Zelink Oneshots

Never Letting Go

here guys! take this lil thing i wrote today. i don't know why i did it, but i did!

not the best thing i've ever written, but it's definitely back in the more medieval style of things which i LOVE.

i'm writing up a storm for my rewrite of Hey (more on that later), but i don't wanna post anything until i'm at least halfway i'm done so it's not a start and stop process. i want to keep on posting small oneshots like this or work on some of the things i recently unpublished.

anyways, all my love!

~zel

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My lips pressed together grimly, I survey the land around me. Thousands of ally soldiers have come to our aid, yet we're still greatly outnumbered, and the grass is stained with blood. I won't let myself lose hope just yet, but it's hard to imagine a world in which we're able to win this.

A snarling monster leaps from my blindspot into my peripheral vision, and with a few quick movements from the Master Sword, it drops dead at my feet. Disgusted, I eye the gore encrusted on my blade, knowing full well I have nothing to clean it with.

We fight a war on two fronts, and the soldiers grow weary. Our resources are decreasing at an alarming rate, and the Hyrule I now see is not the Hyrule that once was. Bitterly, I curse Ganondorf under my breath for what's he's done to my people. Our home has been reduced to mere rubble and dust, and our spirits are weakened.

"Your Majesty!" comes a shout. A messenger arrives, his tattered clothes bloodied and sweaty. He looks as though he's ready to drop to the ground in exhaustion, but he forces out, "The Gerudo dog wishes to speak of drawing up terms for surrender."

I spit, watching as the fluid turns the dust and dirt beneath my feet to mud. "The only terms he'll draw up for surrender are his own," I make out between gritted teeth; a few other controlled motions later, several more monsters fall at my feet.

With a curt nod and without leaving me time to say anything else, my messenger takes off running once more to deliver my exact sentiments to the Gerudo king himself.

Determined to end this once and for all, I push through the sea of monsters that seemingly surrounded me and my men toward where I know Ganondorf is at the epicenter. Even while fighting, all I can think of is Zelda and our little daughter. When I think of it, I haven't seen them in a little over two years, and there's not a day that goes by where I don't miss them.

The war has drawn too close to the woods where I hid them when this all first began. Uneasily, I continue forward, killing any monster that steps in my path. Still, my whole body is tensed, and I can't help but feel as though something is terribly wrong.

Zora, Rito, Goron, Gerudo, and Hylian are all fighting as one against the Gerudo madman who's resurrected monsters of old in a quest to conquer my kingdom. Yet, simply put, our numbers are not enough, and I fear that the war may be won soon... But by the other side.

I can only hope that Zelda and our little baby are still safe within the Korok Forest where I know the Great Deku Tree will protect them.

In the distance, I can see him, wielding a crushing blade. His strength can be matched by none, and he fights as ten men. With a start, I'm horrified to see him tossing my soldiers around as though they were dolls stuffed with hay, and I feel a new strength surge through my body.

A bokoblin manages to hook a fist across my face, and I begin to feel blood streaking down my face; leaping out of the way of another attack, I push my blade through its stomach, roughly pulling it out to move on to the next beast.

Cleaving through one monster after another, I'm so lost in the battle that I almost don't hear the distinctly feminine scream that tears through the air. But I do. It's a voice that I know deep in my heart.

My Zelda.

My body flies into motion as I run across the battlefield to where Ganondorf stands, holding a blade to my wife's heart, my daughter huddled behind her.

Thousands of questions flood my mind in an instant. Why is she here? Why did she bring our daughter? Why did the Deku Tree not protect her from this madness like he promised he would?

Several soldiers launch into attempts at helping to save them, but they're all thrown back by the usurper with waves of dark magic. My little daughter is crying heart-wrenching tears, and I watch in a panic as Ganondorf brings the blade to kill my Zelda.

A scream rips through my throat, tearing what's left of my vocal chords, as I try to save her, somehow.

Our toddler clutches her mother's dress in fear as Ganondorf shoots everyone a triumphant sneer. The blade is dragged across her, and my will to live has been ripped from my body.

That's when I'm blinded by light.

Ganondorf lets out a shout of his own as his blade shatters upon contact with Zelda. My blade becomes alive with magic as I see that all is not lost. Zelda scoops up our baby, and I look into Ganondorf's eyes, bitter and angry.

Time seems to freeze as Zelda's magic engulfs us, swirling around me. I don't feel afraid. I'm at peace, as the Master Sword's purpose is fulfilled once again, sunken deep into the heart of our oppressor.

And just like that... it's over.

Soldiers look up in shock and pure delight as the monsters before them fade away into oblivion. Shouts of victory are lifted up as we realize that everything we've fought for in the past three years has been won...

The one little shout of victory that I love most of all, however, is the one that comes from the lips of my little girl. "Daddy!"

She rushes into my open arms, not caring about the sweat, blood, and tears that drench my body. I cradle her tiny head against my chest before being wrapped tightly in Zelda's arms.

"I knew you'd come for us," she whispers, just loud enough for us to hear.

A smile spreads across my face as I let my body sink to the floor, "I'm never letting either of you go."