#terminalsavior

{ They had sparred for what had seemed like hours, and yet the lingering ghost of    his ancestor had not tired. In the meanwhile, Link was panting, gasping for air    while a rush of sweat sought to coat the whole of his body; not even the Ether    could take away exhaustion entirely, or its ill effects. He parried a blow, deflected    his sparring partner's blade, flipped backwards -- sunk his own sword into the mists    and leaned heavily on it, his legs threatening to buckle beneath him. Surely, this    was enough. They had long since passed the border between training and cruelty. }

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☢ : CHARACTER MY MUSE IS AFRAID OF.

              GANONDORF,  —

His reign of seven years will never cease from existence because it is imprinted deep within her mind and because it is, it seems as though the princess will never achieve peace. Zelda is aware that the memory she carries of him will never disappear because both of them share a sting of a same kismet. Because of his once reigned terror, when her eyes shut and it seems as though for once she will be met with peace, she is instead thrown for a terror. The same terror that she has dreamed of for years. Hyrule is in ashes, her people are running in as a terror as a blaze sweeps across the land and his laugh echoes in the beyond. Zelda knows what’ll happen next, she’ll wake up in a jolt as a scream passes through her. Her face will be pale and sweat’ll pass down her forehead as her royal advisor opens her door and hurries to her side. Sobs’ll soon rack through her body and she’ll shake uncontrollably as she’s being comforted. The uncontrollable crying will continue until she passes out from the exhaustion of it. 

        he knows this face.

        the face of an otherwise ordinary boy thrown into something extraordinary. chosen by the goddesses, who favor him and that blasted girl above all else. a boy that condemned him to an eternity of banishment, solitude. a boy whom he hates more than anything. more than the barren desert, the harsh sun; more than every hylian combined, with their cheerful smiles and sickly sweet attitudes.