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Eh? I didn't really understood the conversations the the chapters I do guess that in chapter 1 Hylia and the Fierce Deity appeared and chapter 2 Fierce Deity and ? So what's this story's plot actually I don't think you explained that. The only thing I do Know is that this story concerns Link, Zelda, Ganondorf, Demise, Hylia and Fierce Deity.

Do not feel bad if you were not able to understand the conversations, I purposely made them very cryptic. I had two reasons for using the Shakespearean-like dialogue. The first reason was that it adds age to the story, it makes it feel older than the events of previous Zelda games, which if you haven't figured out, my story takes place during the Era of the Goddess Hylia. The second reason is that it takes a significant amount of more effort to make than just simply saying something like this, (taken from chapter one and altered to what you are used to reading, conversation between Fierce Deity and Hylia)

"Why are you here?"

"You don't need to be always worried."

"I disagree."

"Tell me why?"

In my mind, ancient gods would probably not talk like that. In addition to this, I do not want those below a High School reading level viewing my stories. I want individuals with a decent reading ability. At least someone who has at least read an older text.

Also, I thought I made it quite obvious that Hylia and Fierce Deity were in the first chapter! I talked about both of their appearances for at least a paragraph each. I'm a little surprised that you didn't get that in chapter 2, it is Demise. I wrote near a paragraph about his flaming orange hair, black, scaly skin, and muscular frame. Perhaps you have not played Skyward Sword? But you did mention Demise in your review so perhaps you didn't connect the traits I listed.

Furthermore, I never intended to introduce the stories plot right away. Most books don't. The first two chapters served as the introduction to the three major characters. Each chapter reveals a piece of the story. Although, if I must throw some major(a) crumbs about the story, reread the second to last dialogue of Demise to Fierce Deity. If you can compare that Demise is currently good, and in canon he is bad, you can assume that I create an event that connects A to B.


Deception is knowing what is, while what is not is being shown.

The sky swirled with clouds of smoke, as grey shades fashioned into black, and the black colors as night as ebony. Not a single anomaly within, the billowing mass of day's end propelled a perpetual state of nightfall.

From the landscape, protruded pillars of the world itself, forged from stone as dark as the sky above. At the summit, oozed out a bright orange liquid, far more sluggish in speed than the swift formation of clouds, while also searing to the touch.

On occasion, as if to constitute itself as an enraged god, the apex would spit out the sweltering fluid to the heavens above, unplagued by the malicious, alien lands of below. As always, his resolve could reach no further into the air than before, and what was once only harmful if one approached, soon became malevolent to all. Red rain poured over the lands, blanketing the coal surface, and finding itself into the scarlet rivers that expanded across as veins would on pale skin.

A single droplet, saw crimson meet with snow, singeing a piece of the hair on his head. Almost unfazed, he continued to trek, with his head facing the tar colored ground, and his spiky bangs shielding his eyes, forming a white barrier.

In the distance, many minor flickers of yellow light could be seen, serving as a contrast to the tar colored land, and dotting its surface. Although all edifices were made of the same materials, and of the same shades, one stood out in its grandeur size. Nearly thrice in stature, it boasted architecture of Gothic origin, dual spires thrusting upwards, lined with effigies of creatures along the sides, while being supported by flying buttresses.

Contrary to what one of the ether world would presume, the town center was not a congregation of commerce and social gatherings. Small pieces of rocks tumbled around in the wind, which brought forth the call of moaning and whimpers of seemingly never-ending torment.

"Greetings, oh fiercest one."

Like a deep mist that rolled across the lands, devouring all, a raspy voice bellowed out to him.

He glanced over his shoulder to provide view of the figure, and what followed proved to be a certain enigma. With bones as thick as muscles, and skin non-existent, the bipedal stood with legs as curved as the hind limbs of a stallion, and with grotesquely shaped claws. His torso stood broad and his chest as darkened bone. In build, the skull at a glimpse, bore some resemblance towards a human, yet at a close inspection, had larger sockets which once adorned a set of ocularis, and teeth as plentiful and as thin and lengthy as blades of grass, although as sharp as the tip of a blade. Running from the glabella, a sagittal suture ran towards the center of the skull, splitting apart at where the horns of a goat branched off, and curved downwards towards the eyes.

"Who is't that addresses my presence?"

In response to his movement, the bones creaked and cracked as he replied, "as do the three split like the infernus rivers of incineration, mine very own streams have been christened innumerable."

He questioned in response, "then perhaps thy inscription upon Time's first steps?"

A slight rattling of bones could be heard from the subtle movements from his chest as he spoke, "oh! Thy ferocity knows no bounds, like mine own genesis."

With an expression of amusement he acknowledged his statement, "then I pray thee, what has Time bestowed?"

With a bow he replied, "I am Mal."

"As a raven's claws on the world's bones, so do I to this realm, although, I perceive a waning vigorousness."

"How sagacious."

"Does a primordial grace my presence?"

"Nay, but the skeletal remains of what is to be renascence."

He pressed his lips together as he said, "I see."

His hairless, boned eyebrow arched as he exclaimed, "the scale remains imbalanced, a testament to our unfamiliarity."

"I think not."

"Then perhaps failure strikes me of mine survey."

He retorted, "perhaps."

The razor rows parted slightly as he advised, "life's crimson flows to the deepest of the heart, take form of this emulsion."

He brushed the white hair aside and let out a heavy sigh and nodded his head. Lost in thought, he stood a moment in silence.

"Might I be of service and provide escort to his end?"

"End you say?"

"I do."

As the white locks of hair swayed back and forth between his vision, he responded, "I would be obliged."


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