A Forgotten Legend: The Tears of Salvation

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This is the second fan-fic I put up today. I hope you enjoy both of them, because I work really hard to write them. As you read this story, keep the following words in mind....

"He who was destinded to have all he desired, would lose all he had come to cherish."

A Forgotten Legend: The Tears of Salvation​

Chapter One- The Festival of Time

Once there was a great hero. A hero that defied the odds and rescued the land from the evil Ganon, using the power of the Medallions and of the people. The man with the green tunic, who showered the land with light and happiness. Then, he left on a journey, separating him from the attributes that made him a hero, to find a friend with whom he had separated in fulfilling his destiny. None had ever learned what happened to the great Hero of Time, so, in his honor, the Festival of Time was held each year in honor of the Hero. In Hyrule Market each year, the whole of the land’s people gathered to celebrate their freedom thanks to his great sacrifice. The Zora, Gorons, Deku, even the Gerudu all-

“Jarred!”

Jarred’s head was jolted from his daydream by Keean, the Bombchu Shop owner. Striking him hard on the head with his stick, he exclaimed, “If you’re going to earn your keep in my shop I suggest you get working!” Jarred nodded and reluctantly left the alley to search for more customers. The radiant sun streamed out on the market as Jarred made his way out, clouding his eyes from the brightness. His dark, brown hair shined bright in the morning sun. His broad shoulders carried the sandwich sign he had been forced to wear to attract customers into the alley. His green tunic stood out in the crowd as he walked among the different people there, eagerly buying souvenirs stocks from the stands that crowded the marketplace. Today was the seventh Festival of Time, and was rumored by the people to be prepared better than all six others combined.

“This is humiliating,” he complained to no one. “I’m starting to regret even coming to this town.” Jarred, the eighteen-year-old man, forced to carry around a sign like some beggar child, which of course he had been. Abandoned at eight by his foster parents, Jarred had no idea who his parents had been, as they died during the years of Ganon’s tyrannical rule. He had dragged himself across many obstacles to come here, the home of kings, and all he had to show for it was a board that proclaimed, “Come one, Come all to the Bombchu Shop!” across his chest. Stupid.

Of course, he had Keean to thank for his life, as he was the only one who would take him in, but still wished the man wouldn’t humiliate him like this. Pausing from his dismal walk, he trudged over to the ale stand Kent the bartender had set up near the palace entrance. “Kent,” he called to the barkeep. “A large ale please.”

Kent obliged, pouring out the cool yellow-brown drink that helped Jarred get through the day into one of the many mugs behind his counter. He wasn’t an alcoholic, but loved the taste of the stuff. Sitting down on a wooden chair Kent had set up, he peered through the crowd to see if there was anyone here interesting. “Keep dreaming, Jarred,” Kent told him, wiping a mug with his wipe in his wrinkled hands, the sun gleaming off his bald head. “No one’s looking for a beggar child like you.”

Kent’s words hurt Jarred, but he knew deep down they were true. His parents weren’t alive, as much as he wished it otherwise, just as sure as Kent was old, and no one here would ever care about his troubles. “When’s the princess turning up?” he asked dryly, turning the conversation to other matters, sipping the ale in his mug.

“I believe the courtyard is supposed to open to everyone at two,” Kent responded. “Get going, now, Jarred. You still have people waiting to see your pretty sign.” And with a snigger, he pointed to the people looking at Jarred, and turned his attention to the other customers lounging near him.

“Keep the change barfly,” Jarred responded, and left the stand before Kent could bill him for the ale. He continued his walk around the market, avoiding the eyes of questioning onlookers, gesturing at the sign. Stopping only in the center to watch the two weirdoes dance by the well, twirling without stop. How can they dance there like that every day? he thought to himself, then turned away, passing through the tourists, to return to the dark alley. Pausing to pet Trooper, the neighbor’s pet, behind the ears, he noticed the old woman, Blair, cleaning out her house, cluttering the streets with dust and junk. “Hey,” he cried to her. “Just because you don’t want your mess doesn’t mean the rest of us do.”

The woman turned, her thin, lithe body covered in the drab, green dress that was her only attire. “You think this is funny?” she asked, turning her old, green eyes at him. “I don’t have room for this anymore. I barely have enough to feed Trooper.”

Jarred looked down, ashamed for jeering at her. “I’m sorry, Blair.” he said. “I know you have little room for a dog like this.” The gesture Jarred made was enough. Trooper was territorial, though small, and needed constant attention. Waving goodbye to the old woman and Trooper, he turned and walked into his own home.

The permanent smell of gunpowder clung to the shop’s walls, yet smelled like home to Jarred. He walked through the shop part of the house, to his and Keean’s living quarters. “Jarred is that you?” came Keean’s voice in the back. “Come back here, I need your help with these boxes. The Gorons ordered much more than I had expected.”

