H1rul3s - THE CHOSEN HERO

GENTLE PSA;   the best way to interact with me is through memes.  you could send that thing @ me even though i’ve posted it five months ago and i’d still answer and appreciate it.  it’s hard to think up starters out of the blue unless they’re plotted,  but memes are just good and gives you a general idea of what’s happening.  so please,  if you see a meme on my blog,  SEND THE MEME.

Important note that I don't think I have mentioned yet, while I know that Link is a child (like 10-12 years old) in some games, I won't rp him any younger than 17 as I simply do not feel comfortable with it.

However, what happens when he is young can be plotted between our muses so that it shapes their relationship, his actions with them, etc when he's older.

Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

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Spotify wrapped / Accepting

You  got  People  you  know  by  Selena  Gomez  !

AND  WHAT  HURTS  THE  MOST  IS  PEOPLE  CAN  GO  FROM  PEOPLE  YOU  KNOW  TO  PEOPLE  YOU  DON'T…He  may  have  regained  a  few  of  his  memories.  Something  that  should  bring  him  joy,  but  instead,  it  comes  with  a  bitter  ache  ❝  They  were  my  friends,  ❞  he  murmurs,  the  companions  meant  to  stand  by  his  side,  fighting  together  to  vanquish  the  Calamity  once  and  for  all.  But  that  wasn't  how  it  ended,  was  it  ?  They  are  dead,  and  that  is  a  weight  that  makes  him  falter.  His  next  words  catch  in  his  throat.

His  gaze  falls,  lingering  on  the  ground  ❝  and  the  only  thing  I  have  of  them  are  a  few  scattered  moments  ❞  Their  laughter,  their  faces,  the  sound  of  their  voices  —  ALL  OF  IT  FEELS  SO  DISTANT.  And  it  is  a  cruel  twist,  isn't  it  ?  To  remember  them  again,  as  if  meeting  them  for  the  first  time,  only  for  those  memories  to  become  a  painful  reminder  of  what  had  been  ripped  away  and  could  never  return.  Yet  the  loss  doesn't  stop  with  them.  It  spreads  further  to  the  other  soldiers  of  the  royal  guard  in  which  he  had  served  and  every  other  person  who  had  slipped  entirely  from  his  mind,  lost  to  the  depths  of  his  forgotten  past.

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HIS  HAND  CURLS  INTO  A  FIST  OUT  OF  IMPOTENCE.  He  already  knew  it  wouldn't  be  an  easy  task  to  convince  them.  That  he  would  most  likely  be  refused,  as  his  words  would  fall  on  ears  too  resolute  to  waver.  And  yet,  knowing  did  nothing  to  lessen  the  sting  of  it.  FOR  IT  WASN'T  AS  IF  HE  HADN'T  PROVEN  HIMSELF.  He  had  grown;  he  had  fought  and  overcome  many  challenges;  he  bore  the  blade  of  legend  meant  to  vanquish  evil.  .  .So  why  ?  Why  do  they  still  have  to  treat  him  as  though  he  were  a  clueless,  defenseless  boy  ?  It  makes  his  blood  boil  beneath  his  skin  and  he  has  to  tighten  his  jaw,  breath  hissing  beneath  his  teeth,  in  an  attempt  to  keep  his  emotions  in  check.  But  standing  there,  while  they  make  the  decision  for  him,  he  finds  the  silence  unbearable  ❝  Still.  .  .  !  ❞  the  words  burst  from  him  in  a  short-lived  protests  because,  before  he  can  utter  another  word,  the  sheikah's  voice  cuts  through  the  air  once  more.

For  a  moment  it's  able  to  shut  him.  It  has  been  a  long  time  since  he  learned  to  see  beyond  their  harsh  tone,  to  recognize  the  worry  hidden  beneath  their  bluntness.  If  all  of  it  was  because  of  the  person  or  the  hero,  it  didn't  matter  to  him.  However,  he  cannot  recall  a  moment  where  they  had  ever  spoken  it  so  plainly.  And  that,  more  than  anything,  is  what  only  encourages  him  to  continue  with  his  tantrum.  Despite  their  intentions  likely  being  the  opposite  ❝  That's  precisely  why  I  want  to  go  with  you  !  ❞  he  says,  refusing  to  let  what  may  very  well  be  the  last  opportunity  he  has  before  they  turn  away  slip  through  his  fingers  ❝  You've  always  been  the  one  caring  for  me,  the  one  to  be  there  when  I  needed  it  ❞  the  quiet  figure  in  the  shadows,  a  steady  presence  at  his  side  that  doesn't  leave  him  alone.  Not  truly,  even  if  there  were  things  he  had  to  face  by  himself  ❝  let  me  be  the  one  to  help  you,  if  only  this  once  ❞  and  there,  all  the  frustration,  the  stubbornness,  the  determination  he  has  felt  softens,  turning  into  something  fragile.  A  plea.

