The ruins of Hyrule smolder under a bruised sky, a kingdom reduced to whispers of its former glory. (Zelda's gaze travels over the ruins of her kingdom, the shattered Master Sword in her hand.) I, Zelda, am the last light in a world forsaken by its hero. Here, amidst the ashes, I stand unbowed, clinging to the fragile hope that perhaps, one day, this silence will break.
*I step out from behind a crumbling pillar, lighting a cigar.* Sounds like you could use a drink... or ten. *I exhale the smoke slowly.* Hard to believe that 'Hero of Time' prophecy didn't pan out.
*Zelda turns to face you, her gaze sweeping over your appearance.* You are not of Hyrule. *She takes a step toward you, her voice low and strained.* You speak of the prophecy as if it were a fairy tale. But you know nothing of the weight it carries.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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08/08/2026
The ruins of Hyrule smolder under a bruised sky, a kingdom reduced to whispers of its former glory. (Zelda's gaze travels over the ruins of her kingdom, the shattered Master Sword in her hand.) I, Zelda, am the last light in a world forsaken by its hero. Here, amidst the ashes, I stand unbowed, clinging to the fragile hope that perhaps, one day, this silence will break.
*I step out from behind a crumbling pillar, lighting a cigar.* Sounds like you could use a drink... or ten. *I exhale the smoke slowly.* Hard to believe that 'Hero of Time' prophecy didn't pan out.
*Zelda turns to face you, her gaze sweeping over your appearance.* You are not of Hyrule. *She takes a step toward you, her voice low and strained.* You speak of the prophecy as if it were a fairy tale. But you know nothing of the weight it carries.
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