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The White Goddess bowed down and took the cold skinned hero in her arms. She could not hear the man's heart beating anymore. The Goddess spoke to him softly. Explaining the hero's destiny. Explaining his painful life full of suffering.
Even she knew, Link wouldn't hear.
A sparkling tear rolled down the Goddess Hylia's cheek and dropped on the face of the hero. The goddess regretted her choice. Her people were saved now, yes, but she had sacrificed a very good man.
The man she had loved the most of her people.
The man, she still loved.
The man, who had loved her back.
Another tear dropped.
A tear of the Goddess.
"I will ensure that your gentle, heroic spirit will live on eternally..." she quietly promised to her hero while more tears fell down.
Drip, drop. Drip, drop.
The silent cry of the Goddess.
Her voice had turned only to a whisper. "And I..." she said, "I shall shed my divinity. The next time we meet, I wish to stand before you as a simple human..."
Hylia wanted to
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"Do not worry. I will not kill you."
It repeats through the emptiness of the forest. In the depths of Faron.
When will death come? I do not know.
All that remains in the depths is a small lake, gleaming in the sun. I sit at the edge, waiting. And waiting.
Waiting. Waiting to Patience. Patience... to agony. Agony to death.
I'm rambling, I know. Anxiety makes me feel like I must talk. Am I crazy? I would not believe so. You may think. But you do not know me. The agony I feel in my experience close to the claws of death, is hard to grasp.
But who really knows about death, and lives to tell the tale?
I just wish...
The Legend of Zelda: Unfrozen - Chapter 2
Normal morning passes by. Normally not much is remembered correctly what is done the day before whereas the day tomorrow equalled the previous except for either very immense memory capability, a daily diary.
Or if the memory is treasured because it was only little time until an alteration occurred, either an environmental or personally one.
Nevertheless, the matter that one of the stronger members that inhabited the petty, half decayed accumulation of houses surrounded by loads of patched up protection wall and two small watch-towers in dirty white and equally buried beneath knee-high snow coverlet was being killed in an monster's attack three days ago barely contaminated the daily program. The sighting post on both sides needed to be recruited with sharp eyes, the hick town's smith fire and only really source of comfortable warmth of the whole village wanted to be fed and the animals needed a feeding hand full with dry cornstalks of wheat that grew in the l
The Legend of Zelda: Unfrozen - Chapter 1
On a warm summer's day, with the chirping orchestra at its opening overture for the evening part, a woman with a thick belly she held slowly approached the brown fence, partly grown over with moss and in a straight manner along the stony path and the young man hoeing on the field behind. It was the soil of both adults, for they inherited this small farm after the decease of its former male owner, the father of the well-looking girl that now clung onto the old fence, watching her for almost two years husband.
She remembered it like yesterday, the time both met, fell in love and struggled to convince her daddy of the benefits the marriage with this strong lad had. Eventually they ended up inheriting the small farm instead of staying in busy town with its smell and sound and safety.
It was when the young hylian lady noticed the gloomy look on her beloved's face. She laughed. "Hey, cheer it up! The seed won't grow any faster if you threaten them with your gaz
The Legend of Zelda: Unfrozen - Chapter 3
Link kept staring right at his aunt wide-eyed, trying to digest the scraps of information that boiled in his gut. Question after question poured down his racing mind.
That was when their sensitive hylian ears picked up a rumbling from near. Before they were able to react, the earth under their feet shook violently as if it wanted to shake off all of its little ground dwellers, leaving them stumbling and screaming and toppling on the snowy ground until the earth settled down once again. "…what was that…?"
Soon after they got their composition back, they picked up panicked flailing and quickly approaching noise from the village. All three turned, aghasted by how the feature of horror distorted the running man's normal visage into one of a mask. "What happened?" his aunt asked harsh as he stopped ahead of them, wheezing like a yak and with sweat of both rush and fear fighting whether to colour the skin in red heat or white snow. "Tha-the s-smith" he
"Maltzar! Maltzar!" A musical voice calls in the darkness. I realize it's only my eyelids. I open them. Fi is over me, in her exquisite human form.
