|| Part Forty-Six || Part Forty-Eight || Part Forty-Seven On the next street, Princess Zelda caught a glimpse of the building she was trying to get to, still another block over. As she turned, looking for another pathway to the street she needed to be on, another band of soldiers appeared ahead of her. “You, stop! This area isn’t safe!” Zelda grabbed the corner of her cloak and cast it aside. Some of the soldiers dropped to their knees. The…
|| Part Forty-Five || Part Forty-Seven || Part Forty-Six The streets were in chaos as the sound of another bomb exploding shook the ground. Thick black smoke billowed high into the air. Zelda was followed closely by Yoon, Lindsey, Rassa, and Sagesse as they rushed out of the Temple of Time. There were several groups of soldiers already enroute to where the attack was commencing. “Have you heard anything, Captain?” Sagesse called out to one of the men. “Negative, m’lord….
|| Part Forty-Four || Part Forty-Six || Part Forty-Five They followed Sagesse out of his office and through the library, heading towards the main hall, and eventually into the Chamber of Sages. As they walked, Zelda looked around, remembering Osmond’s enthusiasm about the library in the Temple of Time. “Of all the places I’ve been able to see or go,” he had said one evening, “there is nowhere as grand as the places the library can take us.” “Is that…
|| Part Forty-Three || Part Forty-Five || Part Forty-Four There was nothing. No strange feeling of dying, no pain, no calls from beyond. Just darkness. That was until Zelda fluttered her eyes open. She was still in the cavern. Yoon was pressed up against her. Rassa was helplessly watching from the bottom of the stairs. And the swarm of souls just continued floating as if none of them were there. “We’re… we’re safe!” Zelda breathed. The wall between them and…
There were many legends about Hylia’s Day that breathed through the mouths of Hylian parents around this time of year, lulling their children to sleep in soft, warm beds that contradicted the warring weather outside, which was cold, dark, and lonely. But the inside was warm and soft. Family was here, and nothing could be warmer. It was said that Hylia’s Day was the day Hylia was first born into a mortal body. Some say that it is just a…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Chapter 5 “It would seem that you are telling the truth about them being in Yiga custody. That is unfortunate. I wish to get them out, yes, but I haven’t a plan, nor would I share it with you if I did.” “Ah, but what’s to stop us from working together? Surely a team of our clans’ best soldiers could save the day; mayhap even the two of us alone could do it.” Impa…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Chapter 4 The Captain of the Gerudo squadron that’d chased Kiyoko and Dalal made her way into Gerudo City. The sight of her towering form on top of the towering stallion was striking. As she made her way down the entry road to the chief’s building, everyone stopped to look, child and farmer alike. Murmurs spread throughout; she ignored them. She dismounted her horse when she arrived before the building. She now stood before…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Chapter 3 Kiyoko and Dalal arrived with Kohga and the other Yiga in a far more barren mountain gap. One Kiyoko was all to familiar with. “Welcome home, boy,” Kohga said. “Welcome home.” Home. As if. As if this place, where only bad memories came from, could ever be home. Home was with the Sheikah, with people who cared for and respected Kiyoko. To the Yiga, Kiyoko was just a half-breed, part Yiga, part…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Chapter 2 “What’s wrong?” Dalal asked aloud. “Did they catch us?” “No,” Kiyoko responded, gravely. “It’s worse.” “Oh, that hurts!” a loud, comically conniving voice sounded throughout the canyon. “Come on, old friend! You don’t mean that.” “What is it? Who are they?” asked Dalal. “Stay in there, honey,” Kiyoko directed. “I’ll get us out of this. I promise.” “What’s there to get out of, buddy, ol’ boy?” the voice called out again….
The night was dark. Stormy. Cold. Raindrops hammering and the “tink” of droplet against metal creating a constant white noise that accompanied the rolling wheels and stomping of horses’ hooves against the rock. Now and then, the sounds were interrupted by the loud rumbling of thunder. Guiding the carriage was a man garbed in black robes. Inside the carriage, scrunched so as to allow her towering form to fit in a lying position on the bench was a Gerudo woman,…
