#i wish there was a scene between ganondorf talking to zelda just so she could be like “holy shit uh this is dangerous.....”

[veggiecorner]

One thing that I'm afraid about for the next Zelda game is that nintendo is clearly going down the botw route for future titles. I loved botw and totk, but to me these two games HIGHLY prioritized gameplay rather than story. Ocarina of time created a formula for its future zelda titles that in my eyes prioritized story over gameplay (now the quality of the stories could be debated aksjdbakbd)

Overall i just hope the zelda team finds a REALLY good balance between the two

[alyss-spazz-penedo]

@w1lmutt I know I just did part nine of the unedited v!Wind fic but I crave validation had most of this tenth part done already, so, here you go! *hands you thing*

<<First Part 9 Next>>

The sound of battle draws the heroes like lightning to uncovered metal.

This is the scene they stumble upon: Phantom, limp on the ground, and Tetra, standing over his body, one hand upon the assembled Triforce.

“Go away,” she orders, and for a moment the heroes think she’s talking to them. “We don’t need you anymore.”

Then the Triforce pulses, once, an acknowledgment.

It’s like the world freezes. Like the very air stills in their lungs as they realize the magnitude of what they’re witnessing.

In that endless heartbeat, there is only the girl, and the power at her fingertips.

“We’re going to create a new Hyrule,” Princess Zelda declares to the Triforce—to the gods themselves. “And we don’t need an eyesore like you around to do it.” Her hand clenches into a fist. “You can come back to us when it’s done, if you must. But until the new kingdom built, I want you gone. Disappear, somewhere so far away that not even Ganondorf’s remnants can reach you. That’s my wish.”

The Triforce glimmers, one final blaze of gold, before lifting gently into the sky. It splinters. The pieces separate, Power and Wisdom and Courage, flying up and up and up, fallen stars returning to the heavens.

With one last twinkle of divine light, it disappears.

(That light will not reach mortal eyes again for many generations to come.)

~o0o~

In the aftermath, Time approaches Tetra first. “What was that about?” He prompts, direct, as unfazed as ever.

Tetra side-eyes him thoughtfully, righteous indignation simmering down, before closing one eye in a wink.

"Just Link being an idiot. He doesn't seem to realize," and here her words turn acidic, clearly directed at the dazed boy just beginning to sit up in the sand, "That I can just ask my first mate exactly how long I've been out for."

"Actually-" Phantom starts. Stops. Springs to his feet, sudden, eyes wide as saucers. "Oh shit, the pirates," he breathes, with no small amount of horror.

"What is it? What have you done now?" Tetra demands, the only one more exasperated than worried.

"I, uh..." Phantom backs away as subtly as he can manage, which is not very. "I kind of... forgot them in the cave?"

"The... cave.”

Phantom looks down at his feet. "...On the other side of the island?"

“Might this be the same place you mention had a way off Outset Island?”

The boy nods meekly. “I was using the ship for that,” he croaks.

“The same ship the monsters tried to lead us to?”

Phantom digs his toe in the sand.

With mix of amusement and bone-deep weariness, Time asks, "And might there be monsters in this cave of yours?"

"I'm sure they're fine," Phantom mutters in a tiny voice, hunching in on himself. "They can take care of themselves."

Tetra, who has been looking steadily closer to popping a blood vessel with every passing second, finally explodes. “YOU SUN-ADLED LAND-LUBBING CHUCHU-BRAINED MORON! What are you waiting for?! Go! Get! Them! NOW!”

~o0o~

“I got this,” Phantom assures them all as they stop before the edge of the cliff. He gives a testing swing of his sword and, finding it now too heavy to comfortably wield, fixes on a pair of power bracelets with a small dissatisfied noise. His second swing is much smoother.

Hewn into the stone of the cliff are crude platforms of wood, forming a path down to sea level. Patrolling the narrow walkways between those platforms are flocks of Kangarocs and curious little one-eyed creatures the two natives call “Miniblins.” According to Phantom, this is the only way to get to their destination by foot.

“We’re all experienced fighters, you know. We could help,” someone points out. Phantom snorts.

“I’ll keep that in mind if I think there’ll actually be a fight,” he says cockily, bringing his sword up to rest on one shoulder. “But for now, I got this.”

It would be more convincing if Phantom didn’t still have bruises on his face and scrapes on his hands. If there weren’t a paper-thin quality to the boy’s bravado. If it didn’t seem like he needed this on some level—this reminder that he was still capable, still powerful in his own right.

No one’s quite comfortable letting the teen throw himself at the monsters alone. But Time nods his assent, and the rest of them follow his lead, even Tetra.

Their agreement secured, Phantom proceeds to stalk down the planks in a disturbingly Ganondorf-like manner.

Before the incredulous eyes of their onlookers, the monsters scramble to get out of the boy’s way, clawing their way up the sheer rock or hopping down to the paths below, only to panic anew when Phantom reaches their level in his continued descent. A not insignificant number of the creatures just dive right into the ocean below, choosing to take their chances in the waves rather than before what is clearly the second coming of the apocalypse in Hylian form.

