The story of the Zelda Haffax

She was born in a strange world, apart from Tibia, in a world that did not take care of her. Whipped by the atrocities of her childhood, where she was only shielded from others, where the noble rank was wrested from her family after a tragedy. Where her uncle succumbed to evil, and all her relatives were caught and mistreated by the Inquisition. Where the world leaned against her, she decided one day to break into a new world, a world that a traveler named Harlech Quinn told her about. His eyes sparkled as he told Zelda about his discoveries and so she went with him.

And when she opened her eyes, after a long journey of uncertainty, they saw a kind old man who offered his help. His name was Quentin and she couldn't stop her thirst for adventure. So she said goodbye to the priest and left the temple. But Zelda did not know that she would see him often enough. Her first steps in this world were uncertain, the feeling of loneliness arose in her and she looked around uncertainly when she saw a man coming towards her.

Zelda Haffax looked friendly at him and smiled, but his eyes only glared at her and with a loud roar he pounced on Zelda. Horrified, the inexperienced woman stood still as if rooted, did she not want this world either? But when she saw her death coming, the murderous man cried out loudly and collapsed, she lifted her gaze and there he stood. The traveler who led them. He radiated strength and the morning star in his hand signaled his will to fight to the others. Zelda was happy and immediately shocked by this new world. Harlech asked her to follow him and so Zelda did. They left the city to the north, crossed a bridge and followed the path. Harlech advised her to be careful, as it should be teeming with murderous fellows. And when he told Zelda about the dark times which this city went through, they reached a cemetery. Goosebumps formed on her body, but Harlech didn't seem afraid. He seemed to be waiting for someone and when she was about to speak to him, you could already hear footsteps. A tall man, proud in his eyes, dressed knightly, approached them at a steady pace. He stopped in front of Zelda and smiled at her. Knightmare was his name, and it seemed worthy of his name. He descended into a hole, came up again a few minutes later and showed them to follow him. She climbed down the hole on a ladder and looked around. I was overcome with horror, all over the place were dead corpses of things Knightmare called trolls. The only good thing about them was their wealth, which for their circumstances at the time was Zelda ' s wildest dreams. Knightmare amicably handed her the gold and she set out to buy her first sword. But on the way back, it had become dark in the meantime, a woman molester tried to attack her. Since Zelda had not yet practiced enough with my weapon, she was exposed to him almost helplessly. But again, Harlech Quinn came to her aid and stabbed the creep. she felt that she was not yet suitable for this world and so after a few days she withdrew into her solitude. But again, Harlech Quinn came to her aid and stabbed the creep. she felt that she was not yet suitable for this world and so after a few days she withdrew into her solitude. But again, Harlech Quinn came to her aid and stabbed the creep. she felt that she was not yet suitable for this world and so after a few days she withdrew into her solitude.

After living in solitude for several months, she could no longer bear it and returned to Tibia. From the snow-covered roofs that glittered in the winter sun, a midsummer sun was already shining on the clutter on the roofs, which was only now visible. She met a certain Nubie, a journeyman in the Guards, who was supplying Zelda with new equipment. And soon she met old friends like Knightmare and Harlech. They were actually their only ones, but that was about to change suddenly.

Through contact with Nubie, she was also introduced to Yorin, an old wise magician who always offered his help. And soon she met other friends, such as Green Druid, Rabscuttle, Björn Blausee, Aureus, Sonne, Kalen Leah, Ralgar, Heran, Lazzlo, Remo, Lostboy, Galadriel, Suriel, Sir Martin, Nikar, Lord Harry, Hagenfels, even den In a big chaotic she could make herself a friend and many, many more ..... And she also met Kurik, who took care of her helping and was a brother to her from that day on. And every day there were more and more. She found a new home in Tibia, a home where everyone was by her side. Zelda was in love with this new world, experienced many things.

