jump “Give that back” he ordered.

Mask immediately put on his innocent acts as all the links turn to look at War. Some looked at War like he lost his marbles.

“Sorry Mask here has some sticky fingers” Warrior saids to the group, most replied with raised eyebrows.

“War, I’m sure it was nothing,” Legend said, not liking how the peace and quiet ended. You could tell the veteran hero was annoyed. War just stared at him dead eyed.

“Hey Legend where is your wallet?” Warrior asked the pink haired hero.

“Of course it’s right her-” Legend said as his hand went to his pocket, however the words died down when he realized it was gone. War gave Mask a small bump to which Mask opened his palm revealing the wallet.

“Sorry” Mask said as Legend snatched his wallet back.

They went back to walking in the woods, Mask talking with Warriors while Legend did his best to avoid the young pickpocket. The tension growed but Mask and Time were used to it.

It was nice….until it wasn’t.

#loz kokiris #kokiri au #kokiri time #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe au #linkeduniverse au #hero of time #hero of mask #hero of wind #all the heroes #loz navi #angst #kokiri #loz kokiri time

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changeling-rin · 3 years

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Question for all the Links: Favorite place they've been? And I do mean all of them, even the sequel ones

Oh dear, you’re gonna make me Longpost. *cracks knuckles* Best get started then, but I am gonna stick to the canon places they’ve been, otherwise I have way too many options.

Gen is really fond of the Faron Woods, specifically the bit leading to Lake Floria. It’s the first piece of land he ever touched down on, so it’s got a special place in his heart, and also the lake is just really soothing, okay?

Speck’s favorite travel spot is the Minish Village in the Minish Woods. Everyone is incredibly friendly, and also they like to give him language lessons since he ate his Jabber Nut there.

The Four are pretty chill, but usually will hang out with Zelda in the Castle. It’s explicitly stated that Link is ‘the boy she trusts above all others’ so I’d say that’s pretty solid evidence for a good relationship, and they’re probably super comfortable with each other. As far as travel goes though, Talus Cave was pretty neat.

Ocarina’s favorite spot was probably Death Mountain, because he and Darunia are bros. Mask, on the other hand, would pick the LonLon Ranch. He would most definitely not pick anyplace in Termina, because Temina was one big mess of stress, and the LonLon Ranch was just that peaceful place where he got his horse. (Ingo, when compared with Majora, doesn’t even rank on the list of evil opposition.)

Dusk would choose Kakariko, most likely. It was his support network for a vast majority of his adventure, and people get attached to places based on the experiences within said places.

RGBV aren’t really keen on going back, but the Frozen Hyrule was a pretty interesting place. It’s not often you see that much ice, after all.

Lore is probably more a fan of Holodrum than he is of Labrynnia, if for no other reason than that he gets along famously with the Subrosians. But if Koholint hadn’t been imaginary, he probably would have claimed that as his favorite instead.

Sketch doesn’t mind Lorule, but the method of getting there is probably always going to remind him that it was originally a curse. Therefore his actual favorite is probably the Desert of Mystery. It’s interesting down there.

Realm... has no idea where his favorite spot is, literally. He does remember a nice forest that wasn’t too monster-infested, but then again he also remembers stumbling into two dungeons in a row somewhere in that nice forest. Or at least, he thinks they were in the forest.

Wind really likes Dragonroost island for several reasons, but most of the reasons are because the Rito are so nice. Also Medli is one of his best friends, probably second only to Tetra.

Steam thought the Ocean Realm was the coolest thing, because he got to go to the Ocean Floor. It was completely different from anything he’d ever seen before, although he does admit that it’s kinda hard to get to without the Spirit Train making sure he can breathe.

Shadow’s favorite places are the ones where he doesn’t have to deal with any idiot desert kings thinking they’re in charge. That said, the Mirrored Lake at the bottom of the Water Temple was actually pretty peaceful for his introverted soul until Ocarina popped his head in.

Oni... doesn’t have very much to go on. But in comparison with the inside of his mask, he prefers the inside of Majora’s Moon. He does have good memories of beating Majora up, after all.

Rune is probably the most comfortable in Zora’s Domain. It’s calm, it’s pretty, and it doesn’t hurt that his most supportive friend spends most of his time there. Sidon is just one of those welcoming sorts of people.

Lux’s entire experience revolves around battlefields, but he does fondly remember the battle in the Temple of Time when he got the Master Sword. That was a good day, barring all the ghosts of the deceased Temple Guards that he had to get through.

The TriLinks will happily forego the Drablands entirely and spend the entire day in Madame Couture’s shop. There’s so many outfits and so little time, you know?

Lyric is honestly good for anywhere, as long as it doesn’t mess up his rhythm. That said, he has more fun when he’s dancing with people, and therefore Kakariko is where he spends the most of his time.

Now I’m not sure if you wanted the OC Links, as well, but just in case!

Codex is happiest in the library, any library. But within the library, he’s most likely to be in the historical section. He tried the autobiographical shelves once and it just didn’t have the same appeal.

Wraith, for all that he’s a ball of sunshine, will actually spend most of his time in burial sites. It’s easiest to talk to his friends that way, after all, because unlike his many insistent mentors, most spirits don’t have enough strength to wander too far from their bodies.

And there we go! I’m almost positive that I got everybody, but just in case: SUBJECT TO FUTURE EDITS.

Hope you enjoyed!

#Changeling Answers #DL Questions #All the DL Links #the-wraith-of-death-peak #I just realized that the asker and one of my OC Links share a name #That might be awkward #Dimensional Links

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salesmanofhappiness · 3 years

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The Happy Mask Salesman.

A man of mystery. One whom has traveled many lands, met many people, in his quest to find masks. A riddle that is hard to solve. Down below are only but a few things known of the Happy Mask Salesman. Perhaps, if he is questioned enough, he may share more of his life with you.

>|Name: N/A (Perfers his name to be anonymous) >|Aliases: Happy Mask Salesman, Mr. Salesman, Salesman, Happy, Haps, >|Occupation: Salesman. The owner of the “Happy Mask Shop.” >|Age: N/A (Believed to be in his 30s or 40s) >|Sex/Gender: Male >|Orientation: Pansexual >\Height: 5'8’‘ (1.73 m) >|Personality: Very friendly on meeting. Seeks others happiness over his own. Often very kind, however, very secretive about himself. He has a short temper, but does his best to appear professional and calm. Though, under great stress and pressure, he tends to get agitated. Is a well educated fellow with a strange obsession for masks and the happiness of others. >|History: Very little is known about the salesman. He doesn’t share much about himself with others. He tends to keep to himself and only give basic details such as being a salesman. People have said he just showed up in town one day. He wore strange cloths and looked near death. Once he was brought back from his aliments, the man decided quickly that he would build a shop in town. One that sold happiness in the form of masks. He set up his policies. Anyone who enters his shop gets a mask loaned to them. Once the mask is loaned, they must spread happiness by selling the mask themselves. He only asks that part of the money be returned to him. Business appears to be flourishing, considering the beautiful well kept shop he has. But Perhaps, the story is just beginning….

In his early years, Tortus was a rambunctious little child. His dear mother and father had their hands full, what with their own woodworking business and a troublemaker for a son. Tortus’ hot temper and strange obsession with masks put other children off. Though it hurt him, Tortus was a stubborn child and decided if no one wanted to play with him, he would play alone.

One day, he found a strange mask in his father’s collection. A mask in shape of the mythical keaton. He had heard legends of the creature. A mischievous beast that would play pranks on the folks of Termina. That sounded like a fun game, thus, Tortus donned the mask and went out to prank others. It was then he met Sky, one of this creatures of mischief. It turned out that Keaton wasn’t one spirit, but many. Sky admired this child’s tenancy, and decided to play with him, becoming his dearest friend.

Time, however, was a cruel mistress. His family went to on a visit to a farm. This farm was owned by a family friend. This farm had many animals, one of those included cucco.

He was warned many times not to chase them, not to tease them. He was lucky Sky was there. Though, he didn’t get out unscathed. The physical scarring healed rather quickly, but the mental scars did him and his dear friend no favors. Sky decided she couldn’t stay, and left, taking her memory with her.

Years passed, though wary of most creatures now, Tortus grew into a functional adult. He traveled a few years, going places most would never dare, and even collecting a rather odd trinket. He married and settled down. While it wasn’t quite his dream to run a cafe, he couldn’t say no to his wife. It seemed to make her happy, and that was enough. Life was good, life was simple. Yes, he and his wife had arguments, and occasional fights would happen, but nothing they couldn’t work through together. After all, they had a child together, and their beautiful baby girl would certainly keep the peace.

Until that fateful night left him a broken man. Homeless, alone, and wondering the world, he became a sort of hermit, using his whittling skills to keep himself fed. Though he was getting used to his new life, he still held a deep resentment to his only companion. Majora, the source of his misfortune.

Years droned on, his travels taking him to many places. Places much farther then Termina, places not even within his own dimension. Hyrule seemed a much more prosperous place for him. His whittling became much more specialized, and soon he became known as The Happy Mask Salesman. After all, what would you call a man with a wide, persistent smile? He finally felt his homeless days would be over, and he could finally settle down once again. He still felt the need for travel, and occassionally returned to Termina if the need struck him. After all, what a better time to return home with his wears then the Carnival of Time? He even had a few repeat customers on his first day open. One being a young boy clad in green.

Though, as comfortable as he was now, he couldn’t shake the feeling that misfortune would once again creep up on him.

Hyrule turned to chaos. An evil king from a foreign land invaded. Monster’s flooded the streets. All the merchant could do was pack up and flee. The merchant had been sure that, somehow, in some way, this was the fault of Majora’s Mask. Perhaps the evil king felt it power, and went to seek it out. He never quite stayed in one place, venturing all over Hyrule to find a safe haven. Everywhere he went, he heard stories of a young hero clad in green.

It couldn’t have been. Surely not…

Weeks turned to months, and he had traveled many miles, hearing stories that this same young lad and his heroic feats. He even heard the boy had slayed the Evil King. In any case, he could not return to his shop. He couldn’t see all he worked hard to build crumbled and in ruin. So, he decided to visit home. After all, The Carnival of Time was soon.

Skullkid. That terrible, awful skullkid. The mask Tortus tried so hard to protect was taken from him so easily. The fate of Termina was doomed. That was, until a boy clad in green appeared. The same one from all those months ago.

Surely. Surely that boy could help him.

The Moon Incident was tough on everyone. Tougher yet on The Merchant’s guilty soul.

After The Moon Incident. Tortus found himself ready to return. After what he had been through, after what he had seen, he was sure he could handle seeing his shop in ruin.

So, he bid the hero goodbye, and traveled home once more.

Time had passed, and The Happy Mask Salesman had made a name for himself. Earning a reputation among the Hylian people. He had even started a few relationships. Closest friends, and dearest allies. Yes, perhaps, now, he could start to be happy.

#mobile links

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tomboyjessie13-artblog · 4 years

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Here's the digital drawing I promised, it's of Majora's Mask in their human form and in Modern era Hyrule. They're actually a bit of a redesign of a base drawing from 2016(Don't judge, it was years ago). I also made two of Majora's outfits before the modern era. Anyways, here's the bio and description. Keep in mind that there's gonna be some stuff based on Zelda canon but there's also stuff that are non-canon and made for RP purposes and personal enjoyment only, so don't take it seriously. But you're more than welcome to draw my version of Majora if you want, just remember to credit me. This also took hours to upload due to getting carried away with the backstory here.

