Recently got my hands on the Breath of the Wild OST and have been binging as I do all the adult things in life and well… the muse can be a fickle beast.
Enjoy!
Silence.
All there is… and ever will be is… silence.
Is this death? Or is this only a deep sleep? A state of unconscious knowing but yet feeling… nothing.
What is nothing? Is this what she is feeling, experiencing? The minutes have passed or are they truly hours- days…years?
She has stopped trying to count them just as she's embraced the blessed silence like the coward she is. Wisdom… Power… but never courage.
The Great Guardian of the Forest had said otherwise… implied it really but no… her actions had not been one of courage… but of desperation…of fear.
Fear of losing the one person who… no she still could not dare say it. Or think it. She wondered idly if she still possessed the mean to outwardly speak, or if the very sound of an outsider's voice would awaken… it.
The battle had been long but it had been futile. She had known this. She had counted on it. She had only used time.
Time
Time… time and more time. Such a strange phenomenon was time. Her ancestors in legend had once wielded the power to control time- a nonsensical idea that not too long ago she would have scoffed at as a woman of science, of logic and far past superstition.
Had it been her prideful disbelief which had caused her ineptitude with the sacred power, the power which had slumbered so long within her that had only emerged when…
She mustn't think of it. She must focus on keeping her prison intact. Being consumed by the beast itself, to feel her very life slip from her body as she fell into a state of catatonic… nothingness…
She had had no courage in her then. Her fear had been almost all consuming as the very creature who had devoured her, taken her physical body and created a fine meal.
It had fallen for her trip- conquered from within and now it could only wait. As she must.
I must.
Time was a fickle burden. A beast which had no master.
How one could have possibly conquered it she knew not- to wield it like a masterful weaver, spinning it's threads across the world… and yet… clearly… it have been so.
The legendary power she had prayed so fervently to awaken within her had finally deigned to show itself. A Surge within her… a whisper, which had grown into more and more voices in her head. All saying the same thing.
Save him.
She hadn't had a moment to think it through logically, to create a plan or another strategy, she had only been able to watch as he had fallen, the silent knight who had carried the same heavy burden… if not heavier thrust upon him by nothing but the cruel unfeeling fates.
Destiny. There had been times it had seemed that word was a far more foul curse than even the most crude of language she had heard escape from the guards' mouths in the barracks.
It had been her destiny to awaken and ultimately wield the power just as it had been his… as it had been… Link's destiny to… protect it.
To protect… her.
Save him.
But she had questioned the Gods. She had cursed their cruel lessons, she had pounded the ground sight unseen and sobbed out as her mother's body had been put into the earth. How could she who had been nothing but an apt pupil, a loyal wielder and a true believer of them…
Have been left to die… so cruelly?
It was happening again. Finding weakness in her own despair- she must focus.
Focus and… pray. Pray as she never had before. Pray as she must always until… until he woke up.
She must wait. He would awaken. He would save them all.
He… Link would save them where she could not.
She had only bought him time.
Time… which must not be wasted….
And so she would pray.
Pray for her people, pray to her ancestors, the Gods… pray to keep the power she so desperately needed.
She had failed once… except no- no she mustn't think that! Calm. Serenity. A proper and sacred prayer.
A wise choice. She had the power. And the courage…
She hadn't thought of anything save that losing him would be worse than death. So she had… conquered it.
Save him. Save him.
They had stood with their champions until the bitter end. As the beasts had been felled they had welcomed their… heroes.
…. Had ever he been granted a proper title? A Hero… with no name.
Link… Link of…
She had never given him title… save Champion. Champion of what? A defeated kingdom and an even more desolate Princess…
It was happening again. Her despair made her weak- no, she mustn't- she must not-!
She must hold him. Hold the beast at bay!
Pray. Pray. Just pray.
He would come. The Beast would be felled.
She could feel it. She could feel his heart as she prayed. He was alive. He was merely asleep.
Asleep and waiting.
He would awaken and all would be as it should be.
He would save them all.
Link would… be the hero he always should have been.
And the Princess…
Would pray.
Pray for his success. Pray for his journey- his quest. Watch over him, guide him just… pray. Pray and…
Please… Please just...please let him….remember me.
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Fin