And so it happened, when one day late one day Zelda Haffax was walking the streets of Tibia, she met Nubie, Aureus, Yorin, and a few other heroes. They were upset, happy. Nubie, who had been looking for his king for a long time, had finally found him, the king was back. And so they moved in the direction of the Depo to show Benjamin, who had always denied a king, the only true one. But the latter was stubborn, did not recognize the king, and in order not to provoke a quarrel, they made their king emperor. And the group brought out food, wine, and beer to celebrate the day. And packed with gaiety they went to the castle, where the king took his throne bursting. Zelda bowed to him, offering him her best weapon, a warrior ax, according to old custom. So he accepted her and said, "

But soon an assassin disrupted the ceremony, but they were able to protect the king and so the murderer fled. They chased him through the whole castle, several times a voice could be heard shouting "Here is the criminal". But they didn't find him. This is how they gathered when they suddenly became aware of a noise in the basement. They climbed down and there they found him. They quickly screened his escape route and confronted him. But he didn't know anything. After a long questioning they came to the conclusion that it was only a simple citizen of Tibia. Suddenly screams echoed through the corridor, one of those present found the king dead in the entrance hall. The assassin had caught him. Anger and sadness rose up in them. They all wanted just one thing make the murderer pay for it. After a long search they found him and judged him, death. But it did not satisfy Zelda's hatred. Then suddenly a young warrior appeared, verily, his face resembled that of the king. He was the prince! Zelda Haffax still felt loyal to the king and so she accepted his son as the rightful ruler of Tibia. The prince was dismayed by the death of his father. He said that his time had not yet come for him to retire, but you, you should fight to keep Tibia `s so that one day he can return. So Zelda swore eternal loyalty to the prince before he set off for the woods. his face resembled that of the king. He was the prince! Zelda Haffax still felt loyal to the king and so she accepted his son as the rightful ruler of Tibia. The prince was dismayed by the death of his father. He said that his time had not yet come for him to retire, but you, you should fight to keep Tibia `s so that one day he can return. So Zelda swore eternal loyalty to the prince before he set off for the woods. his face resembled that of the king. He was the prince! Zelda Haffax still felt loyal to the king and so she accepted his son as the rightful ruler of Tibia. The prince was dismayed by the death of his father. He said that his time had not yet come for him to retire, but you, you should fight to keep Tibia `s so that one day he can return. So Zelda swore eternal loyalty to the prince before he set off for the woods. so that one day he can return. So Zelda swore eternal loyalty to the prince before he set off for the woods. so that one day he can return. So Zelda swore eternal loyalty to the prince before he set off for the woods.

Day in and day out she tried to keep the peace in Tibia and to destroy the evil. Zelda was alone, but she had hope. She knew my goal, she could see it. She was Zelda Haffax, loyal warrior and court advisor to the prince. And so the time passed without receiving a sign from the prince. One day Lord Harry told her about the crypt under the church. His voice sounded sad, he wanted to say something to her, but hesitated. Zelda asked him to tell her and then he started. Her face turned pale, tears streamed down her cheek, the prince was dead. She stared at his ornate coffin, Zelda had lost her goal, her future. Even the armor of the king, which Lord Harry gave her as a present, did not help Zelda to get over her depression. She felt something bad in her something that wanted to get out from within, something that I have hidden and locked up for years for the benefit of others. It attracted her and called for her to recognize her potential, brought it to light. She made another vow to a new future, to the Riders of Apocalyspe. Zelda was assigned to Nikar the Barbarian, as Master, and she followed his words, followed his deeds. One day, it was with the ghouls, it broke out of her. This malevolent power, it enclosed Zelda's heart, hatred, anger, lust for power ruled it. The Goddess was born. And immediately she appointed herself her first slaves, those who were near her. Yorin, Rune and Kurik, her brother. She knew no mercy, but all three were good in her hand pocket and so she fled from them. Soon they caught Zelda and tried to drive out the Goddess. What initially appeared to be successful later turned out to be untrue. No one could stop their hatred that has built up over the years of my childhood. At times she even challenged Betrayal, who was her master. She didn't want a master, she was her, only she ruled, Goddess ruled.

