chapter 45: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1238712097/ chapter 47: very sooooon
**Moonflower and Hawk** -chapter 46- Another year had passed. Zelda was sixteen. Link was seventeen. They hadn't spoken in over two. The silence between them had become routine -glances in the halls, the occasional nod, nothing more. They were no longer the children who met at the fence. They were heirs to destiny now. And destiny had called them both. The throne room was quiet. Zelda stood beside her father, hands folded, posture perfect. Her dress was ceremonial, her braid tight, her expression unreadable. Link entered moments later-armor polished, sword at his back, eyes steady but distant. The Master Sword. The blade that seals the darkness. The sword of legend. And the Triforce of Courage pulsing faintly beneath his skin. Zelda felt it. And something inside her twisted. King Rhoam stood tall, voice echoing through the chamber. "Today marks a turning point," he said. "The prophecy begins to unfold. The darkness stirs. And the kingdom must prepare." He looked at Zelda. Then at Link. "Sir Link," he said, "you are the most skilled knight of your generation. You have proven yourself in battle, in discipline, and in spirit." Link bowed silently. "You will be appointed as Princess Zelda's personal knight," the king continued. "Her protector. Her shield. Her sword." Zelda's breath caught. She turned slightly, eyes meeting Link's. They should have smiled. They should have felt joy. But they didn't. Not like before. The king glanced between them. "I believe you've met," he said dryly. Zelda's lips pressed into a thin line. Link nodded once. The silence was thick. Zelda looked at the sword on his back. The one she was supposed to guide. The one tied to her destiny. She hadn't awakened her power. She hadn't fulfilled her prophecy. And now Link stood beside her-chosen, glowing, ready. She felt envy. And guilt for feeling it. Link looked at her. She looked at him. Their faces were quiet. Sad. Awkward. Not like before.
