Jetter
Type to myself in silence
- Joined
- Nov 8, 2009
- Location
- Washington, USA
Hello. It's me... Jetter... I haven't been here in ages, and this is just one of my random trips. I came up with an idea and thought I would share. So against my rambling I present you with the thread for creating backstories of that one character you never really new or may have met in a Zelda game. Essentially, choose a character that you had to do a quest for and write a backstory for him/her. In my example story I chose to write about the Guard's son, the father being the guard at the foothill's gate in Kakariko Village. bleh... I always must explain things with a mouthful of words... And so, I hope you enjoy this quite short-short story (only three paragraphs...) Oh and this story is just one to start many others. I want everyone to participate in it, so we can see what others think about what happened to people or who they were. Thank you...
I stared down the aisle of the dark corridor, realizing that my fate may be quick if I were to take another step. While I was in that trance I could hardly breathe, feeling the pressure of death releasing itself upon me. I quickly fell back as I tried not to move anyway forward. I found myself to be in the lost woods of the forgotten forest. Just to point out some things to you. I came here to find out what happened to someone that I admire and who all of us should in Hyrule. His name is Link and is known with the title of The Hero of Time. I am not related to him, but I have a connection that I thank my father for. When I was no older than six years old, I asked my father to buy me a Keaton mask.
At the time, my father was a guard working for the new town of Kakariko. He was posted on the gate to the Death Mountain Trail. I was always at home in Castle town, nothing to do. I would read stories about the yellow foxes that stealthily pranced around in bush circles. They would sometimes play tricks on travelers passing by, but in the end, the traveler would always become a little wiser. I found that they brought fun into the barren highways of Hyrule. If I could choose to do such a service, I would. According to the tales of the Keaton, a person could only summon one (without the Keaton’s intent of meeting the person) was to wear a mask resembling it’s face. As these stories were popular in my childhood, there should be someone who carved such masks. Indeed there was. A new shop had opened and from the advertisements I saw, I immediately picked out the Keaton’s mask. My father was fair and controlled the family fund. I begged him to purchase the Keaton mask for me, but he always said he never had the time.
But one day, my father said that a small boy who appeared to be from the forest came to him with a letter from the princess herself. The letter stated that my father should let the boy, named Link, through to the mountain trail. Being a clever man, my father told Link that he should purchase a mask for his little boy and would pay him the amount back. Link did so and I received my mask. My happiness was raised so much and I couldn’t wait to try it out. My mother even took me out one day to the field by Lon Lon Ranch. It was a long walk there, but when we made it, I began immediately to test it on the nearest bush circle. Ever since then I have admired the Hero, Link as a savior for my profession today and the reason I am so happy.
I stared down the aisle of the dark corridor, realizing that my fate may be quick if I were to take another step. While I was in that trance I could hardly breathe, feeling the pressure of death releasing itself upon me. I quickly fell back as I tried not to move anyway forward. I found myself to be in the lost woods of the forgotten forest. Just to point out some things to you. I came here to find out what happened to someone that I admire and who all of us should in Hyrule. His name is Link and is known with the title of The Hero of Time. I am not related to him, but I have a connection that I thank my father for. When I was no older than six years old, I asked my father to buy me a Keaton mask.
At the time, my father was a guard working for the new town of Kakariko. He was posted on the gate to the Death Mountain Trail. I was always at home in Castle town, nothing to do. I would read stories about the yellow foxes that stealthily pranced around in bush circles. They would sometimes play tricks on travelers passing by, but in the end, the traveler would always become a little wiser. I found that they brought fun into the barren highways of Hyrule. If I could choose to do such a service, I would. According to the tales of the Keaton, a person could only summon one (without the Keaton’s intent of meeting the person) was to wear a mask resembling it’s face. As these stories were popular in my childhood, there should be someone who carved such masks. Indeed there was. A new shop had opened and from the advertisements I saw, I immediately picked out the Keaton’s mask. My father was fair and controlled the family fund. I begged him to purchase the Keaton mask for me, but he always said he never had the time.
But one day, my father said that a small boy who appeared to be from the forest came to him with a letter from the princess herself. The letter stated that my father should let the boy, named Link, through to the mountain trail. Being a clever man, my father told Link that he should purchase a mask for his little boy and would pay him the amount back. Link did so and I received my mask. My happiness was raised so much and I couldn’t wait to try it out. My mother even took me out one day to the field by Lon Lon Ranch. It was a long walk there, but when we made it, I began immediately to test it on the nearest bush circle. Ever since then I have admired the Hero, Link as a savior for my profession today and the reason I am so happy.
Yours is good too.
