➱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ: ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 64 ♡ ₊̣̇.☁

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╔∘ ♡ ∘═════════════════════════════╗ ₊⁀꒷₊˚︰₊︶꒦꒷₊₊⁀꒷₊˚︰₊︶꒦꒷₊₊⁀꒷₊˚︰₊︶꒦꒷₊₊ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ⤹˚˖♬୭ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1,142 ⚠︎ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ⚠︎ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ, ⁱᵗ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ PG-13 ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵐⁱˡᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᵍᵒʳᵉ, ˢᵉˡᶠ-ᵈᵒᵘᵇᵗ, ⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿˢᵉ ᵃʳᵍᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ, ᵉᵗᶜ. ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵉˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ. ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ. ⓠⓤⓘⓒⓚ ⓜⓔⓢⓢⓐⓖⓔ only 3-5 more chapters until the end! if you've been with me since the beginning, thanks so much for the support <3 stay tuned for the finale release on may 12! If you like this fanfic, share with others on this platform! I'd love the support. please press the flag before reading (the music is fire) ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 64 ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜꜱ ℓιηк “So, I hear you've spoken with the fifth Sage…Mineru, was it?” “Yes.” “So then, I suppose it is time.” “I suppose it is.” “Look, Link…” Purah grips the wooden rail of the Lookout Landing balcony in worry. “Whatever should happen down there…” “I will come back alive,” I say. I wish I could believe it. “Please do,” Purah says. “But…remember who you are.” I look down, avoiding her glance. “I mean, really remember. You aren’t heartless.” I stayed silent. I hadn’t done that in a while. “Link, talk to me,” Purah looked at me, shaking my shoulders with worry in her eyes. I didn’t respond. She continued shaking me, saying my name and asking if I was feeling well. After what seemed like hours she finally realized she already knew the answer to her own question. “Link, you don’t know what grief does to you until you walk off the edge.” Purah was crying now. Leaving Lookout Landing was harder than I had anticipated. Knowing that I was walking into a death trap, it was difficult to not picture what my demise would look like. Perhaps I would be overcome by gloom and slowly decay over the course of a millenia. Maybe I would ble*d to death. There was the sheer possibility that I could be ripped apart, limb by limb, until the searing pa*n was too much to bear that my body would give in, and life in Hyrule would go on, with Purah wondering where I was, as the Demon King cast the land into eternal condemnation. But I could still feel that spark, and I had no idea in the slightest of what kept it going. I could feel it coursing through my veins, and it was this spark that kept me walking, one foot in front of the other, until I knew what lit it. For this little spark had grown to a small fire, and from that, it was a bonfire, burning with passion and love and protection. And in the back of my mind, there was one face. Zelda. That same flame kept the grief at bay. I cracked my joints as I walked — my neck, knuckles, back — until I felt loose enough to be agile in battle. I searched my satchel for anything else I would need before I left it at Hyrule Castle's gate, and my fingertips grazed over a smooth, crystal-like surface. I opened my bag further in confusion, and a soft, healing glow greeted me. As I removed the sliver of horn from the satchel and held it carefully, I could instantly feel relief, and a small grin spread across my face. Impulsively, I withdrew the Master Sword from its sheath and set it on the dirt path in front of me, gently laying the chip of Zelda’s horn beside it. Holding out my right arm, I focused Rauru’s power into the two, closing my eyes in concentration, and opened them to see the Master Sword on the ground, its blade taking the shape of the dragon’s healing antler. Cautiously removing the blade from the ground, I remembered what Zelda had said in my vision the day I came for the sword. “You will have my strength to help you…through her.” I press my lips softly to the clean, vibrant blade, speaking so quiet, yet so strong. “I will avenge you, and I will see you again.” And even there, I could tell she heard me, and that only gave me more hope that she lived. But whether that was hope or denial, I was not sure. When I eventually entered the Sanctum of Hyrule Castle to say my goodbyes, I noticed two unlit torches. They had never been there, nor had I noticed them in my life. When my curiosity got the best of me and I lit them, the statue of Hylia migrated to the east, and there was a gift from Zelda herself. “Dearest Link,” I read aloud with a quiet and quavery voice. “I'm glad you found this. I know that you will always protect me.” And when I looked down, the bright blue fabric of the Champion's tunic glared back at me, almost glowing in the golden hour. I carefully picked it up, half expecting it to disappear, seeing how well I protected Zelda almost 10 months ago. I tossed my tunic aside and changed into this new one, breathing in the scent of pine needles carried in the fabric. It was only then that I felt brave. Because I could feel her with me. ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊˚ *ᵍᵃˢᵖ* ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉᵈ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ! ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ⁱᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ!