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@zelgan-week day one, sun and moon

hi im back with more zelgan. i wanted to play with contrast and also a very old arranged marriage au i used to have, where zelda and gan were thought to be the embodiments of the sun and the moon

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Shade of My Enemy, vol 2, Collapse page 94

In which the Princess roars back, so to speak…

Thursday posting has resumed at long last. Volume 3 is clipping along in production rather more slowly than it used to, but it is going at all, which is a small victory in itself. Note that the story will always be free to read online, whether a new page on Patreon or backlog here on tumblr, or the prose conversion on Ao3 under the same title, and the collected pages in order and by volume are available to all members (even free level) on Patreon.

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The gazebo stands on a tiny hill, one lone birch tree next to it. It looks haunted and so empty without its usual occupant dropping sugar into her tea and circling her teaspoon, out for more gossip, eyes glinting. The clinking of porcelain is another sound to its daytime symphony. For now, only cicadas and rustling leaves make up her company.

Zelda steps closer, circling the stone table set in the middle of it as she lets her fingers caress the carved patterns on it, registering every raised line. A nonsensical pattern to her, but according to Rauru it meant something – what, she had already forgotten again. Must have been something mundane.

„The Lady is also unable to find respite on this beautiful night?“ 

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A nightly encounter will change Zelda's and Ganondorf's fate forever, after months of looming around each other. The Blood Moon's rise plagues the mind after all.

[A serene stillness envelops the grand statue of Hylia, her majestic wings spread wide in a gesture of welcome and protection for those who come to seek solace. In her outstretched hands rests an enormous Triforce monument, its golden surface dulled by time and encasing a diamond that has long dimmed. Before the statue, Princess Zelda stands in quiet contemplation, her gaze fixed upon the tarnished symbol of power, wisdom, and courage. She is dwarfed by the towering figure of Hylia, her posture heavy with the weight of her lineage and the unanswered questions lingering in her heart.]