|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Bongo Bongo had been sealed. At least he was for seventeen years. Impressive, considering the majority of the Sheikah clan died in the Civil War. But then, that’s another sad story… “Are you still with us? For Farore’s sake, speak, Mask Salesman.” I felt my reluctant body being dragged to standing. No more, I thought. No more, please. I need a lie down. My right arm looped around a bony shoulder. A…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Of course, Kakariko is the village of the Sheikah tribe! As a race they were tall and slim, however, no one could miss the lean muscle packed into those arms and legs. Their tight clothes emphasized this fact, the Shadow of the Royal Family were not to be taken lightly. Some of the females had painted the same tearful eye from the Gossip Stones on their foreheads. The males preferred a more subtle…
|| Part Seventy-Two || Part Seventy-Four || Part Seventy-Three “Huron!” Fado called out. There was a tremendous crash from up ahead. Erie, who had leapt down, stood up and faced his brother. “You traitor. You have damned us all,” Erie thrust his finger toward Huron. “How?” “Your softness and love of the Hylian people led to you neglecting the needs of our people! That’s why I made the deal I did. That’s why I did what I’ve done.” “What have…
|| Part Seventy-One || Part Seventy-Three || Part Seventy-Two In the 32nd Year of the Era of the Great Rebuilding, the great Sage of Fire and Chief of the Goron people, Darunia, died in depths of the Goron Mines. For 40 days and 40 nights following his death, a drum pounded in the center of Goron City. The resonance of the drum shook the nearby mountains and served as a constant reminder of the strength of their bonds. Almost 46…
|| Part Seventy || Part Seventy-Two || Part Seventy-One “Your Majesty-” Daphnes held his hand up to stop Osmond. “Please, allow me to finish. It was my mistakes that have led Hyrule to this day and I fear the worst has yet to befall us… One-hundred years of peace tossed to the side by the shadows that have manipulated us all.” Images of Rutela played out in Osmond’s mind. “I apologize for all that has been thrust upon you and…
|| Part Sixty-Nine || Part Seventy-One || Part Seventy Huron wrapped his hands around the trunk of a tree and lifted it out of the ground with a heave. In one mighty swing, three mounted soldiers found themselves being trampled on by their own horses. Fado, meanwhile, was doing what he could as he stood over the weak body of the King. Blast after blast of magic pushed his enemies back, but they continued to come at him. “A hand…
|| Part Sixty-Eight || Part Seventy || Part Sixty-Nine “What are you?” Osmond asked. The glowing eyes narrowed as he raised his hand over his head. He snapped his fingers and a massive broadsword that Osmond would have needed two hands to wield, appeared in his hand. He swung it around over his head and pointed its flat head down at Osmond. In the blink of an eye, he was charging downward at Osmond. Osmond, reacting just in time, raised…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || “We can’t bring hell to Kakariko,” I protested. “Don’t your people live there?” Small puffs of smoke rose from the unsuspecting village in the distance. It stole Impa’s attention as she strangled the handle of her sword. “Your concern is noted. It can’t be helped,” her voice wavered, as if trying to convince herself of this fact. “My home is the only place I can perform a seal.” Ah, but he moved to the windmill to…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || I had no idea what the hidden treasure of the Sheikah could be. Old man Shikashi was the resident expert on the mysterious tribe, although his musings boarded more on rumour. Perhaps a dangerous weapon? A spell or a song? Whatever the truth, the General kept referring to the entity as a ‘he’ which meant she knew him. Ganondorf’s shadow beast had once been flesh and bone. King Hyrule led his soldiers to form a barrier…
|| Previous Chapter || Next Chapter || Kilton’s tongue flapped in the wind as he sped forwards; white pawed legs beat against the ground. His pointed ears were ragged back and fur rippled in several directions. I had to admit, his stamina always amazed me, keeping up with the horses took some doing. When Impa’s horse reared everyone came to a complete stop. “Hey, if you squeeze me any tighter, am gonna pop,” Yasei moaned. “Sorry.” I relaxed my grip, slightly. I remembered…
