[Zelda peers out the window of the laboratory on the shores of Lake Hylia, looking to see if the rain has slowed. It's pouring down as hard as ever, and the sparsely furnished laboratory is feeling damper and chillier by the moment. She sighs and turns away from the window, resigning herself to spending the night here. At least there's a stack of ( Read more... )

[It's quiet on the road from Castletown to the palace--or what ought to be the palace, but is yet Ganondorf's citadel. Zelda moved along the dry dirt path, silent; she had picked up a thing or two from Sheik. Ordinarily he would never allow her to do this alone, but in his current condition, there's nothing he can do. She is alone in this ( Read more... )

[The howling of the wind is what wakes him. The wind, the sand, the heat, the grit. He hurts everywhere. Sheik raises his head slowly, opens his eyes, instantly shuts them again. He's woken into a sandstorm--no, the beginning of one. If it were a true sandstorm, he might be stripped to the bone by now ( Read more... )

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[One of the best things about living in Kakariko Village is having useful and pleasant neighbors. Shad has recently had some conversations with the female Sheikah, the one Sheiky refers to as 'Spirit.' He's told her of the strange stones he has seen in different places around this Hyrule ( Read more... )

[The Field at night. A heavy rainfall. Grass slick underfoot. Lightning across the sky.]

[A lone figure standing before an outcrapping of stone is briefly illuminated. The light flashes along the blade in his hand.]

You never thought I didn't exist in this world. You know better than that, child.[The voice comes not so much in words as in images ( Read more... )

[It's a cold afternoon, but not an icy one. The snow falling gently on the Lost Woods makes the world seem muffled in white. The notes of an ocarina drift faint and husky through the trees, from the Forest Temple clearing where Zelda plays seated in an old, gnarled tree, bent with weight and age nearly to the ground. Wedged snugly between a thick ( Read more... )

[A golden winged hawk glides down currents of air, circling and circling as he searches for yet another character to add to the mismatched collection in the ancient sky book. He needs to seek this out for the hero and by helping the hero he will aid the princess, the slender and sad princess he wants nothing more than to hold and comfort ( Read more... )

( All I want is to be your harbor )

[The snow falling gently over Kakariko's cemetary is almost poetic, if one is inclined to view it so. In his present state, Sheik hardly is. The shadow temple is a difficult lure to resist, but he sits against a gravestone with his back to the outcropping of rock that hides its entrance, as though the dead might conceal him. And why not ( Read more... )

[There is that which seems like it could never change to Zelda, no matter how many long centuries Hyrule endures. This field, the waving sea of grass that seems to go on endlessly in every direction, the blue arch of the bright sky, Din's gift of the land, upon which Nayru birthed the law and Farore birthed its people. This is what she cannot ( Read more... )