But then it happened. Her master was killed in an unfortunate accident and was held in the underworld. So the Riders crumbled and the strongest guild, at that time, disbanded. It was the time when she experienced her second breakdown. Kalen Leah, whom she had known for a long time, saw her pain and took her in, took her to the Stormknights at a time when Zelda needed inner peace. The chaos in her had destroyed itself and so she answered the call of her heart. Zelda followed Kalen Leah and many old friends she had known for a long time. It was the time of renewal that the SK was going through. A new beginning and Zelda was with them, supporting them. At that time she gained an unprecedented strength in her that she never regained later. But it was also a time of upheaval. Even the greatest flame went out in the darkness that was slowly forming around Tibia. More and more victims were brought back to life by Quentin. The slaughter never ended.

And then it happened, Kalen Leah called them all together. He told of a demon who had appeared and of an important message that was carried by a brave but weak warrior. This news decided the existence of the SK, no, the existence of all of Tibia. They set out to look for the demon, but they found nothing but a sudden pain through their heart for, I got on my knees a lot, my arm cramped, and when she was strong enough to look around again, she realized that it happened to the others as well. And at the same time they felt the same fear, "Kalen and the castle". They stormed back to the castle, but when they entered it was all chaos. They failed. After a while they also found the dead messenger, their fate was sealed.
Zelda Haffax set out to defeat the demon on my own. She went down a number of stairs and ladders before she found herself in the demon's lair. She straightened her helmet and her armor, Zelda's fingers clutched the morning star, which grew into part of her over the long term, in the other hand her self-acquired mastermind shield, which she took from a Beholder. She looked around, looking for the demon when she heard him panting. The smell made her so bad that she had to pull herself together not to tip over on the spot. When her gaze met his, she saw those sparkling eyes, he smiled grimly, mocked her. Zelda would show him, she told herself. It followed in quick succession, he used his fiery breath and his energy flashes, but she held out, at least as long as her magic stood by her side. But there was no point, as hard as she hit, he just smiled at her, laughed at her. She knelt on the floor, apologized to her dead prince, to her brother Kurik, to all her friends and to Kalen. Zelda Haffax had failed. But the demon had other plans for her.

I saw her today. Her face was filled with anger and sadness. She didn't seem to notice me at all, no, she ran down the stairs, then along some corridors and then into a hole. It was difficult for me to follow her and the dangers that could overwhelm me here were known to me and I was shaking inside too. But driven by curiosity, I stepped into the hole, after her. She continued west, where I heard cruel roars. I followed her anyway and after a few seconds the roar disappeared. When I then entered this cave, I saw 2 dragons lying on the ground, in a lacquer of dragon blood. I looked around and saw a trail of blood. I followed her down the stairs, then 2 more flights of stairs, a hole and a ladder. Slowly I felt lost but then I saw this hellfire above me. It seemed as if two forces of nature collided. Then a bluish flash and I heard a loud scream from a woman, the scream of Zelda Haffax. Then the air and the surroundings calmed down. Only a demonic laugh ran through the vault, echoing and never ceasing. In grief I left this place of death and went into daylight. This is what I want to tell you about a woman, a paladin, who fought a demon and failed. In grief I left this place of death and went into daylight. This is what I want to tell you about a woman, a paladin, who fought a demon and failed. In grief I left this place of death and went into daylight. This is what I want to tell you about a woman, a paladin, who fought a demon and failed.

When she woke up from my sleep, she looked around. she expected heaven, or at least hell, but this? She was chained to a wall. The chains consisted of pure energy, Zelda tried to free herself, but she couldn't, then she smelled him. He came to her again. His greedy grimace stared at her, she was afraid for himself, afraid of the things he would do to her body and her mind. Fortunately, he wasn't interested in such things. He only needed her body, he needed a container for his malevolent and sick spirit. He felt the dark power in her and so he tried to penetrate her mind. But she concluded from him that no one should ever know her thoughts. And through inner calm she managed to send a message to the outside world. she needed a mark of friendship, a kiss that would bring back her mind and body. And so her ghost appeared in Quentin's facility for only a short time once a week. Even if she wanted more and longer, she couldn't get it together. But these few seconds were enough for you to start with.

