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|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Chapter Four Link’s mouth hung agape. He was taken off-guard by the whimsical, albeit rough greeting he had just been delivered by this hulking creature. He was able to get a full view now of this newcomer and despite his supposed cheerful demeanor, he was no less intimidating. His body, wide with a bulbous midsection, was covered in various places by wandering lines of what appeared to be white tattoos, a color that contrasted greatly…

|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Chapter Three There was an immeasurable level of grief that welled within Link as he closed the door to the royal tomb behind him. He had spent the better part of the remaining afternoon moving the body of his departed friend to be with his ancestors, a wing of the castle that took him by surprise with its display of grandeur. Statues adorned the periphery of the large, underground room, no doubt carved…

|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Chapter Two Link took several cautious steps backward, his eyes trained on the statuesque figure before him. He found its visage unnerving, as though its eyes followed his every movement, the way a portrait tends to follow one down a long corridor when passed. When he reached a distance he felt comfortable with, he turned his gaze instead toward the city, glimpses of the smoldering rubble within obstructed by the portcullis of the…

|| Next Chapter || Chapter One The midday sun was doing its best to filter in through every leaf within the western forest of Hyrule. Birds were being quite vocal in their appreciation of its warmth, and the ground below was drying slowly but surely from the previous night’s rainfall, a light breeze carrying its scent throughout the surrounding area. All was as it should be in the forest, and save for the sound of a smith’s tool’s being put…

|| Previous Chapter || Chapter Five “Mother!  MOTHER!” The queen opened her eyes to find her daughter in a state of panic, “Zelda… what?” Then the sounds of battle flooded her ears and the memory of what happened only moments before washed over her like a tidal wave.  The carriage had overturned and they were under attack! “Zelda, come here!”  She pulled her daughter close and inspected her for injuries; luckily there were only bumps and bruises. “Mother, what’s going…

|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Chapter Four It had been five days since the Queen of Hyrule and her daughter had arrived at Gerudo Town.  They had been sincerely welcomed and celebrated under Gerudo hospitality.  Princess Zelda had been opened up to new experiences, and the queen was pleased to see her daughter blossom.  Lady Urbosa had been a generous host, making little of everything that she done for them. “Serena, you are my oldest friend!” Urbosa exclaimed, brushing off her…

|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Chapter Three It had been just over four days since the queen’s party had set out from Hyrule Castle, and the roads had only become more perilous as they journeyed.  Bokoblins and Lizalfos stalked their trail, and so the Captain of the Royal Guard had pushed his men to journey through the night, unwilling to allow the monsters to catch up with them.  Queen Serena was grateful to finally reach Gerudo Town and set foot inside the…

|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Chapter Two Dawn arrived, and with it came the hustle and bustle of preparations to break camp and set off from Hyrule Garrison.  The excitement of danger fizzed in the air, and the soldiers were well aware that they might come upon a sty of Bokoblins this day. The Captain of the Royal Guard, Fabian, addressed his troops. “Men!  I want to thank you for volunteering your services to this Royal Guard.”  He…

|| Next Chapter || Chapter One The Queen of Hyrule combed her daughter’s silky, golden hair in front of an ornate mirror.  She paused to glance up at her own reflection and couldn’t help but smile.  At least Zelda would never have to force a comb through a curly blonde mop, such as hers!  She stifled a laugh at the thought of how many combs she had broken as a child. “What are you laughing about, Mother?” Zelda asked curiously….

||  Previous Part  ||  Next Part  || “Again!” The young man, now fifteen, struggled to his feet in the scorching desert climate. The whip cracked overhead loudly, and he charged the dummy with a vicious rage. He tore into the soft fabric on its sides and plunged his hands inside, ripping the sack of animal guts out and onto the ground. “Good,” Ribura bellowed. “You may have some brawling skills in you after all.” The boy stiffened his glare at…