[It's gone. The Zora's Sapphire was gone. Princess Ruto had trekked all the way back to the Zora's Domain, to check in on where she'd placed it...and it was gone. How? How could anyone have done this? Why would anyone be cruel enough to...]
...It's not fair! Who did this?! W-why...
[Then, sound of clanking metal reaches her ears.]
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cut not only because I like to tl;dr, but for some violence. )
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You're here...?
[Her voice is faded; weak. It's only then that it dawns on her slowly that she doesn't exactly know how to address him right now. She's never asked him his name, after all.]
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[She takes a moment to try and get some air for her stressed lungs, and she'll try to explain the earlier events in as few words as possible.]
Skeleton...monster. [It's taking her longer than it ought to in order to recall.]
Fought it...it hit me. Then...I made it here... [She stiffens, and her breathing seems to quicken momentarily, as the pain attacks her harder, weakens her further.]
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Okay.
[And suddenly, something grave occurs to her. He couldn't do anything about her injury, or all the blood...]
...Am I gonna die?
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...I don't want to die yet... [There's a faint, familiar trace of stubbornness in her voice, but at the same time she can feel tears slowly forming in her eyes. She blinks them away; or at least tries to.]
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...Yeah. Take me there.
[She bites her lip. Don't cry, don't cry. As hopeless as her situation seems, she refuses to cry.]
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[Her thoughts have grown blurrier and blurrier, but there is still something she's always been curious about, yet never thought to ask. He'd never mentioned it, so maybe it was something that he could not answer. Though all the same...]
Do...do you have a name?
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...Oh. I see... [He 'had one once'... She figures, then, that the Fierce Deity moniker is merely a title, not a real name. She frowns, finding it sad. She'd hate not to have a name to call her own.
Even if it didn't matter whether she would hate not having a name, because she was about to die and there was nothing she could do about it, and what are names but pointless when you're dead-
Her ensuing silence is interrupted by a soft cry of pain.]
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...No. She finally resigns herself to the fact that, at this rate, she wouldn't make it no matter what. And even if she did, they wouldn't be able to save her. The alternate option seems so much more pleasant, even if they both end in death. She's barely able to gather the will to speak, but she manages to.]
Let's...go to the Field.
Y-yeah. Tell me a story...
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