Legend speaks of a princess with the blood of the
goddess and a hero wielding the sword that seals the darkness
defeating Calamity Ganon every hundred years. They say that with
the blessing of the goddess Hylia, this pair can defeat anything or
anyone. But… this is not that story.
For the first time ever, The king has only one heir, the prince of
Hyrule. Unluckily for him, all the pressure of saving the kingdom
of Hyrule is on him. If he doesn’t awaken his powers by his 19th
birthday, all is lost. At least, that’s what King Rhoam Bosphoramus
Hyrule the Third, the prince’s father, says.
The Master Sword was a weapon that signified the identity of the
wielder, their purity, and goodness. The Master Sword was a sword
blessed by Hylia herself and could cut through anything. It glowed
with a blinding light when facing evils. No one had been able to
pull it out of its stone resting place for a century. Hundreds,
thousands had tried, but to no avail. The king got so desperate
that he decreed the man who pulled the sword out of the stone would
become the personal knight to the prince, one of the highest
honors. Nobody was able to pull it. Then came a group of young
knights, one younger than the rest.
This knight was exceptional. He was good at everything, it seemed,
except talking. He was the youngest knight ever to be let into
Hyrule’s knights, at a ripe young age of 15. He was 17 now, and he
knew what would come if he were to pull the sword.
He hadn’t expected to pull the sword. He didn’t WANT to pull the
sword. He just expected to joke around and laugh with his fellow
knights, make a few quips about their inability to pull it out of
the stone. Yet, something drew him to the sword, and when he put a
hand on the hilt and tugged lightly… it came out, smooth as a knife
through butter.
Little did the knight know, at the time, this was the beginning of
a great adventure; of pain, of love, of joy, of friendship, and he
would be written down in the pages of history.
The young knight was in shock. he stared at the gleaming sword in
his hand. Nobody around him said a word. Not a single word. They
just stared at the sword as he did. Kendo couldn't believe it.
then... cheering. the knights around him burst into cheers. They
congratulated him.
"Good job, Kid!"
"Good luck in the castle!"
The following day was a blur. Kendo trudged through the halls of
the castle. He was escorted to the throne room, where he sat. King
Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule the Third, the king of the kingdom of
Hyrule. At his side was a young boy, about his age, probably
younger. the princes. The prince seemed indifferent, even
annoyed.
"Kneel."
The king commanded him, with his booming voice. kendo knelt on one
knee. The king unsheathed his greatsword. he pressed it to his
shoulders.
"Congratulations, young knight. You'll be informed of your job from
now on by the captain of your squad. Dismissed."
Theo watched the knight leave, and then glanced at his father and
scoffed. "I don't need a personal knight." He muttered. "I'm old
enough to do things by myself." I really don't get why I need to
have a knight...
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bury me till i confess
"Reading is...more enjoyable." Theo grumbled, but didn't really
argue. Are we even sure I'll get goddess powers? The prophecy
says a princess. Not a prince.
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bury me till i confess
"Of course you will. How else will you aid the young knight in
defeating Calamity Ganon? Now, stop complaining. Go back to your
room. It's nearly time for your evening prayers."
Oh Hylia, evening prayers...save me from this excruciating
life... Well, he wasn't complaining...atleast not verbally. He
stood up, messed with his hair, and went to his room. Time to
read!
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
haldf an hour passed. Then, came the rapping of knuckles on the
wooden door.
kendo was a tall boy, 17 years of age. he was strong and broad
shouldered, muscular. he was good at nearly everything, regarded at
a prodigy. He stood, stiff, behind the door. nervous, fidgeting
with the hilt of his sword.
"hm..?" The noise startled Theo out of his reading trance. He noted
the page he was on, and put the book down. Somewhere out of view,
so it didn't look like he just spent the half hour reading. He
straightened his posture (he wouldn't want to be caught slouching)
and opened the door. ...Oh...it's the knight.
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
He talks fancy. Theo could honestly care less about speech,
as he didn't like to be restricted by the way that the royal family
was supposed to talk. He didn't normally speak to people outside of
the castle anyway, so... In short, he was a little confused on what
to say back. "Greetings." There was a small hint of annoyance in
his voice. And confusion.
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bury me till i confess
The knight straightened back up. he was tall, nearly a foot taller
than Theo. He was startlingly handsome, with piercing blue eyes, a
sharp nose, with golden-brown bangs falling across his eyes. His
mouth was set in a thin, stoic line. his face was devoid of
emotion.
"The King told me to accompany you to evening prayers at the castle
shrine."
He's tall, too...and kinda... He stared for a minute, before
looking away and scowling at the mention of 'evening prayers'.
Of course he told you. ...Can't a prince lock himself in his
room and read all day?
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bury me till i confess
He stood there, stiff and silent. he had his hands behind his back,
His heels pressed together. He didn't say anything else. he didn't
seem to enjoy talking, much. His braided hair swayed slightly with
the wind. His piercing blue eyes seemed cold and hard.
"...not much one for talking, are you?" He muttered, before
stepping back into his room. "Welp." He said, shutting the door on
Kendo and locking it. He just wanted to go back to reading.
Let the poor boy read.
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess