#imaginembrace

This had been the worst day imaginable. Things had started off so normally. Papa left for their old city, trying to reclaim some of their former fortune. And somehow, a terrible fate had befallen both of them. And all because she'd asked for a simple rose. Who would have thought that such a small thing would have the power to change their lives forever?

But what was done was done. Papa had taken refuge in the enchanted castle and plucked that desired flower, and in order to save him from a life of solitude and captivity, Belle had offered herself in his place. She barely even had the chance to say goodbye. And now, she was to be the prisoner of a monstrous beast for the rest of her life. Never again to see her father, her brothers, or her sisters. To visit her favorite hills and lay in the tall, fragrant meadow grasses... Never again to know the taste of freedom...

Belle had spent the night locked in her room, until going down to dinner, when the beast had the audacity to ask her to marry him! Well, he was no better than that boorish, brainless bafoon Gaston! Her life may have no longer been her own, but Belle refused to have every last choice taken away from her. And she would die before she married any one but her soulmate, whenever she had the joy of finding him... Well... Not that she ever would now.

Weeping bitterly until she passed out from exhaustion, the young woman groaned in her sleep. "Belle. Belle. Come. You must come, child."

The woman's voice roused her from her sleep, and she sat up, confused. "Who's there? How do you know my name?"

"You must come. Follow my voice."

Was there another woman in the castle somewhere? If there were, she hadn't seen her. Belle sat up, and seeing a beautiful robe hanging on the post next to her, she quickly put it on over her nightgown and followed the voice through the darkened, freezing corridors. The fear in her heart only grew as she got closer and closer to the voice.

The hall seemed to be full of broken pieces of furniture and glass. Long abandoned cobwebs lined the walls, and Belle could see her breath whenever she exhaled. Surely this had to be the forbidden West Wing the beast had mentioned. This place had the aura of not being touched in years. Dust and grime were thick. But what could he possibly be hiding back here? And where had the voice, her guide, gone?

This room gave her the creeps. Belle didn't want to be there a moment longer, and was about to turn back when a glimmer caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. She turned toward it, only to find what looked to be a waterfall of glass. There was something beautiful and otherworldly about it. What could anyone need such a large mirror for? It made no sense. Was this what the beast was trying to hide? Well, let him try to stop her now.

Many said the young prince had left Montbéliard on account of threats to his life, hidden away in some other kingdom     but some whispers spoke of a Beast having taken his place, that the prince had suffered a terrible fate. Phillip’s father had always discouraged him to go see for himself, claiming his wish to chase after a childhood friend foolish and dangerous, even. Those tales woven by locals could be a way to attract travellers to their demise.

So he stayed.

Once the tale changed, however, recounting how the beast had now turned to man, Phillip knew he could not sit by any longer. He was only a few dozens of miles from Montbéliard, on a trip with his father to meet another possible suitor     there was no chance he’d pass up on even the smallest chance of seeing Adam again.

It was a long shot. The castle before him had seen better days, and it was hard to tell if someone was still living in it. Leaving Samson by the entrance, Phillip managed to jump over the large gate ( with only a few rips to his cape ). His fast stride slowed as he reached the front door, a sense of uneasiness filling him up all of a sudden.

“Last match of the evening! And from the looks of it, one to remember! Let’s hear it for the Hero and the Princess!”

Link vs. Zelda, they might not be from the same time, but it’s still something that gets the crowd buzzing with excitement. 

TP Link: 15, 1, 4 Melody: 3, 6, 6 (Advantage: 60%)

“Does the rain make things harder on a ranch? Or do animals like the rain as well?”

“it seems there are many worlds out there with fates so deeply intertwined with our own that we are blissfully unaware of.” a beat, and she can only offer the smallest laugh. “or, i suppose, unaware of until they attempt to destroy our kingdom for reasons we don’t quite understand.”

the forest floor beneath his worn boots was a familiar sensation,   the surrounding birdsong a familiar sound,   the smell of pine and other plantlife a familiar scent.   nostalgia washed over him as it always did on the way home.   no matter how much time he spent in castle town nowadays,   his heart would always beat in time with the rustling of the trees,   with the footfalls of wild rabbits,   with the ebb and flow of the shallow waters on the shores of faron and ordona’s springs.

he always felt...   lighter back in ordon village.   like he could feel the ghost of who he had once been   ‒   carefree and unburdened by heavy things like the fate of hyrule and its surrounding lands,   or a destiny handed down by the goddesses   ‒   returning to his body.   he wouldn’t exchange his trials for anything   (   someone had to stand up against zant and ganondorf.   he knows midna would have tried,   but she couldn’t have done it alone.   just as he couldn’t have done it without her   ),   but he often missed the simplicity of being a ranch hand and nothing more.

he took a deep breath as he walked,   anticipating an evening spent talking to ilia,   helping colin and talo train,   and saying hello to any goats that had been born while he was away.   he’d get to play with colin’s little sister,   catch up with rusl and uli,   see if bo needed anything he could bring his next visit.   or sera,   for the store.   maybe link the cat would finally let him pet him.

“Ah, ah, ah! I’m not going anywhere until you find a way to make this up for me!” It was in jest, surely, the celestial beings who had lovingly crafted the maiden of skies plucked out the warmest of hearts that they could find. The truth of the matter was this: this person did not owe her anything whatsoever.