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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 9:52 pm
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{If you are not Griett or Elesariin, do not post. You may read along.}
Welcome to Hyrule!
It has been about 200 years since the death of the last Queen Zelda, fifth of that name, and the kingdom has completely recovered from the brief but devastating reign of Twilight; in fact, many are now convinced that the invasion never happened at all, and is nothing more than a fairy story left over from a much more solid, practical sort of war. The scope of the kingdom has changed much; losing the small providence of Ordin to a neighboring kingdom while expanding outward in other areas. The Zora are seldom heard from anymore, and the Goron tribes have faded into little more than stories, though people are still reluctant to approach the flaming mountain that looms above Kakoriko.
The birth of the latest Princess Zelda was met with more than a little superstitious muttering, as a royal girl being gifted with the name of Zelda always seemed to signal catastrophe. However, as the girl grew up, nothing much seemed to happen. The kingdom remained prosperous and stable, with no signs whatsoever of splintering from within, and only a few minor skirmishes to trouble the outermost borders-- moreover, those were mostly naval battles. All and all, as the princess approached her 18th birthday, there were few who remained worried in the slightest.
The King, Allean the third, was one of those few.
In the months leading up to his daughter's coming of age, the King heard more and more alarming whispers through his network of spies, whispers that hinted at a horrible fate for his only heir. Despite his best efforts, he could find no concrete evidence to either prove or disprove these frightening rumors, and nor could he seem to have them tracked back to their source. Growing desperate, he restricted the unhappy girl to the palace grounds, and set about finding her a suitable bodyguard.
Little did he know that someone--or rather two someones-- had been waiting for him to do exactly that...
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 10:02 pm
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A sudden flash of lightning streaked across the dark and clouded sky, branching out like the limbs of dead trees before dissipating into nothing, the only indication that it had existed was a thunderous roar that echoed and pounded the ears of those below. Rain fell in heavy sheets, threatening to cause flash floods and of course soak anyone who was foolish enough to venture outside. Below this chaotic storm was a large town, filled with many homes, roads laid with cobblestone, and even a large square for venders to set up their booths and street performers to earn their money. In the center of this town sat a large castle, surrounded by high stone walls and wooden gates that even the largest of armies would have trouble bursting through without a battering ram of epic proportions or catapult.
Princess Zelda, sixth of that name, hated that gate. No, that was too specific; she hated the entire structure attached to the gate. In other words, she hated the castle. Her home.
Sitting quietly at one end of a ridiculously long table, she twisted the napkin in her lap into knots; a rather pathetic outlet for what was gradually becoming unfathomable frustration, but the only one she had just then. She was positive that if someone did not say something soon, she was going to scream. Instead of stating that fact, however, she took another spoonful of her soup. It was very good, for whatever that was worth. Warm, too, which was perfect for such an awful, not to mention chilly, night. She risked a look at her father, checking to see if he was looking at her, maybe waiting for her to speak, but he seemed to be completely occupied with his mutton; her eyes quickly snapped back to her bowl.
The tension in the room was so thick that she was actually finding it difficult to move her spoon between her mouth and the soup, and worst of all, she had no idea why it was there! What was going on? Why on earth did no one ever tell her anything? Of course, she could never ask about it; she was a princess, and princesses did not do such things. I really am going to scream, she thought to herself, It is going to sneak up on me and just force its way out. Even as she had the thought, she knew it wasn't true. Princesses did not randomly scream in front of their fathers, either.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:26 am
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Dwelling back in the little town of the forest, the kokiri still lived as they always had and always will. Tiny mights of this tribe, still no one had ever thought or dared to leave. The same small houses and landscapes never changed, and even as time passed, no one grew up, except one twinkling boy- almost man by now, who hadn't thought to leave either... The forest cast a small shadow on a home in the village. The home of Link, who was becoming quiet the teenage man actually.
The silky blonde hair had only escaped a little in fringes of bangs and two long sets by his ear from the long green hat that traditional kokiri boys and girls wore. His ears were long and pointy like all the Kokiri, with an occasional small silver ring piercing or two. He had beaming blue eyes that seemed to speak more than he did, and this little blue ball of light- the fairy Navi was looping in the air above his head. He was sitting outside of the rooted, and firm tree that was his home, leaning against its side, sharpening his blade, when a large gust of wind shattered his concentration, and he looked up.
The wind must have blown at least 100 miles per hour and threw Navi off as she struggled with all of her might to fly against it, her wings must have gave because she was blustered off somewhere, and Link grabbed onto the strong roots of his home, until it died down to only a small whisper. A minute passed by and Navi found her way back to Link-
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:35 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 9:06 pm
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A moment or two later, a brigade of very large, very fierce looking men on enormous, armored horses entered the clearing. The leader of them appeared to be an older man with snow white hair, a deeply seemed face, and odd red eyes; he rode at the front of the formation, and as they drew closer to Link, those strange eyes flicked everywhere, taking in every detail. Within a few seconds they settled on the young man's face, and then they widened. Immediately, the man brought his hand up, pulling both his steed and then entire formation to an abrupt halt.
Without drawing any closer, the man called, "Are ye one of the Kakori, boy?" His voice was as rough as his appearance, and there was something sharp about his expression. The men behind him seemed to find this question rather funny, and chuckled. The sound was, for some reason, a fairly dark one. The leader, however, remained serious. Without waiting for a response, he barked, "Speak up!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 3:11 pm
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