[Waking is much like dreaming.

[Consciousness is a deep fog of sounds and shadowy images. It is made of the faces she has seen, yesterday and tomorrow; the smell of battles won and lost; the ghost of tears on her cheeks or lips on her mouth.

["Brother! No!" " ...my hour of need..." "I've been waiting for you..." "...you are a true hero!" "Our ( Read more... )

[There's no chaos in Hyrule Field today. No bullets flying. No bombs exploding. No teammates shouting for a Medic. No enemies getting blown to smithereens.

To Zelda Sheik, something is terribly wrong with this picture.

A sudden flash of bright light occurs somewhere in the field. It quickly fades, revealing in its place a strange, but well- ( Read more... )

[The spirit-butler of the now-clean wooden door stood underneath the shelter of his master's cabin, the place that had been his home for more years than he could count. The man was semi-transparent to the eye, he shouldn't have even been outside his door without duties to do... But it had been so long now since his master had returned.

He looked ( Read more... )

[Captain Viscen stands atop the Castletown gate, staring out across Hyrule Field with a weather eye ( Read more... )