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==Biography==
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==Fan Fiction==
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I thought I'd toss in a fan fiction section here.  Every week expect a new read.  Great place to be if you're bored.  This is one of my favorites I submitted for Garo's WCC:
Pending
 
A Link In Time
Shades of Misery
 
King Aegeus briskly strolled through the palace court ordering his servants to and fro. “I’ve received message from adjacent fishermen. They claim to have spotted my boy’s vessel. Theseus is finally coming home!”
 
Removing his crown, Aegues wiped the sweat from his brow. He had been worried that his son wouldn’t persevere but it had been for naught. Climbing the velvet carpeted staircase, Aegues entered his son’s room; it had been vacant for several weeks now. Everything was about to change. Thumbing a picture by the bed side, Aegues’s eyes glossed over his long deceased wife. It was the last image he would ever see of her. “If only you were here to experience this moment. Our son returns glorious, triumphant, a hero.” Stifling tears, he exited the room quietly closing the door behind him.
 
After receiving news from the king, the city was bustling with preparations. Athens had always been the capital of glamor; today its aesthetic beauty was compounded to an unprecedented degree. Vendors enticed passerby with the scent of fresh roasted fish; jesters juggled balls through spinning hula hoops; hunters advertised their hides to the fine gentlemen seeking to impress their wives.
 
The din arose as the royal procession proceeded to the Parthenon. A light breeze swept the air rustling the hairs of the king’s graying beard. He wasn’t the man he used to be with eyelids drooping and purple tinted but he was fitter than most men his age. Top honors in military school had paid off after all.
 
A beggar approached the imperial march. “Out of the way,” one of the king’s attendants snarled. But Aegues held up his hand greeting the stranger with an amiable smile.
 
“Bring this man food and water. Clothe him and provide shelter. Today is a joyous day for me and the entire city of Athens. Leave no one out of the revelries.”
 
“Yes, my lord,” the attendant murmured.
 
What had been a pale white dot at the start of the voyage now appeared in plain view. The Parthenon towered over the adjacent monuments, a testament to Greek architecture, a citadel dedicated to the Goddess Athena. It was in her honor that Aegeus would lay his blessing. The scheduled prayers never occurred.
 
“Your highness, the ship has arrived,” a civil servant proclaimed from the entrance to the temple. Without hesitance, Aegeus turned his back on the statue of the Goddess and rushed outside to witness the moment with his own eyes.
 
Ships at a distance carry every man’s wish onboard.
 
Today was different. Aegeus’ veins swelled and forehead reddened as his heart thumped harder and harder-a palpitation every second, now two for every second, three for every second. Soon his body could endure no more. Emitting a shrill cry, he darted from the Parthenon into the dense foliage below. Stumbling on a rock, Aegeus dismissed the blood flowing from the cut on his hand.
 
He had thought, hoped that his eyes had deceived him but this was not the case. A black sail perched on top of the vessel. “My son, my one and only son…why did you perish and leave your poor father behind? I’ve lost the final pearl in my life. What sense is there in existence?”
 
What crossed his mind was taboo and grounds for eternal damnation but he no longer cared. Tragedy had consumed him for nights when his fair maiden passed into the netherworld ten years prior. He wouldn’t put up with it once more. Extending his arms perpendicular to his trunk and palms facing up, the king closed his eyes, graying beard rustling in the wind. It was a serene moment with seagulls squawking overhead. The solid ground gave way beneath his feet as his lungs filled with liquid, the salt burning the open wound on his hand.
 
***
 
Theseus entered the Parthenon with muted delight. Foreboding glances were cast at him and when he saw the throne lying on the pedestal of the Goddess he understood. Aegeus was nowhere to be found. The patrol team had managed to obtain his crown from the unforgiving waves.
 
The hero of Athens placed the crown on his forehead. His hands were bloodied from the beast, heart broken by a lecherous women, mind tarnished with memories of his parents. Yet there was hope. A rise ensued from every fall. Fire and ice clouded his countenance. The blazing anger of his youth remained but it was matched with new introspection. Rising, he exited the building, head up, back straight. The next Golden Age had begun.Very well then, you are the very hero who rescued me from the clutches of an ancient evil that transcended time itself. We must not allow for one stumbling block to halt progress. Humanity shall see brighter days. The Princess needs your help! Hurry!” her voice dissipating into the darkness.
 
He woke up sweating but determined. Suddenly he understood. He was the one destined to save the princess. Time had looped itself in an endless curse of death, destruction, and devastation. But where there is fear, hope exists as well. The Triforce was an answer-A vessel to reassure his mind and slay a villain of old. He had failed once but it would never happen again. Ganon’s cause was lost.

Latest revision as of 20:10, July 7, 2019

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Biography

I'll keep it succinct for now although I'll probably add more information later.

I was born in the city of Chicago and have lived in the adjacent suburbs ever since. Heck, I'm only ten minutes away from Mases. It's a small world.

I'm your typical average guy who strives to be something more. I've always wanted to be something more. This ambition comes as both a blessing and a curse.

While striving for self-improvement is an honorable end, it's spurred a crazed insanity in me. I try to keep tabs on everyone and am incessantly afraid that those around me are involved in some plotting conspiracy. This frenzy traditionally escalates at night.

I know that's not true, however, and I'm, trying to uncover my true self. *sigh* I'm unsure why I'm venting here of all places, in a public domain, a Zelda Wiki but sometimes I feel like I'm caving in and giving up is the easiest route. But I know I can't do that. That would be the weak way out.

ZD Time

I started using the main site in late 2008/early 2009. I came for the walkthroughs, stayed for the curiosity shop, and ever since have been commenting avidly on news posts and the forums. I now wish to make major contributions to the site wiki.

Fan Fiction

Pending