PhoenixMire
ᛚᚨᚦᚢ:ᚹᛁᛞᚢᛉ:ᛖᚱᚦᛟ
Clouds drifted through the bright, midday sky high above. The chestnut horse whinnied as it neared the wooden archway, slowing its gait slightly. Its rider hardly gave a glance to the mossy cliff walls surrounding him to the left and right; he'd been along this path many times before and was accustomed to it, but it had been a long time since his companion had been here. In fact, it had probably been more than a hundred years.
Link glanced over his shoulder. Behind him, Zelda sat astride her own horse. It had not been very long since they had defeated Ganon, and although it was nice to be free of that threat, Hyrule was still in ruins. It would take quite a long time to restore it to anything near its former glory. Perhaps even lifetimes.
He turned his attention back to the archway in front of him as his horse passed beneath it. Kakariko Village spread out below him. It was a small village, populated by only a few buildings, but it was a comfortable place that had thrived in spite of the apocalypse. A cool breeze rustled Link's golden hair. He guided his horse across a bridge and down the sloping pathway that led to Impa's home. It would be the first time Zelda would see Impa in a hundred years.
Link glanced over his shoulder. Behind him, Zelda sat astride her own horse. It had not been very long since they had defeated Ganon, and although it was nice to be free of that threat, Hyrule was still in ruins. It would take quite a long time to restore it to anything near its former glory. Perhaps even lifetimes.
He turned his attention back to the archway in front of him as his horse passed beneath it. Kakariko Village spread out below him. It was a small village, populated by only a few buildings, but it was a comfortable place that had thrived in spite of the apocalypse. A cool breeze rustled Link's golden hair. He guided his horse across a bridge and down the sloping pathway that led to Impa's home. It would be the first time Zelda would see Impa in a hundred years.