Category: Fan Fiction Friday

I have the worst job in Hyrule. Please, don’t laugh. Trust me, I get that enough whenever I mention this at the local pub. Just hear me out. I have the worst job in this entire land. Sure, you have Her Highness, who, Goddesses bless, does her best day in and day out to keep us all together and keep the forces of evil at bay. She bears the weight of all her people with grace and dignity, and she…

She hovered next to the barracks window for a moment too long.  She had started to second guess herself.  What if he did not want her company?  He wasn’t her servant, at her beck and call.  She had actual servants for that, and she could call them.  He was a knight, bound or not.  Ultimately, he served her father, and he did so well.  But she didn’t want her servants – they could do nothing for her irrational fears.  Her…

Ten years later Koume had woken early, and, lying in her bed, she lazily conjured a small flame and allowed it to dance between her fingers.  She smiled at the pleasant warmth that crawled towards her wrist, before allowing the flame to expand into a burning ball of fire.  Out of all the earth magic that she had learned over the years, this was her favorite.  Mesmerized by her fire, Koume became lost in the memories of the last decade….

Koume opened her eyes to the bright flickering of flaming torches, which lined what once might have been an opulent throne room.  She groaned as she sat up; her body was so sore, almost as if she had collapsed onto hard stone under her own weight. Then, she remembered everything.  That beautiful woman, her enchanting voice, and how she claimed to be the Goddess of the Sands!  Koume twisted her neck sharply to look for Kotake, stirring awake beside her….

Kotake gulped nervously and relunctantly followed Koume into the temple.  I really didn’t mean it, she thought desperately, taking back her denial of the Sand Goddess.  Standing hunched beside Koume, she warily eyed her surroundings.  The daylight flooding in from the entrance only allowed her to see so far into the cavernous room, but it was enough.  Right in front of them, were the two cobra effigies they had learned about as children.  They were supposed to make their offering to the…

Koume opened her eyes to impenetrable darkness, and her nose wrinkled against the foul stench that filled the room.  She tried to get up, but the pain in her head made her dizzy, so she found herself resigned to shuffling unsteadily on her knees to a nearby wall.  She collapsed heavily against it.  Touching the back of her head carefully, she felt the warm stickiness of blood as it seeped through her thick hair. “Koume?” squawked Kotake, sounding panicked.  “Where…

Kotake glanced nervously at her older sister, who stood tall and proud in the face of the journey ahead of them.  Koume had always been the brave one; everybody said so.  But now Kotake had the chance to prove herself just as capable as her twin sister.  The rest of their clan would eat their words when she returned from their quest, having made her offering to the Goddess of the Sands, to finally be considered a Gerudo woman at last! …

Zelda didn’t bother to hide the bruises and cuts that adorned her skin as she and Link walked through the castle gates and up the pathway. To her, the small little wounds were a badge of honor, and she would wear them proudly. They showed that she had won her first real fight, and how far she had come in training. They showed that she hadn’t let fear prevail, but instead let courage reign. She kept her head high, even…

Chapter Four “What do you mean our supplies aren’t coming through?” “It’s just as I said, Your Grace. We haven’t received shipment for any of the stone we requested from the Goron’s for the last week or so.” The messenger knelt before the throne, glancing nervously at Zelda. She sighed, rubbing her left temple with the pad of her thumb, a frown pulling at her mouth. She struggled to reign in her frustration. Why hadn’t they received the shipment? And…

Chapter Three The Princess and her champion sat along the precipice for a while, breathing in the fresh air in silence. Zelda’s head still rested on Link’s shoulder, and while her tears had finally dried upon her cheeks, she found she didn’t want to move. The cramp forming in her neck protested otherwise, though, and she slowly lifted her head, wincing at the slight stab of pain. The encrusted blood at her throat cracked and she itched at it, beginning…