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Drabble #21
Prompt #36: Enthralled
Fandom: Legend of Zelda
Genre: General
Rating: G
Notes: TWILIGHT PRINCESS SPOILER WARNINGS. Also sorry it took so long to update; this one was particularly stubborn.
Soft footsteps echoed through the hollow halls of the palace. Link wasn’t certain how he had found his way here, but he knew somehow that it was where he had to be. He padded across the room quietly, watching the green glow from the designs in the walls illuminate the gray stone hall, giving it a cold, haunting aura. The palace felt old, and yet the technology and architecture he found within was like nothing he had ever imagined before.
He reached the end of the hall, coming upon a door. The glowing symbol in the center spread its light through a series of cracks, creating a jagged and beautiful web of green. A low hum reached Link’s ears, and slowly the door slid open on its own, welcoming him.
Inside was the throne room. A single regal chair perched at the top of a flight of stairs, crowned with a glowing blue design behind it. A slender figure sat in the throne, draped in a black robe. Grey skin seemed to glow in the cold light.
The figure raised its head, proving itself as a young woman. She smiled in an ethereal aura.
“Hello, Link.” she said slowly. Though her voice was soft, it seemed to echo. Link was silent for some time, slowly swallowing and opening his mouth to speak.
“Are you…” the name barely passed the tip of his tongue, “Are you Midna? The Queen of Twilight?”
Her smile stayed warm, nodding slowly. “I was.”
She descended the stairs, her black cape fluttering behind her and her slitted skirt dancing around her bare feet as she stepped down to his level, circling him. He watched as she looked him up and down, as though studying him.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
Link blinked, scratching the back of his head, pulling his cap off as he did so.
“I’m…not really sure anymore…” he admitted, “I just…felt like I needed to be here…like something was calling me.”
“I thought so. Destiny calls strongly to those who carry it.” She stopped in front of him, peering into his blue eyes with her own red and yellow ones. Link couldn’t help studying her face, observing her impish smile.
“You really do look just like him.” she continued, “The same eyes.”
“Like who?”
“Your grandfather.”
“You knew my grandfather?”
She laughed lightly at that, making a sweeping turn to ascend the stairs again.
“You must be honored to share his name. He was a great hero of my people. Surely you have heard the stories.”
She looked back at him, making a slight, smooth gesture with her hand for him to approach. Link hesitated, slowly climbing the stairs to her level.
“I have…but I thought they were just stories!”
“They’re as real as I am.” the regal lady reassured. Once he had reached her, still hesitant to look her directly in the eye, she extended her palm to him. “Give me your left hand.”
The boy blinked, tilting his head at her, uncertain. Midna kept her hand held out to him, her eyes reassuring. Slowly Link looked up at her, reaching out his hand and resting it on hers. She held it firmly, but gently, in both hands for a moment, then slid off the thin leather glove the covered it. A faint, pulsating glow in the shape of three triangles shimmered on the back of his hand. Link’s eyes went wide, the glowing symbol reflecting in them.
“Yes, you know what that is,” Midna remarked, “Your grandfather had the same mark; the symbol of the Triforce.”
He stared intently at the mark, his eyes wide with shock, with awe, maybe even with fear, as the queen continued.
“According to Hyrulian legend, the one who carries this mark is destined to be a hero. He alone can fight the evil that threatens the kingdom. Your grandfather did the same. For both your world and mine.”
Link thought back to one of the stories he was told.
“The hero of Twilight appeared in the form of a wolf…the Twili’s divine beast. He was blessed by the Twili deities and overthrew the usurper that ruled it.”
Midna nodded slowly. “I remember all too well. I was the one who found him when he first passed the curtain between realms. At first I only wanted to use him to save my world, to put me back on the throne. But in my months of traveling with him I grew to love the world of light. I fought my hardest by his side to protect it as well. We were a great team…and great friends.”
He tilted his head as he watched her speak. How her eyes grew nostalgic as she told the story, and as she trailed off her face fell sad, as though longing for something lost.
“…….You loved him…” he pondered aloud, “didn’t you.”
She eyed him again with a hidden smile.
“If you were called here, than that means a hero is needed again.” She went to the wall behind the throne, “I can’t tell you what is coming or when, but I can help you.”
When she turned again, a thick, sheathed blade was in her hands. She approached Link, extending it to him. Hesitantly his outstretched arms took it, almost cradling it as he wrapped his fingers around the hilt. Stopping a moment to look uncertainly at Midna, who nodded, he slid the sword a few inches out of its sheath. His eyes widened at an unusual glow that emanated from the blade.
“This is the sword that my Gods blessed all those years ago. The same sword that took down Zant and Ganondorf. It is now yours to keep.”
Link opened his mouth to speak, but words wouldn’t come. He sputtered, trying to find his voice.
“I know,” she answered, somehow knowing what was on his mind, “It is a lot to accept. But he went through the same. He pulled through, and so will you.”
She ran her fingers through his hair gently, rising to her toes and planting a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Good luck to you, Link. I hope we will meet again.”
***
Links eyes fluttered open, greeted by the wooden ceiling of his bedroom. Squirrels chittered outside his window, and faintly in the distance he could hear the creaking of the watermill and goats bleating in the fields.
Was it a dream?
He stared at the ceiling a long time, thinking. That woman…Midna…she seemed so real. And so familiar…why did he already feel like he knew her?
Slowly he rose to dress for his day, when suddenly he stopped, feeling something hard next to him. He looked, and his eyes widened.