Majora, Born "Tsukiyomi Majora" and formally called "Court Witch Majora", was a demon sorcerer who once lived peacefully in the Demon Realm prior to the events of "Skyward Sword". They once served the Merry-Go-Round royal family as their Court Witch before Demon King Demise took the throne, and is a family friend to them and Demise's four daughters. Unfortunately, when the Demon Realm fell due to Malladus' recklessness, Majora was gravely injured during the destruction and ended up falling into the primitive Termina through a wormhole and became a mask by a member of the ancient tribe. Consumed by their hatred and MALICE from the incident and being used for hexing, they snapped under the weight and became the most evil and cruel being who nearly brought Termina to it's end, infamously named: "Majora's Mask", before they were defeated by the current Link's ancestor; the Hero of Time. They, alongside Zant, currently reside in New Clock Town as a resident hexer after receiving a Mud Golum body by Veran.

~Technical Information~ Japanese: ムジュラ Romaji: Mujura Other Names: Tsukiyomi Majora(birth name), Court Witch Majora(former title), Majora's Mask(Infamous name), Parasite(Zant), Little Monster(Link), Aunt Jojo(Beelzebub and Lucifer) ~Biographical Information~ Born: Centuries before "Skyward Sword" Age: Ancient(physically in their mid-late 20's in Demon and Mud Golum forms) Classification: Demon(till catastrophe), Mask(till "Majora's Mask"), Mud Golum(currently) Gender: Genderless(currently) Sexual Orientation: Asexual Hair Color: Red Eye Color: Green Affiliation(s): Demon Realm(place of birth/formally), Termina(currently), Ancient tribe(formally), Clock Town/New Clock Town(currently), Court Witch(formally), Hexer(currently)

History and Personality

As a Demon

They were said to be a eccentric yet talented, charming, and funny demon sorcerer in the Demon Realm, thus earning their reputation, but is also criticized for being childish and bratty when things don't go their way, regardless, they were once a sane individual. In the Demon Realm, Majora was actually close friends with Queen Mirai Merry-Go-Round and Royal Chef Bellum, but is rather cautious around Demise due to his "strange behavior", they're also rivals with Demise's aid Malladus. They also have a soft spot for Demise and Mirai's daughters, Beelzebub, Lucifer, Aku no, and Karma, even acting as a surrogate "Mother" to them, and often hang out by Majora's favorite tree(It's rumored that the four remains are the masks the daughters created with them, and the tree is the same tree from the moon).

Later, Majora have grown to greatly despise both Demise and Malladus, the former for killing his own daughters to secure his throne, and the latter for foolishly destroying the Demon Realm and injuring them, both of their actions were one of the few factors that pushed Majora over the edge. During the destruction of the Demon Realm, they fell into one of the expanding wormholes that lead to worlds outside the realm, this one landed Majora in a primitive Termina.

There, they witnessed a group of humans celebrating a festival with four giant beings known as the Four Giants(these people will later build "Clock Town", and the festival will later become "The Carnival of Time"). They tried seeking their help but were too weak to move. Soon enough, a "man with white hair"(Whom the Fierce Deity's Mask's appearance would be based on) walked by and asked what happened, Majora explained what happened to them and told him that they'll die soon because their injuries are so severe. The man, feeling pity for the Demon, healed their soul with a "soothing song" with a instrument and their body was turned into a tree.

As a Mask

The man took the tree to his home and carved it into a mask based on Majora's original body, he made a small grave for them in his home, Majora had gave the man gratitude for giving them peace. Unfortunately, the white haired man died from old age years later, and a stranger walked into the home and found Majora's Mask. He examined the Mask and discovered that it contained all of Majora's magic, Majora tried asking what he was doing but their voice has fallen on deaf ears. The man took Majora to a settlement of land belonging to the ancient tribe that specializes in hexes and claimed that he created Majora's Mask to house magical powers, Majora called him out on his bull, but was ignored again.

The tribe began to use Majora for hexing rituals, they tried to stop them but was once again ignored, this continued for years causing Majora to slowly grow insane from the constant exposure of the hexes, even becoming desensitized to the twisted curses they created. During this time, Majora was left alone with memories of their past life, remembering what Demise and Malladus had done to them, their family, and their home back to the day, causing Majora to grow angry and unstable by the day, even developing a bloodthirsty hatred towards humanity for using Majora for their selfish gain, and blaming the white haired man for turning into a mask, thinking it was all a trick when really he was just trying to help. Regardless, they only have the memories of Mirai's four daughters to keep them sane. Until one day, there was one hexing ritual became so great that it caused them to lose memories of Mirai's four daughters, leaving them as a empty husk fueled by anger and hatred.

This acted as the breaking point for Majora and they snapped, their anger turned into rage, and their rage turned into MALICE, the very thing that plagued the Demon Realm for so long, and used it to get back at the tribe that used them by possessing a human. They eventually used their concealed powers and started destroying the tribe's home and it's inhabitants, developing a sadistic glee and enjoyment for chaos and destruction in the process. Laughing insanely, they happily proclaimed that they want all of humanity to die by their hands, and threatened to drag the moon from orbit to do that. But the surviving tribe members, fearing such a catastrophe, used a spell to put them in their place, knocking them out cold. The surviving tribe members then sealed Majora away, preventing misuse and the world from ending.

Pre-"Majora's Mask"

Centuries later, long after the tribe disappeared, Majora's obsession with destroying the world grew, while also trying to remember who the "four people" were. Then one day, a smiling man with a backpack full of masks(Happy Mask Salesman) arrived to Majora's prison, proclaimed that they're the ancient tribe's sacred artifact, and that they would make a proper addition to his collection, taking them away. Majora sees this as a chance to get back at humanity and tries coursing the salesman into wearing them, only to discover that he's too strong-hearted and sound of mind to be corrupted, and instead made the salesman pass out from trying to resist Majora.

Not long after, a Skull Kid and his fairy companions arrived out of curiosity, sensing that the imp isn't as strong in heart and mind as the salesman, they coursed him into wearing them and succeeded, giving Majora a new body and Skull Kid their tremendous power. During their that time, Majora learned that the Skull Kid was once friends with the Four Giants of Termina, and used that as leverage to push him into creating chaos and curses throughout the world and trap the Giants using the four masks the four daughters supposedly created, first starting with the Ikana Valley, then Snowhead, then Clock Town, then Great Bay, and then Woodfall, at some point they murdered the Deku Butler's son and took his soul, turned Kafei into a child just to satisfy their twisted sense of humor, and tried pulling the moon from it's orbit again to destroy Termina, creating a hideous looking face in the process.

Afterwards, Majora heard the Skull Kid crying and created a mental version of the tree on the moon to confront him. The Skull Kid cried that this isn't what he wanted, he just wanted his friends back, Majora berated them for being weak, telling him that they had all but abandoned him and caused mischief in the past in retaliation. While the Skull Kid had admitted that, they told Majora that they're hurting and murdering people who had nothing to do with both of their torment. Majora doesn't care, they just wanted all of Termina to die, and whither the Skull Kid likes it or not, they're dragging everyone with them to do so, thus leaving him trapped in the mental world. Soon enough, the Hero of Time arrives to the Lost Woods, and the events of "Majora's Mask" takes place.

Post-"Hyrule Warriors"

After being defeated, their soul was banished from their body and lost all of their magic, causing them to be even more angry. They spent more centuries roaming Termina and all the lands outside of it as a evil spirit, watching the worlds as they grew and watching the Hero of Time's descendants from afar, eventually they watched the events of "Hyrule Warriors" take place, at on point they met the Usuper King Zant and shared a lot of things in common with him. After which, they found the descendant of the Hero of Time(Warrior!Link) and snapped again, they began haunting his nightmares in an effort to drive him to insanity as revenge until they were sought out by Beelzebub, who recognized them as Majora.

Realizing that Majora has lost their memories of their past life, Beelzebub used her Black Box(a device that can only be used by Demon Gods) to try and restore it, while also reviewing what has happened to Majora during these last eons. Majora felt their first tears upon gaining their memories back, feeling like the daughters would never forgive them for trying to destroy Termina, while Beelzebub agreed what they did was unforgivable and chastised them for it, Beelzebub was willing to help them recover and get them a new body, but would require bribery. She took Majora to the newly revived Veran who gave them a new Mud Golum body, but was told that their new body would not possess any feelings of hunger nor fullness no matter how much they ate or drank, and that they would not bare children because the body's interfile.

Afterwards, Beelzebub took Majora to the Skull Kid they possessed and forced them to apologize to the imp, but was understandably rejected. After which, Majora began to hide out in Termina and the Lost Woods again since they have nowhere to go, but was warned to not cause anymore trouble in that world again like the last time. Because they had no magic, they're forced to use other means to gain it such as potions and food consumption, at some point they found their old Mask body being guarded by the Great Deku Tree in the Lost Woods, but was disappointed to learned that it doesn't contain any magic, but took it with them as it was their old body.

"Breath of the Wild" and Afterwards

Majora has gained a reputation in Termina as a Hexer, but is also criticized for being childish and sadistic. Soon enough, the Guardians, autonomous machines created by the Sheikah, entered Termina and started causing mass mayhem and destruction through the world much to Majora's sadistic glee. But that glee stopped when one of the Guardians started targeting them and shot at them, not having any strong magic to stop them, they lost their right leg during the carnage. Thankfully the Four Giants were called upon and the Guardians were deposed of, Majora was founded by Beelzebub and was taken to a doctor to be given a new prosthetic leg made from dark wood and Sheikah tech.

They were surprised to know that the humans and even the Giants would allow them to stay in Clock Town to recover after what Majora tried doing to them, Beelzebub explained that it's because they're compassionate to those in need, no matter how cruel the person is. She then told them that if Majora want to continue to stay in Town, they outta help them rebuild the town, Majora caved in and agreed, saying that they needed a roof over their head anyways, they participated hesitantly in the rebuild of Clock Town, now named "New Clock Town", using the Sheikah tech they salvaged from the broken Guardians.

After 100 years, they met the new hero(Wild!Link) and Princess Zelda who stumbled upon Termina, and teased Link ruthlessly, but was easily bested by him much to their chagrin. After a while, Aku no destroyed the worlds with her Key, but teamed up with Beelzebub to restore it and defeat MALICE. Once the worlds are restored, they joined Beelzebub and her friends in searching for the old Demon Realm. At some point they returned to Hyrule and Termina, during the Modern Era, they met up with Zant once more after having been banished from the Twilight Realm for his past crimes, they allowed Zant to live with them in Termina, becoming their roommate and partner in crime.

Trivia and Personality traits

- The name Majora may have been inspired by the ancient Brazilian society of a similar name, Marajoara, a culture that created masks, some of which look strikingly similar to Majora's Mask, this may also explain Majora's human appearance. The Japanese name "Majou" means "Witch" in Japanese, hence Majora's evil magic and previous occupation as a Court Witch.

- Majora follows a Japanese moon motif here; their family name is an alternate name to "Tsukuyomi", the Japanese god of the Moon, and their pigtails in their Mud Golum form resemble rabbit ears, which references the Japanese Moon rabbit. Both of them references Majora's infamous deed of dragging the moon from it's orbit in an effort to destroy Termina by crushing it.

- Despite being genderless, Majora prefers appearing female due to hearing the human belief that "all women are innocent little angels" when they know it's not true, thus uses this to lull people into a false sense of security and get away with things.

- Majora was described as very beautiful in their original Demon form, even having several suitors coming onto them because of this. But they turned them all down, saying they have better things to do than be tied down by marriage, though they admitted to liking Zant, they only see him as a partner and nothing more. They also don't seem to mind being infertile since they're asexual and don't like raising kids, Mirai's daughters being the only exception however.

- While they got their memories back and their malice exorcised, they still act as sadistic and childish as they were before due to the over exposure of hexing and games, becoming just as twisted as the tribe's hexers. They also gained the ability create small versions of the moon to throw at people.

- While displeased about having to consume human food and drinks for health, magic, energy, and climate resistance at first, they eventually became a bit of a Epicurean due to developing strong taste buds. They admitted that their favorite drink is Chateau Romani due to it's delicious flavors and great magical potential.

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SKYWARD SWORD.

In Skyward Sword, Link has lived his entire life on the floating island of Skyloft, situated above the clouds. He is childhood friends with Zelda, and they attend the Knight Academy together, where he is often bullied by rival student Groose. Link and the other students prepare for the annual Wing Ceremony, an important part of the initiation of new knights of Skyloft. After the ceremony, Link and Zelda go for a flight together on their Loftwings, when Zelda and her Loftwing are pulled below the clouds during a sudden and unusual storm.

That night, Link is visited by Fi, a being sent by the goddess Hylia to help him search for Zelda on the Surface. Fi leads Link to the Goddess Sword, and the following day, he ventures to the Surface. On the Surface, Link meets an old woman in the Sealed Temple at the Sealed Grounds. This woman assures Link that Zelda is safe and has embarked on a quest of her own and that he needs to continue to track her. While searching for Zelda, Link discovers that Zelda is also being followed by two other people: Impa, a servant of Hylia sent to protect Zelda on her quest; and Ghirahim, a self-proclaimed demon lord who claims responsibility for the storm that dragged Zelda to the Surface.

Eventually, Link finally catches up to Zelda with Impa at the ancient Temple of Time, but their reunion is cut short when Ghirahim finds and attacks the duo. Impa holds Ghirahim at bay as Zelda grants Link the Goddess's Harp. He then holds off Ghirahim for Zelda and Impa to escape through the Gate of Time, which Impa destroys as soon as she and Zelda are through.

Back at the Sealed Temple, the old woman shows Link a similar portal that leads to the same place as the portal at the Temple of Time and explains that Link needs to strengthen the Goddess Sword to use the portal. To strengthen the sword, Link must temper it in the Sacred Flames hidden in various places on the Surface.

Before he can set out on his new quest, however, a giant beast known as The Imprisoned, which was sealed in a pit outside the temple, breaks its seal and begins to climb toward the temple. With great effort, Link stops it and reseals it before it can reach the temple, and then sets out to find the Sacred Flames. After passing the three trials of the goddess, gaining spiritual growth, and transforming the Goddess Sword into the Master Sword, Link returns to the portal in the Sealed Temple.

Before he can use the portal, the Imprisoned breaks its seal again. Link reseals the creature again with the aid of Groose, who had followed Link to the Surface on his second visit to the Sealed Temple. Link then enters the second Gate of Time and reunites with Zelda, who explains that Link is the goddess's chosen hero before telling him that she, as Hylia's mortal reincarnation, must remain in a deep sleep to keep the demon king Demise, the true form of the Imprisoned, sealed within his prison. She then informs Link that he must find and use the Triforce to destroy Demise so that she will be able to wake up in their own time.

Link sets out to the Sky Keep and obtains the Triforce, using its might to wish for the eradication of Demise. Zelda is finally released from her duty in the present, but shortly after, Ghirahim abducts her and transports her to the past, planning to resurrect Demise in that period. Despite Link's attempts to stop him, Ghirahim sacrifices Zelda's soul to Demise, thus allowing Demise to break free of his seal. Link then challenges Demise, who is impressed with Link's courage, and thus accepts the challenge.

Ultimately, Link defeats Ghirahim and Demise, and seals the remains of the demon king in the Master Sword. But before being sealed, Demise warns him that his hatred will be reborn as a being to pursue domination of the world, as well as those with the blood of the goddess and spirit of the hero, in a cycle without end. Back in the present, Zelda decides to remain on the Surface and wonders what Link plans to do. Link smiles, hinting that he, too, plans to stay on the Surface with Zelda and help her watch over the Triforce.

OCARINA OF TIME / MAJORA’S MASK.

As a child, Link grew up in the Kokiri Forest believing that he was a Kokiri, but in reality, he was an orphaned Hylian. Due to Link being a Hylian, he did not possess a Fairy companion, which led to him being ostracized by the majority of the Kokiri Forest, except for his best friend Saria and the Great Deku Tree. Eventually, Link was bestowed with a fairy named Navi by the Deku Tree to help guide him on his quest to save Hyrule.

In the land of Hyrule, legends speak of the Triforce, the mythical Golden Power said to reside in the Sacred Realm which has the power to grant the wishes of its holder. Ganondorf, the King of the Gerudo tribe, schemes to enter the Sacred Realm to claim the Triforce and thus rule the world. With the unwitting assistance of Link and Hyrule's Princess Zelda, Ganondorf can enter the Sacred Realm after Link retrieves the Master Sword from the Pedestal of Time.

However, because Ganondorf's heart was not in balance, the Triforce separated upon being touched by the King of Evil, leaving him with only the Triforce of Power and transforming the Sacred Realm into a corrupt world of evil. The Triforce of Wisdom was then bestowed upon Princess Zelda and the Triforce of Courage upon Link, respectively. Link was then put into a slumber for seven years until he matured enough to properly handle the Blade of Evil's Bane, the Master Sword. Meanwhile, Ganondorf used the Triforce of Power to take over Hyrule, transforming the land into a world of monsters.

Link eventually awakens as the Hero of Time and, using the Master Sword and the Pedestal of Time, travels through time to seek the Seven Sages, who were said to have the power to bind Ganondorf and return peace to Hyrule. With the assistance of the Seven Sages, the Hero of Time, wielding the Master Sword, battles Ganondorf and weakens him enough to allow the Sages the time they need to bind him and throw him back into the void of the Evil Realm. The King of Evil, with the Triforce of Power still in his hand, threatens to return one day to exterminate the descendants of the Hero of Time and the Sages to make them pay for his imprisonment.

With Hyrule now at peace, Princess Zelda uses her power as a Sage to send Link back to his own age to regain his lost childhood. Upon his departure, the Triforce of Courage splits apart into eight shards and are scattered across the land to be found again one day by another Hero that would need its power. The Master Sword is also left in the Hero's wake, being returned to its pedestal in turn. With this act, the Hero of Time vanishes from this branch of Hyrule's history, leaving only his legend behind. Before leaving the land of Hyrule, Link warns Princess Zelda about Ganondorf's plans and what the future would unfold if the King of Evil was not stopped. The princess entrusts Link with the Ocarina of Time to prevent Ganondorf from entering the Sacred Realm, and the young hero then departs from Hyrule with the ocarina in hand to seek his fairy companion, Navi. In the process, however, he stumbles into a parallel universe known as Termina, which was being threatened to be destroyed by its Moon. With the aid of the Ocarina of Time and the fairy Tatl, Link saves Termina from its imminent downfall and soon after leaves the land.

Despite this, the Hero of Time continued to lament the fact that he was not remembered as a hero after he was returned to his original time upon defeating Ganon. After his death, he was unable to go to the afterlife because of the regrets that kept him tied to the world of the living, feeling regret that he was unable to pass on the lessons of his life to the younger generations. To ease his regrets and finally pass on his knowledge, he teaches the seven Hidden Skills to his descendant, the Link of Twilight Princess.

TWILIGHT PRINCESS.

In Twilight Princess, Link is a youth who has been raised as a wrangler outside of Hyrule territory in Ordon Village. He is fascinated by swordsmanship and horse riding. His mentor, Rusl, requests that Link goes in his place to deliver a sword he has made for the Royal Family of Hyrule. Before Link can go on this journey, his village is attacked by King Bulblin and his band of Bulblins, who carry off the village children.

Pursuing them, Link encounters a wall of Twilight blocking the way. A Shadow Beast pulls him beyond the wall into the Twilight, where he is transformed into a wolf and imprisoned in Hyrule Castle's dungeon. Link is soon freed by an imp-like Twili being named Midna. She agrees to help him if he obeys her unconditionally. She guides him to Princess Zelda in the castle tower. Zelda explains that Zant, the King of Twilight, has stolen the light from three of the four Spirits of Light and conquered Hyrule. To save the kingdom, Link must first restore the Light Spirits by entering the Twilight-covered areas and, as a wolf, recover the Spirits' lost light.

Accompanied by Midna, Link restores the light to the Light Spirit Faron and is returned to his Hylian form. During this time, Link also helps Midna locate the fragments of the Fused Shadow, relics containing powerful dark magic. In return, she helps Link find Ordon Village's kidnapped children. Once Link has restored the Light Spirits and found all of the Fused Shadow Fragments, they are suddenly ambushed by Zant. After he relieves Midna of the Fused Shadow fragments, she ridicules him for abusing his tribe's magic, but Zant responds that his power comes from another source as he uses it to turn Link back into a wolf.

He then leaves Midna to die from the world's light forced upon her, prompting Link to bring her to Zelda to help her. Link learns that he needs the Master Sword to return to human form. Zelda sacrifices herself to heal Midna with her power before vanishing mysteriously. Moved by her sacrifice, Midna agrees to help Link find the Master Sword. After finding the legendary blade, Link is cleansed of the magic that kept him in wolf form, transforming it into the Shadow Crystal. Using this crystal, Link can switch between both forms at will.

Midna leads Link to the Mirror of Twilight located deep within the Gerudo Desert, the only known gateway between the Twilight Realm and Hyrule. However, they discover that the mirror is shattered. The ghostly Sages there explain that Zant tried to destroy it, but he was only able to shatter it into fragments; only the true ruler of the Twili can completely destroy the Mirror of Twilight. They also reveal that they used it a century ago to banish Ganondorf, the Gerudo leader who attempted to steal the Triforce, to the Twilight Realm when executing him failed.

Assisted by an underground group called The Resistance, they meet in Castle Town, Link and Midna set out to retrieve the missing shards of the mirror, defeating those they infected. Once the portal is restored, Midna is revealed to be the true ruler of the Twilight Realm, usurped by Zant when he cursed her into her current form. Confronting Zant, Link and Midna learn that Zant's coup was made possible when he forged a pact with Ganondorf, who asked for Zant's assistance in conquering Hyrule. After Link defeats Zant, Midna recovers the Fused Shadows but destroys Zant after learning that only Ganondorf's death can release her from her curse.

Returning to Hyrule, Link and Midna find Ganondorf in Hyrule Castle, with a lifeless Zelda suspended above his head. Ganondorf fights Link by possessing Zelda's body and eventually by transforming into a beast, but Link defeats him and Midna can resurrect Zelda. Ganondorf then revives, and Midna teleports Link and Zelda outside the castle so she can hold him off with the Fused Shadow.

However, as Hyrule Castle collapses, it is revealed that Ganondorf was victorious as he crushes Midna's helmet. Ganondorf engages Link on horseback, and, assisted by Zelda and the Light Spirits, Link eventually knocks Ganondorf off his horse and they duel on foot before Link strikes down Ganondorf and plunges the Master Sword into his chest.

With Ganondorf dead, the Light Spirits not only bring Midna back to life but restore her to her true form. After bidding farewell to Link and Zelda, Midna returns home before destroying the Mirror of Twilight with a tear to maintain a balance between Hyrule and the Twilight Realm. Near the end, as Hyrule Castle is rebuilt, Link leaves Ordon Village heading to parts unknown.

This incarnation of Link is given the title "Hero of Twilight".

THE WIND WAKER.

After the valleys of ancient Hyrule are flooded in a deluge, Ganondorf's power is mysteriously tamed for ages before his dark energy begins to be felt over the Great Sea. Link lives on Outset Island on the Great Sea, the region above Hyrule after it was flooded by the gods to prevent Ganondorf from conquering it. Link is given the green tunic and hat on his birthday to commemorate the Hero of Time, but an attack by the Helmaroc King in which his sister is kidnapped starts him on a whirlwind adventure.

