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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:
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:


A Link In Time
Origins
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!
“I’m sorry but your services are no longer required. You are relieved from your duties.”


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.  
The pink slip sat on my desktop, a misplaced omen among my tidy stalks of papers.


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.
Is this happening to me?  Is this really happening to me?  No, it can’t be true.


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.
The lights in the office hallway seemed dimmer than usual.  All the doors were shut. I knocked on my boss’s door.  No reply.  I knocked again.  No reply. I decided to walk in.


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.
“Don, we need to talk-“


“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.”
“Sorry, Brandon, no can do,” my boss interrupted.  “The economy is continuing to contract. Supervisor positions like yours need to be removed in an increasingly mechanized work place. It cuts costs, boosts efficiency, and streamlines the process.”


“Yes, my lord,” the attendant murmured.
I was disgusted with his recited words.


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.
Didn’t he understand my situation?  Did this man not have a heart?


“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.
I had been working for him for seven years yet I had failed to penetrate his emotions once.


Ships at a distance carry every man’s wish onboard.
“Look, I have a four year old daughter at home.  It’s hard enough being a single parent.  She’ll be starting preschool soon.  Imagine how she’ll feel when she finds out the other children have both a mother and a father.  Also, how will I pay for her education.  You can’t deny my daughter the learning she needs.


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.
“Calm your nerves, Brandon. You can always apply for unemployment. They help tens of thousands of people like you-“


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?
“No!” I bellowed, no longer able to contain my emotions. “Please, hear me out.”


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.
Don stood up motioning to the security guard standing outside the door. My plight was hopeless.  It was over.


***
“Boom!”  My suitcase hit the kitchen chair with a loud thud.  Exasperated, I sat down letting out a deep sigh. I turned my heads towards the dining room.  A pair of tiny blue eyes greeted me.


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.
“Daddy, you’re home!”


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.
“Yes, I am, Annalise.”


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.
“Let’s play, Daddy!  I’ve been lonely without you,” she said, jutting her low lip out in a sorrowful expression.
 
I couldn’t help but feel pity for her when she puckered like that.
 
Attempting to release the rest of my negative sentiments, I took several deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling slowly each time.  Then, I trudged up the stairs.  On the window side lay a picture of our family-my wife and our daughter.  Or at least what used to be our family before my wife passed away.
 
“Maria, I’m sorry.  I’ve failed you again.  I never understood why you married a man like myself with some many more athletic, intelligent, practical guys out there.”  Suppressing the heaving from my chest, a tear dropped.  Then another.
 
“Daddy, are you alright?”
 
It was my little girl.  She was very observant for a four year old.
 
“Yes, honey.  A piece of dust entered my eye.  That’s all.”
 
Putting on a light jacket, I took Annalise outside and headed for the park.  The first signs of spring showed-blooming flower birds, chirping birds, a warm sun.  Yesterday had been a chillier day but that was hardly detectable among the current light breeze and fresh air.
 
The park was empty. That was hardly surprising granted it was 10 am on a Wednesday.
 
I should be working too.  This isn’t fair.  Life isn’t fair.
 
Shoving these thoughts out of my mind, I turned to my daughter.  She stood with a big grin on her face taking in the sights and sounds. This was the first spring she was old enough to appreciate the weather and all the changes it brought.
 
“Daddy, where is the snow from last week?  Will it ever return?” she inquired.
 
“Yes, darling,” I retorted.  “It’s the cycle of seasons-spring, summer, fall, winter.  It’s the pattern of nature.  The snow will be here once more in due time.”
 
“That’s good,” she giggled.  “But I prefer this weather.  It’s so beautiful outside.”  She ran towards a bird perched on an adjacent tree, her radiant smile never leaving her rosy cheeked face.
 
She’s just like Maria.  Like mother, like daughter.  The pattern of nature.  Hmm.  Maria loved the outdoors.  What would she say?
 
“Don’t wallow in your misery, Brandon.  Life is a cycle of ups and downs.  It’s just like nature.  The days shorten during winter as plants shed their leaves and frostbite chills the air. But everything begins anew with spring.  The days lengthen, plants regrow their leaves, the sun light casts it warmth again.  You may have hit a roadblock but there is hope yet.”
 
Turning around, I searched frantically for her. 
 
It must have been my imagination.  Perhaps the wind was playing tricks on me.
 
