[Little Zelda lies on her back in the middle of Hyrule Field, golden hair spilling around her. It's not a precisely sunny day; there is sunlight but it's wrestling to make its way through various cloud patterns. She's got absolutely nothing better to do, so she's lying here, letting her mind organize the clouds into recognizable shapes. That one ( Read more... )

[It's a quiet and balmy morning in Hyrule Field. Most of the trapped residents are sound asleep, dreaming comfortably in unfamiliar beds ( Read more... )

Shadow Link found himself sitting in Hyrule Field. Again. "...so...is this my Hyrule? Or that strange Hyrule?" He muttered to himself ( Read more... )

( A pondering between good and evil. )

[A foul wind is blowing.]

[On it is carried a scent, a hint of fear - of approaching evil. It materialises in a swirl of light in the middle of Hyrule Field, depositing... an innocuous-looking young man with really, really ridiculous hair.]

[The young man looks around the field, and blinks.]

[He opens his mouth.]

Gee. It sure is BORING around

[You know, there really shouldn't be Iron Knuckles, of all things, in the Lost Woods. It simply isn't heard of, after all. And yet, here are a total of three of them. Such madness! They lumber slowly through the winding trees, looking for something...or perhaps someone? Yes, the target they've set their sights on ( Read more... )

[The second-smallest Princess in Hyrule is not doing very well today. She's sitting as close to her fire as she can, wrapped in a blanket. Zelda has a cold, as she sometimes does when the seasons change, and anyone walking past her door will undoubtedly hear a tiny, delicate, high-pitched ACHOO! periodically.]

Ugh. Dis is udcomberble.

*LOOMS*

[This is, for the most part, a mingling post. The moon will simply plummet and occasionally beg for help. I do hope this is okay with everyone.]

[Shadow Link could feel it as he entered the ancient building. It'd been calling to him, for so long. The power drawing him back to it. It took a while, but he managed to make his way to where it was ( Read more... )

[Eyes squinting against the gleaming sun, the young boy groaned. After a feeble attempt at lifting himself and finding that the effort involved was much too great, Red succumbed to his fatigue, throwing an arm across his face in an effort to block out the blinding rays of light.

Wait…

Something wasn’t right…

Wet… Something was wet. His sleeve? ( Read more... )