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Legend Of Zelda A Flame's Theft Chapter 1
Chapter One – A Night’s Work
An owl’s hoot disturbed the silence of the castle guard. The armoured soldiers marched along the stone walls, their tired eyes peering through windows in the brick for any intruders trying to cross the rapid water that was flowing through the moat into town. The night had been quiet and relatively peaceful even the stars twinkled like little nightlights in the clear skies above. The peace was only to be disturbed by an orange glow coming close to a giant drawbridge that was raised up for the night, through the dark and abandoned streets, clear of the townspeople.
“Halt!” a guard shouted pushing his hand out at the carrier of the orange glow “What business do you have in the field at this hour?”
The carrier of the glow said nothing; they only placed a small iron lantern on the cobblestone in remark.
“I ask again, state your business!” the guard growled coming towards the stranger. The stranger was a boy,
The Legend of Zelda - Majora's MaskChapter 1
The legends tell about a boy, who had a power to travel trough the time. About the boy, who once saved the kingdom of Hyrule risking his own life and returned to his own time after missing seven long years from his childhood. Now this boy, is starting on a new personal journey to find his friend he lost some time ago.
The young boy, who didn't look like a hero a bit was called as Link...
The boy in a green hat and a tunic had rode for a good time already looking for his friend. He also carried a sword and a shield with him. They made him feel more safety. The forest was pretty dark and massed so it was not a surprise, that the friend was still missing. Link sighed. Navi, where are you? Are you even here?
Suddenly the boy heard a tinkling voice and he turned his face to it.
From the forest had flew two little shining fairies. A yellow and a purple one. Link shook his head. No, those were some other fairies. Navi was light blue so Link didn't pay any more attention for
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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