The prophet with the dark hair:

...... hear you inferior people, who do not deserve to hear my prophecies, driven by vengeance and greed for gold into blood mania, but I saw a young advocate for the good who are looking for great things Opposed suffering to the demon. But she wasn't strong enough, the desperation clouded her concentration and so she entered the realm of the dead.

But again I saw this woman, with black hair and bright blue eyes like the planet called Earth, in my visions. She was pale, just an outline of her person. Weeping, she walked through the streets and pleaded for redemption. And then I saw her, a noble my lord came over, looked for her, and found her sadly wandering the streets. He looked into her eyes and kissed her gently. And so the lost soul returned to Tibia to continue to stand for the good.
But her redemption is still in the stars, first the noble my lord has to find her .... first she has to go through the streets again, pleading for redemption .... but she will not always be found on our earth, only for one Minute she will walk in Tibia, once every 7 days ......

This is my prophecy and I already know the my lord, but I cannot intervene in the story, must not, do not want ... because this can disturb the passage of time

One day it happened. Lord Harry, who was always a good friend to her, found her spirit after a long search and at the last second freed him from her misery with a kiss. But something went wrong, the demon seems to have known of their attempt. When it manifested, a part of his sick spirit went into her body, he suppressed her feelings, only hatred, anger and vengeance emerged. When she was completely in Tibia again, she immediately attacked Lord Harry, she didn't want to, but something in my brain, a voice, she ordered her to hurt him, to kill him. Lord Harry had no choice but to flee. Zelda laughed, she laughed loudly and angrily, without her wanting it or feeling like it. It was he who laughed.

The Goddess was back, more vicious and more powerful. She left a trail of blood behind her and attacked complete strangers as well as friends. She made no difference how good her victims were. At that time, the RoA was reborn, and the Goddess was there. With the right back strengthening, the path of chaos began. No one was sure, and so it so happened that one day the RoA took possession of a street. The Goddess wanted it and many followed her. A battlefield full of corpses became a silent witness of this chaos. The attacks became more and more brutal, hardly anyone was safe anymore. It was the day when the chaos started all over again, dark times had dawned that were hardly imaginable. Times of RoA. It was the year of the apocalypse ...

Then one day it happened. Zelda was involved in an argument with an old SK friend, Culdwen. Then it broke through in me, a sign, perhaps a glimmer of hope for so many. Her heart opened for a brief moment, defeating the demon who was watching over it. The voice within her begged Culdwen, begged him to help her, then fell silent again, the demon was back in control. But now someone knew that there was a part of Zelda that was looking for freedom. It happened a few more times, it seems like another time of change has come .....

And so fate took its course. After an uphill battle with Betrayal, her leader - whom she often attacked just to test his strength - her memory seemed lost. So she wandered lost through the streets of Tibia, calling for help for someone who could explain everything to her, but only laughter at her unknown fate went through the ranks. When she was near despair, Sir Darkwood came along. He raised his head proudly and greeted the fighter. Impressed by his demeanor, she politely returned the greeting and immediately asked for the time and place. After further questions it dawned on Sir Darkwood what had happened to her and he put his hope in one sentence: "You are Zelda Haffax, the keeper of the light". She stared at Sir Darkwood in disbelief how could he say that about. She felt weak, had no courage for the fight, was even disgusted with him. However, the knight replied to her uncertainty with: "Look at you. You have armor on like a warrior. You are the one from the prophecy. You wear the golden armor, you are to lead the Golden Legion." So she believed him and turned to him, in a soft voice she ordered him to kneel and when he bowed his head under her gaze, she raised her sword and made him First Knight. Soon the news of a new power spread across the country, but there were only a few brave warriors among the residents who immediately decided to join. So it was chemo, tolkien and others.

From the book of the ages:

The light that the gray sky radiated changed ... clouds of dark smoke fled from the inner voice that announced a new world

"... in which it will come, it will lead the golden LEGION will destroy and curb the horror spawn ... "

The old pages creased faintly, the long-forgotten manuscript was revealed.

many hours gave way to eternity, and gave life a new meaning too long you had avoided the darkness, much too long you hid behind mindless thoughts

NO !!! NOT LIKE THAT !!!

