[Spring's time has drawn to its end; its annual duties have concluded. Today is the day to awaken the Summer.]

[The Oracle of Seasons makes her way to the center of Hyrule Field. Hyrule has no Temple of Seasons, but she finds the field suitable to her work. It is bright, and open, and lets her commune with the spirits perfectly well.]

[A long ( Read more... )

[It's a peaceful day on Hyrule Field. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and in the general direction of Castle Town, there are some very strange sounds indeed ( 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... )

[Red is a favorite colour of his, but he doesn't like seeing it in such a large pool at his feet ( Read more... )

[Zelda doesn't cook, and there's a good reason for that. Namely, she tends to burn things beyond any sort of recognition, and none of it is edible whatsoever ( Read more... )

( The unspoken creed of the universe dictates thusly: the presence of a hero necessitates that of a predator. )

[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... )

[A lazy day with nothing to do, and Sheik has found himself back to Kakariko like a moth drawn to a flame. He's cross-legged in the grass on the hill that the windmill stands on, leaning against one of the great stone sides in the shade with flute in hand - occasionally playing a melody, mostly just holding on to its comforting weight ( Read more... )

[Well, this is a quaint set-up, isn't it ( Read more... )

[She was running.

Zelda could hear her footsteps thudding through the castle that was disintegrating around her, nearly in time with her pounding heart. One, two, three, four... The steps were rhythmic, steady. Her breathing sounded heavy to her; almost foreign and inhuman as she inhaled and exhaled with the beat of her heart. She didn't know how ( Read more... )