Category: Fan Fiction Friday

Chapter 27: Fall – Part One Deya and Avela looked at the wall with confusion as the room shook. From his work table, Deya looked over at his winged companion. “What do you suppose that was?” Avela shrugged. He shrugged back, turning his head to return to his project. “You know, I think some of this might be ready for a test-run soon. What do you think?” Giggling, Avela responded, “You’d know better than I would.” The earth shook again,…

Chapter 26: Nightfall “Can I help?” Link turned to face Kaden. He had been busy for the past few hours carrying supplies from one end of the castle to the other to help the few Kakariko survivors who made it to Hyrule. His little brother, wanting to mimic the elder, had been dying to do the same, asking the same question at least three times now. He sighed with a small smile. “Perhaps. I would ask for help with these…

Chapter 25: Dusk Gone. Zelda stared at the twisting wood grains of the massive table, but she processed nothing as the meaningless, emotionless words of the council elder’s recount bombarded her. Next to her, Impa stood still as stone, pale with dread as he droned on about the village the advisor had once called home. An entire thriving homestead, safe place of an ancient race who had protected them all for millennia, now a disaster area with fires that still…

Chapter 24: Omens A booming voice echoed throughout the grove, catching Link by surprise. “It has been a long time since that sword has been wielded….” Link dropped his arm to the side, his right hand still clutching the blade of legend, the Master Sword, as he looked around for the source of these words. Listening carefully to the ambience around him, he picked up on the creaking of wood, the rustling of leaves, and the rattling of what he…

Chapter 23: Countdown  As a flurry of bright red feathers descended from a hole in the ceiling, Deya looked up from the project that he had been working on. Raising a dirty, scratched hand in greeting, he called out, “Greetings, Avela! How did the trip to Gerudo Town go?”  Avela landed as gracefully as always, set a few full leather bags on the ground, roused her feathers, and turned to Deya as she shook her head. “Eh, it was horrible….

Chapter 22: The Trial of a Hero “So, you’re the legendary Ganondorf?” Link couldn’t help but break the silence. He glanced behind himself, making sure Zelda was alright. Her demeanor, despite appearing as her normal royal mask, still showed hints of mistrust and fear, her eyes constantly glancing at the Gerudo. He’s not that bad so far. It’s been half a day easily. He could have killed us if he wanted to. His gaze turned back to Ganondorf, walking beside…

Chapter 21: The Path to Action Princess Zelda narrowed her vivid green eyes at him, disbelieving. “The sword of legend, that seals the darkness. Said to have cut the land in the time of the Goddess Hylia, and granted to the Hero, her protector.” Ganondorf nodded, wiping his hand down his face. I don’t want to go back there, he thought to himself with a groan. I did not even mean to find it in the first place. But what…

Chapter 20: King of Thieves Link yawned, watching as the mountains began to surround the group. He breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully this is where the “giant hole” is. Or we’re just lost. He shook his head. Now’s not the time to worry about that. As soon as we make sure this Ganondorf isn’t as evil as history proves he was, we’ll go right back to finding a new home. Probably. He looked over to his right, finding Epona…

Chapter Nineteen: Zelda’s Lullaby Ho-boy, Link thought, staring into Zelda’s face as she focused in on him. He gripped her hands a little tighter, fairly certain that just this once, he could get away with a visible breach in protocol. He could almost feel her terror envelop him: around them, he knew their audience certainly understood that the mood had suddenly and very harshly shifted, like a rope jerking back. “Your Highness,” he said, low and even, calm, just stay…

Chapter 18: Uncloaked Gazing down into darkness, Deya and Avela stood on the precipice of an abyssal hole that seemed to be a gouge in the land itself. “Do you think he went down there?” Avela asked. Having followed the cloaked man from the Kara Kara Bazaar, past the bases of the Great Cliffs, and through a narrow, winding canyon, they had reached an impasse. To their right, a vacant inclined path circled up the sides of the pit. Directly…