hyruieknight.bsky.social
▬▬ι═══════ﺤ
67 posts
63 followers
67 following
Regular Contributor
Active Commenter
comment in response to
post
// WOOF WOOF
comment in response to
post
Every so often, his eyes darted around, keeping a watchful gaze on the princess even as he worked. Once the dish was ready, he carried it over to her, placing it carefully on the table in front of her with a quiet pride, eager to see her reaction.
comment in response to
post
Words weren’t his strength, but his movements conveyed his confusion clearly. Where was the princess? And where, exactly, was he? The questions hung in the air, unanswered, as he searched for clues in the unfamiliar surroundings.
comment in response to
post
With a calm, steady voice, he broke the silence:
“My name is Link.”
comment in response to
post
while his Champion’s tunic clung to him, a relic of his own timeline. His hair, loose and tousled by the wind, framed his face as his hands settled on his hips. He tilted his head slightly, locking eyes with her, ensuring she had his full attention. ++
comment in response to
post
Link watched the unfamiliar, yet eerily familiar figure approach. She didn’t radiate hostility, but years of battles had taught him caution. He let his guard slip, just for a moment, as he stepped closer. His hand, still marked by Rauru’s ancient power, rested at his side, ++
comment in response to
post
But turning, a bush broke beneath his foot. Instantly, his frame tensed. In hand, his sword; in front, his shield; his footsteps light and deliberate. He crept forward, breathing evenly, his eyes on the source of the commotion. With a sweeping motion, he cleared leaves—and froze.
comment in response to
post
Cooking comforted him. By the fire, with the boil of the pot, he could create without consequence. No lives were won or lost through his meals, and no kingdoms settled. It was freedom, but temporary. He forced the apple into the worn leather bag, its bulk a weak comfort. ++
comment in response to
post
Link traversed the Great Plateau, the ever-present clanging of his arms, sword, shield, and bow making each step heralded. He paused beneath an apple tree, its boughs heavy with fruit. He plucked a ripe apple and rotated it in his hand. ++
comment in response to
post
Another trial to prove himself worthy as the hero Hyrule needed. His hand grasped it, and he advanced. Waiting for the other to make the first move.
comment in response to
post
With a practiced, swift motion, he drew his sword and shield, the familiar weight grounding him. He released a soft,
"Humph,"
not out of arrogance but resolve. Link did not battle for himself or glory; he battled for Hyrule, for Zelda, and for those who relied on him.
++
comment in response to
post
Link stood firm; his cold blue eyes locked on the dragon-beast standing before him. Link's face was resolute, forehead furrowed, lips set, mind sharpened and quiet. He was used to danger, and the silence in him was a skill honed from countless combat.
++
comment in response to
post
He asked, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of urgency. He was certain the man wouldn't be able to understand what he was asking, but hopefully the name Zelda might ring a bell with him. It was a chance; one he could not help but take. Where was she those days?
comment in response to
post
Link settled his shield once more onto his back with well-rehearsed ease, the comforting familiarity a minor comfort against the unknown. He cracked his knuckles absently, a long-standing habit of battle preparedness, before he spoke again.
"Do you know where Princess Zelda is?"
++
comment in response to
post
Link slowly blinked, struggling to make sense of the scarce information he had been given.
“Edgeworth.”
His sharp eyes scrutinized the tall figure standing before him, seeing the figure's refined demeanor and stern glare. ++
comment in response to
post
Link’s eyes remained fixed on the stranger, waiting for any sign of understanding.
comment in response to
post
A flicker of doubt crept into Link’s chest, and his fingers instinctively moved to the edge of his shield. Fingertips traced the familiar word carved into its surface: 𝘏𝘺𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦. He tapped it lightly, his expression unreadable but his mind racing. ++
comment in response to
post
When he finally spoke, the words spilled out in his native tongue, soft but deliberate.
“My name is Link,”
he said, his voice carrying a faint hope that the man might understand. Surely, his name held some weight—he was a swordsman of renown. ++
comment in response to
post
Link’s gaze lifted to meet the man’s, his expression a mixture of confusion and curiosity. The world around him felt alien, the air thick with unfamiliarity. He blinked a few times, his mind struggling to piece together how he had ended up here. ++
comment in response to
post
Panic flickered in his chest as he touched his back, feeling only the familiar weight of the shield the king had given him long ago, when he first became Zelda’s knight. His breath hitched. The sword was gone. His mind raced, but his gaze never wavered from the figure.
comment in response to
post
Link’s eyes locked onto the distant figure, her silhouette hauntingly familiar. She was someone he’d seen in the memories Zelda had left behind—but who was she? His hand instinctively reached for the Master Sword, but his fingers grasped empty air. +
comment in response to
post
But no answers came. Link’s grip tightened on his shield, his instincts urging him to stay alert.
comment in response to
post
Questions flooded his mind. Where am I? How did I get here? The man spoke again, his words sharp and foreign, a language Link couldn’t begin to understand. His ears twitched at the unfamiliar sounds, and his head tilted slightly, a silent plea for clarity. +
comment in response to
post
His hand moved to his back, gripping the familiar weight of his shield. He pulled it free, holding it up slightly as if to explain himself, though the man’s puzzled look only deepened his own bewilderment. +
comment in response to
post
Link stared at the well-dressed man,his expression a mix of confusion and wariness.His sharp eyes darted around, instinctively scanning the unfamiliar surroundings just as he would when guarding Zelda.Every detail the strange clothing,the odd architecture,the hum of distant noises set him on edge. +
comment in response to
post
He twitched slightly, a subtle reaction to the familiar sound that always seemed to pull him back to the present. But his expression betrayed him—his blank stare and slightly furrowed brow made it painfully clear he hadn’t been listening.
comment in response to
post
Yet,his mind wandered, drifting to distant memories of battles fought and landscapes explored.The quiet hum of the castle halls lured him into a rare moment of stillness.
His attention snapped back to her as she began to speak, her voice soft and melodic,like a song that gently tugged at his ears.--
comment in response to
post
👁️
comment in response to
post
sacrifices she had made, and he clenched his jaw. Whatever this place was, he would face it. For her. For Hyrule.
comment in response to
post
He glanced around, his sharp eyes taking in every strange detail, but nothing made sense.
Inside, he felt a storm of questions. How did I get here? Is this another trial? His thoughts turned to Zelda, to the --
comment in response to
post
Mineru stood before him, her presence both calming and unsettling. Her words, if speaking at all, echoed in his mind, but they only deepened his bewilderment. Link’s hand instinctively brushed the hilt of the Master Sword, its weight a small comfort. --
comment in response to
post
The man’s silver hair and piercing gaze were striking, and his expression was a mix of annoyance and curiosity. Link froze, his body tense but his face calm.
comment in response to
post
nothing here made sense. He wandered further, his hand never straying far from his sword, as he explored the unfamiliar halls.
Turning a corner, he nearly collided with a man in a tailored suit. --
comment in response to
post
, hard ground, and entered a grand building that seemed to draw him in.
Inside, the air was cooler, the noise muffled. The room was vast, with rows of wooden benches and a raised platform at the front. A strange symbol—a scale—hung on the wall. Link’s sharp eyes took in every detail, though --