“...Think he could do that with monsters from other time periods?” Legend asks into the stunned silence.

“Fifty rupees says no,” Warriors quips back.

“You’re on.”

“Are you guys coming or not?” Phantom calls back from the first large platform, tapping his foot impatiently. The group trails down after him, picking their way cautiously—not all of them are quite so capable of flight, after all. Their guide waits for them to catch up, counting heads like a comically short school teacher making sure her students are all there, before he starts off again, terrorizing the monster anew.

It would be a more intimidating display, they all think, if Phantom didn’t cower whenever Tetra got too close like a child with an angry parent, or do his damnedest to keep at least one person between them at all times.

(Oddly enough, the shield he hides behind most often is Twilight. Phantom’s reasons for this are simple:

1) He’s tall

2) He’s usually the closest

3) He’s the most willing—in Phantom’s eyes—to murder a man in his sleep given sufficient reason, and therefore clearly the most dangerous of the lot.

All of this, unfortunately for Phantom, rather ignores the fact that Twilight will happily throw him to the wolves at far less prompting than a nasty look or two from Tetra.)

“So what exactly are we walking into?” Someone finally asks Phantom. “It’s been nearly two days since the curse was lifted. Are you sure these pirates will still be where you left them?”

Phantom huffs at the questioning. “They’ll be there. Jabun’s Cave only has one entrance, and they wouldn’t have been able to open the doors.” He nods down at the bottom of the path. Floating on the sea’s surface and anchored to the stone cliffs, the largest platform yet awaits them. A pair of enormous doors open onto that platform—shoddy things, little more than massive slabs of wood lashed together haphazardly, but more than big enough to give a crew of Hylians difficulty. There are gaps in the uneven planking, some big enough for a child to squeeze through, but nothing that could accommodate a boat; anyone who escaped would have nowhere to go but up.

Legend whistles slowly, as if impressed by the sheer level of the fuck-up he's witnessing. "Are you telling me you left these guys trapped for two days in a cave filled with monsters? I thought you were friendly with these pirates."

Phantom not-so-discretely steps to put another person between him and Tetra, shoulders hunching defensively. "They'll be fine," he insists. "There's enough provisions on the ship to last anyone a few weeks, and the monsters know better than... to..."

Phantom trails off with a frown as they approach the final landing. There are a great many Kangarocs dotting the cliffs around the door—too many. They prefer to nest inside; they should be tending to their young in the cave, not crowding each other off perches in the open air.

"Something's wrong," he concludes, and readies his sword.

[mrneighbourlove]

A Gerudo Story: Klinge and Kanisa

Kanisa walked around with her brothers and sisters. It was beautiful day to be outside. Her mother wanted them to all enjoy the summer sun shining down on them all. The fourteen year old girl enjoyed the beach the best she could. It was a little weird to take in the atmosphere when Dad had a group of armed guards around to keep them safe.

A few Lizaflos patrolled the water, making a barrier for the teenagers to swim. Some Moblins basked in the sun, loving to get a tan on their bellies. Captain’s Kelly and Tulilad talked and laughed while walking along the beach. And Commander Klinge stood watch nearby under a tree, still as an Armos.

Covarog grabbed his sister Orana and played with her in the water, pile driving her playfully under the waves. Ralnor enjoyed collecting interesting designed shells. Ganondorf and Zelda stayed on the beach taking in the sun and enjoying a tan with some nice conversation. Kanisa herself simply liked the water under her feet. Besides, she had a more summer dress then a proper swimsuit on.

Eventually through guard shift changes more members of the protection detail were able to relax. Except for Klinge, who refused to move from his position. Kanisa always knew “Uncle Klinge” was a stubborn guy, but him always refusing to get involved in any activities was ridiculous. The Princess took it upon herself to change that.

Walking up to the giant Darknut she smiles. “Hello Klinge.”

He looks down at her and has twinkle in his eyes behind his helmet. Kanisa was growing up to be a beautiful girl. In time she’d be the first of many Gerudo Woman to start the newest generation. “Hello Princess Kanisa. What can I do for you?”

“Aren’t you going to relax by the beach?”

“No.”

Kanisa crossed her arms and gave huff. “Why not?”

“Because someone needs to stand on guard.”

“That’s what the extra around the clock guards are for. Your shift is done.”

“It’s never done Princess.”

Kanisa couldn’t believe it. He was so stubborn.

“Alright. I guess I’d have to perhaps order you to join us?”

Klinge gave a shrug. “Not in your style. Besides, you wouldn’t have the authority.”

Kanisa was saddened by his lack of enthusiasm. “I just want you to have fun Klinge. To be happy.”

Klinge looked deeply into her eyes, still and collected, the wind barely moving his cape. “You are a kind and gentle girl Kanisa. I believe that you will grow up to do great things. The happiest I can be is just seeing you and your brothers and sister living in peace…”

Klinge watched Ralnor growl in frustration as he wrestled with his older brother pulling him into the water with his sister. The laughter of the family soothed him. “You need not worry about me Princess Kanisa.”

Kanisa wasn’t fully convinced but relented. “Ok. If you want to join us anytime, feel free.”

