LOZ Timeless Sea -chp. 3-LOZ Timeless Sea -chp. 3- by Lunafex
His eyes were the only thing she could remember. Not his lips, his skin, his sandy hair, his brilliant scales- just his eyes. The most royal of blue, the color of deep water. They spoke fiercely, yet gently.
Strangely- she felt like she had met him before. Like she knew those eyes unforgettably.
Foolish- she would have known if she met this large humanoid if she were a thousand years old and was introduced to him as he came out of the womb. But as ridiculous as it was, the notion still stood- there was something about the aquatic beast that rang a bell to her. A loud bell.
The merman had only been at the laboratory overnight. Apparently a few workers stayed there to keep an eye on him, but Zelda could trust at least on her aching feeling that it didn't go over well. She wished she could have stayed. Oh, she truly wished.
Entering the building, she was greeted almost immediately by one of her coworkers. "Zelda-" he said, smiling a welcome. "We need you to check on, er, Link right away."
Legend of Zelda, Legacy of fate - ProlagueAfter the defeat of Ganondarf, peace was restored back into the realm of Hyrule. Midna was back to her original form known as the princess of twilight.Legend of Zelda, Legacy of fate - Prolague by charliethemew012
She sadly told the hero and princess of Hyrule that she had to go back to her home, home of the twili. as she said her final goodbye a tear formed and fallen down her face. It glowed brightly and starts to leave her face by floating away into her hand, than she pushes it heading for the mirror the doorway of the twilight realm.
It cracks and shatters with the pieces falling to the ground Link and Zelda watching the shattered pieces getting shattered even more in an awe. Link turns back to face Midna only to see her teleporting back to the realm.
"Don't worry my friends." she muttered. "I'm sure our paths will cross again someday."
As she came back to her castle she thought of Zant the Usurper King. How she used the fuzed shadows to end his reign of terror once and for all, alas she regretted her and Zant's past.
They used to be best of
Spirit of Inquiry He wasn’t much of a talker, but of course he had his moments. Whether it be that he was embarrassed, angry, or wanted to play around. He’d always come across populace that tried to get him to speak, though when he did, they never noticed.Spirit of Inquiry by Akarui-no-Sakura
“Of course I don’t speak! I’m a mute, aren’t I?”
His sarcasm made him new friends...and enemies. Not that he cared of course, he always had his confidence to keep him company. Throughout his many incarnations, he possessed a variety of different personalities. Sometimes he was quiet, sometimes he was childish, while in other instances, he remained cocky. He was loved for his character, but was it the only thing that boy wanted? Did he mind only being known for his sarcasm and humor? He had other hobbies too, didn’t he?
It wasn’t until he became orphaned at merely 15 years-old, did he decide what he wanted to do. He enrolled in the army to b
[ONESHOT] Link x Reader | Seasonal Feathers--- This is a song fiction, based on the song Seasonal Feathers (by Vocaloids Kagamine Rin and Len). You don't have to know the song to enjoy this fanfic though, so enjoy! <3 Ps: This is also based on the Japanese folktale "The Crane Wife". ---[ONESHOT] Link x Reader | Seasonal Feathers by hazevanilla
Falling flakes of snow cover
the mountain ridge in white.
You look up the sky and tiny white droplets slowly float their way onto your delicate cheeks. Looking around you, almost everything is covered in white. The winter season wasn't the most forgiving this year. You and Link lived in a tiny wooden cottage in Ordon Village together, and spent most of the winter days just enjoying each other's presence since there wasn't much you could do in such weather.
As you looking out at the white plains, a fond memory of how you and Link met came to mind.
*** flashback (sort of) ***
A few years ago, Link found you lying a few metres across his house, unconscious. You were trying your all you could to earn a living by selling blankets that you weaved t
|More Journal Entries|