Coat rack was in the kitchen with Merry, helping the small girl chop up vegetables. After a quick demonstration on the correct technique, he was already much better at it than the small girl. He questioned Joy's wisdom in letting her handle a knife. January dashed into the kitchen at top speed, a giant grin on his face.
"Merry! Dad and Kiln're home!"
Merry nodded, no expression on her face, and finished meticulously slicing the carrot. She scraped the small orange disks into a large pot, then set down the cutting board and knife. She took Coat rack's hand in her own and pulled him out through the kitchen door.
Outside, there seemed to be a commotion. A tall blonde man was attempting to drag a stubborn mule into the shed that seemed to be her home. Behind the two, a cart blocked the road, obviously what the mule had been pulling. It was piled impressively high with stacks of firewood that looked ready to tumble down any minute. Even more impressive, a teenager, Hylian like the rest of the family, clung to the wood near the top. Joy, who had been watching the man and the mule with amusement, looked up when Coat rack gasped. She followed his gaze.
"Kiln!" The teenager's head snapped around. "What have I told you? Get down here!"
Attempting to look as though it was his decision, the Hylian teen half climbed, half slid down the wood. He hit the ground and winced, shaking his hand around.
"Splinter," he muttered, prying at one of his fingers with his other hand.
"Well, what do you expect when you insist on climbing up there?" Joy turned from him and addressed Coat rack.
"Coat rack, this is my eldest son Kiln. Kiln, please at least try to be polite and greet our guest."
Kiln rolled his eyes and crouched, putting himself at the same height as Coat rack and extending his hand. "How do you do, Sir Coat rack?"
Coat rack wondered if Kiln was teasing or serious. "Um. It's just Coat rack."
Looking at Kiln's eyes, however, he decided he was teasing. Kiln was tall, taller than Joy, and thin for a human. Coat rack guessed how he had gotten the name Kiln; the boy's irises were a startling shade of orange that was nearly red, close to Coat rack's own eye color. Coat rack tried to remember if he had ever seen a Hylian with orange eyes before, but failed. The boy had black hair, springy dark bangs and long locks of hair hung in front of his elfin ears. He was dressed in a navy blue tunic with a black undershirt. Coat rack decided that was a wise choice; he himself was dressed in nothing but a hat, boots, gloves, and a pair of shorts, but Dekus didn't feel the change in temperature as much as some of the other races did.
"Are you going to help me or not, boy?"
Kiln hurriedly got to his feet. "Coming, Sam!"
Coat rack turned to Joy, confused. "Isn't that your husband?"
"Sam? Yes." A happy smile lit Joy's face. "Isn't he great?"
Ignoring the second question—He hadn't met Sam yet—Coat rack continued. "Shouldn't Kiln call him Dad or something?" Coat rack thought that was how families worked, though he had never had one himself.
"Oh, I see. No, Sam is my second husband. I had Kiln with my first." As if to prove her point, January hurtled out of the door and across the courtyard, yelling "DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" He reached his dad and didn't stop running.
Sam fell over as the boy hit his back, dropping his load of wood. Coat rack watched Merry walk over to her father and pat him on the head.
Author's Note: Soo, because I want to get the chapters 'back on schedule' but I don't want to make this too short, I thought I'd do a quick history lesson on this story. You don't have to read this; it's not that important to the plot. But if you were curious you could skim it.
Out of all these characters, Katonju was the first. She used to be a part of an ongoing roleplay between me and my brother, but eventually two things happened; One, she became too Mary Sue, and two, the story had become unmanageable because we never finished anything. The characters never aged and never visited the same place twice. Plus, I was never happy with the fact that the group contained only humans and hylians. Still, I kept Katonju in mind.
About a year later, I asked my friend Zaphodiop if she would want to do a Zelda roleplay. This time, trying to add diversity, I created a Kokiri boy named Myro, plus his fairy named Gipis, a pun on the abbreviation G.P.S. The positions were reversed a little; Myro was sweet and innocent and Gipis was shrewd and exploited his young charge for money and laughs. Around the same time I started doodleing this ninja in all my notebooks. I knew he or she was at least part sheikah, but I couldn't come up with anything more. My friend made up an amazing Twili character, but we both got distracted, and nothing else happened.
After a while I asked my siblings if they wanted to do a Zelda roleplay. I introduced Myro, Gipis, and Katonju (again) and my brother mentioned he'd always wanted a rito and a deku character. I told him at least one of his characters had to be female, and he added a gerudo. Together we wrote the prologue. My sister had a zora character, but at the last moment pulled her from the story, leaving a hole I filled with Dar, stealing the name from Darr, my favorite character in a series of books. Later, this story's Zelda, whom I've taken to calling NerdZellie (you'll see) was created, along with Kiln. Those will be all the main characters, and now the plot can really take off! Here's a better 'hook' since I hate how short the spaces are to write it on
There has always been the Triforce, and there have always been three. Power, Courage, and Wisdom. The powerful, always kept in check by the courageous and the wise, never really succeeding. But, those who are powerful are not necessarily stupid. Eventually, a way was found. Din thought she had won. But the balance was fragile. With one of the three so badly wounded, the world shuddered. Boundaries between times and realities slipped, faded, ripped. And Hyrule, attempting to defend itself, took the tools it needed. None were pure. None were perfect. But they were all that were left. They were the last line of defense for the princess. For the legend.
The Legend of Zelda: Lightmaker
Whee, I like that. So, I'll *try* to have another chapter up this weekend; Reen, Aroon, hopefully some Myro and Zelda. Sorry for this overly long authors note!