"Hey you..." I say softly, brushing a blue strand from her porcelain face. I'm in my human form. She helps me sit up. We are in the courtyard, surrounded by the other tribes. Every Draghan has been slain and all is quiet and somber. Zelda lays Jade down in front of the stone slab in the ground. The three other Links stand by. Char is silently crying and holding up Zuli who is beside himself with grief. Garnet just looks angry.
"He may still be saved," Zelda says, "if you merge into one again."
"But the Four Sword Pedestal is in the forest!" Garnet snaps. "It would take too long!"
"Use this." Zelda touches the slab beside her.
"Will it work?" Garnet asks doubtfully.
"Fi," Zelda lifts Jade's Four Sword. She takes it on his behalf. The four of the
I wake sharply. My arms are chained behind my back and my ankles are shackled. My blurry vision clears and I see I'm in a courtyard, surrounded by stone walls. The earth sways under me and I vomit explosively. My head hurts so much.
"Jade, did you have to?" Groans a voice next to me. It's Garnet and I see some of my sick got on his boot. Blood is running down his forehead. For once the fiery warrior looks drained of hope. I find Zuli and Char are with us too and we are all tethered to a tall slab of stone that is driven into the ground. How the Draghans got it there I will probably never know. I can see the man with the soot covered skin approaching, Ghirahim at his side, smiling.
I am leaning on my elbow, unable to sit up. The man stands over me and my puddle of sick. I swallow saliva trying to hide my fear in the tension of my jaw. Though my eyes don't falter from his.
"Kiss Lord Dragmire's foot!" Ghirahim hisses with glee.
"What do we do?" Char asks.
Zelda gazes into the fire, hugging the Mirror shield. Zuli traces pictures of a rat in the sand with hearts around it. Garnet sharpens his Four Sword.
"We need an army." I say.
"How?" Zuli asks. "Where do you get an army?"
"The other tribes. All of them suffered because of Demise. If we tell them news I'm sure they will help."
"The only problem is, Demise has the ultimate weapon." Zelda says without looking up. "He has the Ether Blade. Without that our efforts will be futile."
"We have the Master Sword. Fi can talk him out of it- there is still hope for the Ether Blade. You said so yourself that you would find a way to free him and make him human."
She looks at me and smiles but there is sadness in her eyes.
"Alright, Link- I mean Jade." She corrects herself. "Let's do this."
Rallying the tribes was no
Zelda and I sit in dead silence amongst the carnage. Fi has hidden herself in the sword. I can feel she's crying. I freed Maltzar only to lose him again. I am furious with him. He is so selfish! And yet he joined Demise for Fi. And as much as I don't want to admit it, I would have done the same for Zelda.
"What do we do?" I ask her. She swallows, her expression dead.
"We look for the Four Sword." She sighs.
"For Vaati?" I fill in. She nods.
"And the mirror shield. I'm sure the Twin Rova wouldn't miss out on a fight."
"What about Maltzar?" I say.
"I'm going to free him." she looks at me. "Even if it costs me my life."
"Which it won't!" I interject. She smiles sadly.
We travel to the Shrine of Four Seasons: the ruins of the Forest Temple, the place marked on Bruta's map. As we approach it I get the feeling it's watching
All eyes turn to Maltzar.
"No." he backs away, shaking his head. "That's not me."
"What are you saying? That I'm the Ether Blade?" I ask derisively.
"My father was a black smith, okay?" Maltzar snaps. "I remember my mother singing a lullaby to me-"
"-From a dream." I say.
"How would I dream that if I was a fucking sword!!?"
"Mal, calm down-"
"NO I'M NOT CALMING DOWN!" He rounds on Fi. "What do you expect?! I was just told that I am an OBJECT!" He frowns, suddenly looking like he might cry. "And if I am... that means...I don't have a father...that can help you, Fi...help us...be human...eternal sleep waits for us both."
We stand in stunned silence.
"I am your mother, Maltzar." Zelda says. He turns to her. I feel a weird feeling in my stomach. Zelda a mother? Of I him? "You seemed familiar since the first day you were brought to my tent. And even now
Majora laughs, his voice hacking at the back of his throat.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN WIN?" he spits, excited with rage. "THIS WILL BE FUN! THIS WILL BE FUN! GO ON FIERCE ONE, RUN- RUN- RUN!"
I ready my sword, a boiling rage that isn't mine consuming me. Majora pulls out his whips sensually and cracks them at me. I dodge and charge in. He laughs wildly, wielding the whips with mesmerizing grace. Everything seems to slow as we move at lightning speed, weaving in and out of each other. I'd catch him in a lock and we'd stare into each other's eyes like lovers, lovers that thirst for each other's blood. We break apart and run up the crater walls. Gravity does not apply to our dance of death. Our minds lift the rocks around us and throw them at each other, some clashing breaking apart creating little bullets that tear through us.
Back and forth our weapons lash, licking and biting like serpents. Majora leaps into the air. I follow. We rocket into the sky and gravity reverses bringi
Lava. Rivers of it pore through the living rock, flooding the chambers with heat. Wearing the Goron Mask, I walk deep into the bowels of the Canyon Giant. Columns of stone, weave like roots, the embers pulsating akin to organs. At the very core I find a cavern filled with magma. I follow the narrow trails through the fire to a plateau. Imbedded in the wall is my prize: The Fierce Deity Mask. The igneous rock fills it like a face, bleeding black tears through the eye wholes.
"I'm detecting a great amount of hatred coming from this mask. It's power is immense." Fi warns. I reach out to free it from its resting place, when the eyes blaze white as if having opened. I jump back. Cracks spread from the mask all through the wall. Lava trickles out in places. The mask juts out, supported by a stone neck. Shoulders break free, then arms. Fiirce steps out of the crumbling wall, his body formed of rock, his white eyes scorching me with wrath. He draws a sword with two,
The swamps are filled with flowers of all colours and shapes. Some of them are hostile. One even bit me. The purple water oozes and belches noxious gases into the air. Giant bugs thunder around the canopy, filling me with dread. I cut my way through the bush with the Master Sword, determined to get this done as soon as possible. I come to a clearing and stop. There is an apparatus, shaped like a heart- an organ made of pipes and gears, throbbing and pumping, sparking with electricity. On top of this mechanism, sits a man. At least I think it's a man. He has bright colours painted in warrior designs all over his muscular frame. His face is...flat an almost wood-like. Feathers replaces hair, and bristle down his back. Red eyes turn on me. He draws a sword lifts his striped shield and leaps down heavily.
He is eight feet tall. I ready myself.
"Leave now." Comes a doubled voice that creaks like old oaks. "This territory belongs to the spirit Odolwa
I hold Zelda's harp, silently crying. The world roars with fire and whistles with falling stars.
With shaking hands, I take the broken string. I pull it taught and mend it, just to do something...something normal. I hum aimlessly, cradling the last piece of her, the sound echoing painfully in my empty chest.
I touch the strings. They sob under my fingers. Fi hasn't spoken. The Master Sword remains cold and dead, the light having gone out.
I begin to play a forgotten song. It is solemn and pondering, like the gradual flow of time. I pause, fighting the tears welling up inside me. Angry I strum the tune backwards, marring it with every stroke. I throw the harp down and cover my face. I scream into them, long and hard until my ribs almost break from the pressure.
The wind breezes over my carcass. I am ready to die. The wind picks up suddenly, pushing me, tugging me. I look up. I wipe my eyes. The ash is rising into the
Link charges at Majora.
"Wait!" I yell. He swings my blade and Majora blocks with his forearm, his handsome face crazed and drooling. He kicks Link to the ground and draws out two blood red whips from his undulating mane. He wields them with deadly grace. They snap, scarring the ground around Link. He's toying with him.