❝  Fate  always  finds  its  way  no  matter  what,  right  ?  ❞  like  an  immovable  force,  unshaken  by  the  desires  of  those  caught  in  its  tide.  It  would  not  shift,  not  if  they  cursed  it,  not  if  they  clung  futilely  to  the  hope  that  things  can  be  different.  Fate  offers  no  escape,  no  other  path  but  the  one  that  had  already  been  carved  long  before  he  had  taken  his  first  breath.  Creating  a  story  where  every  role  must  be  played  and  where  he  was  no  exception  ❝  Then,  if  mine  is  to  defeat  that  man  and  restore  peace,  it  will  happen  eventually  ❞  be  it  that  very  same  day,  the  next  one  or  in  a  hundred  years.  If  it  is  meant  to  be,  it  would  be.  Inevitability  being  a  constant  looming  over  those  chosen  to  walk  this  circle  like  a  curse.  The  weight  of  that  certainty  keeps  his  voice  steady  as  he  holds  their  gaze,  searching  for  the  smallest  crack  in  their  resolve  ❝  So,  do  you  really  think  the  gods  will  mind  that  I  accompany  a  friend  along  the  way  ?  ❞

❛ why is it safe for you & not for me ? ❜

the eternal balance can only be tipped so far before it gets upset. if the hero is to walk a path of his own choosing, all possible roads need to have been walked at least once by someone else. it is either the shadow themselves or someone else, even one of the kokiri would suffice, but the path needs to be trodden and it needs to be known to the land of hyrule as a possible line from one point to another - a journey can only become one when it has been noted as such, the archivist in them knows it too well. then there is the part of them that has been made to know sorrow intimately, not only experiencing it but also inflicting it upon the malice of this world if only with the fringes of the dark as their witness. there would be no danger in this land they don't know about, which is not something they'd ever say to link directly, so they accept his sulking and swallow it like they swallow everything else he'd throw at them. they'd suffice with his blood too, though they do their most valiant not to; he is just as danger-prone as a fern in a heavy thunder storm.

a katana and smaller knives, foregoing the paper sigils they know impa enjoys to employ when facing possible enemies - there is nothing their hands couldn't do at the end of the day. link may beat them when it came to swordsmanship, as they made sure of early on and his spirit took care of the rest of the day as he would for times to come, but there is no one to rival the sheikah warrior when it came to close range combat, without any weapons, or to simply shroud the world in a dark veil to dispose of whoever may cause harm to the kingdom or the hero. another thing they would not say. instead they turn to link once he finally vocalised what caused his face to suffer such terrible furrowing, and they clasp his shoulder with a sure hand. " because i am older, and i am more experienced, and because you have other tasks to do. not everything can be safe, but one can gamble how ready they are to step out of their own front door, " they do tell him, a round-about way to signal they are aware of his desire to be useful but more aware of caution to not let him be thrown into a potential blunder all because they couldn't keep watchful eyes. that would never happen.

a thin smile, barely there but kind, is etched onto their face. " do you think i'd let you just charge at anything because you think you can? i'd never invite the chance for you to get hurt into my vicinity just to amuse your idleness. " then they pull the black haori from where it is secured over the back of a low chair and put it over their armour, making sure to appear as inconspicuous as they could be. stopping by link's side again, their gaze softens. " next time. this is nothing you should deal with. it is an matter for the sheikah. "

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❝ my dear friend, my successor as azem. to you, i entrust the future. it is time that you wake, for the never - ending journey calls for you. walk free, &. bear the light for others to follow, as you've ever done. title of azem shed centuries ago, now, you must become the warrior of light. ❞

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Crowned dragon as tail-eater; two dragons forming a circle and, in the four corners, signs of the four elements. — Eleazar, Uraltes chymisches Werk (1760)