She made her way back down to the beach. Klinge watched her hair float gracefully with the wind. He closed his eyes after taking in the salty air and meditated.

~

The years passed and not only had Kanisa’s kindness had grown, but her beauty as well. She had taken up dancing as almost an artform in her techniques to impress royal guests. To bewitch the minds of men to gain favours and recourses was a great trait.

Klinge decided to watch one of her dances one day. Kanisa was getting ready to perform for a group of investors. Apparently the castle needed new art. She came onto stage wearing a beautiful dress. It sparkled wonderfully in the stage light, and that was when the music started playing. The melody was smoothing to everyone in the room, including Klinge.

Her dress and hair moved with a flow more graceful than the ocean. Her feet moved excellently with the beat provided for her. She loved every moment of it. The attention sure was a little nice, but the joy of the dance excited her greatly on her own. There was a thrill in the freedom of it.

And the crowd agreed with her. They kept silent in their captivation, only applauding greatly at her once she finished. Kanisa took a bow and smiled, a cat like look in her eyes, the secret mischievous nature knowing she had snared them in her grasp.

The investors were already selling off to Zelda, and begging for private shows. Kanisa simply bowed and smiled humbly. Klinge felt his undead heart feel pride by her work and stunning beauty. It took him back to his younger days with his fellow sisters in arms, who’d dance with the hot winds of the desert.

Closing his eyes he could see Cipher teasing him as a girl with her sways, her skin glistening in the desert sun. It felt so….real….why’d he forget a memory like that until now? Why was he able to recall home less and less with age?

The Black Knight took a deep breath as to not think on it. Kanisa. Her beauty and art helped him remember. Klinge felt he wanted greatly to award such dedication to her craft.

Following her he stopped her from entering her room. “Princess Kanisa, a word?”

“Oh, Klinge, this is a surprise. What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to congratulate you on a performance well done today. It was simply breathtaking to take in.”

A blush crept up on Kanisa and she gave a respectful bow. “Thank you Uncle.”

Again with the nicknames. “It means a lot that you keep Gerudo culture alive in your own way. I wish I could give you something to-“

Kanisa shook her hands, shocked by the sudden generosity. “Oh please no. I don’t need any gifts, really. It’s just nice enough to make you happy.”

“But-“

Kanisa holds his hands gently. There was a kindness and warmth in her that soothed Klinge. “Please, I don’t need anything from you Klinge. You already give so much to this family. It would be wrong to take anything else from you. Besides, I get enough junk from all the guests. Your happiness is the best gift of them all.”

Klinge stood still looking down at Kanisa for a while, trying to see where her future would take her. Such purity in the Princess. “I see such wonder and hope in you. You’ll go far Kanisa.”

Kanisa’s blush grew and her arms wrapped around him. “Thank you. I won’t let you down.”

Klinge nodded and patted her back. “I know you won’t.”

~

More time passed and Klinge was tasked with watching over the Hylian Nobility as they held a peace conference with a group of people known as the Direnors. Klinge studied the foreigners carefully. Very large, and the whitest skin he had ever seen. A complete contrast from the Gerudo.

It was clear just looking at them that they had warrior traits. The defined weapons sure, but also the scars, and the aura of a warrior, the presence. The Commander traded glances with a particular man. He was very tall, had braided hair, and an eye patch over his right eye. He could have sworn the man sniffed him. After doing so the man scowled. Klinge made sure to keep an eye out on him.

The following hours went by and Klinge watched Kanisa come on stage to perform for the guests. The Direnors had never seen or heard such a beautiful woman before. Klinge relaxed hearing her tongue sing the divine notes of the Gerudo language. It was beyond captivating. Another thought so as well, the warrior with one eye. Vidar.

~

Klinge was patrolling the halls when he saw Kanisa and one of the Direnors talking. Laughing even. The Commander decided to investigate. “Greetings Princess. Who is your acquaintance?”  

Kanisa looked up at Klinge and smiled. “Hello Klinge, have you meet Vidar?”

Vidar stayed quiet looking at Klinge. The man was massive. He also felt something incredibly off about him. Klinge looked right back down at Vidar with the same disdain.

“No.”

“Well this is Vidar. He’s a Hersir, a Commander of the Army in Glacier Cove.”

Klinge titled his head. This man? Perhaps his scars weren’t just for simple show. Kanisa then pointed to Klinge. “Vidar, this is Klinge. High Commander of all of Hyrule.”

“A pleasure….”

“Likewise.”

Kanisa could feel the heat between the two men as they stared each other down. Klinge narrowed his eyes on Vidar. “Tell me Vidar, why do the Direnors need so much supplies from Hyrule. Food, iron….weapons?”

Vidar did not like his questioning. Klinge continued, his presence growing more intrusive. “Seems you lack a great deal as a people.”

“Our people are strong.”

“Really? Almost seems like welching.”

Kanisa’s temper rose from that and she came to Vidar’s defence. “Klinge that’s enough. We are giving to the people of Glacier’s Forge because it’s a kindness. Because they need our help. And helping those in need is the right thing to do.”

