A large, black wolf with blue eyes and green streaks in his fur walks down an ancient stone corridor. An imp-like creature with a fractured mask sits between his shoulder blades.
"Yes," she agrees, "and he had the same Triforce Mark that you do. The 'Brave One.'"
The wolf lowers his head and glances back at the imp.
"He must be very old. Is this what the Princess meant about just showing them the Mark?"
The wolf continues forward, looking around himself with wonderment and existential uncertainty, seemingly taking in the fact that he is now walking the same steps that the Brave One had taken before him.
The wolf and the imp emerge from the ruins into a clearing where a gleaming sword sits embedded in a stone. The light shining down through the canopy of trees seems to subtly twist and focus on the blade, bathing it in a heavenly glow.
Cautiously, the wolf approaches the sword and the imp leaps from his back as the blade starts to radiate a blinding light. He snarls as the light whips through his fur and lances across his body, then throws his head back and howls as it fully engulfs him. There is an audible pop and a twisted black object is sent tumbling to the imp's feet.
She gently picks it up with her magic, letting it levitate above her fingers, and turns back to where the wolf had been.
Instead of a wolf there is a young man in green.
Link's features twist into a grimace of determination. Without words, he wraps his hands around the hilt of the sword in the stone and he pulls. The sword comes loose with ease, allowing itself to be drawn, and Link holds it aloft. Light swirls and dances along its edge as if it is finally waking from a deep sleep to enthusiastically greet an old friend.
"Whoa, now, calm down sword."
He holds the blade slightly away from him and the brilliant light subsides.
"You saved Hyrule from many calamities in the past and the time has come when you're needed again."
The blade hums in acknowledgement and he gently brings it in close again, talking to it in a hushed tone as if it were a lover.
"I can feel the spirits of many previous warriors and the blood they spilled. Spirits, join our cause, bolster my arm!"
The sword again leaps into life and glows as Link points it towards the sky. Light radiates from the blade, and seems to sink into his arm, shoulder, and chest and he moves with it like a dancer.
He swings and thrusts at the air, feeling the weight of the weapon in his hand, feeling the power rush through him and his pupils dilate as if he were riding high and a wonderful new drug.
"Hey, Link!"
The imp's voice snaps him out of his trance and he looks back at her.
SORA. Green Opal
A large, black wolf with blue eyes and green streaks in his fur walks down an ancient stone corridor. An imp-like creature with a fractured mask sits between his shoulder blades.
"Yes," she agrees, "and he had the same Triforce Mark that you do. The 'Brave One.'"
The wolf lowers his head and glances back at the imp.
"He must be very old. Is this what the Princess meant about just showing them the Mark?"
The wolf continues forward, looking around himself with wonderment and existential uncertainty, seemingly taking in the fact that he is now walking the same steps that the Brave One had taken before him.
The wolf and the imp emerge from the ruins into a clearing where a gleaming sword sits embedded in a stone. The light shining down through the canopy of trees seems to subtly twist and focus on the blade, bathing it in a heavenly glow.
Cautiously, the wolf approaches the sword and the imp leaps from his back as the blade starts to radiate a blinding light. He snarls as the light whips through his fur and lances across his body, then throws his head back and howls as it fully engulfs him. There is an audible pop and a twisted black object is sent tumbling to the imp's feet.
She gently picks it up with her magic, letting it levitate above her fingers, and turns back to where the wolf had been.
Instead of a wolf there is a young man in green.
Link's features twist into a grimace of determination. Without words, he wraps his hands around the hilt of the sword in the stone and he pulls. The sword comes loose with ease, allowing itself to be drawn, and Link holds it aloft. Light swirls and dances along its edge as if it is finally waking from a deep sleep to enthusiastically greet an old friend.
"Whoa, now, calm down sword."
He holds the blade slightly away from him and the brilliant light subsides.
"You saved Hyrule from many calamities in the past and the time has come when you're needed again."
The blade hums in acknowledgement and he gently brings it in close again, talking to it in a hushed tone as if it were a lover.
"I can feel the spirits of many previous warriors and the blood they spilled. Spirits, join our cause, bolster my arm!"
The sword again leaps into life and glows as Link points it towards the sky. Light radiates from the blade, and seems to sink into his arm, shoulder, and chest and he moves with it like a dancer.
He swings and thrusts at the air, feeling the weight of the weapon in his hand, feeling the power rush through him and his pupils dilate as if he were riding high and a wonderful new drug.
"Hey, Link!"
The imp's voice snaps him out of his trance and he looks back at her.
"Oh, Midna... So, where should we go now?"