Category: Fan Fiction Friday

||  Part Sixty  ||  Part Sixty-Two  || Part Sixty-One My sword… Where is my sword… “Come with me,” he heard the woman say. When she spoke this time, her voice was cold and cruel. He tried to protest and resist, but she gripped his arm and led him to a passage in the back. A flight of stairs led him below and soon he found himself in a narrow stone hallway. The smell of water and rock filled his nostrils,…

||  Part Fifty-Nine ||  Part Sixty-One || Part Sixty “My liege,” the soldier placed his fist over his heart and bowed low. Adok lifted his head and plucked a tomato from the bowl in his hands. He stared down at the still bowing soldier. “I must apologize for the failure of my men. No remains of Lord Huron have been found and so I’m afraid he may have survived.” “May have? Why can’t you confirm?” “We couldn’t find any remains…

||  Part Fifty-Eight  ||  Part Sixty  || Part Fifty-Nine “Cannons!” Ralphine shouted. He had witnessed the same gruesome scene and was wasting no time. His men set to the cannons below deck as quickly as they could. The undead pirate leaped up into the air and landed on the deck just behind Fado and Osmond. It drew its sword and began to approach them. Osmond was quick though and drew his own blade. In one swing he cut through the…

||  Previous Chapter  ||  Next Chapter  || Any knowledge of dragons came from the rare campfire stories of the Muryō family as a child. They spoke of gigantic flying wyrms with horned heads that breathed fire. It did puzzle me how these monstrous creatures could fly without wings. “Hold tight,” Elrora’s sharp command brought me back to the present.  I grasped her feathers like a lifeline. As we plummeted down the corridor of stars and doors, my cheeks pinned themselves to my…

||  Previous Chapter  ||  Next Chapter  || The owl like Watarara’s expression was one akin to a parent answering endless questions from a curious child. His talons carried a squirming Kilton as Yasei sat atop his back wearing a great big smile. “So, Mr Guufo, I can secure pearls, two sets of coral earrings, twenty board foot of rose wood, a dozen swift violets and a yard of green ribbon. Tell me more about this amethyst stone, the nobles are going to…

||  Previous Chapter  ||  Next Chapter  || Whilst recovering after the Interloper War, I often woke in a cold sweat. Stuck in a fuzzy haze between reality and nightmare, I would throw open the doors and step out into the night of Castle Town. As I looked up at the dark sky and its infinite blanket of stars, it was the one thing that calmed me. I wrestled with questions about life and death beneath their bespangled beauty for hours. Weighing the…

||  Previous Chapter  ||  Next Chapter  || My ‘fiancée’ wore a nasty look that could kill a thousand Bokoblins. Despite her injuries, she scooped up a large chunk of rock near where she had landed. A simple blunt weapon. This didn’t matter though; whether run through with a sword, or bludgeoned to death – the bloody result would be the same.    “I think I understand now why you wanted to thank me,” I said.    She drew the stone up high.  “This…

||  Previous Chapter  ||  Next Chapter  || “No need for death? And what could you offer me instead, disciple of Azamuku?” Ganondorf looked down his long, pointed nose at me. His furrowed eyebrows curved to join his flame red hair that reminded me of a volcano.     “The Sacred Realm,” I said simply.    That got the Gerudo King’s attention. “The Sacred Realm? You? And how could you hope to find it?”   “Azamuku told me of the legends and gave a few clues. I…

Previous Chapter   Chapter Four: Drumbeat   I have been trapped here for ages. I have seen the rise and fall of this kingdom from below the surface, cycle after cycle passing since the time I last breathed. I once bided my time, watching and waiting for the day I was discovered and arisen from my slumbers, to feast upon the nightmares of those who walk this land. The pounding of their hearts would be the beat of my drum,…

Previous Chapter   Chapter Three: One Last Desperate Hope   We see you. Through that mask, we know who you are, and we remember everything we’ve suffered at the hands of your family. Your ancestors found their worries comforted in our pain, their woes shed with the falling of our blood. They feared us, feared that we would steal the power they believed they were owed by Goddesses who have forsaken this land. Power they would not share, and would…