@sickofthisharp
One, two, three four five six...
Zelda trails off before the seventh note. The tingle of the magic that started in her branded hand and spread to the rest of her dies suddenly, like warmth being blown away by a freezing wind. It doesn’t feel right, somehow. There’s a pit in her stomach that forms in response to the first note, and doesn’t close up entirely until the last has faded from her ears.
Something is wrong with this. Something is off, and it’s spooking her. She doesn’t want to go. She hasn’t wanted to go since Lyre first mentioned the Shadow Temple.
One, two, three four five six...
Is her throat closing because she’s doing the spell wrong? She stops again, afraid that if she plays the last note she’ll miss her destination and wind up with one arm stuck impossibly in a solid surface, magically amputated in a second by the simple tripping of her fingers. If she continues, something terrible will happen.
And if she doesn’t, she might never find Sheik.
One, two, three four five six...
It’s been too long, though. He’s been gone too long. If she goes, will there be anything left of him to find? Is she wasting her time, visiting a cursed tomb for nothing?
...No. Not for nothing. Best case scenario, he’s alive in there and she can bring him home. Middle case scenario, he’s dead in there and she can bring him home.
Worst case scenario, she keeps looking.
One, two, three four five six...
Seven.
