Waking of Saturday, May 4, 2019 ~ 3
Night is falling.
I step into the light....
Fire and Rain.
Guardians.... Guardians.... so many guardians.... so many Guardians, crawling, crawling....
One of them senses.... something....
Zelda and I.... we stand in the midst of this hell.
Filthy and ragged.
I.... am in a bad way.
We are all in a bad way.
“Link, save yourself, go!” The Princess’ hands are on my shoulders from behind as I kneel in the mud before her. We are both filthy and ragged.
My clothes are torn. I only pant in exhaustion....
“I’ll be fine! Don’t worry about me,” she sobs, “Run!”
But I bow my head in pain.... and then struggle back to my feet, hauling myself up with my sword, and stand unsteadily in front of her.
The Guardian sees us in earnest, and comes.
It comes closer, it targets its laser upon us—upon me....
“NO!”
Zelda—
She stands in front of me Princess what are you—and raises her right hand in strong warding and—
That light.
A brilliant, pure, golden light emanates from her open palm, the holy Triforce gleaming through her hand—
And bursts forth in a sphere, ever expanding, light shooting toward the heavens in a rupturing pillar—
And the Guardian stops, freezes up.... and wilts with a mechanical juddering.... And the Malice is purged, cast out of the Guardians all around.... it dissipates feebly into the air before evaporating with an evil hiss.... and the Guardians collapse and die....
Zelda’s Lullaby thrumming through soft women’s voices on an ooh....
Zelda stands bewildered.
“Was... Was that... the Power....?”
Thud.
I’ve fallen onto my left side.
I’m on the ground.
“Oh, no, no!” Zelda runs to me and rolls me to my back, puts her left hand under my nape and lifts me. “Link! Get up!”
She calls my name and lifts me up—I cough—and my eyes open, and I look at her but.... oh my wincing brow and . . . . I am . . . . no . . . . this is pain . . . . this is . . . .
“You’re going to be just fine...” she calls to me, but....
And I groan, but....
But....
And with a last sigh I fall limp in her arms.
There’s.... nothing....
And Zelda.... “No, no,” she cries—
And back down.... my form is heavy and she lays me back down onto her folded thighs where she kneels, her face crumpling into my chest. Muddy boots, gashes all over.
No.... no....
But the Master Sword....
Still clutched inverted in my left hand.
It....
It pulses. Gleams and pulses rhythmically a few times....
And it sounds like.... Fi....
The Princess hears it, lifts her head and sees it.... bright and anomalous in this nightmare world.
“The sword?” Zelda croaks.
As if it speaks to her.
“So he can.... he can still be saved?”
Dares she believe it....
“Princeeeess!”
Two strong Sheikah men come leaping over the field to her. Swiftly in and then quickly knelt down. Ready. Sharp and able. “Princess! Are you all right?!”
Princess Zelda snaps to. She is the Royal Sovereign and she is decisive. She instructs them, “Take Link to the Shrine of Resurrection! If you don’t get him there immediately we are going to lose him forever. Is that clear?!”
The masked Sheikah Soldiers nod firmly.
Her voice is strong. Commanding.
Stronger than I’ve ever heard it before.
“So make haste and go! His life is now in your hands!”
As the last crimson light fades from the ruined Guardian’s wasted shell....
Most memories I only let myself watch once, but....
This one I will spurge it again and again, and crystallize its essence in word.