Vidar didn’t show it, but he was touched by her words. Such a beautiful woman. Klinge merely stared coldly at Vidar. “Of course your highness. Hyrule is charitable after all.”

With that Klinge left. Vidar stared coldly at the man. Something was wrong with him.

~

Months had passed and the Direnors were still in Hyrule. Why couldn’t they just leave? Covarog and Zarazu had been negotiating a great deal with the Direnors, packing supplies into boat after boat for their homeland. From what Klinge could gather, they were under a great amount of terror from a group of Undead known as the Frost Ones.

One day he was walking by the library when he heard something strange. He tried to get inside when he found the door to be locked. He listened in to try and figure out what was going on. The sounds of a woman and a man were having merry sex. Klinge was about to break in when he moved back recognizing the voices. It was Princess Kanisa. Her and that lowlife Vidar.

How dare he. How dare he defile her. Kanisa was a precious woman, a reincarnation of Din herself. Klinge thought over his options. Break in now? No. That would cause a scene and who knows what that fiend might do to Kanisa in a panic. And the did had been done. What mattered now was retribution.

Clearly, there was only one option. He had to kill Vidar. Make him bleed like a pig. Klinge went off to sharpen his blades. A little hunting trip was in order.

~

Vidar and Klinge were out on a hunting trip together going through the Faron Woods. A few Hylians and Prince Ralnor had joined before hand, but by now separated into the woods.

Vidar was cautious as Klinge walked with him alone. The lighting was dark and the path long. Dragging down a hill Klinge kept his murderous intent to himself. “Tell me Commander Vidar. What do you think of Hyrule?”

Vidar thought about it. “Your land is defiantly rich. Much life to be found.”

“Indeed. From the Fiery Mountains of Mount Doom filled with finest minerals, the relaxing waters of Zora’s domain, or the green never ending fields of Hyrule itself.”

The kept going deeper into the forest. The trees were massive and made the area very dark.

“What do you think of the people?”

“Depends on who you ask. Many are kind. From the Hylians, the Lorliedians, or even the Gerudo.”

Klinge’s eyes narrowed behind his helmet. Emotionless and filled with death. “Yes. The Gerudo. I’m sure you’ve been enjoying that immensely.”

Vidar felt something off. He turned to see Klinge swing a massive great blade at him. Rolling out of the way Klinge struck a tree, cleaving it in half. Turning back around Vidar was furious. “What is wrong with you!”

Klinge didn’t reply simply conjuring an energy spear and throwing at Vidar. The Direnor threw himself down into a trench. Klinge lifted his sword and went after him, quickly covering ground. “Come out so you can face your execution.”  

Vidar flipped his axe in his hand. He was not going to die to this freak of nature. Looking around the corner he might have yelped if he was still pup. Klinge was already on him, swing that metal of death at him. Vidar ducked and retaliated by swinging his axe into Klinge’s neck. The warrior stumbled back, and, with a hiss of air and hate escaping him, took the axe out. Vidar was disgusted by the black/purple blood seeping out. “You’re a monster.”

“Undead. Hellspawn. And your Death.”

“I should have known by your smell.” Vidar scowled. How could Hyrule employ such evil into their ranks? Klinge dropped the axe to the ground and dashed towards Vidar. The Direnor took a tactical retreat, moving threw the trees. Klinge kept missing, barely, cutting into more trees and bushes.

Klinge blasted a large bush, sure that he had him. The warrior waited as the smoke rised. From behind it came a growl. The Black Knight was unsure what to make of it at first when a massive wolf jumped through the fire and clawed at Klinge. A part of his armour was shredded, and before Klinge took a counter measure. Vidar clawed his more vulnerable chest. The dark blood oozed and Klinge drew a shield and a went after his foe.

“You think I wasn’t prepared for this? I studied your kind. Some of you have a beast within. Not so much different from lycanthropy.”

Klinge took a few swings at Vidar. The wolfman took a few strikes but lashed out. Klinge defended himself around his torso with his shield, only for Vidar to dive in and bite his leg. With a roar of rage Klinge stabbed into Vidar’s paw. The Black Knight quickly moved to smash his shield into Vidar’s nose.

Vidar finally let go, leaping back. Klinge hands shook with rage. “You defiled the Princess. An actual fucking dog.” Klinge put on a more protective piece of armour and switched his weapons to a battle axe. “I’ll split your fucking skull.”

Vidar paced himself. His opponent was highly skilled and highly dangerous, but he let his defences get the better of him. Left him more open to attack. If he was to win Vidar had to strike furiously. With a roar he ran at Klinge. Sure enough his opponent readied himself. Vidar hopped to one side, followed by the next to try and throw Klinge off.

Klinge was ready and when Vidar lunged at him, he swung. His axe made a mark slicing open the side of his leg and a part of his side, but Vidar sliced open his helmet, his claws able to cut through the metal and dig through his chainmail. Klinge hissed as his jaw was split more open and his undead face scared more.

Vidar transformed back into a human to cope with the pain. Klinge turned to him, one of his yellow eyes visible. It was filled with malice and longing for the Direnor’s destruction. Vidar rose to his feet, fists ready. His body ached with the torment of pain, but he would not fall.

