um... I don't know what I just wrote. It kind of just happened. It was completely different yesterday... I'm not entirely sure about the format either. It seemed like a good idea (I thought it was interesting) but I really don't know at this point. I've rewritten it more times than I can count. Let me know what you thought about it, the whole point of this collection is for my writing to improve and to experiment with different things. Feedback really helps! (Edit: Formatting. So sorry! Hopefully this fixed it.)
If you asked Zelda what she thought of the goddess, she would give you a carefully rehearsed answer. She would tell you that the goddess gave, protected, nurtured. That she guided, surrounded, watched. Of course she does; after all, she was supposed to be a priestess, a host of the goddess.
(lies lies lies)
When asked about her progress, she would give a carefully rehearsed answer. She was praying to the goddess, and was sure the gift would arrive when it was time. Of course she does; after all, she wasn't supposed to hear the gossip.
(failure failure failure)
She lives, carefully rehearsed. Of course she does; she couldn't let Hyrule fall.
(liar failure coward)
(malice scared light gone dark dark dark)
Zelda was older, and things had changed.
(dark dark dark)
She was consumed, surrounded by a cruel blessing.
(scared scared scared)
It had come, but at a price.
(gone gone gone)
She wasn't sure it was worth it.
(why)
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