Hyrule was a land of magic, power. It ran strong as wine through the veins of its people, and saturated the land so thoroughly few could survive leaving its constant presence, into a world where magic was scarce as water in the desert.
Earth and Sky were so entwined that they could not be separated—though Time had sought to do so, ages past. Water and Flame burned in each other's hearts, pooling in volcanoes and in lakes, though Time had woven their tale together tragically. Spirit, Shadow, Light—all spilled across the land, impervious to Time save for the soil over which they held sway.
Hyrule was a place in which all power thrived, side-by-side with magic that elsewhere would destroy it. And such forces were not mortal in their wants and lusts, nor dull in wit and soul.
The Zora were birthed from the depths of Nayru's tears, as cold as they were beautiful. The Gorons were spawned from the heat of Din's passion, protective as they were jovial. The Kokiri were sprung from the fertility of Farore's womb, quicksilver in thought and form. The Hylians were spun from Farore's threads, as dangerous as their lives were fleeting. The Gerudo were built from the fires of Din's heart, unforgiving as they were strong. And the Sheikah were spilt from Nayru's tongue, dead shadows given life.
Hyrule was a country of interwoven parts, most contradictory. It was holy in the most sacred of ways, safe only in the hopes of the Hylians, and paradise for only those whom had been forgotten.
The Sheikah alone had not been intended to walk Hyrule's surface, but such fey things as they could not be kept from such easy prey as Hyrule. They had tricked the Goddess of Wisdom to gain their freedom, and though they had paid for it dearly in the end, the Last believed such sacrifices had been worth it.
He had been woven from Nayru's blood and shadow, aching with all that the Goddess left behind. A boon for his people, though Time was irrelevant to a Goddess such as she. He had been born long after they had passed, hunted and hunting until their final heartbeats echoed no more.
The Shadow Temple had grown cold, hungry in their absence.
His Thief would change that.
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Shitty intro is shitty! Just a little exposition/bullcrap that may or may not make sense but will later.
Yeah The Labyrinth was my childhood and I love it dearly. Hoping I can do it justice while also fucking around with it.
So this is basically The Labyrinth, except LoZ, and much darker. I plan on this being a shorter story-shorter chapters, etc. Maybe that'll help it get done faster? I dunno. This story probably won't be high on my priority list, bc How to Live and A Route are, but I do plan on finishing this.
Rated for violence and sex. Also language.
Thank you for reading, and I really hope you enjoy :D !