“I will not die, I will not leave Kanisa.”

“You do not get to speak her name.”

Klinge threw the first punch, going to strike Vidar in the stomach. Vidar caught it, skidding back, and retaliated by striking Klinge in his one open spot. Not much to go off of with all that armour on him.

Klinge eye bulged open with fury and he proceeded to wail into Vidar. It started off as precise hits, but grew into animalistic brutality, by just releasing full swings of all his weight into the Direnor. Vidar spat up a hunk of blood after Klinge slammed his whole arm into the mans head.

Klinge grabbed Vidar by the head and lifted him up for a finishing blow. Vidar grabbed a hard rock off the forest floor and slammed it into Klinge’s face. The undead warrior stumbled back. Both men were panting now, blood leaking from them both. Vidar knew this was a losing battle. So he tried something he had never had to use before. Diplomacy.

“Commander Klinge, don’t do this. I’m begging you.”

“I thought Direnors don’t beg for anything. You afraid to die that much to die that much?”

“No. I am not. While not the death I’d like, dying at your hands would be worthy enough.” Vidar shook his head. All this blood loss was starting to get to him. “No. I’m doing this for Kanisa. If you kill me, my death would devastate her.”

Klinge cracked his knuckles. “…You lie.”

“No. On my honour, she loves me. And I’d give anything for her. So please, don’t do this.” Vidar put his arms down, and waited to see what this undead monster would do. He didn’t want to kill the protector Kanisa looked up to but he would if he must.

Klinge calculated Kanisa’s feelings into account, and with a growl, which turned into a sigh, he lowered his arms. “…Very well. I will see how far her love for you goes. But the moment I detect a hint of sorrow from her, I collect your canine head and mount it on the wall. Understood?”

Vidar nodded in agreement. “Understood.”

Klinge let the tension die down when he noticed something odd. “You’re naked.”

“Comes with the transformation.”

The Undead Commander frowned. “Can’t have that.” Channeling his energies he summoned a placement of plain clothes for Vidar to wear. “Put those on and lets go.”

The two warriors headed out of the forest. When Ralnor saw them he was shocked. They were bleeding from head to toe. “What in gods name happened to you two?!”

Klinge and Vidar looked to each other and shrugged. “A small quarrel. Worked out now.”

~

Vidar and the rest of the Direnors had left some tome ago, but a new problem had a risen. Kanisa was pregnant. Took no time to get the information out of Ralnor and Ganondorf, but it appeared the mutt and her had gotten careless. News was quickly sent to Vidar to return.

Within that time Kanisa had made the choice to move away and live with her lover in Glaciers Forge. It was a fact that broke Klinge’s heart. Three weeks before she left he went to see her. A heavy knock on the door told Kanisa who it was. “Yes?”

“It’s Klinge. May I come in?”

“Of course.” Klinge walked into her room, a nice pretty room littered with books. “Are you well?”

“Babies kicking hard, but other then that….I’m uncertain.”

“About what?” Klinge took a seat next to Kanisa.

“I love Vidar. A great deal. He brings me hope in my dreams and I long to be with him again, but a part of me can’t help but feel I’ve rushed into things.”

Klinge nodded, taking her words in. “I understand. Your actions have lead you to this point, and its hard to not think what your future might have been. But you need to be happy with the future you have now. I’m proud to have seen you grown up, and I know the kindness and beauty you’ve had throughout in your life will apply with your daughter.”

Kanisa smiles, followed by a giggle. “Son.”

“What?”

“I checked with Zarazu.”

Klinge shook his head. “Seems to take the fun out of it.”

Kanisa laughed at the idea of Klinge enjoying the small things in life. Yet it seemed right. The warrior gave her something, wrapped in paper. “I want you to have this.”

Kanisa was intrigued. By the shape it was obviously a book. Opening it she went she was surprised to see the title.  “Klinge. This is-“

“My gift to you. The Desert Queen under the Sun. An old Gerudo book filled with adventure and love. Even has pictures, old illustrations. Only ten were ever made.”

Kanisa goes through the pictures. The pages with art were breathtaking. She started to cry and hugged him. “Thank you! It’s wonderful!”

Klinge smiled and hugged her back, gentle in his gigantic touch. “You are most welcome. I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I as well dear Uncle.”

Kanisa wiped her tears, and, just as Klinge was standing to go, she held onto his hand. “Is it ok if I read it to you?”

Klinge paused for a moment, then smiled back. “Of course. I have all the time in the world to share with you.”

The warrior sat down and Kanisa began reading the book of an ancient tale of magic, love, and adventure of the Gerudo Tribe of old.

[the-musical-cc]

Hyrule Warriors headcanons

General HC:

Takes place between Twilight Princess and OoT. The reason Lana knows of the Twilight Princess story when it hasn’t happened yet is because she can glance at the future and the past alike because MAGIC.

The reason they can talk to each other while battling in extreme opposites of the battlefield or the sort is fairy magic, a spell that binds the members of the team and also lets them know when one of them is in danger or hurt. The same magic allows them to communicate with the opposing side if they wish to.

