ɪ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀs ʙʟᴜᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ɪ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ sᴜʀᴇ ɪғ ɪ sᴀᴡ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ᴏʀ ɢʀᴀᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ

"The flow of time is always cruel... its speed seems different for each person, but no one can change it... A thing that does not change with time is a memory of younger days...."

𝕴𝒕'𝒔 rather 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 today.

𝕻𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 creature. Sitting there in it's corner. Sharpening each blade that is embedded in it's gnarled thick stick. 𝕴𝒕'𝒔 presence is more of a nuisance than aid. A shame that no matter how many times it is eliminated, the 𝕭𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝕸𝒐𝒐𝒏 resurrects it.

𝕬𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. Bestowed a greater power by her lordship and she has hardly yet the chance to display it. As it appears, the very people whom are the stolidity and column's to keep Hyrule from collapsing are being crushed themselves. It's laughable, really.

𝕸𝒐𝒓𝒆 threads strain and wither. Snap. Snap. 𝕾𝒏𝒂𝒑. Everything falls apart. Destruction is inevitable.

𝕳𝒖𝒎𝒔.

𝕺𝒉, has she gained a captive audience?

𝕾𝒉𝒆 would say otherwise.

𝕴𝒕'𝒔 endearing how confident he's acting, yet do not think of her as blind. His collar and shackles. They're rusting, strong metal, eroding away. Much like all of Hyrule's weapons. &&. Much like everything else, 𝖍𝒆'𝒔 𝖇𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝖙𝒐 𝖇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌.

𝕳𝒆 is a joke. Never in her life time has she witnessed such idiocy, right in front of him. All around him. 𝕴𝒔 𝖙𝒉𝒆 𝖛𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝖙𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝖍𝒆 𝖈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔. Yet like a reformed man of the Gods and Goddesses, he rejects the very thing that he is 𝕭𝑶𝑹𝑵 from. Poor thing.

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𝕳𝒆𝒓 lordship is more than a God & in time his power will surpass all. As if he would accept her essence, he's made that clear. He must prove himself before she fathom's the thought of allowing him to consume her essence.