Words Of Old
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“With this sword I hence avow a warrior’s promise, a soldier’s sacrifice.”
Zelda awoke to words of the past, blinking her eyelids open as Link’s sleepy voice echoed dry into the open night air.
“I swear my life to servitude, with nothing short of aptitude, to her I give my blood, my last breath, my dying epitaph.”
It fell somewhere between a loud whisper and a quiet mumbling, Link uttering words from a memory he didn’t have, a memory deep in his subconscious and once thought lost.
“Link,” Zelda said as she crawled over from her bedroll, shaking his shoulder. “Link.” She didn’t want to hear it, the words that haunted her, that tortured, beat and killed him in Blatchery Plains. She never wanted to hear those words again, and yet here they were, indoctrinated, embedded, and imprinted into his mind more than even the name of his mother or his own favorite color. Despite Zelda’s promptings, he didn’t budge, only rolling to his side.
“To her I give my life, with no concern for mine, for her form has divinity that I only hold the hilt of.”
The promises Link made to the court, the King, the princess, six dignitaries, five advisors, and four champions a hundred years ago were ones she hoped would stay there.