Returning home, I kissed Annalise on the forehead before climbing the stairs. There she was-my wife-looking young and jubilant as ever.  Portrait or not, I felt her presence by me.  A tear streamed down my cheek reminiscing the time we spent together.  But it wasn’t a tear of sadness or remorse. No. It was a sign that I hadn’t lost something very precious.
 
Hope.

Revision as of 23:35, February 28, 2013

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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

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:

Origins

“I’m sorry but your services are no longer required. You are relieved from your duties.”

The pink slip sat on my desktop, a misplaced omen among my tidy stalks of papers.

Is this happening to me? Is this really happening to me? No, it can’t be true.

The lights in the office hallway seemed dimmer than usual. All the doors were shut. I knocked on my boss’s door. No reply. I knocked again. No reply. I decided to walk in.

“Don, we need to talk-“

“Sorry, Brandon, no can do,” my boss interrupted. “The economy is continuing to contract. Supervisor positions like yours need to be removed in an increasingly mechanized work place. It cuts costs, boosts efficiency, and streamlines the process.”

I was disgusted with his recited words.

Didn’t he understand my situation? Did this man not have a heart?

I had been working for him for seven years yet I had failed to penetrate his emotions once.

“Look, I have a four year old daughter at home. It’s hard enough being a single parent. She’ll be starting preschool soon. Imagine how she’ll feel when she finds out the other children have both a mother and a father. Also, how will I pay for her education. You can’t deny my daughter the learning she needs.”

“Calm your nerves, Brandon. You can always apply for unemployment. They help tens of thousands of people like you-“

“No!” I bellowed, no longer able to contain my emotions. “Please, hear me out.”

Don stood up motioning to the security guard standing outside the door. My plight was hopeless. It was over.

“Boom!” My suitcase hit the kitchen chair with a loud thud. Exasperated, I sat down letting out a deep sigh. I turned my heads towards the dining room. A pair of tiny blue eyes greeted me.

“Daddy, you’re home!”

“Yes, I am, Annalise.”

“Let’s play, Daddy! I’ve been lonely without you,” she said, jutting her low lip out in a sorrowful expression.

I couldn’t help but feel pity for her when she puckered like that.

Attempting to release the rest of my negative sentiments, I took several deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling slowly each time. Then, I trudged up the stairs. On the window side lay a picture of our family-my wife and our daughter. Or at least what used to be our family before my wife passed away.

“Maria, I’m sorry. I’ve failed you again. I never understood why you married a man like myself with some many more athletic, intelligent, practical guys out there.” Suppressing the heaving from my chest, a tear dropped. Then another.

“Daddy, are you alright?”

It was my little girl. She was very observant for a four year old.

“Yes, honey. A piece of dust entered my eye. That’s all.”

Putting on a light jacket, I took Annalise outside and headed for the park. The first signs of spring showed-blooming flower birds, chirping birds, a warm sun. Yesterday had been a chillier day but that was hardly detectable among the current light breeze and fresh air.

The park was empty. That was hardly surprising granted it was 10 am on a Wednesday.

I should be working too. This isn’t fair. Life isn’t fair.

Shoving these thoughts out of my mind, I turned to my daughter. She stood with a big grin on her face taking in the sights and sounds. This was the first spring she was old enough to appreciate the weather and all the changes it brought.

“Daddy, where is the snow from last week? Will it ever return?” she inquired.

“Yes, darling,” I retorted. “It’s the cycle of seasons-spring, summer, fall, winter. It’s the pattern of nature. The snow will be here once more in due time.”

“That’s good,” she giggled. “But I prefer this weather. It’s so beautiful outside.” She ran towards a bird perched on an adjacent tree, her radiant smile never leaving her rosy cheeked face.

She’s just like Maria. Like mother, like daughter. The pattern of nature. Hmm. Maria loved the outdoors. What would she say?

“Don’t wallow in your misery, Brandon. Life is a cycle of ups and downs. It’s just like nature. The days shorten during winter as plants shed their leaves and frostbite chills the air. But everything begins anew with spring. The days lengthen, plants regrow their leaves, the sun light casts it warmth again. You may have hit a roadblock but there is hope yet.”

Turning around, I searched frantically for her.

It must have been my imagination. Perhaps the wind was playing tricks on me.

Returning home, I kissed Annalise on the forehead before climbing the stairs. There she was-my wife-looking young and jubilant as ever. Portrait or not, I felt her presence by me. A tear streamed down my cheek reminiscing the time we spent together. But it wasn’t a tear of sadness or remorse. No. It was a sign that I hadn’t lost something very precious.

Hope.