"... the blacksmiths will be filled with pounding noises, the noises of the golden craft. Golden tanks will give the Legion what was hidden for an age ..."

Many people did not notice the changes, they did not notice that THEY were under to them was

"... and SHE will come and throw the Legion against the chaos. There will be war, a war with no discernible outcome, but SHE will see it, see what the day brings her ..."

and so it was concluded old book, and will see what will come true TRUTH !!!

From the proclamation of light:

When I stood there, lost in this world called Tibia, no friends, only strangers I knew, a noble man came to me and when I asked him my name, he replied ... "You are Zelda Haffax, keeper of light, angel of hope, leader of the golden legion ". I doubted his words, because I was not aware of myself, then I looked down my body and realized he was right, I was wearing a helmet that shone as golden as the sun, an armor, the royal mark engraved, gold ' Trousers covered my legs ... "yes, it's me", I said to myself and the noble one told me about the prophecy, about the Lord, what I will lead and full of gratitude I raised my hand while he slowly reached into the Knee sank. I gently put my hand on his head and spoke .. "

The Golden Legion declared war on the country's evil powers and Zelda Haffax was full of action. But as it had to happen, someone played badly with her this time too. She was murdered in cold cold many times until she wanted to go into eternal sleep. But the demon in her didn't want to die yet and so she came back to life, but as a Goddess. The former keeper of light brought chaos over the country again ...

From the few legacies of Zelda Haffax, a record of the coming events:

