Previous Chapter Chapter Two: The Buried and the Damned “We will hide here for now.” “Impa, we have to go back! We can’t just-” “No, Highness, we will hide here.” “But Link might need help, and my father is still in the castle! We can’t just leave them!” “Highness, please understand-” “Take me back, Impa! I can’t just hide here! What about my father, my people?” “We will stay here.” “You want me to just hide as everything…
Chapter One: Into the Crypt There are ghosts down here. Dark spirits and monsters. Forgotten battles of the dead and the damned. Silence that echoes through barren halls and stilled hearts. Down here, we are buried. Down here, we are lost. Down here, we cannot speak. Souls of history that the kings of annals would rather forget, condemned to fight as demons and malice only written in tales you tell to your children, dark tales of history. We fought you….
|| Part Fifty-Seven || Part Fifty-Nine || Part Fifty-Eight Osmond and Fado didn’t say much to one another as they made their way back through the mountains and toward Kingdom Bay. Rutela’s passing provided more questions than they could have imagined. Why did Adok try to kill her? Who was she referring to? What do Huron and Erie have to do with all this? The questions circled endlessly through Osmond’s head that night as they camped out. Fado, for his…
|| Part Fifty-Six || Part Fifty-Eight || Part Fifty-Seven The cold rain that had been pouring was still coming down. As Fado and Osmond emerged from a small doorway into the temple sanctuary, they took in the scenario that was there to greet them. The offertory basin was unlit, but fresh kindling had been stacked. The rain was falling all around but only beginning to creep in on the edges of the platform. The green ceiling was held up by…
|| Part Fifty-Five || Part Fifty-Seven || Part Fifty-Six “It sure is nasty out there,” Huron said as he entered the tent and brushed off the small layer of snow that had built up on his shoulders. “Yes, my lord,” one of the soldiers said, drawing a line across a map on one of the five tables. “Any word from the first detachment? Are things still well near the Gerudo Gate?” “No word, sir. I imagine this storm though has slowed…
|| Part Fifty-Four || Part Fifty-Six || Part Fifty-Five The Crenel Pass was a valley in the mountains that connected the Crenel Mountain Peak to the Black Cliffs along the coast of the Dinraal Sea. Most of the valley existed because it was once a quarry for stone in the rebuilding but also the construction of Kingdom Bay. However, part of the pass was already there before the Hylians began to mine it. According to legends, Crenel Peak was once home…
|| Part Fifty-Three || Part Fifty-Five || Part Fifty-Four “Thank you, Your Grace,” the kindly woman said, her eyes hiding amid the wrinkles around them. Zelda wiped a bit of sweat and grime from her forehead and nodded to the woman as she lifted her basin of water. She poured the dirty water out near a makeshift latrine and then moved to refill the bowl near the well. For three days, she had been attending to the injured and sick. The…
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|| Previous Chapter || -One Hundred Years After the Seal- The crash of a vase and violent shaking woke Saria. An earthquake? She thought. After a moment, the shaking receded, but whatever sunlight was shining through the window faded. Every hair on Saria’s arms and neck stood on end. The sensation she had felt so many years ago was in full force, and it was at this moment she knew. The seal is broken. She rushed outside of her house. Fado…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || -Seventy Years After the Seal- When Saria played her ocarina with Fado on the violin, she felt transported to another world. Ever since Fado became her apprentice, he had taken on his role very seriously. Saria tried to teach him everything she knew about the Sage’s power and their history, including sealing magic and imbuing their instruments with power. Fado discovered he had an affinity for calming the winds and unofficially dubbed himself the…
