The Legend of Zelda: Legend of Legends
From the pen of Panda88.
This is my first story. I also intend this to be the story for which I am
remembered. I have begun with a very small Prelude, to familiarize you with my style of
writing.
In realm of myth, cross storm and sea, On land of olde, past forest free, Stands castle high, on Hyrule soil, And here begins, this tale of toil.
The sun was beginning to set on Hyrule, and the scent of freshly cut grass from the courtyard, caught by the wind, drifted into the castle's outer corridors. In the market, weary travelers were resting by the fountain near the bakery, where workers were preparing for the great jubilee that was now only three days. The gardeners were busy as usual, going about their daily tasks in the courtyard and the guards were standing by their posts, lazily dreaming about the day's events. Of these people, none had the presence of mind to notice the small girl, standing watch by the window of the castle's topmost tower.
"Oh Impa, look at that storm in the horizon. I have seen no other like it."
Another woman, clad in silver, came into view. She too looked out into the far horizon.
"Bad weather rages on the seas princess. Pay no attention to it. It heads toward the other coast. Come now. Such a thing is not appropriate during these times. The great jubilee is only days away. Rejoice, and dwell not on these things."
"Oh Impa, I do not trust it. Evil resides there. I cannot help but feel that part of me is out there. There is something familiar about it."
"Oh Zelda, do not let your eyes wander far off, for they will continue drifting farther from your life. Dare to dream my young princess, but dwell not on them."
And saying this, Impa took her by the hand and led her away from the window. Zelda, still watching the horizon as she was been led away, sighed.
"May then, the journey be safe for you."
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The sound of thunder hammered on, answering the flashes of lighting that summoned it. The storm raged upon the seas, tumbling the little boat that lay upon the rolling waves. No man on either coast dared brave it, save a small boy, the child Link. The spray of salt threw itself onto him like a thousand needles. The agonizing pain was of little match to the dangers that lay on the other side. Far from Hyrule he had now come. And it seemed, his only path was that through the furious waters. And with a deadly blow, a tide of wind had torn the sails off his boat, sending it tossing wildly above him in the darkened sky. Link had at last, tamed the boat, which was still swaying sickly atop the waves, until at last one great wave toppled the wooden vessel effortlessly, submerging it, Link underneath. But no cry of pain did he make. The boy was now floating lifelessly beneath the upturned boat, trapped. No struggle did he make, as the vigorous pelting of rain landed on the underside of the boat. For the sound was escaping his awareness, and he drifted off into a nightmarish trance, helpless in the middle of the treacherous seas. In the distance, he heard a faint whisper, calling out "Safety to you, I pray." Then he heard, nor saw no more.
When he woke, Link felt beneath him the soft yellow sands of the other shore. Drowsiness was all about him, yet there was no time to rest. A strange land was about him, and his quest was not even begun.
From the pen of Panda88.
This is my first story. I also intend this to be the story for which I am
remembered. I have begun with a very small Prelude, to familiarize you with my style of
writing.
In realm of myth, cross storm and sea, On land of olde, past forest free, Stands castle high, on Hyrule soil, And here begins, this tale of toil.
The sun was beginning to set on Hyrule, and the scent of freshly cut grass from the courtyard, caught by the wind, drifted into the castle's outer corridors. In the market, weary travelers were resting by the fountain near the bakery, where workers were preparing for the great jubilee that was now only three days. The gardeners were busy as usual, going about their daily tasks in the courtyard and the guards were standing by their posts, lazily dreaming about the day's events. Of these people, none had the presence of mind to notice the small girl, standing watch by the window of the castle's topmost tower.
"Oh Impa, look at that storm in the horizon. I have seen no other like it."
Another woman, clad in silver, came into view. She too looked out into the far horizon.
"Bad weather rages on the seas princess. Pay no attention to it. It heads toward the other coast. Come now. Such a thing is not appropriate during these times. The great jubilee is only days away. Rejoice, and dwell not on these things."
"Oh Impa, I do not trust it. Evil resides there. I cannot help but feel that part of me is out there. There is something familiar about it."
"Oh Zelda, do not let your eyes wander far off, for they will continue drifting farther from your life. Dare to dream my young princess, but dwell not on them."
And saying this, Impa took her by the hand and led her away from the window. Zelda, still watching the horizon as she was been led away, sighed.
"May then, the journey be safe for you."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The sound of thunder hammered on, answering the flashes of lighting that summoned it. The storm raged upon the seas, tumbling the little boat that lay upon the rolling waves. No man on either coast dared brave it, save a small boy, the child Link. The spray of salt threw itself onto him like a thousand needles. The agonizing pain was of little match to the dangers that lay on the other side. Far from Hyrule he had now come. And it seemed, his only path was that through the furious waters. And with a deadly blow, a tide of wind had torn the sails off his boat, sending it tossing wildly above him in the darkened sky. Link had at last, tamed the boat, which was still swaying sickly atop the waves, until at last one great wave toppled the wooden vessel effortlessly, submerging it, Link underneath. But no cry of pain did he make. The boy was now floating lifelessly beneath the upturned boat, trapped. No struggle did he make, as the vigorous pelting of rain landed on the underside of the boat. For the sound was escaping his awareness, and he drifted off into a nightmarish trance, helpless in the middle of the treacherous seas. In the distance, he heard a faint whisper, calling out "Safety to you, I pray." Then he heard, nor saw no more.
When he woke, Link felt beneath him the soft yellow sands of the other shore. Drowsiness was all about him, yet there was no time to rest. A strange land was about him, and his quest was not even begun.