Cia and then Ganondorf made use of a dark magic brand of the same spell for their purposes.

The OoT scenarios take place somewhere along the seven years before Link awoke. The Skyloft scenario takes place centuries before the actual Skyward Sword story happens, on the early days of Skyloft, and the Twilight Princess scenario is an alternate timeline. The Wind Waker one takes place AFTER Wind Waker but before Phantom Hourglass.

Darunia only met the fake Zelda because he thought it was the long-lost princess of his time but it took just one look to know (Even if it HAD been the actual Zelda) that she was too old to be that child that fled Hyrule Castle Town less than seven years before.

Cia/Lana’s tribe where the ones to make the Ocarina of Time, Door of Time, Pedestal of time, Spiritual stones and the such.

When Ganondorf is walking down Cia’s castle and sees the statues and paintings of the different Links in history, he is legitimately creeped out in a way he wouldn’t have thought possible and from then on he can’t even look at Cia in the face without getting a shudder.

Linkle became Impa’s honorary little sister after the end of her quest.

Link HC

Link is non-verbal

When in council  and sometimes during campaigns, he signs at Proxi and then she translates what he’s saying to the rest.. 

No one in the gang ever questions it. Ever. They all just accept it.

If anyone’s a jerk about it, Impa takes action either verbally or straight up punching them in the face if they’re VERY rude.

He and Linkle are cousins. Linkle’s compass actually IS a relic for the hero but their grandma gave it to Linkle because “Hey, Link already got the triforce mark, mah gurl’s going to get the compass, IDGAF”.

Despite Impa’s distrust of Sheik before she learned the truth, Link did trust them from the start. Either because he wasn’t aware of everything that didn’t click in their story or because he instinctively felt they were there to help.

The scene in the courtyard was not the first time he saw Zelda, but it was the first time she saw him. Aditionally, the first time their eyes met.

He’d been lowkey crushing on her for a while but covinced himself that it was just the normal veneration one has for an ideal, as would be fitting for a soldier.

Zelda HC

She was basically the Queen by the time the War started but people were still calling her Princess out of habit and she never corrected them because, well, they’ll probably grow out of it right?

The Royal family was part of the Sheikah Tribe since the days of OoT Zelda, where the princess at the time was accepted as part of the tribe officialy.

As such, OoT Zelda had scrolls and books about the Tribe, it’s techniques, it’s history and culture, which were still in the royal library after all those years. HW Zelda found them as a child and trained and learned all she could on the topic. 

She also found the Goddess Harp, but no registry remained of why it was called that and she only knew it as the harp of her ancestor.

The story of how OoT Zelda evaded Ganondorf from years and aided the Hero of Time is kept a secret from everyone outside the Royal Family; but it’s what gave her the idea of Sheik when things got ugly.

She didn’t exactly fall in love with Link at first sight, but she felt the connection between them, as did he. She developed a great admiration for him upon seeing him defend herself and Impa despite being still just a trainee when many a fully-armored soldier hesitated to act.

Admiration that just grew as she watched him fight from uder the Sheik guise. Admiration that turned into something tugging at her heartstrings when she realized how desperate he was to find her. She hadn’t thought anyone besides Impa would be so worried about her.

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At first, the gang is comfortable with Proxi doing the talking for Link, but Zelda starts learning the signs on her own when she has time to spare (Which is rare tbh what with the war and everything).

Link sometimes exchanges comments with Proxi about what he’s thinking and she learns fairly often not to say them out loud if it’s something embarrassing but then oh snap, Zelda learns the signs too and so she catches Link “Whispering” at Proxi stuff like “Wow Girahim’s hair looks even more stupid than usual today” or “Gods, I am so done with these Re Deads” or “Dammit, Proxi, I keep glancing over at the princess she’s going to think I’m a creep”

She can’t bring herself to tell him she understands him for like two weeks after he signs that because she doesn’t want to embarrass him.

When she finally does tell him Link is so happy he doesn’t even think of the implication at first, though. It only catches up on him after and thankfully she isn’t around to see him turn red and bury his face in his hands and freak out a bit.

Zelda insists to communicate through signs and though Link is fine with people talking to him, he appreciates the effort she’s making. 

Link teaching his personal signs to Zelda, correcting her hand posture.

The two of them haivng private sign conversations but Link confessing to her that he likes it better when she talks so she now only uses them if she can’t talk for whatever reason.

Of course, Impa eventually catches on and she wants to learn too, if only to know for sure what they’re saying to each other.

Lana catches up too and then she spent like three or four days studying sings frantically because well yeah, she’s accepted the whole Soul Bond thing but that doesn’t mean she likes the idea that Zelda can understand him while she doesn’t.

Eventually, all the gang starts picking up little signs here and there as well to the point where they can more or less understand Link but he only takes signing from Zelda. On ocassion, Impa, Lana or Linkle.

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Author’s Favorite Scenes:  Excerpt from  The Legacy of Myriad Book One - Mark of Wisdom: Chapter 15 - First Quest

"Two children bound by fate will learn the truth of  their pasts and the direction of their futures with the awakening of a  powerful sage named Myriad."

