Category: Fan Fiction Friday

There echoes a legend around these parts, betwixt these trees and within these dark woods. Yet, it wasn’t one of those legends of heroes, stories meant to inspire courage into wide-eyed youths. It was meant to breed cowardice, warn children of the dangers that may befall them should their curiosity lead them into the dark woods. Far distant from any kingdom, a village sat. In its shadows, deep into a forest no one dared venture, there was said to be…

||  Previous Chapter  ||  Next Chapter  || “Are you still sulking?” Yasei said. “No,” I replied, trudging back to Castle Town with chin permanently tucked. She slipped her arm through mine. “Wonder what folks in town will say when you get back?” “I don’t care.” As we crossed the drawbridge, one Hylian guard jerked upright. He said nothing, eyes hidden beneath his helmet’s shadow, but the death grip on his pike told me enough. A tingling bell heralded our return….

||  Previous Chapter  ||  Next Chapter  || “Just tell me what the Gossip Stone said, damn it!” Yasei huffed. Sweat gathered at the base of my spine. I took her hand and kissed it. “There’s nothing to tell, my dear, I swear. I’m just tired. You know how weepy and grumpy I get when I’m tired.” “That isn’t it,” she said, wrenching out my grip. “There’s something you’re not telling me.” Then her eyes pinned me down. “But am gonna…

||  Previous Chapter  ||  Next Chapter  || The rose wood box lay in its bed of freshly dug earth. Snow white lilies thrown to acknowledge the man that sacrificed himself for the sake of the Royal Family. The sun had no business to shine so brightly, but it did. It shone over those left behind; the Sheikah clan in dignified acceptance and the outsiders who fraternised with the thought of their own deaths. Upon our reunion, Yasei had been my…

|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Bongo Bongo had been sealed. At least he was for seventeen years. Impressive, considering the majority of the Sheikah clan died in the Civil War. But then, that’s another sad story… “Are you still with us? For Farore’s sake, speak, Mask Salesman.” I felt my reluctant body being dragged to standing. No more, I thought. No more, please. I need a lie down.     My right arm looped around a bony shoulder. A…

|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Of course, Kakariko is the village of the Sheikah tribe!  As a race they were tall and slim, however, no one could miss the lean muscle packed into those arms and legs. Their tight clothes emphasized this fact, the Shadow of the Royal Family were not to be taken lightly. Some of the females had painted the same tearful eye from the Gossip Stones on their foreheads. The males preferred a more subtle…

||  Part Seventy-Two  ||  Part Seventy-Four  || Part Seventy-Three “Huron!” Fado called out. There was a tremendous crash from up ahead. Erie, who had leapt down, stood up and faced his brother. “You traitor. You have damned us all,” Erie thrust his finger toward Huron. “How?” “Your softness and love of the Hylian people led to you neglecting the needs of our people! That’s why I made the deal I did. That’s why I did what I’ve done.” “What have…

||  Part Seventy-One  ||  Part Seventy-Three  || Part Seventy-Two In the 32nd Year of the Era of the Great Rebuilding, the great Sage of Fire and Chief of the Goron people, Darunia, died in depths of the Goron Mines. For 40 days and 40 nights following his death, a drum pounded in the center of Goron City. The resonance of the drum shook the nearby mountains and served as a constant reminder of the strength of their bonds. Almost 46…

||  Part Seventy  ||  Part Seventy-Two  || Part Seventy-One “Your Majesty-” Daphnes held his hand up to stop Osmond. “Please, allow me to finish. It was my mistakes that have led Hyrule to this day and I fear the worst has yet to befall us… One-hundred years of peace tossed to the side by the shadows that have manipulated us all.” Images of Rutela played out in Osmond’s mind. “I apologize for all that has been thrust upon you and…

||  Part Sixty-Nine  ||  Part Seventy-One  || Part Seventy Huron wrapped his hands around the trunk of a tree and lifted it out of the ground with a heave. In one mighty swing, three mounted soldiers found themselves being trampled on by their own horses. Fado, meanwhile, was doing what he could as he stood over the weak body of the King. Blast after blast of magic pushed his enemies back, but they continued to come at him. “A hand…