I wanted to spread the light, but was taken to a distant land, to the future. Away from civilization, I found peace and new hope, which gave me courage and will. I visited holy places, made pilgrimages to the king's tomb, found the dwarf and elf city in its most beautiful splendor, withdrew from the world of hate. Then I was ready, ready to return and I came back, found my way into the present with difficulty, had to forfeit my equipment, my clothes, everything. But I accepted that I have seen my visions of what the future Tibia with King will look like. So I closed my eyes and woke up again in the middle of the business depo in Tibia.
It was a rainy day, the clouds were gathering, let their anger and fear growl and turn into energy. The rain pattered on my skin as I went out into the streets of Tibia, equipped with the most basic necessities. All around me people who hypocritically, murderously, greedily for blood and gold passed through Tibia, it seemed as if I still had a lot of work to do. To see if I could regain my reputation for strength, I moved to the woods north of the capital, where I looked for bears. Soon I smelled the vengeful animals and sneaked up on me, I put down my shield and sword, and walked quietly closer. when it was close enough, I jumped out of a bush and hit my fists, while the bear grimly cut my skin with its paws. It was a long fight it almost seemed that I would win, but then the country's vengeance came over me, triggered by depraved Tibians who tried to enrich themselves even more with their treasures. The gods darkened Tibia, my eyes went black, with the uncertainty of the outcome of my trial of strength, darkness fell over me. When those who put their hand protectively over Tibia let the sun shine again, I found myself with Quentin, the healer.
Angry with my fate, I went back to the place of my death and picked up my meager things. When I passed the crossroads to Frodos on the way back, I saw murderers roaming the streets, trying again and again to kill young warriors and women. I looked in my backpack, but all I found was an iron shield and a saber. But I couldn't tolerate this, the killing had to come to an end, so I armed with everything I had and immediately rushed into the battle. After a few seconds the murderers dissolved in clouds of smoke and disappeared, but they will never be able to get away, I know their names and they will atone for their deeds. But when I moved back to the depo, certain of the light's victories, I was insidiously attacked from a distance by several assassins,
Slightly angry about what had happened, I took a crossbow out of my depo, scraped together the last of the gold for bolts and went on a cyclops hunt. After a while I found the first one and shot them with my crossbow. I felt the power in my hands, knew that I could kill the beasts with sword and shield, but I couldn't remember. So I put down the crossbow and looked for a fight cyclop against woman. I quickly found this one too, it was an uphill battle. Once again, evil forces intervened, wanting to see my good things suffer. My reactions slowed down, my attention was clouded by demonic forces, my eyes explored the surroundings too slowly for them to recognize the 2nd cyclop who had sneaked behind me. With a few blows I fell victim to the darkness. And once again I found myself with Quentin, and the idea occurred to me that I should destroy this holy memorial, but I quickly dismissed the idea in the name of good. so I went to rest, had to think about my future and the future of Tibia.
After a long sleep in my own bed, I grew grim at doing nothing and went back to the streets of Tibia. But after just a few seconds, when I looked around my depo, I felt a sudden pain, I turned around, looked into the face of a murderer, he grinned angrily at me. I tried to escape, healed myself with a life saying, but for the second time I felt the severe pain in my back. A fire lance bored into my skin, burned the flesh, me a lot to the ground. Groaning, plagued by pain, I turned my head to see the devious grin as his lips moved, revealing the name of my murderer, "kosovo". My lungs spat blood, I tried to pull myself across the floor somehow, but I couldn't get very far. I only left a deep red trail of blood before the weapons of a wizard / druid hit me again. Blackness ruffled my senses, my body lay still.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a light, shining brightly, it called to me, "Come to me, you have lived your life. Take a seat in the halls of peace and happiness". Yes, I wanted to, I wanted to finish, got up, slowly walked towards the light. Suddenly it was darkened by a red figure, nausea pulled into my nose, "who are you?". "I am what you were before. A follower of the dark, my servant. Hahaha". I looked at it in disbelief, then I raised my hand, felt in its metal, looked at her, a sword, as shining as hardly one before, yes, the gods wanted me to kill the demon. So I raised my sword and brought it down on the discord. The blade cut the air like elves' songs, stimulated my hearing, the angels warned me on my side. The metal bored deep into the demon's body, tore deep wounds, black blood oozed out, but the demon kept laughing, disturbing the elven sound in my ear. Then he raised his hand and I felt the pain I did to him, it was mine, I had injured my body. I collapsed, surrendered to evil, was so close to my eternity, but damnation caught up with me. The demon reached out, touched my forehead, conveyed the past to me. all the atrocities, all the suffering, the good as well as the bad, flowed back into me at that moment. A malicious smile formed my lips, then everything darkened again. When I opened my eyelids, I saw the friendly Quentin smiling at me.
Depressed about the country and myself, I went back to the depo, where I made friends who gave me equipment and offered help. I smiled softly, equipped myself well this time, met Batsloth on the streets and found a way through the wilderness with him. Anger boiled inside me and I smelled the blood of the traitors. This led me and Batsloth to the Hellhole, where we found MicroBlast and M3 exercising remotely with monsters and animals. I felt how the demon controlled my hand and my thoughts again and so we stood facing each other and let bursts, arrows and fire fields rain down on the traitors. As soon as we had started, 2 corpses were already lying there, I smiled grimly, a demonic laugh broke out in me, I felt the joy of the other death, of the blood that was slowly spreading over the ground.

The chaos lasted for many days, no one could stop it now, it was feared. Even those who spread chaos with her had to watch out for her. During these days the darkest time had begun in Tibia, which was ever written down. The Riders ruled the land, none but the Defenders of Light, as the Golden Legion was now called, defied the Apocalypse. Like little stones in a raging river, any resistance would be wiped away with more chaos. And when the last days of Tibia dawned, when the Last Judgment was approaching, the riders of the Apocalypse announced their end. The chaos has triumphed, now it should rest, so the fighters of the darkness scattered like grains of sand in the wind, many had not been seen on Tibia any more.

