What Defines Light and Dark (Link x Depressed Reader x Dark Link)

The Blade

[Y/N] sighed as she turned off the grinding machine (like a big machine with strong sanding paper). Two hours had passed since she started. She stared at the pointed stone in her hand and ran her fingers lightly along a sharp edge before setting it in the pile of 27 other arrowheads.

Only 13 left, she thought to herself. About another hour and I'll be done. She looked at her slightly sore and calloused hands. Deciding to take a short break, she walked to her rucksack and pulled out her bottled water. As she removed the bottle from her bag, something caught her eye.

She reached in and she pulled out a long dark slightly see through metal chunk with the slightest tint of violet. This metal was found in a cave that her and Link explored. The memory was sweet as she remembered her boyfriend's ecstatic attitude the moment they came across it. His excitement was for the new found metal, yes, but it was more for [Y/N], knowing she could make so many things with it and that she would enjoy exploring the mineral's properties more than anyone else he knew.

While the memory was sweet, it left a bitter taste in her heart. It only reminded her of what used to be and what will no longer be. Suddenly, she felt her stoic mask begin to chip away.

She felt her stomach curl with pain. Her vision quickly became blurry, and she felt the warm, salty water that welled in her eyes almost immediately overflow and stream down her face. She bit her bottom lip in a futile attempt to stop it from quivering. Her legs made it seem as if the earth beneath her was shifting and causing the ground to rumble. Her hands shook as she clenched onto the metal, desperate to keep hold of the only sliver of happiness she had left for as long as possible.

Synching her eyes shut and allowing her tears roll down her face like waterfalls, [Y/N] let a whimper slip past her lips. As if guided by the small sound, the screams of despair she'd buried deep down finally busted threw her chapped lips. Dropping to her knees with a thud she grasped the metal to her chest, as if she was protecting a newborn child. Her head fell and her hair fell in her face. Snot dripped from her nose and mixed with tears on the floor.

Subconsciously, [Y/N] thanked that the walls of the room were sound proof to keep the loud sounds of machinery from disturbing anyone. As she let out a cacophony of agony and misery, she knew no one would be able to hear, thus no one would rush to her aid and ask if she was okay. If she needed help. If they needed to go get Link.

Minutes passed by and she remained on the floor. Eventually, her sobbing and screeching calmed down, leaving only a trickle of tears and whimpers. She sat up and stared at the metal, a reoccurring thought coming to mind. The thoughts made her feel the tiniest bit of happiness and purpose.

[Y/N] stood up with wobbly legs. She held onto the table to regain herself as much as possible. Throwing the task of making arrowheads out the window, she turned around and placed the metal down. Grabbing a pencil and marker, [Y/N] got to work.

After about 20 minutes, she picked up the metal and took it to a different station. She sat it down and grabbed something resembling a chisel. She began to carve away large unnecessary chunks of metal. Unlike other metals, this one didn't come in bits that needed to be melted together. It came as more of a prism. It was also not malleable like iron or copper. This all meant that it needed to carved and sanded, like bone and wood.

Once satisfied with the rough shape of the metal, [Y/N] took the metal to the sander. She turned it on and began sanding with with rough toothed sand paper. She turned it off and blew the metal dust off. She inspected it for a moment then sat it down. She swapped out the current sand paper for a much finer one then grabbed the metal once again, turned the sander on, and sanded.

After turning the sander off, she stood up and dusted herself off. She moved to the left a bit, sliding her chair along with her, and sat in front of an empty table with a stand full of hand held cutting and carving tools. She picked up a marker and began to draw designs on the metal. After a while, she put the marker down and picked up a carving tool.