prompt two [Zelda should have known better. Impa had always told her to keep moving, never linger in any one place for too long when they were hiding from Ganondorf's forces. But when faced with the alternative of freezing to death outside in the cold if she didn't find shelter in time, she erred on the side of being overly cautious.
And, admittedly, she was hesitant to leave a house blessed with both a fireplace and blankets.
She regrets these choices now, as the walls appear to bleed and the fire itself seems to be whispering cruel things directly into her mind. But even if she really wanted to throw herself at the mercy of the elements to get away from it all, the doors have locked down for the night, and she is stuck with her hallucinations until morning. With little else to distract her, she fiddles with the tablet until she connects to the network, trying to look more put together than she actually is as she turns the video feed on.]
If anyone would mind sharing, I would like to hear of any legends that might exist in worlds other than my own. Personally, I was raised on the stories of heroes from the distant past, and I am curious if there are others with similar tales to tell.
[Almost like telling stories around a campfire, except only a few of them actually have access to a fire and no one knows where anyone else is and is the floor melting oh Goddesses someone please respond to her quickly--]
prompt four [Well, that was certainly traumatizing.
Zelda awakens in the morgue with a start, hand going to her throat where something had grabbed her just before the world smashed to black. And just as rumored, she finds herself hale and whole despite all logic and reason telling her she shouldn't be.]
Farore, give me strength...
[...?]
Hello?
[... She can't hear her voice. Is it gone? She quickly clambers up off of the metal table she awoke on, knocking on it with her fist.
Nothing.
Her tablet chimes with it's warning to leave immediately, but she can't hear it. She can't hear anything. But maybe you've heard all the noise she's been making? Or her heavy breathing as she desperately tries not to lose herself to her panic. She could use some assistance.]
Zelda | Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time | ota
[Zelda should have known better. Impa had always told her to keep moving, never linger in any one place for too long when they were hiding from Ganondorf's forces. But when faced with the alternative of freezing to death outside in the cold if she didn't find shelter in time, she erred on the side of being overly cautious.
And, admittedly, she was hesitant to leave a house blessed with both a fireplace and blankets.
She regrets these choices now, as the walls appear to bleed and the fire itself seems to be whispering cruel things directly into her mind. But even if she really wanted to throw herself at the mercy of the elements to get away from it all, the doors have locked down for the night, and she is stuck with her hallucinations until morning. With little else to distract her, she fiddles with the tablet until she connects to the network, trying to look more put together than she actually is as she turns the video feed on.]
If anyone would mind sharing, I would like to hear of any legends that might exist in worlds other than my own. Personally, I was raised on the stories of heroes from the distant past, and I am curious if there are others with similar tales to tell.
[Almost like telling stories around a campfire, except only a few of them actually have access to a fire and no one knows where anyone else is and is the floor melting oh Goddesses someone please respond to her quickly--]
prompt four
[Well, that was certainly traumatizing.
Zelda awakens in the morgue with a start, hand going to her throat where something had grabbed her just before the world smashed to black. And just as rumored, she finds herself hale and whole despite all logic and reason telling her she shouldn't be.]
Farore, give me strength...
[...?]
Hello?
[... She can't hear her voice. Is it gone? She quickly clambers up off of the metal table she awoke on, knocking on it with her fist.
Nothing.
Her tablet chimes with it's warning to leave immediately, but she can't hear it. She can't hear anything. But maybe you've heard all the noise she's been making? Or her heavy breathing as she desperately tries not to lose herself to her panic. She could use some assistance.]