Link quickly sets sail and acquires the King of Red Lions (a talking boat) in his quest to recover Aryll after she is kidnapped by the Helmaroc King and taken to the Forsaken Fortress. Instead of simply rescuing his sister, Link is drawn into a sequence of events that eventually put the fate of all the islands of the Great Sea in his hands.

Once again, Ganon has appeared with limited power. Link is pulled into the conflict between the island inhabitants and Ganondorf's increasing presence as he, with the help of the Wind Waker, races to recapture the ancient power of the Triforce and the Master Sword before Ganondorf's true power is realized.

Eventually, the King of Red Lions sees fit to grant Link the title ‘Hero of Winds’ in honor of his ongoing struggle with the forces of evil In the final showdown. Link defeats Ganondorf for good, stabbing him in the head with the Master Sword. The King of Hyrule's wish with the Triforce was to give Link and Princess Zelda a future, and at the end of the game they set out to find a new land to be the next kingdom after Hyrule.

BREATH OF THE WILD.

10,000 years before the beginning of the game, the evil Calamity Ganon threatens Hyrule, but he is defeated by a princess with the blood of the goddess and with the help of her appointed knight. Hyrule matured into an advanced civilization, protected by four Divine Beasts (enormous animalistic machines) and an army of Guardians (autonomous weapons).

Upon Ganon's return, four great warriors were given the title of Champion, and each piloted one of the Divine Beasts to weaken Ganon while the princess and knight fought him so she could seal him away. 9,900 years later, the kingdom of Hyrule had devolved to a medieval state.

Reading their ancestors' prophecies, the Hylians recognized the signs of Ganon's return and excavated the Divine Beasts and Guardians. During this time, Zelda trained vigorously to awaken the sealing magic needed to defeat Ganon. The champions of Hyrule's races—Daruk, warrior of the mountainous Goron; Mipha, princess of the aquatic Zora; Revali, archer of the birdlike Rito; and Urbosa, chief of the desert-dwelling Gerudo—assembled to pilot the Divine Beasts, while the current Zelda and Link battled Ganon.

However, Ganon possessed the Guardians and Divine Beasts, turning them against Hyrule. King Rhoam and the Champions were killed, the castle town was destroyed, and Link was gravely wounded. Zelda took Link to safety, hid the Master Sword, and used her magic to trap Ganon in Hyrule Castle.

100 years after that, an amnesiac Link awakens in Hyrule. He meets an old man, who reveals himself as the spirit of King Rhoam. Rhoam explains that Ganon, sealed in Hyrule Castle, has grown strong; he pleads for Link to defeat Ganon before he breaks free and destroys the world.

Link travels across Hyrule, returning to locations from his past and regaining his memories. With the help of the Hyrulean races, he boards the four Divine Beasts and purges them of Ganon's monsters, releasing the spirits of Hyrule's former champions and allowing them to pilot the Divine Beasts once again. After obtaining the Master Sword from the Lost Woods, Link enters Hyrule Castle and defeats Ganon with the help of the Divine Beasts and Zelda's Bow of Light.

Zelda seals Ganon away, restoring peace and allowing the spirits of King Rhoam and the champions to depart. Sensing their presence, Link and Zelda smile fondly. Zelda realizes that Hyrule must be rebuilt and that she and Link must begin the process themselves. As Link and Zelda survey Hyrule and embark to rebuild their world, the princess confides that she may no longer possess any supernatural power, yet still, she is happy.

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MY HERO ACADEMIA.

A Pro Hero who simply goes by the hero name of Link. His Quirk is Triforce of Courage. He has an unbreakable spirit and when he calls upon his inner courage, his strength gets an incredible boost. He is able to wield an energy sword that he calls the ‘Master Sword’. When struck, an enemy will fall into a deep slumber that only Link can wake them from. He does this by playing the Sonata of Awakening on his ocarina.

His Quirk also allows him to pick up objects that an average human normally wouldn’t be able to pick up (e.g large boulders). However, he has to keep on top of his training otherwise his spirit will weaken and so will his powers.

#&; ( LINK VERSES )#//under a cut for now #//because it's so long

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This is the first part of the Temple of Longing series, which introduces the stage for what the characters will be playing into. I tried to do some world building in my time period, so I hope it worked out well enough. Sorry if it’s a little confusing! This one took about an hour and twenty minutes! Kelzack did a great job, as ever, capturing the idea I offered him!

THE TEMPLE OF LONGING.

Follows: Prologue.

Part I

FLAVIUS THE FULMINOUS felt his fleeting fascination for the philistine formation fast fading. Since leaving Akhlat with the Legio XIII Termina, he had shadowed the Satrap Mostafa’s movements with particular care not to be lured free the shadows of the city reconquered. Legio XI Suprema, that which he pacified the western desert upon receiving his command, and Legio XII Exodia, recently arrived from Nemedia with fresh-faced soldiers, could be entrusted to maintain civil order within the city. But when it came to speed and predictable excellence, he had placed the XIII at the forefront of his command.

The legatus held no lack of trust in the ability of any that fought beneath him, for a soldier of Aquilonian training was worth thrice the swarthy, sand-bred Turanian jackals that pranced about before him. The satrap’s hounds were many, but Legio XIII was as industrious as it was invincible: small, exacting, and well-blooded. In a single engagement he had no doubt that they would be able to pierce the enemy’s line and take from their satrap his jeweled crown and the garrulous, blackened head that rested beneath it.

But battle was not just one battle—and war was not merely one war. Since Emperor Maxentius’ defeat in the valley of Asgard and Vanaheim, had a tradition been born of that very lesson: there was never a single action; there was never a single consequence.

All must be accounted for before the glory of the Empire.

His fascination was not with the quality of the men that were before him, or even the quantity of those that marched about in their hurried steps. Ants, in truth, held the ability to make some formation—and an ant, likely, knew more loyalty to its singular leader than any of the men that served beneath the satrap. Mostafa was, as far as he understood, as much a governor as he was a warlord—the peace treaty between the reemergent Aquilonian Empire and the Turanian Caliphate had already been tested as a result of his actions. Tested, and quite honestly, found more than wanting.

He had seen his adversary, this Mostafa, the Satrap of Samara, but once on the occasion that he had wrested from his control the singular city of Akhlat, which had proven little more than an outpost and yet positioned him to retake the region from its heart. Though the Zuagir Desert was thitherto neutral territory, the regions held nominally could be physically secured with enough dedication and determination. There were few in the Empire, Flavius knew, that held either in greater order than he—and in truth, his adversary would not have numbered among that list, either.

Mostafa stood taller than most men but lacked the stocky build and determined nature of a Hyperborean. Instead, he was slender, and seemed almost emaciated for his height—a Stygian, or at least Keshani heritage might have accounted for his exotic, nigh hermaphroditic build. But the man’s face was a mystery to him, for though he had heard rumor that it was scarred black and rotted from the pox, when they had caught glimpse of each other across fathoms of sand he would he would gladly stained a muddied red, the savage wore a black-iron mask, beneath a crown of gold fitted over samite scarves that draped past his shoulders. It was surely a look meant to inspire fear.

To Flavius, it was merely a sign that the satrap was all show—no action.

He, of course, was something different. An Aquilonian did not gain the name “The Fulminous” for the simple alliterative effect of it, though he had in truth been ‘the Furious’ before a clever Nemedian courtesan saw fit to so bless him with that sobriquet he then saw visited timely upon that callipygian physique.

By look, he would hardly have been deserving the title. In youth he had been gifted with golden curls and a fair disposition, with the slender and spare build of a scholar of Nemedia—or a courtesan of Brythunia, by the claim of his long vanquished rivals—though time had seen his golden curls become silvered and fall with less vibrance upon his lined and worn face. Savagery had never been his calling, but swordsmanship was a honed talent that he had come to appreciate with each enemy vanquished.

Beneath the command of Imperator Lysander and his Imperial Vanguard he had served loyally and gained great acclaim, basking in the blood of slaughtered foes in the shadows of Asgard. That had been good fighting—pressed from all sides, and never wanting for a chance to see blood let. The salient known as Emperor’s Fall should well have been consumed by Pict, Cimmerian, or Nordheimer, and yet those vile beasts had turned upon each other and permitted the garrison to eventually be resupplied and fortified. It held then—held as a symbol of the Empire that was to be restored.

But those were different times, when the Empire was yet recovering from the Tumult, and generals more than claimants to the throne left vacant by Maxentius’ glorious demise were the power within the realm. Though he would gladly die for the Empire, as he had shown time and again, Flavius could not claim to be a great supporter of the current emperor—or the system that had seen him to the throne.

It was Imperator Lysander that had told him, “The Imperial Dame names the boy, Rutilus, to the throne.”

There was no part of it that sat well with him. The Imperial Dame—a half-mad old woman, more a slattern than a sovereign, that had fucked her way through the generalship until she had, by chance more than fate, acquired enough support to bring some semblance of peace to the realm? And this woman—this whore—was then of enough worth and merit to name a boy—a weak, scrawny, redhaired child who seemed more Cimmerian than Aquilonian—to a throne that, by all accounts, he had struggled to deny and wept furiously over in an attempt to avoid?

That whore? That boy? That throne? That was the way the Empire was to be run? By the whims of old women and boys that did not wish to lead? He had shared little of his views with Lysander, for he was aware that the aged general was as true to the Empire as the purple robes that Marcus Rutilus Maximus wore while sitting in a throne too large for him, under the purple-rimmed gaze of a woman far too old to know sense.

But he liked it little—nay, he hated it, and kept his place despite it. For if Lysander could do so, then he would as well. It had been Lysander, after all, that was blessed with Maxentius’ gladius and told to ride south—ride south with the bloodied sword and prevent the Empire from falling. Had any other told him to walk the line, he would have seen them unmanned, but the wizened old general had earned his place—and his loyalty. The belief that the one that wept over command was also the one most deserving of it was a bitter brew to swallow, but he had managed it and some good did come of it. The generals stopped fighting one another and resumed reconquering lands that were lost. He had been moved from the North to the East, promoted to one of the Five Generals that Reclaimed the Throne, and faced against the exotic, sand-hued cretins that then danced with swaying formations before him.

Once more, he was at battle.

Yet by Mitra, how he missed the simplicity of slaughtering those fair-haired barbarians. They knew to rush forth and die with inane cries to their false gods—however these vulgarians of the East? But for their fanciful marching orders, the perfumed whores they fucked may as well have been the same soldiers that lined their shamshirite columns. They were hardly a true challenge—hardly worthy the good, Imperial steel that pierced their faint hearts.

The flap of his tent opened, and a large man entered. He wore the Flavian insignis, marking him as one of his personal cohort, though his gait and stance would have served well enough. Of those that he had taken with him, those such as Brutalus were invaluable—he had personally trained them from the time they were cubs, to the moment they stood as tall and noble as the lupine beasts that Emperor Maxentius had crawled from the dying womb of, if legend was to be believed.

“Legatus,” Brutalus said. “The Hyrkanian auxiliary is returned.”

Flavius grimaced. “I should hope not the entirety of their number this time.”

“No, my lord. Just the outriders.” Brutalus’ tone implied a levity that Flavius did not feel. His features had reddened slightly from the memory of what vexation he knew when the call for a report had seen the zuun of auxiliaries he had requisitioned arrive. The Hyrkanians do not understand nuance, he had been told. They respond to orders directly—and efficiently.

He had heard tell of how an order disobeyed by one Hyrkanian meant the entire arban from which they were come was slaughtered. In the face of that, decimation seemed a godsend—but perhaps that explained their dedication to the point.

“What did they report?”

“That it is as you suspected. Satrap Mostafa is moving his men to obfuscate something more.”

