Thread for submitting all drabbles under the theme 'Reincarnation' .
Zelink Theme #25: Reincarnation
Title: A Talk About Souls Reincarnated
Words: 108
“Link, do you believe in reincarnation?” Zelda turned her head to the boy clad in green, smiling.
Link raised in eyebrow in confusion. “What?”
“Do you believe that we’ll see each other again...in a new lifetime?”
Link considered Zelda’s question. He hadn’t really thought about reincarnation or a new lifetime. Trust Zelda to want to talk about things like that.
The best answer Link could come up with was, “We might.”
Zelda continued. “I heard that if you’re good in this life, you’ll be better in the next life, your soul goes to a higher plane.”
Link remained quiet as Zelda went on talking, smiling rather thoughtfully.
Title: The Study of Dreams
Theme: Reincarnation
Wordcount: 674
Genre: General
Setting: Any game between OoT and WW
Rating: G
Zelda was seven when she first came across the term "reincarnation."
She had been having similar, bizarre dreams for quite some time, and she wondered if they were, perhaps, signs of the prophetic powers that her family line was supposed to carry. So she began to write out what took place in her dreams, every morning for months on end, all the while hoping that she could find some way to stop the events in her dreams from happening, because, quite frankly, they terrified her.
Although minor details changed from dream to dream, there were things that remained constant throughout.
One was that they all took place in Hyrule. While this wasn't all that surprising, considering that she had never been outside the borders of Hyrule, the Hyrule of her dreams was never the Hyrule she knew in her waking hours. There were too many trees, two few trees, streams where there oughtn't be streams, the mountains familiar but not matching the profile she remembered, or other little things she just couldn't put her finger on.
The second constant was that, being these were her dreams, she was always in them. But, and this always gave her the strangest feeling, while it was her, it was never quite her. In these dreams, she always felt older, older than her seven years, older than the young adult she would sometimes see herself as. In these dreams, she felt positively ancient, as though the weight of the world was crushing her, and had been doing so for years and years and years, and on more than one occasion she had awoken gasping for breath, throwing the covers off her small form as though they were crushing the air out of her lungs.
The third constant was someone she had come to dub "the Hero." This boy, or man really, was present in all of these dreams, and she always felt a strong connection to him. She could never see his features clearly, or hear his voice distinctly, but she felt as though she could pick him out of a crowd. Despite his lack of identifying features, he always seemed to wear green. But despite the fact that she could never quite make him out she always, always knew she could trust him.
The fourth constant, and the worst of all, was not so much a person or a place, rather it was a creeping sense of terror that seemed to permeate every single one of her dreams. She could never tell who or what was casting such a sinister aura, though she would sometimes get impressions of deep, maniacal laughter, accompanied by flames.
It was these dreams of fire that prompted her to sneak into her father's private library one evening, determined to learn some sort of water-based spell. While browsing through old history books, trying to find such a spell, she instead found something that caused her to squeak with shock and drop the book to the floor. After hastily picking the tome up, and flipping frantically to find her spot, she found what had startled her so.
It was a rough sketch of a young swordsman, at once appearing both casual and alert, though he had a far-away look on his face. Though she had never seen this picture before, she recognized the swordsman immediately, for he could be none other than the Hero from her dreams. Scanning the caption of the image, she read, "Though none know the origins of the warrior, it is believed that he is the reincarnation of the Hero of Time."
Reincarnation. This was not a word that Zelda knew. Laying the book carefully on her father's desk, she turned to his dictionary, which said that resurrection was "rebirth in new bodies or forms of life; especially a rebirth of a soul in a new body"
It wasn't until twelve years later, when her kingdom was on the brink of destruction, and an unknown swordsman garbed in green saved her life, did she fully understand what reincarnation truly was. Theme: Reincarnation
Words: 145
Title: So Familiar
Something about it seems so familiar, she thinks as she speaks softly to him in this secret, safe place. Something inside her soul recognizes something inside of his.
‘This has happened before.’ Her heart whispered, even as she speaks his name aloud and asks for his aid one last time, bowing her head. It seems strange that she knows him so well for only meeting him physically a few times, but she cannot deny that she does know him. His eyes, his face, his touch, his voice are all as familiar as her own.
Link’s response to her plea is as simple and heartfelt. He holds out his hand and she places her small gloved fingers in his. The warmth that radiates from him startles her at first, sapphire orbs locking and around them, Zelda believes she can see azure skies and billowing white clouds.