Shortly after the RoA disappeared, peace and quiet returned to the country. Many murderers were still hiding behind the facades of the night, but the real chaos was gone. For Zelda, however, the silence was like a dagger in her heart. Again she had been left alone, again her future collapsed in a second, leaving only ruins of the past. Once it was too much, this time she wouldn't get up anymore. Many a community of adventurers asked her and offered her membership, but in her any will to continue living had been swept away by a hurricane of emotions. So she set out in the darkest night, the moon covered by clouds, to begin her last journey. She crept quietly into the old

From the Book of Time, Alpha and Omega, Beginning and End:

It was a dark hour for her, though Tibia was delighted with his newfound freedom, it was more than bitter for the one left behind. Alone she sat on the throne of the long-forgotten Castle Spiritkeep. What strange times, the year of the Apocalypse, she reminded herself, she sneered, but her eyes reflected the emptiness of her gesture. How often has she been left alone, too often to recall the painful experiences, to nestle in secure memories. She felt the relentless cold that wrapped around her body. When she reached for a coat to warm herself, she had to admit that she had nothing of the sort with her, only her armor covered her from the nakedness. She leaned against her arm, which was supported on the armrest, stared into the nothingness of the air. Thoughts churned her head, what am I, what have become of me. And when she opened her mouth slightly, her lips formed the word Vanitas, transience, it was transient, just like joy, love and hate. No more than a stone paving the way for others, not even a point of light in the universe, if it ever represented one. She lifted her head wearily, leaning against the throne, hoping that the throne would represent someone to hold her, encourage her to move on, but the wood was as silent as the seconds of silence that surrounded her formed. With clenched fists she had to admit that she had no one to give her the breath of life, no one to give her warmth, she was feared, haunted by the vengeance of those who let them die by their steel. This fear ate its way into her world, no respect, no, hate, fear, these were the emotions that were shown towards her. She was alone and she felt this severe punishment as if it were a deep wound in her womb. Her life has consisted only of fighting, no war lasts forever, and so she passed when the fight came to an end, the fight she fought against herself. Just as the cries of war fell silent among the dead, so did their memories dry up as if they had been. Her life has consisted only of fighting, no war lasts forever, and so she passed when the fight came to an end, the fight she fought against herself. Just as the cries of war fell silent among the dead, so did their memories dry up as if they had been. Her life has consisted only of fighting, no war lasts forever, and so she passed when the fight came to an end, the fight she fought against herself. Just as the cries of war fell silent among the dead, so did their memories dry up as if they had been.
She quietly pulled the dead prince's sword out of its sheath, a melodious voice rang out as the steel collided, they call for me, she said to herself and I will follow them. She looked at the blade, forged from fine steel by the hands of dwarf masters, sharp enough to split hair, her fingertips slid contentedly over the metal, it was a good sword, worthy of a prince. Shortly before the prince went into silence, he bequeathed her his weapon, marked by the royal coat of arms engraved on the pommel. She leaned the sword against the throne, took off the helmet of light that has been so helpful to her over the years, it withstood every blade, hardly a scratch left the polished surface. She put it at her feet, then took off the royal breastplate, Lord Harry, Friend of the king, gave him to her on the day of mourning, so that she would go with him through the country in honor, but she only shamed the king, that she realized. She was no longer worth wearing the king's mark without making a sound, so she laid her armor on the floor and looked at it for a long time. Finally she put her delicate fingers around the hilt of the sword, lifted the blade, light reflected on the surface, briefly illuminating her cloudy face, the azure blue iris sparkled. She straightened her upper body, the white linen shirt inevitably tensed, her chest rose and fell slowly, her gaze slid to her right, looked at the soft pale skin on which goose bumps had formed. Her fingers closed and opened like she was controlling how far the hand still pursued its functional activity, then it put its arm on the armrest, let the muscles rest. Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the blade gently slid through the warm flesh, opening a gap between her vein and the air. The pain made her grimace, she closed her eyes, she bared her teeth for a moment, but she felt the relief, her eyelashes twitched, her pupils contracted slightly when she opened her eyes again. The blood slowly came to light, ran down her arm over the heels of her hands, over her fingers, finally trickled onto the floor, forming a growing lacquer of her being. The blade clattered to the ground, it leaned slightly forward, and when the breath of life slowly flowed out of it, tears mingled with the blood and she realized that she was herself again. The demon in her had escaped looking for a new host, the Goddess had died. The silent pain seemed sweet to her, a smile hugged her lips, the delicately woven sky-blue iris shimmered in the last light of day, she put her eyelids around her eyes, now she was the faithful of the Dead Prince, and when the thought played around her sensory world she tipped forward and came to rest on the cold marble stone without a life, her limbs slackened, only the smile remained constant ...