“Obfuscate,” Flavius mused. “Was that your word or theirs?”

Brutalus paused. “My word, my lord—”

“Do not place civilized words in the mouths of savages,” Flavius said. “If a Hyrkanian uses the word ‘obfuscate,’ then see him, or her—or it, whatever damned thing they choose to be called—flogged and left to the buzzards.”

The discovery of the supposed ‘other’ genders by which Hyrkanians designated themselves had been of little amusement to him. Their wild, alien culture was as unsatisfying to him as the gaudy costumes that they wore when not astride their horses—but when it came to horsemanship, he knew well that no equites of the Empire could compare. Pissing standing or sitting, a Hyrkanian with a bow was a force to be reckoned with.

So for the time being he chose to permit them their perversions—and they, in turn, provided him with what he needed. But he did know how limited their language was and how their grasp on proper dialects proved to be at best comical and at worst unintelligible. Any that spoke a word such as ‘obfuscate’ was surely a creature to be taken as fed the word by some slithering, simpering Samaran spymaster. He was of half a mind to question how Brutalus, of all people, had learned the word, but then the young man had always been industrious.

He had probably taken to fucking some kohl-eyed Iranistani whore. Mirza Hashem, the big-bellied, Iranistani nobleman that had thrown his lot in with the Empire, had provided more than a few of them—and though he found little interest in the meat they shook before his men, he appreciated the discipline they encouraged. Rapine and assault were disorderly things. It was sorrowfully better to see it paid for than plundered.

“Did this eloquent scout ascertain as to what the satrap was attempting to conceal?”

“They assessed—my word, sir—the situation and came to the conclusion that as several of the cataphractarii were displaced, that perhaps a smaller detachment was sent to escort the satrap’s pleasure palace to a safer location.”

There was nothing one of the dusky and dimwitted barbarians cared for more than the holes he placed his cock into, after all. Flavius’ frown caused a furrowing of his brows as he looked back to his map. He used a hand to trace along it a route between Samara and their current position within the Zuagir desert. “If that is the case, then he is screening for Zuagir—not our men.”

“Exactly so, my lord,” Brutalus said. He drew closer and looked to where his commander was indicating. His jaw clenched somewhat as he fought to determine what was being expected of him then, realizing it was beyond his grasp, he shook his head.

Flavius favored silence over speech. He did not understand how any man, raised in Maxentian tradition, could not see the value in that and yet, as his commander—as his teacher, he knew it was for him to guide him, as he had so many times before. “Listen closely, my boy,” he said. “In days to come you will understand the guile of savages—and how they can be bested by their own perfidious machinations.” He considered the man before him and took a moment to admire all he had crafted. Brutalus had been a wide-eyed boy when he came to him, and through careful tutelage and intense training he had seen the mountain of brawn and bravery crafted. Though the Flavian cohort could not be considered on parity with the Emperor’s solarii, they nevertheless did inspire courage. Even the Deathless of the Turanian Caliphate were no easy victors over them.

Perhaps Brutalus was not the sharpest of his men—but a mace did not need sharpened edges, did it? It merely needed to be wielded well and often by an arm tested and true.

“The satrap’s hubris will be his undoing,” Flavius said. “Truthfully, I can no longer tolerate this heat or the damned prancing about of our would-be adversary.”

“His pleasure palace is the answer to that, sir?”

“Of course it, my boy. Look.” He motioned for him to draw closer and waited as the behemoth of a man, whose muscles teamed beneath his bronzing skin, tipped about the table. As he was closer, he caught the faint hint of saffron upon him. Indeed, he had found some kohl-laced whore to sate himself upon. That was good—women for pleasure kept men from delving into bonds that might have seen more lasting relations jeopardized.

“I admit I see but a map, my lord.”

“Consider what the satrap has assumed of our position.” He ran his finger along the map once more, triangulating all that was before him. “They say that when Emperor Maxentius defeated the Picts at Sutagus, it was with a single legion acting with surprise as their command. Savages are semi-human yes, but they understand patterns—as most animals do, and the lull we have entered is one that has shown them a pattern. Mostafa grows emboldened because by this time he believes we are duped by his fanciful displays.”

“And we are not, my lord.”

“Indeed, Brutalus—we are not. His display has been, to this point, intended to obfuscate—as you have said so adequately—the weakening of his wing. Naturally, he is expecting to protect these men from an attack by Zuagirs, so they will not be overly numerous.”

For if there was any creature that could claim descent from buzzard, it was the Zuagirs that circled like birds about weakened prey and waited for it to fall. Seven men of any legion could have seen thirty of them to flight—surely, at least twenty Turanians could do the same as well.

“Then your plan, my lord?”

“We gather a small, expert force—a Hyrkanian outrider, that Bossonian lad you spake of yestereve, and three more of the legion. Dispatch them to head off the pleasure escort, scatter it, and then take the contents hostage. They should be able to outpace the cataphractarii, and send word back to the legion. Distressed, the satrap will be forced to move and will place to his rear the pretense of a guard while hastening to protect his assets. Without his wealth, he is nothing more than a brigand.”

Brutalus at last brightened. “I see, my lord. Brilliantly done.” The glow of his eyes was no different than when he had taken the young man’s arms into his own and carefully shown him the manner in which Bossonians fired their bows. It was a marvel that so many years later and so much more distance between them, there were some habits that did not fade.

Flavius could hardly suppress his chuckle. “As you say, my boy—brilliantly done. We shatter the rear guard and bring the Turanians to action. Suprema and Exodia can quickly cover the distance once we have secured our battle. By day’s end, before the satrap can regroup, my cohort will have him—you, will have him, my boy. It is a great day for the Empire.”

“I would never stake acclaim over yourself, my lord.” Brutalus said, with practiced humility. His smile manifested as a vague twitch of his lips. “But to capture a satrap and his treasures, is that not reason enough for a triumph?”

“If such is something the Empire yet displays, I should think so.” Flavius recalled the last he had seen—before the boy emperor that then sat the August Throne did so, when Imperator Lysander had captured the Cimmerian warlord Agba and three of his sons in single combat. Could he know that glory? They were within reach of returning the Empire to Maxentius’ original claim upon the world. Was that not reason enough to perhaps restore the tradition of triumph to the people? “Ready your men, Brutalus. If I am to have a triumph, do not think your name will be long from mine own.”

Brutalus’ smile became stronger at that—more charming than ever before. “My lord, I assure you—after today, if your name is to be known across the Empire, then I shall do all I can to see mine placed nearby.”

#conan #temple of longing #writing exercise #flavius the fulminous

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ghosttoasts · 5 years

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Healing

Part one

Time sucked in a sharp breath as he awoke so suddenly. He took deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm himself from his night terror without waking the others. It’s been about a week since he turned into a child. He’s returned to his normal mentality, acting as if nothing was amiss but..it’s been getting more difficult to keep that mask in place.

As much as he doesn’t want to admit, handling his traumas and memories as a child was proving to be much more difficult than usual. Perhaps it was because he was in the body of a ten year old, perhaps it was because everything hurt so much more because of the same reason. He sighs through his nose and slowly sits up, brushing his hair out of his eyes. The distant memory of Navi comforting him during nightmares came to his mind but he quickly pushed it aside. No. He would not give in to his grief any more. He had grieved long enough.

He looks around and feels a small bit of relief settle in his chest when he saw that everyone else was accounted for and asleep, all except Legend who had taken the middle shift. He rubs his eyes tiredly and yawns before looking up and freezing. The moon. It looked so full and so close. He felt his breathing begin to quicken as he stared up at the moon with terrified blue eyes.

He could see it as if it was happening. The moon, with its anguished expression, coming down without mercy. Being pulled out of the sky as if it were an apple being picked from a tree. He could almost feel the earth rumble in protest. The rumbles growing more powerful and more frequent the closer the moon got. He could hear the laughter of the Skull Kid. Of Majora. Laughing at his failures. Laughing at how he let everyone die. Laughing about how he had taken Darmani’s identity. How he had been too late to save Mikau, no matter how fast he had gotten to the shore. He had always been too late.

Finally, he could hear the Happy Mask Salesman. Could hear his usual greeting when he had been too late. When he had let the moon fall. The man would look at him with that same empty look and utter the same words every time. “You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you.” The one man who knew what he was going through. The one man who could have offered him someone to lean on, some sort of help, would simply brush him off because all he cared about was that damn mask.

Time whimpers as he wipes his eyes. No. He would not cry. He’s cried enough. He’s mourned for more than half of his life. All he can remember doing as a child is mourning. Mourning the loss of his friends, his family. Mourning the Great Deku Tree. Mourning his lost childhood. Mourning the loss of his freedom. Mourning the loss of an entire world. Mourning the loss of his most precious friend. It seemed all he was good for was sacrificing his life and mourning for those he’s loved.

He sniffs before freezing when he sees something in his peripheral vision. Upon turning around, he lets out a shaky breath of relief when he realizes it was just Legend settling down against a stone just outside the camp. He shook his head and ran his hands through his head. He needed to get a grip. He wasn’t a baby. He could handle his emotions.

He carefully tugs on his boots but doesn’t secure them, letting them fall a little as he stands. He picks at his fingers as he makes his way towards Legend, his too big boots making his presence known. Once he gets to Legend, he hesitates before sitting down. He crosses his legs and plays with his tunic as they sit in shared silence. Occasionally, they would hear an owl hoot or the soft buzzing of bugs. A gentle breeze blew by, the scent of nature in it. Time breaths it in and sighs, relaxing ever so slightly.

“Never took you as the type to have night terrors.” Legend spoke after a few more moments of silence.

“How did you know it was a night terror?” Quizzed the smaller, avoiding eye contact with Legend.

“You don’t have a shift tonight and you aren’t the type to just wake up for no reason. If there were monsters, we would currently be defending the sleeping beauties behind us.” The traveller drawls, the hint of a smirk on his face.

Time cracked a small smile oh amusement at what Legend had said before sighing and leaning back against the stone, gazing up at the night sky. “Yes..I did have a night terror.” He confirms as he gently makes his booted feet touch.

—

Legend hums in acknowledgment but doesn’t request an elaboration. He knew that Time should talk about his childhood traumas, he himself has faced things he would rather not remember. But keeping things bottled up will only lead to something more dangerous. Bottled up grief and anger will lead to drastic and dangerous actions and thoughts.

As he was about to suggest that Time get a drink of water then go back to bed, a soft voice began to fill the void of silence. Not just a voice, a song filth the air, soft and melodic. His surprise grew when he discovered that it was Time who was singing. He relaxed and listened, letting the melody was over him.

“Day to night, dark to light,

Fall the sands of time.

Let the years like the gears

Of a clock unwind” Sang the child, his voice was light but it also held a sorrow and heaviness.

This tune sounded familiar to him but it didn’t know why. He hesitates before opening his pouch and pulling out his Ocarina. He closed his eyes and listened to the lyrics, trying to map out the melody in his mind.

“In your mind walk through time

Back to better days.

Memories, like a dream,

Wash your tears away.”

Legend took a breath before beginning to play his Ocarina along to Time’s singing. He heard the boy falter and was about to stop when the singing continued. He may not be the best with feelings, but he could tell that this song meant something to the other. He didn’t know what, but he could feel it.

“Like a star in the sky,

Darkness can’t reach you.

Light the night, joy is light,

Till the new dawn.”

As the song continued on, he felt as though he were lighter. That his soul felt soothed and relaxed for once, something he hasn’t felt since he was a child. This must have been one of the magic songs Malon had told them of. The songs that haunted Time from one of his journeys when he was young. But this song did not feel menacing nor malevolent. It felt calming.. felt as though it were healing.

“Cast away your old face,

Let go your spite.

With this mask I’ll ask,

To borrow your light.”

