Sneak peak Sneak peak Sneak peak
Blood began pooling along Baal body. The burning of her ribs began to ace and bleed, but that was nothing to the sadness that was heartache that was felt.
“Why must The hero suffer?”
“Why in every timeline is He always the victim.”
They are always like this. Silent and enduring. A will so strong that they do their best even when the world is against them.
Baal is tired and worn hopefully this is the last timeline.
Innocent. Baal is tired of saying this.
Looking up at the sky Baal saw the red miasma clear up and felt liquid hitting her face. They were delivate and one fell in her lips that were raghed and trying to get air in.
‘Salty.’ Baal thought. As she looked above her to see Princess Zelda and not Hylia. Crying and sobbing holding her face as she tried to heal the wounds that were severe,
‘To mu..ch da..mage… was do…ne’…
Baal looks up at the many faces that had tears and such anguish that made a ball of emotion take hold in her throat. As the world faded to black and the pain left her body, she felt the warm hands of fierce deity take hold and gave her a since of safety not felt unless Giraham was watching over her as she slept.