Alpha and Omega, Life and Death, she had experienced one thing, now the other had also found itself ...

For the prince in eternity

After a while, her body was found by friends. Mourning moved their hearts and so they took Zelda's belongings and kept them well while they buried the fallen in a secret grave ...

From the stories of those who found them:

Only the eternal light of the fire pits lit up the room, the motionless body lay in a lacquer of her blood, the white shirt soaked blood-red, the former shiny chain trousers covered by the warm liquid, the scent of death was in the air, made by the wind blowing into the small windows of the castle pulled in, carried outside.

The deceptive loneliness of herself was only recognized after her death, even if she felt lost, so she had friends out there who were looking for her. Nausea bored into Galadriel's stomach as she passed Ralgar on the way to the lighthouse to slay some of the one-eyed men. She didn't know where the feeling was coming from, it overwhelmed her, after a sideways glance at Ralgar she realized that she wasn't standing alone. Something was in the air ...
The darkness had already defeated the last ray of light, but the nocturnal music of the woods was missing, no crickets chirped, no night bird sang, Ralgar put his head back, his nose up in the air and with it quieter Voice he announced what Galadriel was already thinking, "Death is near".
Slowly he turned his gaze towards Spiritkeep, raised his hand and pointed. Clouds covered the moon, worsened the view, but they both knew exactly where they were going, for years they had traveled through this country, the wind pulled through their hair, blew the stench of blood into their noses, they increased the pace. After a short while they reached Spiritkeep, the abandoned castle of the Stormknights, still the inhabitants of Tibia avoided this place of desolation, they were too afraid of the return of the demon. Galadriel suddenly began to tremble, something brushed her forehead, but was nothing to be seen, the souls of the deceased? Certainly it was just the wind, persuaded herself, but it encouraged her to increase her speed, she hurried ahead. In front of a window on the east side of Spiritkeep, she stopped and climbed in when she saw the shield bearing the coat of arms of the royal family. Immediately she realized who wore this some time ago, it was Zelda and when the smell of death became more penetrating, she knew what had happened.

A cry of pain came out of her throat as she kneeled on the floor and looked at the lifeless Zelda Haffax, she mourned, but she didn't know why, how long had she known Zelda and yet she was a stranger to everyone. Zelda has never revealed her feelings and now she was lying dead in front of Galadriel, she bowed her head, tears rang out softly on the cold stone.

Driven by the scream of horror, Ralgar stormed the castle and Conaria, who was hunting nearby, heard the scream and hurried, partly astonished, partly curious, to Spiritkeep. Both arrived almost at the same time and had to hear the picture of the dead Zelda, Ralgar stepped over the armor that Zelda had taken off, looked down at her, he too was grieved for the contemporary he met for years in the streets of Tibia. Memories came over him for a while, but he too had to admit that he never really understood Zelda, a misunderstood person who ultimately committed suicide.

Meanwhile Conaria looked interested at the shield and chain pants, both of which were still in good condition, but finally she gave her heart a jolt too, recognized the seriousness of the situation, pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket, which she handed to Galadriel.

They stood there in silence, no one dared to say anything, again Spiritkeep became a place of sacrifice, but if the smiling expression on Zelda's lips did not escape their gaze, they took the dead prince's sword, the royal plate armor, the helmet of light, the shield of the The royal family, and the chain pants that Zelda proudly wore, a gift from her friend Sir Warlords, buried the body in a secret place, deep in the quiet of the country, and left the scene of the accident.

In her honor, they would keep the pieces of Zelda's life story, which she often brought into change, so that some Tibians can remember who and what she was ...

Epilogue

This is the story of Zelda Haffax, consultant of the King, Faithful of the Prince, Keeper of the Light, Squire of the Stormknights, Shadow Runner of the Riders of the Apocalypse. She was a part of Tibia's story just as Tibia was a part of her. She became neither one of the strongest warriors nor one of the most gifted, but her name is immortal, Honor the Fallen ....