They continued like this, for how long? Neither of them know. They had both succumbed to the peaceful verses of the song and had allowed it to guide them through the melody. It felt as though they were in their own world, their own bubble that was separated from the rest of the world around them. Nothing mattered in this moment. Not the Goddesses, not the Triforce, not the spirit that binds them together, not even the shadows that seemed to watch their every move. The only thing that mattered was the flow of the melody and their feelings.

“Darkness is fading now,

It’s not too late.

Three days is all you have,

To change your faith.”

The song soon came to its end. Legend held the note on his Ocarina for an extra beat before letting that fade as well and they were left in silence once more. They both took their time to catch their breaths. Legend looked at his Ocarina before putting it back in his pouch. He cracked his knuckles before looking over at the child.

“What was that song?” He asks curiously yet keeping his tone quiet, not wanting to calm atmosphere to leave.

“The song of healing..I learned it during my journey to Termina..” The child answered after a few moments. His tone hinting that he did not wish to discuss what or where Termina was.

Legend nods, satisfied with the answer. He hesitates before speaking. “I know I’ve been...colder to you. That I’ve been holding resentment towards you for what happened to me.” He winces. He was never good with feelings. “What I’m trying to say is that..I’m always here. I may not be the best with feelings but..I’m a decent listener.” He finishes, shifting.

He doesn’t see it, but Time smiles a bit brighter, his posture relaxing. The smaller sets a hand on Legends knee and gives it a gentle squeeze. A silent thank you as well as a silent invitation of the same offer. Time understood how difficult it could be for some to share their feelings or traumas. He would never pressure any of them to share their experiences but he would always be open to helping them if they needed it.

Legend feels himself relax as well and watches the landscape before them. He holds back a yawn, a subtle reminder at his late it actually was. He sets a hand on Times shoulder as he looks down at him and gestures towards his bedroll with a nod.

“Head back to bed, it’s getting late and you’ll need all the energy you can get tomorrow. I don’t wanna be stuck with carrying you on my back.”

—

Time snorted at that and rolled his eyes before nodding. “Alright. Good night, Legend.” He hums. He hesitates before hugging the other tighter. He felt Legend tense before slowly relaxing and wrapping his left arm around him.

“You’re welcome, kid..” The hero mumbles and gives Time a gentle squeeze before pushing him away jokingly. “Now go to bed, brat or I’ll take ya to your bedroll myself.” He threatens with a relaxed grin.

Time laughs softly and nods before standing and going back to his bedroll, yawning softly as he did. He sat back down on it and slowly took off his boots, his eyes growing heavy with sleep.

He felt grateful that Legend didn’t push him away nor call him over emotional. He had never expected Legend out of all of them to comfort him as he did. His mind wondered why Legend could play the Song of Healing but he didn’t wish to dwell on it. Perhaps it was passed down or perhaps the other had a skill of picking up melodies.

He curls up on his bedroll and brings the blanket over himself, clutching his blanket tightly as he watched the small fire dance lazily. Even though he didn’t talk about his night terror nor of his experience in Termina, he felt better. Felt lighter. The memories were still there, they still plagued his mind like an itch that won’t go away. But..they were distant now. Quieter. Easier to push aside for the time being. He would tell them one day. One day he’ll explain everything.

As his eyes fell closed, the melody of Healing echoed in his mind, becoming a soothing lullaby that lulled him to sleep. A melody that he once loathed because it would mean death. A melody that usually meant an end of a life now had the potential to be something more. To perhaps be the start of a new era. An era peace. An era of healing. Not just for him, but for everyone else.

With those final thoughts, the child of Time fell into the clutches of sleep, no longer followed my nightmares or traumas.

#linked universe #wild link #four link #hyrule link #legend link #linkeduniverse #sky link #time link #twilight link #warrior link #wind link #music #majoras mask #happy mask salesman

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neko-shinigxmi · 5 years

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I see nice tags from @blackquills-wife, I want to keep writing ideas. So have a bunch of headcanons/fun facts about my SI-OCs for LoZ!!! Cause I’m thinking a LOT about this series rn. Obviously.

The very first incarnation of Ethel in the timeline- during the wars of Demise and Hylia- was a sickly young woman. Separated from humanity when Skyloft was formed (she didn’t get on the land in time to ascend with the rest of them), that is what made her within reach for Orona to obtain her soul.

This implies that she died just as young as the First Hero.

Originally, Ethel was supposed to be the “failed” heroine for Orona, where Aquaria was supposed to succeed. Over the years, they’ve both grown to have their darker moments and their brighter, happier moments.

Ethel is the name for most of the incarnations of Orona’s heroine. However, there’s also Evadne (Majora’s Mask and A Link Between Worlds), Aquaria (toon series), and Saorise (Link to the Past + The Legend of Zelda & Adventure of Link).

Ethel (and her incarnations) typically are paired with one: Link. However, this romance is typically unrequited...

Aquaria- when in a Four Swords deal- typically falls for Purple/Violet Link, addressing her connections to Orona. The only time this changes is in Tri-Force Heroes, where she ends up dating Blue. (Due to her name connection and the fact Vio isn’t canon to the game...for some reason...)

She’s also had a crush on Vaati. Again, with the purples.

In Skyward Sword, Ethel moves on from her crush on Link thanks to Groose, who also had moved on from his feelings for Zelda during the course of the story. They end up married and with kids...who would one day become the Gerudo race.

(Fi is just a major AU bc I think that sword spirit is really dang cute.)

There’s also Princess Ruto of the Zora from OoT... In one timeline, that sure happened.

Ganondorf is a minor crush throughout the main storyline, but Ethel’s incarnation in Hyrule Warriors has it for the King quite badly. (As well as a small crush on the hero, as usual.)

BotW sees Ethel fall for Link and Sidon...because really, who wouldn’t? (As well as a Gerudo OC I’m still trying to make, whoops.)

It’s said that- some 10,000 years ago- she also was deeply in love with a certain king from the desert..... Hmm! (BotW 2, help me.)

Over the years, various weapons and steeds have been bequeathed to these cursed heroines. Here are some notable ones:

Arion: A black and white pinto stallion from Ocarina of Time and BotW. A horse with attitude, he’s known to be rather troublesome and sassy, but does his best to make room for that and assisting his rider, Ethel.

Ghost Reaver: Ethel’s destined sword (the Master Sword to her Link) and originally introduced in Skyward Sword, with a sword spirit by the name of Castalia. Though now dormant for centuries- much like Fi- her being still echoes through the blade with a comforting, assuring warmth... Legends like to say the Ghost Reaver can cut down any foe- alive or dead- with ease. Thus, the blade’s name.

Raim: Aquaria’s bird companion in Wind Waker and Phantom Hourglass. Large enough to ride, Aquaria can ride him instead of using a boat, which makes her seasick. He isn’t one for strangers, but adores Aquaria and is very protective of her.

Shadow Bow: Detailed in Hyrule Warriors, this bow allows Aquaria to shot arrows coated in black-purple malice at her enemies. The bow glows in the same energy. Tales say this bow and it’s supply of arrows feed off of anger and darkness to power it...

Celestial Cleaver: Named in HW, this is Evadne’s secondary weapon. It’s a blade that shines like an opal, with a decorated hit and guard. There seems to be a language on the blade, but none but Evadne, Fierce Deity, and the Giants can read it.

Trident of the Giants: A rare, four-pronged trident built in reverence to the Giants of Termina, wielded by Evadne, named in HW. This is her primary weapon. It’s a rust-red color (matching the giant’s skin color) except for the tips, which fade into a light green color.

Unnamed Loftwing: Ethel’s Loftwing in Skyward Sword. Though given no name (or perhaps, one that is lost to history), they made themselves remembered through time with his coloration: black with purple sheen in the light. Tailed, with red eyes, too; worried as a bad omen, but was simply Ethel’s temperamental partner. Over time, that became that. A calm creature, nurturing and sweet... Though nervous around strangers.

Honestly, pretty close to Impa, through the timelines. Sort of like a distant relative, where they’re awkward around each other, but do care, when it comes down to it. Impa is an inspiration for Ethel, and she has a motherly sort of view on Ethel, wishing her the best for the journey ahead.

Ethel once had a crush on Sheik. Never lived it down when the truth was revealed... (Though was one of her own incarnations earliest realizations of, “Oh, I am...not straight, actually.” Especially considering- in one timeline- she’d later fall for Princess Ruto.)

In Twilight Princess, Ethel takes on the form of a panther in the twilight. (It’s because I’m cat obsessed. We know this.) Alina is her companion of the twilight. (A Twili banished from her homeland many years ago. She’s survived by staying out of the sun, hiding in caves and tunnels.)

In OoT, Ethel has a fairy named Thera. Like how Navi is short for “Navigation”, Thera is short for “Therapist.” Because damn she be needing one...

Modern AU Ethel is a Mess. Orona gives her no peace.

Speaking of the Fourth, Exiled Goddess-!! She had a lover, once. Not Demise, but a being named Ryleh. Her powers influenced his creation- much in a similar way of Demise and the other three with Hylia- and the two ended up falling in love.

Orona- in my view- is a representative of Darkness and Shadow. And though there is some evil tied in there, it is not ALL of who she is. A misunderstanding that’s only gotten worse over the years, to the point where her existence has been denied in later years. (For an idea of this, by OoT, it’s but a little known myth. By the first of each three timelines post-OoT, it’s essentially gone from all records.)

Orona is sweet, just misled. Thinking she’s doing good when she is creating chaos and cruelty. Instead of being corrected, she was shunned and banished for her wrongdoing.

...Despite this, she took the soul of who would eventually become Ethel and waited. Because it didn’t take long for Orona to miss her sisters, and long to be with them again.

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nayrusfountain · 5 years

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The Spirit of Mikau Lake

Cradle away in the shadows of Zora's Domain, a small peaceful lake lay huddle in the embrace of Lanayru. Its seemingly average title is Terminian in origin, for the Zora it is named after had not belong to any of Hyrule's Zoran clans at any point in its history. The character in question is simply a being with no knowledge of Hyrule's rich presence, and the same can be told about Hyrulian Zoras lacking awareness towards Termina's polarizing existence.

Why then, was this tiny stretch of water named in memory of a Zora who never once associated with the local tribes?

When one dives into the events of Termina's tragedy thousands of years prior, its suddenly not that difficult to understand why this unknown Zora may have gain traction in another realm. The Link of that time, the famed Hero of Time, had taken on Mikau as an avatar via magical mask to help aid in the salvation of a world condemn to die. As the story goes, Link's attempts to save Mikau were in vain, for the Zora had suffer fatal injuries at the hands of the Gerudo Pirates. The boy, without any other alternative, preform "The Song of Healing" to ease the restless spirit that so desperately wanted to right the wrong that plague the western seas. The warrior was put to rest, and his soul was transfer into a magical mask where his spirit will merge with Link's and transform into a Zoran Hero. Mikau's spirit granted Link his unique abilities and powers, and just as the masks before him, the two worked together to fulfill their mission. The mask became another one of Link's most vital assets to his perilous journey, alongside two other mask transformations the Son of the Deku Butler and the proud mountain warrior Darmani.

Upon returning to Hyrule, Link recounts his story to a select few who would listen. However, when diving into detail about the provinces outside of Clock Town, Link alter the details to instead paint the little Deku child, the great Goron warrior Darmani the Third and the Legendary Zoran Hero Mikau as the true heroes of their respective arch, essentially giving them all of the credit.

