fashionably late amirite?
[There's only the sound of thunder in the distance and the sound of approaching, pounding hooves.
It's night, and the drawbridge leading into Hyrule Castle Town lowers just in time to allow a speeding white horse to cross. On her back are two figures: a little girl and a young woman, both blonde, both in royal garb.
The younger Zelda looks at Link in fright. The older Zelda looks at him in disappointment. They both speed off into the night, somewhere into the reaches of Hyrule Field.
Following after is a large black horse... but the figure astride him is not Ganondorf. This man looks like Link - except he is decked in white and intricate armor. Red and blue markings adorn a fierce face, framed by ivory bangs. Even his eyes are completely white.
The point-of-view abruptly changes, to this figure on the black horse, looking down at Link. once again he is the 'fairy boy' in green, and he looks far too old for his age, eyes too dispassionate for so young a child.
The scenery abruptly erupts into flames, consuming the field, the drawbridge, the town and the castle in the distance. The man who seems more god on that black horse races on through the flames.
And little Link, Master Sword in hand, just turns into the flames, too calmly walking into them before they too consume him.]
It's night, and the drawbridge leading into Hyrule Castle Town lowers just in time to allow a speeding white horse to cross. On her back are two figures: a little girl and a young woman, both blonde, both in royal garb.
The younger Zelda looks at Link in fright. The older Zelda looks at him in disappointment. They both speed off into the night, somewhere into the reaches of Hyrule Field.
Following after is a large black horse... but the figure astride him is not Ganondorf. This man looks like Link - except he is decked in white and intricate armor. Red and blue markings adorn a fierce face, framed by ivory bangs. Even his eyes are completely white.
The point-of-view abruptly changes, to this figure on the black horse, looking down at Link. once again he is the 'fairy boy' in green, and he looks far too old for his age, eyes too dispassionate for so young a child.
The scenery abruptly erupts into flames, consuming the field, the drawbridge, the town and the castle in the distance. The man who seems more god on that black horse races on through the flames.
And little Link, Master Sword in hand, just turns into the flames, too calmly walking into them before they too consume him.]