Orphaned and sent to Kakariko Village  as babies, Link and Mira live a relatively normal life despite their  vast curiosities concerning the truth of their past and the identities  of their birth parents.  Yet their only clue is an amulet left to Mira  from the mother and father that gave her up, which doesn't provide any  answers. Such mysteries are put on hold however when a soldier from  Hyrule Palace brings news to Kakariko of the King and Queen's untimely  demise.  Soon after, the children are torn apart for ten long years-and  their reunion provides Mira with answers she never thought possible.   Not only is she the true Princess of Hyrule, but she's caught on a path  to destiny with Link that will change their lives forever.

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Outside of the Temple, Epona pranced at the ready as Link rushed down the steps toward her, Mira's hand still clutched in his.

Stopping at her side, he helped Mira mount the horse, then swung up behind her, tugging the reins before goading the animal into a gallop down the path. Yet, as the trees began to thin around them, he slowed their pace with a wary gaze at their surroundings, unwilling to be caught off guard by any soldiers soon to arrive.

Surely enough, the pounding of hooves against the earth was heard coming from the direction of the distant palace. Glancing that way, the shadowy figures of numerous horses appeared under the moon, all of them heading for the temple, and Link quickly searched for another path to take that would prevent them from being seen.

"That way," Mira remarked, pointing toward a trail passing through a field of trees that would provide enough cover to prevent the incoming soldiers from spotting them.

So Link turned toward it and goaded Epona off once more, hoping her speed would be enough to get them away before anyone could notice their presence.

Moments later, Mira looked back to see the soldiers were just reaching the path to the temple's entryway. Without falter, each rider turned to access it instead of altering course, proving they hadn't spotted the two Hylians fleeing on horseback now.

The sight was only visible for a moment, and as soon as they faded from view, Mira closed her eyes, head dipping forward as she covered her face with a hand. How could I do this to them?

Leaving the temple was so much harder than she'd thought it would be. Running away and abandoning Impa and Brahm to Ganondorf's soldiers felt like cowardice, not to mention pointless. Perhaps she was a princess by birth, but her life had taken a path so far away from the royal court she wasn't sure the title would ever fit, even if she legitimately took the crown.

Why should Impa or Brahm put their lives on the line for something so meaningless? If they're killed, it'll be my fault.

Unable to stand the thought, she reached up and patted Link's arm to get his attention.

“Please stop, Link!” she called over Epona's hooves pounding the earth.

At the request, Link glanced back to make certain they weren't being followed, then slowed their pace, allowing Epona a brief respite. Still, it wasn't safe to remain in one spot for long. Whoever led the soldiers could send a few men out to comb the area once they realized what they sought was no longer in the temple, and they hadn't yet traveled far enough to stay out of reach.

So he remained alert while asking, "What's wrong?"

"We have to go back," she replied urgently. "We can't just leave them to deal with those fiends claiming to be soldiers! They could be killed!"

Link furrowed his brows with an adamant denial. "We can't go back, Mira, and don't worry. If Impa managed to keep everyone safe from that copy of me, then she can handle a few armored thugs.”

“Then you go to Roshala,” she directed. “It's me they want, and if turning myself over to them saves lives, it's worth it.”

"They want to kill you, Mira," Link reminded her forcefully, adding, "and the chances are that once they did, they'd kill Impa and Brahm anyway.”

The comment gave her pause if only because she knew he was right. Still, she had to try, insisting, “You don't know that! So let me down!"

When she attempted to dismount, Link swiftly wound an arm around her waist to keep her in place, retorting, "We both know it, and if protecting you means stopping you from hurting yourself, then I will.”

Preventing her from arguing further, Link thumped his heels against Epona's flanks, taking off at a gallop to reach the other side of the field where the mountain roads leading to Roshala began.

The moment Epona picked up speed, Mira gasped and grabbed the pommel to steady herself, staring ahead in remorse—and shame. Link's candor proved how brash she was being, and she squeezed her eyes shut, finding it nearly impossible to sort through her churning emotions despite the length of their ride.

By the time they reached a crossroad of three different paths with a sign posted between them, she was trembling with her efforts—and Link wasn't oblivious to it. As Epona slowed to a trot, he could only wonder if he'd been too stern before, or if she was only afraid for the lives of those they'd been forced to leave behind.

He certainly wasn't feeling great about the situation either, and spoke her name gently with an apology.

"I'm sorry if I was too harsh, but I can't allow them to catch you, especially knowing what they want. Whatever you're supposed to be, you're too important to me.”

Mira exhaled a shaky breath and shook her head, finally turning her glistening eyes up to gaze ahead with the words, "No, don't apologize. I'm just ashamed of myself for stopping you back there, a-and … .”

Her voice cracked, fists clenching against the pommel and tears welling as she rasped, “I can't stand knowing it's me they're after, that Impa and the others might be killed just because I'm supposed to be a princess.”

The depth of emotion in her voice pierced his heart like an arrow, but none of it was as bad as when she added on a whisper, “Worst of all, being Zelda means I'll never … it means they're gone, Link. My parents are … I'll never g-get to meet them!”

