“Hurry,” Aldwin said, turning and limping onward. He and Osmond burst out onto a wide street. Remains of an overturned cart were scattered about as the fires were beginning to spread into the area. A small well was near the center of the clearing, surrounded by a few homes. But what drew their attention was the gargantuan armored skeleton monster, pulling its sword back to strike. Aldwin mustered all the speed he had and lunged ahead. He reached out with…
“Zelda!” Daphnes shouted over the noise. “I’m here!” his wife called back. “I’m alright too,” the princess said from above. She had actually managed to grab hold of the ledge as the ground below had given way. “Get to Lady Impa, she can get us to safety with the soldiers.” Zelda heard her father, but she could see him. The man that had suddenly ambushed them. The man that had made her family look weak. “Father, I have a shot!…
There was a heavy ringing in Osmond’s ears that made him hesitate as he climbed to his feet. He pushed the tip of his sword into the ground and heaved himself up to his knees, coughing as the cloud of dust enveloped him. “On your feet lad,” a voice said, as a hand grabbed hold of his shoulder. “Sir Ralphine?” “Drop the formalities son, now is the time to fight!” He drew his sword and swung it at an obscured…
A burst of excitement swelled up from the crowd as some entertainers from the Gerudo city, Medina completed their act. It was a daring act of magic consisting of fire and ice coming together to create something similar to fireworks. The fact that they used a pair of ancient tools to do it was truly remarkable. “You don’t really think he’ll listen, do you?” Sagesse said, not lifting his head. Had Kalia not known of Sagesse’s tendency to meditate during…
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the booming voice of the Sage of Fire, Huron, thundered out over the crowd. “Our next competitor is one of your own! From right here in Castletown, Osmond!” The thunderous applause and cheers welcomed the suddenly uneasy Osmond into the arena. He politely nodded his head and raised his hand. For years he’d been one of those excited members, and he’d never stopped to consider what it was like on the other side. As he made his…
Nabooru’s feet slid out from under her. She tumbled downhill, the world swirling into a cyclone of sand and snow. She finally came to rest halfway down the hill she had charged off from, spitting out sand. She shoved a handful of snow into her mouth before taking off running again. She swished the ice cold liquid, spitting out the remaining grit while keeping her eyes on the flames ahead. The fire kept moving, growing, and shifting. From her vantage…
Nabooru shivered slightly as she jogged through ankle high snow to the western gate of the Fortress. The sun had begun her evening descent, bathing the sky and mudbrick buildings in effervescent swatches of gold, saffron, and ginger. Within the hour, the sun would dip behind the Spirit Temple, crowning the Goddess in a golden halo before being swallowed by the long night. As she hurried, Nabooru held tightly to her belt and the small pack slung over her shoulder….
It had been three weeks since Grandma Yai had collapsed outside the reliquary. In her panic, Nabooru could only recall fragments of what had happened immediately after. The pangs of fear that gripped her while she sobbed, watching the unmoving bodies of Grandma Yai and the guards. The twisted, unnatural shape that her voice took as she screamed for help. Praying, pleading, to see any movement that indicated the fallen were still breathing. She remembered the grim look on Deltani’s…
Fan Fiction Friday has proven to be a popular series here at Zelda Dungeon, and many fans look forward to the new installments of stories written by our dedicated team of Original Content Editors every week. Recently, one of our writers, David Nystrom, contributed his own fan-fiction, The Era Without a Hero, to the site. What’s more, he has now turned his story into a new podcast which premieres Wednesday, May 29th at 1PM CST! David’s story is set one…
The sun slowly crept its way across the sky as Nabooru and Ashai exited the Great Hall, heading towards the archery range. Nabooru scanned the horizon for clouds, noting with satisfaction the vast expanse of uninterrupted blue. If not for the stiff wind, Nabooru could have convinced herself that it was a lovely spring day. She pulled up her hood and reached into her cloak’s inner pocket, retrieving a matching pair of amethyst fingerless gloves. The adults exiting the Great…