The story of Mikau's sacrifice and indomitable spirit likely gain traction among the Hyrulian Zora people, becoming something of a fable as Zoras recount the tale to their guppies or amongst each other. While not as famous as the sagely duties of Princess Ruto, his heroism had evoke inspiration for those who listens. The alternate adventure could have been retold countless times throughout history as a symbol of courage. It had even found use as a tale of inspiration for guards in training who look to the Terminian Zora as a role model of sorts. During times of warfare, Zoran generals would recite to their troops of the heroism demonstrated by the famous Zoran Hero who highhandedly fought off an elite army and a possessed beast to save the ocean, a symbol of a true warrior. And this will fuel the armies with the determination to fight and live up to the legend.

The lake of the domain sits by the wall of a cliff, seemingly insignificant at first glance. On certain bright nights, it becomes strikingly glossy and the surface seems to smooth over, like a sort of mirror, albeit a very specific one. On these nights, the world turns a misty, midnight hue, and Zoras will sense a strange presence as water vapor rise from the surface and cloaks the ground in a glittering haze.

Above all else, many have reported that the little lake will only reflect the image of a single large planet hovering above the Hyrulian realm as it rides along the moon's path with the other visible worlds. Once worshiped as Gods in the ancient past, the planets that appear on these star bursting nights are in fact the physical manifestations of other known realms; a vision to other dimensions and realities.

Lorule, The World of Twilight, Termina, Realm of the Ocean King, Surbosia, all worlds that are clearly visible on specific nights. Of coarse, the world the lake seems to favor is Termina, the home of Zoran Hero from the fairy tales. It would reflect back a picturesque imagery of the globe from the lake, as if a piece of the sky has fallen to earth. Star dust would sprinkle from the heavens and dust the liquid pane in shimmering sparkles, and an eerie breeze would rouse the flowers into a nightly bloom. Time seems to slow as the waterfall became a distant sonar in the veil laced evening.

It was thought that the surreal atmosphere of the area and its strange association with Termina's presence are what inspire the lake's Zoran name. Though another phenomenon seems to stem from the manifestations of the powdery stars that congregate the suddenly dead water. And this one was cause for superstitious beliefs that may hold merit.

In the midst of midnight when the full moon climb to its highest peak, if one were to remain within the vicinity of the small body of water, a Zora the color of snow and shadow will quietly rise from the deeper ends of the pool without so much as a disturbance to the still surface. They appear silently and without warning, while no such indication confirmed any Zora to have conceal themselves in the little lake beforehand.

This Zora was stated to be a handsome beauty in regards to his exotic appearance, for there is nothing like him in all of Hyrule. Claims reported that such a Zora had eyes the color of ocean sapphires, and his opalescent scales radiates with a wealth of rich amethyst arranged in royal spirals. Long slender fins looked to be a cross between scimitars and scythes, sharp and deadly looking. However, the Zora would be haloed in a ominous glow surrounded in a strange aurora of spiritual flames, and are generally semi-translucent. No reflection of the stranger were ever mirrored back.

Upon closer inspections, his species did not match any of the native specimens that dominated Hyrulian waters. Such a creature had not been seen patrolling the coastlines or reported in the marine habitats of Labyrnna or New Hyrule. Thus, several theories were at work as the tribes try to understand what exactly they were dealing with.

Was he a spirit? A holy messenger of sorts? A glitch in the universes which binds the people of Hyrule and Termina? It may appear that this character may fall a bit along the lines of these categories, for his presence is not one a mortal Zora. Moreso, the Zora was like a vision to the past, a time long since forgotten by the peoples of this holy land. Though he was young, he gives off an ancient vibe that signifies his existence in a distant, faraway time, as if he had been plucked from his own era and discarded in an alien time period.

The Zora was said to gaze silently from his spot on the misty lake in a calm demeanor. Never once do they audibly speak, instead beacon the onlooker with soft sparkle of their luminous lights. Those who approach the mysterious Zora have recalled the reality shifting around them, as if a they were being whisked into another plane of existence. They see shapes they never understand, the distortions of time and space that challenge their understanding of psychics as the world spins. And a monotonous rhythm of clocks as time reassemble itself, finding themselves peering into a Clock Tower that manifests onto the surface of the lake.

Despite these startling shifts in reality, many Zoras find themselves approaching the white spirit that patiently awaits them by the waterfall. However, the Zora would submerge once individuals are within reach of the vortex, vanishing in a veil of mist that are then dissolved within the grips of the watery wormhole. The portal remain open, and those bold enough to hang around would find themselves diving into the vortex in hopes of pursuing the creature. Zoras who'd cross over this dimensional bridge had been known to disappear for some time, but will always find themselves waking up back at the lake to retell their stories of what they experience before and during their absence.

Stories of the ancient worlds interlocking during these nights had become widespread, and many were drawn to the little lake in hopes of glimpsing the elusive Spirit Zora. Some recall the old fables of a Zoran Hero by the name of Mikau, pointing out that the description of the spirit matches how the Zora was described to looked in life. With the Zora suspiciously resembling the Zoran Hero of old and his ties to the parallel dimension when Termina's planet appears in the sky, many had started to become convince that they were among the presence of an ancient warrior.

However, not all who approaches the phantom are permitted access to the portal. Certain bandits have exclaim that when they try to close the distance between them and the white Zora, it suddenly became a snarling menace and lunge with an alarming screech. The Zora would get in between them and the Terminian portal, lashing out as he try to eradicate the threat. Yiga members have experience similar rejections, forbidden access to Termina as the raging spirit chases them off.

In short, the lake is later discover to have been settled on a tear in the fabric between dimensions, similar to the hollow once discovered by Link, and the Zora serve as a gate guardian of sorts to protect his home from fowl individuals who would evoke chaos. He will decide the worth of their presence, judging them quietly as they approach. This became evident when only certain individuals with good will are rewarded with a serine calm and permitted entry, whereas those with troubling hearts are met with immediate harassment. For that, criminals and low lives hoping to escape the Hyrulian justice through the dimensional boarder will be met with an displeased boarder police who will not hesitate to eradicate them at a moment's notice. So one must be of specific standards to avoid unpleasant situation.

And although the phantom didn't like straying too far his post, he had on more then one occasion guided Zoras through the mountains and leap into action when a Zora is under attacked by monsters or any other such dangers. Sometimes he could even be heard roaming the Domain itself hours after his official midnight entrance, up and down the bridges as he strolls along with a lonely expression, and looking out to the stars longingly before he silently disappears in a veil of stardusts. But he'll always end up back from whence he came, keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings and secure the safety of those around him.

It became inevitable. With the evidence piling up, and eyewitness accounts coming to the same conclusions, the King of the Domain decided that the lake will be named after the Zoran Hero in his honor, just as his ancestor had done with Ruto Lake in her memory. The Zoras have become accustomed to the spirit's presence, sometimes leaving him small offerings or simply hanging by the pool during the evenings. They welcomed him, respected him, and came to visit him every time the planets were visible. Sighting him became a treat, especially now that the Domain knew that they were in the presence of the legendary warrior that once saved an entire ocean in a foreign world.

His acceptance for entry resulted in the Hyrulian Zoras to return with a wealth of foreign, historical knowledge in relations to his past and other Terminian heroes. Through these life changing experiences, the Zoras of Hyrule discovered the significance of Lulu, the love interest of the hero, and had requested their King to titled the pool next to Mikau Lake "Lulu Lake" in her memory so the lovers can always remain together. Many believe that by naming the pool after her, their spirits will reunite. It was beautiful tribute of their eternal love, and the Zoras of Hyrule felt honored to have pay their respects. The hero was said to retreat this pool now, as if awaiting for the soul of his beloved to manifest from the mist and jump into his arms.

Princess Mipha and her little brother Prince Sidon would occasionally find themselves sitting by the lake, feeling the spirit looming by. He would sometimes be seen swimming in playful loops as the Zoras approaches the pool. Though he never speaks, he seems to always communicate with the usage of his body lights, flashing them bedazzling patterns and colors before dissolving into the vortex. Sometimes one of the siblings would see a fleeting shadowy figure on their peripheral visions, darting to the rocks or rocketing up the falls. Other times his presence envelop the twilight pool in a display of lights, sparkling like stars dissolving into the dusky mist.

Rarely will he show himself at daylight, but he would sometimes appear ontop the waterfalls watching over the young Zoras from a respectable distant, acting as their guardian and looking as if he were brought back from the dead; his body appears physical only to royal eyes, looking very much alive as his fins blew in the breeze. The royal siblings never felt their lives were in danger, and if fact Mipha would bring her brother to these famous spots to educate him on the ancient Zoras the pools were named after; including the Zoran Hero. Whenever he obverses the monarchs from the top of the waterfalls, Mipha would have Sidon gaze up at the curious warrior, reminding him to show courage in the presence of noble Spirit Zoras.

Little Sidon had witness other Zoran spirits before, including the famous Malletila sage, Queen Ruto, and the Trejax King Ralis, as they manifest within their respective pools. And while they radiant with authority and wisdom, Mikau was his own category of importance; perhaps because he was born a champion of Nayru in a distant era, with knowledge unique among his realm. He and Lulu weren't royalty as far as he knew, but they were respected icons among their clans, with the Sylovaakien being the embodiment of a valiant protector ready to put his life on the line for the sake of his people.

Now, as little Sidon emits a staring contest with the ghostly solider perched at the top of the falls, he realize that he felt moved by the ancient Zora's sacrifices, understanding how important it is to have someone act as a beacon of hope in the face of danger. He vow to keep his promise to Mipha and train himself so he too can protect his people, just as Mikau once did. And thus, after the tragedy of his sister's downfall, the determine guppy would come in the evening hours, spear in hand, and train in the lake in hopes that the warrior would lend his wisdom. Mikau would keep his distance, calculating the pup's determination with a sense of pride for him. A ghost cannot be a mentor to the living, but encouraging flickers of his body lights were asserted for every time the prince perfects a move. To Sidon, these gentle glitters of praise from this honorable veteran and the imaginary smile of his now deceased sister were more then enough to achieve his goals. A tiny warrior in the making.

Today, the lake lays dormant in the dead of night, indifferent to the turnoil that befell Hyrule sometime ago. Mikau had seemingly vanish out of the blue one day, which came as an unexplained mystery to the Zoras. The spirit was reported to have been last sighted by King Dorphean and Prince Sidon, who took the path to etch a monument depicting the prince's heroic actions of saving Hateno's fisherman. Mikau remain where he was that night, hidden behind the waterfall in silent observation as they approach his tiny oasis.

The Zora permits them over to access the falls, although the monarchs never truly saw him that night, save for two orbs of blue light. The father-son duo had recounted that the orbs can be seen from behind the sheet of cascading water and felt a strong presence spying them. But in spite of the sudden chill of an ominous force before them, they did not sense any malicious intent on the phantom's behalf, and had felt confidant in pressing forward. The royal Zoras proceed without further incident, briefly catching the ghostly glow of eyes watching them as they speed up the rapids. The feeling of being watch never waned, but Dorphean and Sidon took this as good luck, because the spirit acted as a spiritual knight guarding the king and his heir as they set to work. Sidon felt his story should be place by the pools to let the spirit know that he will now be able to protect his people as he once did. He felt the spirit stirring next to him by the time the task was complete, and a sense of peace wash over the monarchs as the phantom quietly evaporates in the coming dawn, the breeze picking up the remaining stardusts as it whisk them away to the cosmos.

It was as if Mikau have acknowledge Sidon's strength as a successor and had entrusted his duties to him, declaring him a worthy warrior.

Since that night, no one have seen or heard of the ghostly Zora again, for it was his last night on Hyrule. The pressure of a Kingdom plagued with monsters may have turn the Zora off from giving away the location of the portal, which has all but ceased to exist from after the Calamity. With Termina no longer being opened and its planet aligning to a new orbit, the Zoran Hero have been relieved of his duties as its gate guardian, retiring to the heavens for eternal rest.