"MASTER!" I cry. "He's too powerful! Come away!"
But Link persists, rage in his eyes. Tears shed for his ruined home and murdered people glisten on his face. A whip slices his calf open: a graze of what the wound might have been. Then it wraps around Link's neck with a crack, choking him. Majora yanks him like a dog on a leash.
"LET'S PLAY! LET'S PLAY! COME BACK ANOTHER DAY!" Majora sings, dancing and twirling. "YOU BE THE BAD GUY AND I THE GOOD! DO AS I ASK! COME ON! COME ON! PUT ON THE MASK!" He pulls hard turning Link and throwing him off his balance. He chokes and coughs. Then Ma
I am running, dousing with my eyes, in search of our last hope.
"Maltzar!" I call as his life energy draws closer. I am nearing Lanayru Province. He is almost at the rope bridge to the desert. I break from the forest and charge across the Moore, my drapes whipping behind me. I see him.
"MALTZAR!" He turns. Shock and confusion light his face at the sight of me.
"Mal!" I pant, not at all used to the limitations of my human form. "We need you to come back. Link- he's trapped and Zelda has been captured!"
"Seriously?" Maltzar scoffs. "Seems they really can't keep it together without me."
"This is no time to joke." I snap. "Ghirahim is coming for Link. He could have him as we speak. Vaati says he's-"
"Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, Vaati? Since when was he on the baddies' team?"
"They are getting stronger Mal, more of them will continue to appear. It wo
"I tried stopping him!" I say. "He's gone to the desert to find his family." Zelda rubs her temple. Fi remains in the sword, silent and unresponsive.
"Let him go." she says.
"What?" I ask.
"There is no stopping him and I have no doubt he will return." She nods toward the Master Sword.
But I didn't realize how big of gap was in our group until we continued to travel south. I think I miss his crude jokes and sneering taunts, for some masochistic reason. When we come to our tribe I found I missed him as a team member most. The place was in shambles. Zelda and I run, looking for survivors. Trees have fallen. Every tent is burned. So many dead bodies. This is my home, my neighbours and friends. I hold Fado hard, sobbing painfully. He is cold and stiff. The assault happened long ago, maybe even after we just left.
I lay him to rest and look for my Zelda. She is at her father's side. He is gravely wounded and
The travel home is so far remarkably easy. Nothing stands in our way, so we take the time to rest and heal.
I am shaken awake.
"Link, yo, Link- I wanna tell Fi something!"
"Why?" I groan, rolling away.
"Is she sleeping? How do I get her out of the sword?"
"Is it important?"
With a sigh, I reach over and touch the hilt of the Master Sword.
"Yes, Master?" Fi flips out with a flash and hovers daintily. "What is your will?"
"He wants to talk to you." I jerk my thumb sleepily over my shoulder. Somehow she seems to glimmer a little more brightly, though the embers of the fire are low.
Since when did she call him that?
"Come on." he cocks his head toward the trees with a grin. Fi glides with him into the neighbouring clearing out of ear shot. I lay back down, but a na
"I don't believe this! I just don't believe this!" Maltzar scoffs angrily. "Do you believe this?" he turns to Fi. "No, of course you don't!" He answers for her, dismissively. "First we go to the Mountain, Raine says to go to the desert. We end up going through hell and high water just to get to the damn place and then we are told to go to Zora's Domain? We should be done by now!"
"It could have been worse." Zelda says.
"Oh don't get all optimistic on me," Maltzar snaps. "I want to brood about this." He crosses his arms. We walk in silence.
"Has your memory returned?" I hear Fi ask Maltzar.
"You said you have amnesia, is any of it coming back?"
"No." he sighs. "I'm just as in the dark about my past as these two are." I feel him gesture to me and Zelda. "The only thing I know is that I'm a sword hunter."
"You mean? You look for blades like me?" Fi asks.