The last was spoken in anguished despair as Mira buried her face in her hands and began sobbing in earnest—and she wasn't alone.

Wrapping his arms around her, several tears tracked across Link's cheeks as he rested his chin on her shoulder. He'd wanted her to meet her parents as badly as he longed to know his own, recalling the nights they spent making up stories about them, and in those moments, he certainly felt like a child again, wishing for a way to make things right.

If not for himself, then for her.

With Epona coming to a stop, they stayed locked together just that way, and Mira leaned against him, so grateful for his presence her tears flowed harder. Still, the amount of weeping she'd done that day alone likely had him thinking she was a blithering shrew, and she endeavored to stem her tears by pulling her hands away to wipe her eyes.

Doing so, she noticed Link reaching up as if to do the same for his own, and curiously narrowed her brows.

“A-are you crying, too?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, lifting his head from her shoulder with a low sigh. “Can't help it, not with how much meeting our parents means to both of us.”

Her heart melted to hear those words, not that his compassion was surprising. They spent so many nights discussing the matter that it always felt as if he was the only person in the world who truly understood her.

Now was no different, particularly when he cleared his throat and went on, "But none of this is your fault. We've been through a lot today and what we learned is hard enough to handle without being forced to leave our friends to save ourselves. Still, Impa was right, and if we'd been captured by those soldiers, everything she'd done these past seventeen years would've been for nothing. Everything Myriad did would've been for nothing.”

Mira hung on every word, realizing she hadn't considered things in such a way—and a smile finally curled her lips when he concluded, “So what you did wasn't shameful. You were ready to sacrifice yourself just as they're willing to do for you, and it matters that you care enough to help however you can.”

With a shaky exhale, Mira wasted no time lifting a leg to turn until she was riding sidesaddle, then leaned up and kissed his cheek, announcing, "You did it again."

Though brief, her kiss left him staring ahead with a blank expression before he rubbed the back of his neck and related, "I don't know what I did, but I like the results.”

Snickering softly, she explained, "You made me feel better, and you're right. We're coping with a lot and … .”

Trailing thoughtfully, she gazed up at the glittering night sky to see a shooting star crossing the horizon and smiled, remarking, "I have an idea."

"What's that?"

"It's a nice night, and we're pretty far away from the temple now, so why don't we just walk Epona and talk for a while? If we get tired before we reach Roshala, we'll find a place to stop and rest.”

Smiling, Link replied, “That sounds good."

Dismounting his horse moments later, they inspected the sign at the crossroads which pointed in the direction of three locations, being the Temple of Time, the Goron City, and Roshala Village. The last was pointing down the center path, and as they walked, Mira absently took Link's free hand.

He doubted she noticed, and didn't point it out, content to carry on just that way while discussing whatever came to mind. Most topics revolved around their years spent apart, perhaps because neither of them wanted to speak of anything serious after the day they'd had.

Regardless, it was a relaxing way to pass the time, though Link eventually addressed the subject of her identity.

"So what should I call you, anyway? Do you still want to use the name Mira?”

Pursing her lips in thought, she looked up at the sky and then shrugged. "I think so, at least for now. It's kept me from being discovered all this time, after all.”

“Good point," Link concurred as they turned down a path leading into the valley of Death Mountain, admitting, "I'll probably end up calling you Mira just out of habit.”

"And I probably wouldn't answer to Zelda right away," she supplied with a smile. "So I suppose it'll be a strange adjustment for both of us. Still, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I've known this all along.”

Curious, Link asked, “What do you mean?”

She shook her head. “It's hard to explain. I just feel as if the need and will to be this person was there all along, somewhere deep inside.”

Nodding, Link pointed out, "I think I understand. When you first told me to take the Master Sword, I was unsure, but after seeing the mark on my hand and then pulling the sword from the pedestal, something about the way it felt was almost … ,” he trailed, looking for the proper word, and finally settled on, “right.”

“And you certainly put it to proper use when that skeleton attacked you.”

Looking over, he saw her smiling up at him as if both impressed and proud. The expression had him squinting an eye shut while muttering, "Don't look at me like that, Mira."

Her smile grew wider. "Why not? Embarrassed?"

"No," he stubbornly refused.

Snickering, she turned her gaze ahead again and admitted, "I can't help it. You've just grown so much from the boy I knew, and besides, the clothes Myriad provided suit you. You look very prestigious and capable."

Smirking, Link tugged the collar of his jerkin out in a confident fashion, causing her to snicker and playfully warn him not to be a showoff.

Teasing one another that very way as they walked along, the path led them by a sign providing a welcome to Roshala, and just ahead was a drawbridge connecting two ledges of a ravine. Hundreds of meters below was a tributary of the Zora River, and as they arrived at the foot of the bridge, Epona tugged back on her reins clutched in Link's hand.

Glancing over to realize the horse was hesitant to cross, he reached up to stroke her mane.

“What's wrong, Epona? Don't like heights?”

A silent moment followed his question before Mira observed, “It's not the ravine that has her spooked. Something's wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

Casting a concerned gaze at her friend, she answered, “I just have a bad feeling.”

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