|| Part Sixty-Eight || Part Seventy || Part Sixty-Nine “What are you?” Osmond asked. The glowing eyes narrowed as he raised his hand over his head. He snapped his fingers and a massive broadsword that Osmond would have needed two hands to wield, appeared in his hand. He swung it around over his head and pointed its flat head down at Osmond. In the blink of an eye, he was charging downward at Osmond. Osmond, reacting just in time, raised…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || “We can’t bring hell to Kakariko,” I protested. “Don’t your people live there?” Small puffs of smoke rose from the unsuspecting village in the distance. It stole Impa’s attention as she strangled the handle of her sword. “Your concern is noted. It can’t be helped,” her voice wavered, as if trying to convince herself of this fact. “My home is the only place I can perform a seal.” Ah, but he moved to the windmill to…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || I had no idea what the hidden treasure of the Sheikah could be. Old man Shikashi was the resident expert on the mysterious tribe, although his musings boarded more on rumour. Perhaps a dangerous weapon? A spell or a song? Whatever the truth, the General kept referring to the entity as a ‘he’ which meant she knew him. Ganondorf’s shadow beast had once been flesh and bone. King Hyrule led his soldiers to form a barrier…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Kilton’s tongue flapped in the wind as he sped forwards; white pawed legs beat against the ground. His pointed ears were ragged back and fur rippled in several directions. I had to admit, his stamina always amazed me, keeping up with the horses took some doing. When Impa’s horse reared everyone came to a complete stop. “Hey, if you squeeze me any tighter, am gonna pop,” Yasei moaned. “Sorry.” I relaxed my grip, slightly. I remembered…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Upon opening the door of the laboratory, we found Dr Mizumi squatted on a plank of wooden boards nailed together. His tongue stuck out as he pressed his thumb against a thick red line painted at intervals to make a numerical scale. “Eight metres exactly,” he confirmed, before scooping up some water and moistening his lips. “Chalybeate content is palatable. Beetroot combination perhaps?” He looked up as the door closed. “Ah, hello you two. I’ve left…
Winter in Castle Town was always a big deal. Celebrations with families honoring the Longest Night and the coming Spring. Growing up, my father used to decorate our house in bright, colorful lights and my mother would burn pine in the hearth, and the whole house was always filled with the smells of hearty meals and the sounds of both of them laughing. Then, as I grew weary with my belly full, my mother would take my hand and lead…
|| Part Sixty-Seven || Part Sixty-Nine || Part Sixty-Eight Twilight was lingering over the mountains, casting long and dark shadows across the grounds of the North Castle. This made the approach easier for Osmond, Fado, and Huron. The trio tiptoed their way along the water’s edge and found themselves directly underneath the stone bridge that led to the main landing. “Where’s this entrance?” Huron asked in a whisper. “There’re supposedly three windows, one in each cardinal direction. We’ll have to…
|| Part Sixty-Six || Part Sixty-Eight || Part Sixty-Seven They rested until the first lights of the morning sun were illuminating the sky. Then, the trio gathered their gear and emerged from the bridge. The road north was the same that Osmond had ridden in on a few short weeks ago before they’d departed for Kingdom Bay. There was a small scar on Osmond’s arm that he had begun to feel more in the time since coming to the North…
|| Part Sixty-Five || Part Sixty-Seven || Part Sixty-Six Huron grabbed a moblin by its collar and hurled him through a house. Then, with tremendous speed, he charged in and slammed his shoulder into the monster before it could fully recover. As Huron stepped back out into the street, the house shook as the sound of a bomb erupted over the other noise. A sense of worry came over the Sage of Fire. Was that Liam? What if it was…
|| Part Sixty-Four || Part Sixty-Six || Part Sixty-Five In a flash the soldier reached across his body and pulled his sword free. He slashed at Osmond’s chest with the blade, but Osmond leapt back before the blade could break his skin. Osmond retaliated with a powerful swing downward. The soldier deflected it and brought his heel up and into Osmond’s stomach. Osmond bounced into the crate behind him, then spun away as the soldier attacked again. With the soldier’s…