The sword from the dream was clasped in his left hand.
Fandom: Legend of Zelda
Genre: General
Rating: G
Notes: TWILIGHT PRINCESS SPOILER WARNINGS. Also sorry it took so long to update; this one was particularly stubborn.
Soft footsteps echoed through the hollow halls of the palace. Link wasn’t certain how he had found his way here, but he knew somehow that it was where he had to be. He padded across the room quietly, watching the green glow from the designs in the walls illuminate the gray stone hall, giving it a cold, haunting aura. The palace felt old, and yet the technology and architecture he found within was like nothing he had ever imagined before.
He reached the end of the hall, coming upon a door. The glowing symbol in the center spread its light through a series of cracks, creating a jagged and beautiful web of green. A low hum reached Link’s ears, and slowly the door slid open on its own, welcoming him.
Inside was the throne room. A single regal chair perched at the top of a flight of stairs, crowned with a glowing blue design behind it. A slender figure sat in the throne, draped in a black robe. Grey skin seemed to glow in the cold light.
The figure raised its head, proving itself as a young woman. She smiled in an ethereal aura.
“Hello, Link.” she said slowly. Though her voice was soft, it seemed to echo. Link was silent for some time, slowly swallowing and opening his mouth to speak.
“Are you…” the name barely passed the tip of his tongue, “Are you Midna? The Queen of Twilight?”
Her smile stayed warm, nodding slowly. “I was.”
She descended the stairs, her black cape fluttering behind her and her slitted skirt dancing around her bare feet as she stepped down to his level, circling him. He watched as she looked him up and down, as though studying him.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
Link blinked, scratching the back of his head, pulling his cap off as he did so.
“I’m…not really sure anymore…” he admitted, “I just…felt like I needed to be here…like something was calling me.”
“I thought so. Destiny calls strongly to those who carry it.” She stopped in front of him, peering into his blue eyes with her own red and yellow ones. Link couldn’t help studying her face, observing her impish smile.
“You really do look just like him.” she continued, “The same eyes.”
“Like who?”
“Your grandfather.”
“You knew my grandfather?”
She laughed lightly at that, making a sweeping turn to ascend the stairs again.
“You must be honored to share his name. He was a great hero of my people. Surely you have heard the stories.”
She looked back at him, making a slight, smooth gesture with her hand for him to approach. Link hesitated, slowly climbing the stairs to her level.
“I have…but I thought they were just stories!”
“They’re as real as I am.” the regal lady reassured. Once he had reached her, still hesitant to look her directly in the eye, she extended her palm to him. “Give me your left hand.”
The boy blinked, tilting his head at her, uncertain. Midna kept her hand held out to him, her eyes reassuring. Slowly Link looked up at her, reaching out his hand and resting it on hers. She held it firmly, but gently, in both hands for a moment, then slid off the thin leather glove the covered it. A faint, pulsating glow in the shape of three triangles shimmered on the back of his hand. Link’s eyes went wide, the glowing symbol reflecting in them.
“Yes, you know what that is,” Midna remarked, “Your grandfather had the same mark; the symbol of the Triforce.”
He stared intently at the mark, his eyes wide with shock, with awe, maybe even with fear, as the queen continued.
“According to Hyrulian legend, the one who carries this mark is destined to be a hero. He alone can fight the evil that threatens the kingdom. Your grandfather did the same. For both your world and mine.”
Link thought back to one of the stories he was told.
“The hero of Twilight appeared in the form of a wolf…the Twili’s divine beast. He was blessed by the Twili deities and overthrew the usurper that ruled it.”
Midna nodded slowly. “I remember all too well. I was the one who found him when he first passed the curtain between realms. At first I only wanted to use him to save my world, to put me back on the throne. But in my months of traveling with him I grew to love the world of light. I fought my hardest by his side to protect it as well. We were a great team…and great friends.”
He tilted his head as he watched her speak. How her eyes grew nostalgic as she told the story, and as she trailed off her face fell sad, as though longing for something lost.
“…….You loved him…” he pondered aloud, “didn’t you.”
She eyed him again with a hidden smile.
“If you were called here, than that means a hero is needed again.” She went to the wall behind the throne, “I can’t tell you what is coming or when, but I can help you.”
When she turned again, a thick, sheathed blade was in her hands. She approached Link, extending it to him. Hesitantly his outstretched arms took it, almost cradling it as he wrapped his fingers around the hilt. Stopping a moment to look uncertainly at Midna, who nodded, he slid the sword a few inches out of its sheath. His eyes widened at an unusual glow that emanated from the blade.
“This is the sword that my Gods blessed all those years ago. The same sword that took down Zant and Ganondorf. It is now yours to keep.”
Link opened his mouth to speak, but words wouldn’t come. He sputtered, trying to find his voice.
“I know,” she answered, somehow knowing what was on his mind, “It is a lot to accept. But he went through the same. He pulled through, and so will you.”
She ran her fingers through his hair gently, rising to her toes and planting a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Good luck to you, Link. I hope we will meet again.”
***
Links eyes fluttered open, greeted by the wooden ceiling of his bedroom. Squirrels chittered outside his window, and faintly in the distance he could hear the creaking of the watermill and goats bleating in the fields.
Was it a dream?
He stared at the ceiling a long time, thinking. That woman…Midna…she seemed so real. And so familiar…why did he already feel like he knew her?
Slowly he rose to dress for his day, when suddenly he stopped, feeling something hard next to him. He looked, and his eyes widened.
The sword from the dream was clasped in his left hand.