Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda Characters. I do not profit
from this, and write for my own personal entertainment, and for the
entertainment of others.
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Hyrule's fate had long since been in the hands of the hero of time. Many months had passed, and prosperity remained within the land. The breeze moved swiftly through the amber fields, toying with the golden hair of a young elfin hero. His fair locks often fell over his brow, a worthy shield of his intense blue eyes. He sat alone in the field, adorning a weather worn tunic, and a forest green cap. A pair of dark brown leather gloves enclosed his battle calloused hands which many time had wielded the most powerful of weaponry. His expression seemed one of childish awe, in observance to his nature filled surroundings. His humble appearance hid his great power well.
Once upon a time his name had been whispered as the newfound messiah, the savior, the hero. He'd brought down the unimaginable evil that had sought to bring Hyrule to the depths of hell. He had led a life of fate and destiny, and up until now he'd been protecting the land from the wrath of those who wished to destroy it. His battles had made him weary. His physical strength had been recovered, but his ability to feel, and self- express had become somewhat tainted. There were few he could truly invest his affections in.
For the last few months he had wandered aimlessly, searching for what he did not know. He rode his horse Epona, a fine mare of a rich chestnut color. Today he made his way into the city. He longed for human contact; to see familiar faces. He felt uneasy at the thought of seeing the princess again. She held him in the highest esteem and had so much faith in him when Ganondorf, the king of evil, had threatened to bring Hyrule's downfall. He loved her. When he was with her, he felt his heart beat again in the part of him that was seemingly hollow. When her presence was not of his, he carried a dull ache, an ever-present wound in his mind. The princess and hero had come very close to admitting their mutual love, but their duties had separated them before they had the chance. But what providence had said that chance had been their last?
Hyrule's fate had long since been in the hands of the hero of time. Many months had passed, and prosperity remained within the land. The breeze moved swiftly through the amber fields, toying with the golden hair of a young elfin hero. His fair locks often fell over his brow, a worthy shield of his intense blue eyes. He sat alone in the field, adorning a weather worn tunic, and a forest green cap. A pair of dark brown leather gloves enclosed his battle calloused hands which many time had wielded the most powerful of weaponry. His expression seemed one of childish awe, in observance to his nature filled surroundings. His humble appearance hid his great power well.
Once upon a time his name had been whispered as the newfound messiah, the savior, the hero. He'd brought down the unimaginable evil that had sought to bring Hyrule to the depths of hell. He had led a life of fate and destiny, and up until now he'd been protecting the land from the wrath of those who wished to destroy it. His battles had made him weary. His physical strength had been recovered, but his ability to feel, and self- express had become somewhat tainted. There were few he could truly invest his affections in.
For the last few months he had wandered aimlessly, searching for what he did not know. He rode his horse Epona, a fine mare of a rich chestnut color. Today he made his way into the city. He longed for human contact; to see familiar faces. He felt uneasy at the thought of seeing the princess again. She held him in the highest esteem and had so much faith in him when Ganondorf, the king of evil, had threatened to bring Hyrule's downfall. He loved her. When he was with her, he felt his heart beat again in the part of him that was seemingly hollow. When her presence was not of his, he carried a dull ache, an ever-present wound in his mind. The princess and hero had come very close to admitting their mutual love, but their duties had separated them before they had the chance. But what providence had said that chance had been their last?