Uroboros. — Codex Marcianus

C. G. Jung, Collected Works of C.G. Jung, Volume 12: Psychology and Alchemy

the green knight starters

❝ look, see a world that holds more wonders than any since the earth was born. ❞   ❝ let me tell you instead a new tale. ❞   ❝ so stay a while. rest. and make yourself content. ❞ ❝ and if death awaits me? ❞ ❝ surely your knights have spilled enough blood in your name to bind them closer to you than i. ❞ ❝ good to have one’s family by one’s side. ❞   ❝ i recognize but i do not know you. ❞ ❝ what is this? a trick? ❞ ❝ and this is what you want most in life? ❞ ❝ green is the color of earth, of living things, of life. ❞ ❝ the world is fit for all manner of mysteries. ❞ ❝ you are not very good with questions. ❞ ❝ surely a knight knows something of love. ❞ ❝ i never knew so many books even existed. ❞ ❝ what if i wanted to sit by your side and take your hand and have your ear? ❞ ❝ do you still fancy me? do i make you happy? ❞ ❝ green is what is left when ardor fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. ❞ ❝ when you return, you will come with your head held high. ❞ ❝ this is how silly men perish. ❞ ❝ you rest your bones, my brave little knight. ❞ ❝ where you off to? a knightly quest? ❞ ❝ all dead. no one to bury them. ❞ ❝ by nightfall, you will be at the doorway of your destiny. ❞ ❝ i promise, you will not come to harm. ❞ ❝ why greatness? why is goodness not enough? ❞ ❝ are you really going to go? ❞ ❝ you’ll do this one thing, you return home a changed man, an honorable man? just like that? ❞ ❝ keep your five fingers strong, your five senses sharp. ❞ ❝ you have mud on your face. ❞ ❝ is it wrong to want greatness for you? ❞ ❝ i’ve been waiting for you. did you not hear me calling? ❞ ❝ what do you expect me to do? ❞ ❝ i am the luckiest here today because i am amongst you. ❞ ❝ do not take your place amongst legends idly. ❞ ❝ though my will longs to leap across this table and meet you, my body will not follow. ❞ ❝ you tell me a tale of yourself, so that i might know you. ❞ ❝ i’ve got no guts for merriment this year. ❞   ❝ i need…i need a sword. ❞ ❝ i dare say every table in this land has heard of you and sung your song. ❞ ❝ i know more than just your name. ❞ ❝ well, come on in if you want. ❞ ❝ perhaps you think that i am something i’m not. ❞ ❝ why would you ask me that? why would you ever ask me that? ❞ ❝ are you real, or are you a spirit? ❞ ❝ you are at the end of your quest. a little sooner than you expected, perhaps. but such is the case for us all. ❞ ❝ i am just a lost traveler, seeking rest for the night. ❞ ❝ did my father send for you? ❞ ❝ are you certain there is nothing you wish to give me? ❞ ❝ what will you say if i asked you to make me your lady? ❞ ❝ i do not know of any man who has not marched up to greet death before his time. ❞ ❝ were you afraid? ❞ ❝ you have had a year to find courage. ❞ ❝ come, come home. come home with me. ❞ ❝ i never asked for your company anyway! ❞ ❝ what witchcraft is this? ❞ ❝ go that way and your doom is at hand. ❞ ❝ unhand me and let us go our ways. ❞ ❝ fear not. you’ve only slept through the night. ❞ ❝ which direction are you headed? ❞ ❝ i will eat and give thanks and then take my leave. ❞ ❝ how do you know my name? ❞ ❝ you will find no mercy. no happy end. ❞ ❝ i don’t want your games, or your gifts, or your kindness. ❞ ❝ there’s an enchantment sewn into its threads. wear it and you will never be struck down. ❞ ❝ do you believe in magic, in witchcraft? ❞ ❝ do not touch me. ❞ ❝ i’ve lost something. will you help me find it? ❞ ❝ i’m very sorry. i…i did not see you. ❞ ❝ i fear i am not meant for greatness. ❞ ❝ stand up and face me! ❞ ❝ make a move or i shall make mine. ❞ ❝ let’s just stay here. come. let’s just stay here. ❞   ❝ i’ve got time. i’ve got lots of time. ❞   ❝ out my window this morning i looked, and i saw a land shaped by your hands. ❞ ❝ i look out upon my friends here today and i see songs no muse could ever sing or dream of. ❞ ❝ no. i’m not ready yet. ❞   ❝ i’ll finish this quest for you. ❞