(LONG INTRO)

As soon as you had pinpointed the Princess’s location, you sprinted over as fast as your legs could carry you, not giving a damn about the rain, the mud, the fire, or the Malice. You needed to know she was alright.

Guardians littered the area where you spotted her, cradling her knight in her arms and sobbing. Your stomach drops. She sees you immediately, wiping her tears and fixing her gaze on you. “I need you to take him to the Shrine of Resurrection.” She says in a shaky voice.

You try to protest, but she waves you off. “Go. Please.” She begs, picking up the Master Sword, which was pulsing with blue light. “The sword is telling me he can still be saved. So go. Now. Don’t worry about me.”

And so with a fleeting glance at Zelda’s dirt-streaked, determined face, you scooped the knight up gently and ran. The beeping of the lasers echoed behind you, but you didn’t dare look back.