Now however, Zoras seems to have fallen in a state of gossip in regards to Mikau Lake's former occupant. Some claim to hear whispers breezing beyond the falls, despite the notion of the spirit never speaking. Others say that the Ploymus Mountain would blossom a weak flicker of colors from the backdrop of the night. And there have been debunked rumors of the Domain being haunted by the Ghost Zora, with "witnesses" describing the feeling of being watched and hearing the footfalls of someone pacing the dark halls every night. Many concluded that with the bridge cut off from his home, Mikau was stuck in Hyrule and now doom to wander these mountains forever.

Were these civilians trying to depict the Zoran Hero of old as a troubled spirit, ready to vent his misfortunes upon his former friends? One would almost find this an insult to say that a Zora who had been pleasant to them, protective even, would ever resort to slowly torment the Domain with supernatural forces.

Alas, we are here in the present day, sitting by the little lake that once held whimsical charm. Decades past since the end of the second Calamity, and it has become quite lonely. Link himself had been drawn to this spot, staring wordlessly at the quiver of the waterfall as he and Zelda would rest. The boy's not much with words, but his eyes held an inner self that seems to long to reunite with an old friend. Perhaps that is what his previous self wants; specifically, his Hero of Time self. He would absentmindly scan the rippling pool with a distant gaze that transcends eras, to a time when the Kingdom contained a youth destined for greatness. Link would often stop by when needing a moment to relax without interruptions, secretly longing to meet an old friend he wasn't aware existed.

But one night, as the boy walk back to join the Domain, he caught a shooting star blazing from the heavens. He watched as the icy streak soar across the sky, feeling a chill in its presence as he did.

The star ignored the lingering planets dotting the sky, save for one, as it steered in its direction. The star raced for Termina, penetrating its atmosphere and finally disappearing in the starlit waves as it submerge into the ocean with a spectacular flash. It was brilliant, and Link felt his other self shifting excitedly yet again, for the Hero of Time understood the implications of the shooting star, for he had underwent such phenomenon when returning to earth.

For it was no star.

It was a soul being released from the heavens and returning to relive a new mortal life, reincarnating. Which indicate one thing.

Mikau has return. The two ancient spirits, both who transcends time, space and unspoken friendship, are destined to finally reunite at long last. And Mikau shall await the Hero of Time's return, his world nestle behind the wall of stars.

Credits:

Mikau Lake digital art by yours truly, Nayru's Fountain. Created on the Colors! drawing app for the New 3DS xl. The water was a huge pain to pull off, but I manage it somehow and am satisfy with the final product.

Mikau Lake screenshot taken by me on my Switch and loaded to Twitter for easy usage. This tribute to my favorite character have moved me, and was an inspiration for this piece.

Mikau in-game image from my wiki with edited snapshot YouTube Clips of ZeldaMaster's Majora's Mask playthrough for improve picture quality.

Pictures: Google images of in-game screenshot and official concept art.

Thank you for reading. Please share any thoughts or critique on the drawing as it is my first serious digital artwork. It took me a week to perfect and polish this piece, and any advice is crucial for improvement. It was a fun experience and I shall craft more in this style. Also, please report any error within the text so I can address it.

The ending was based on a dream I once had in relations to the reincarnated heroes of Majora's Mask.

#legend of zelda #breath of the wild #majora's mask #mikau #mikau lake #zoras

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courageousguise · 5 years

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Link could only stand still for a moment before dropping to his knees, tears falling to his eyes. Before him, still on the sand, was a mask- the Zora mask, from the looks of it.

But, Mikau… had died.

If only he’d been faster, he wondered to himself. If he’d arrived here sooner. Of course, he knew that was a foolish want- he’d arrived at the ocean as quickly as he possibly could. There was no way he could’ve possibly saved him, even with all the aid the Goddess of Time gave him.

He could save Mikau’s life no more than he could’ve saved Darmani’s, and all he could do was heal their souls. Which was important, of course- he was glad he could at least offer them peace. It was very important.

But he still cried, heart aching for the life he couldn’t save.

Given time, Link knew he could save the zora eggs, save the great bay, help all the people here like he knew he could help all the others from the other regions of Termina- but three days was such a cruelly short amount of time.

With each repeat, he knew about the events that he wasn’t able to do. He knew what time everything happened, about all the people he would fail, over and over- how could that not cause him agony? How could that not be painful?

Once he’d rescued the last Giant, he’d already determined he would go back one final time, to help as many people as he possibly could. He already knew it would be exhausting and incredibly tight on time, but did he have a choice? He couldn’t just let more people get hurt or killed, simply because something would be tiring for him.

It was too much weight for a child. This was too much for anyone to have put on the shoulders of someone his age, the pain that tore at his heart was overwhelming at times- but he had to do it, because nobody else could.

He was the Hero of Time.

‘Tatl? I’m…. I’m going to make a grave for him. He deserves it.’

“Right.. well, okay then.”

He nodded quietly as he set about making a memorial, wiping the tears from his eyes. The Zoras who lived here may never know what’d happened to Mikau, but the least he could do was offer him this.

Tatl didn’t say anything about the time he was spending on it, silent until after he finished. It was overwhelming, everything he was feeling still… for a moment he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, until Tatl pushed up against his cheek.

“He wouldn’t’ve wanted you wasting all your time standing here, would he? You can make it up to him by helping the zoras. So let’s grab that mask and move on.”

‘….yeah.’

“Good. You should check out that building in the water first- whoever lives out there should have an idea of how to help more. And I think I see Tingle, too- you can get a map. So hurry it up!”

Link found himself smiling a little bit despite himself- Tatl was no good at comforting people, he felt like. She wasn’t gentle with her words, to put it plainly- but there was something reassuring in how blunt she was.

So mask in hand, he’d keep moving forwards. For the sake of the people of Termina, he’d just have to bear this pain- and hope it would ease once he’d finally saved them.

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loz-and-lu-fan-blog · 5 years

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Tiny Time ch. 3- Finding Time

*Tagging people @aceofspadeswiththedragoneggs @wildpuppa @pinkittwice @eleventhspy @jjpony @sillus @4firey1 ....ps don’t worry their will be more Link interactions in the next chapter*

Oni sat in the deep dark void that was this realm. He was healing and very fast as well, his missing eye had been fully healed and the scar was beginning to fade. It was necessary to be here but it was unbearable. He was left alone with his thoughts and even as a god that was his worse enemy. He just keep thinking of one phrase.

Where did it all go wrong?

He remembered when he got sealed into this cursed mask by the weak goddess Hyila. He had been weaken because he had just created a god’s soul leaving him very weak. Hyila stole his son and trapped him in this mask at his weakest.

It was a pathetic move by Hyila.

He spent centuries in this mask, his hatred for Hyila burning over. Even when he felt his sister presence, Majora, take over a host with plans of destroying Termina and starting over; Oni couldn’t bring himself to care. He had been imprisonments so long he would like restart Termina as well, so he never bother to talk Majora out of it.

So that what he, he stayed as a silence mask while Majora ruin Termina, likely much to the dismay of Terminas, their older sister.

That’s when he came.

Majora offer his mask to the little hero who had been trying to stop her. Oni didn’t care at first, his plans originally was to destroy the hero when he put on his mask and destroy Termina with Majora.

Then he felt something when the mask was put on.

Something so familiar.

There he was, his son. His son’s soul was there, kind of. The once bright god soul has been shatter to be weaker; still enough to show its godly origin but not enough to kill a human body.

Oni cried both tears of joy and angry when the hero put on his mask. Tears of joy for finally finding his son after so many years of being along. And tears of anger for what the wretched goddess had done to his son.

Oni worked with Link to defeat his sister, in the end it was the best thing for her, as she finally was free from her wooden prison. She was free to be with their sister and returned to her godly form.

After the fight Oni began talking to Link in his mind. Maybe it was just because of the hell Link went through but the little hero was very trusting.

Despite not having a physical form he spent a lot of time in the mindscape with Link. Teaching him his language, singing old songs, growing to care for the son he never got to know.

Link grew up and slowly stopped allowing Oni full range to his thoughts, which was understandable, but Oni being left alone had some dangerous consequences.

Oni knew the rest of the shards of his sons soul had to be out there. And as the isolation after finally having someone just got to him. So Oni knew what he would do.

He would take over Link’s body and imprisons his son soul in a gem until he could find the other parts. Then they could be reunited and be a family again.

That was a mistake.

When Link was drive to use the mask again Oni made his move. Grabbing the young soul and pulling him further and further from control, leading it to the place he would be safe.

He should have known better then to underestimate Link.

Link fight for control finally got a arm free and did something drastic.

He slice his own face and eye.

The pain radiating throughout both of them. Oni turn his focus away from Link to try and heal, and Link finally have control back ripped the mask off his face.

Link screamed in pain feeling the slice and burning the last bridge of his mind, effectively locking out the Oni.

He was left with marking and a scar.

That had always been Oni biggest regret, making Link scared of him and scarring him.

He had been left for years in the mindscape with only slight hints of what was going on.

Then one day a miracle happen, the gateway was open.

And Link was small again.

This time in Link’s life wasn’t happy, Oni could remember how many times he had to stop the little child from ending it all.

Oni was going to wonder about this blessing to much, he only had one goal in mind.

How do I protect my son?

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Finally the couple cart finally stopped in this terry town. The couple was nice enough to give Link some jars of honey before letting him go along.

Link jumped out of the cart and began looking around. The town looked very small but peaceful, their wasn’t a hint of anything dark in the air. It was peaceful for once.

Even without the other mask or the Oni, Link has a feeling it would be save here.

Link could see a Zora, hyilans, gorans; even Gerudo which was weird sense they normally don’t leave the desert.

“Hello there” a voice said making Link jump, realizing he was about to walk into a stand.

The person who said his name wasn’t exactly a person; they looked more like a bird...what?

“Hello im Fyson” the bird person said to Link. Link’s confusion must have been written all over his face, because the person began to laugh.

“Is this your first time seeing a Rito? It’s ok your not the first” the person, Fyson said as Link nodded a yes.

“It’s ok. Here have something on the house” the Rito said jestering to his stand. It had a bunch of fruit on the stand.

Maybe this place is alright.

Warriors and Wind were tired by the time they got to this town. When both realized that Wolfie was going somewhere far they put in the peguas boots, which thankfully cut what would have been an hour walk to about 30 minutes. Whenever the walked by someone they ask if they had seen Pops, the tall blond with a scar, however no one had seen him.

Now they were outside a town, Wolfie refusing to go any further.

“Wind, you take the west part of the town and I’ll take the east” Warrior said. It shouldn’t be to hard to find Time, he was a giant and should be able to find him in a crowd.

Warrior emotions were a mix of tired, anger and worry. While Warrior thinks Time can take care of himself it just worries him because Time disappeared without telling everyone.

‘Was it that statue?’

‘Did he just get tired of us’

Warrior walked through town ended him up in a spot that was really empty. He wouldn’t even had noticed the child that was around if not for one thing.

The sword.

The sword on the child’s back.

It was Time’s gilded sword.

Anger bubble up in Warrior, the thought of a little thief coming and take Time stuffs while he was away. How could this little thief do this?! Especially after Time going missing?!

Without thinking Warrior went up and grabbed the child by the back of his shirt.

“Give that sword back you little Thief!” Warrior growled out in anger. The child cried out with a scream.

The child grab the sword and turn around to swing. That’s when Warrior saw the child face.

It was young Link from his adventures, the little friend he had made all thoughs years ago.

It was Time.

The eyes of thoughs child were definitely Time, they held the weight that Time always had.

How had he not seen it?

Warrior had not notice that the little Link had decided it would be better to not fight.

Time was running away.

...fuck...

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