Laughing to himself, Jarred ran over to help Keean move the boxes, all marked with a golden Bombchu. Balding and skinny, Keean was never great at heavy lifting. The task of strongman was left up to Jarred. “Keean, you know you cannot lift this much. Why do you try to hide your feeble strength?”

“Young man,” he answered, “I remember a time when you could not lift ten Bombchu, and this was up to me.” Jarred merely laughed as he balanced all five boxes in his hands, not remembering a time he was unable to perform such feats of strength.

Jarred responded, “Keean, I love you dearly, as a father almost, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be a perfect son!” Both laughed at the joke, then Keean turned to return to the customer area, to wait for more orders. “Keean,” Jarred said as he left. “We are going to the Festival, right?”

The Bombchu shop owner turned around, with a face that looked shocked at the thought of missing work time. Then the shocked look broke into a huge grin. “Of course we are,” said Keean smiling. “You know, sometimes I think I work you so hard your brain has been affected. You know I love the festival. When you are done here, get ready and we will go to the courtyard.” Chuckling, he saw Jarred move with great haste to finish his work. Returning to the shop’s front, he wondered if he had any chance at the strongman competition.

The courtyard was beautiful.

Everywhere, banners were streaming in the Hero of Time’s name. The hundreds of games that adorned the site were dazzling to the people, shooting bottles of Lon Lon Milk, pining the tail on the horse, and of course, the tests of strength. Kent, Keean, and Jarred all decided to entered in their own little tournament to see who could win the most competitions. Jarred walked up to the milk bottle game, determined to impress the red head working at the booth. Her blue eyes enchanted men of all ages to come pit their marksmanship against hers, and whoever won received a kiss. So far, however, no one had won.

“You want to play?” she asked Jarred, already sizing up what kind of challenger he’d be.

“Yes, pretty lady, I would,” Jarred said with a grin, leaning over the small counter towards her.

“Very well,” she said, making every impression that she had not heard his remark. “We play three turns. You have two shots to destroy the pyramid in the back, I have one. If you win your prize is a kiss.” Jarred grunted in agreement, allowing the girl to go first. The pyramid of bottles was made up of six empty Lon Lon Milk bottles. With careful aim, she threw a small, red ball in her hand at the targets, smashing them all in one sweep. A small audience gathered around them to cheer for the girl. Among them were Kent and Keean.

“You’re supposed to clap for me, dummies,” he hissed in their direction as the redhead girl set up the bottles for his turn.

Kent merely shrugged, saying, “We’ve got to go with the lady. It’s only gentlemanlike.” And was satisfied as Jarred turned around to the stand for his turn, seething with annoyance.

The six bottles were lined up again, waiting for the ball the girl had placed in his hand. Taking careful aim, he sent the ball soaring straight through, smashing the bottles just as the girl had done. The crowd cheered and the girl looked surprised as she set up the pins for the next round. When she finished, ten pins stood waiting instead of the six.

With great discipline, the girl took aim once again, and sent the ball sprawling through the bottles, but was only able to get nine. With a grunt of anger, she strolled back into the stand to set up for Jared’s turn.

Jarred took the ball from her and sent seven of the ten crashing to the ground for his first strike, then nailed two more on the second one. “You’ve only got one turn left,” Keean laughed, pointing at him, trying to make him loose his focus. Jarred knew this, he was about to lose, and only had one turn left to win.

The girl rose for the third time, stacking up fifteen bottles in the pyramid. Taking her pace by Jarred, she took aim and shot ten of the bottles, leaving the others stranded on the table. Cursing under her breath, she leaped over the counter and set up the bottles for Jarred.

“This is my kind of woman,” Jarred said to himself, catching the ball as it was thrown at him by the redhead. “I need to hit twelve to win,” he thought to himself. Taking aim, he struck the bottles in the lower middle. Ten fell instantly, leaving three wobbling, mocking him by teetering on the table. Then they fell, securing the win for Jarred. The crowd cheered Jarred on as he went up to the girl to receive his prize. The girl, grumbling, came up to him, preparing Jared, then…

SMACK.

The hand went straight up to Jarred’s cheek, sending him into unexpected pain. Grasping his cheek, he stared at the redhead, who face had come up to his ear, and whispered, “Call me pretty lady again, and you’ll be sorry.” Then she strolled back into her booth, not bothering to look back.

While Keean and Kent doubled over with laughter, Jarred looked up at the sign above her, which proclaimed, “Beat Malon in bottle smashing and win a Kiss!!” “Malon, huh?” thought Jarred, rushing towards Kent and Keean, who were on their way to the strength booth. “I’ll remember that.”

“You’re not serious about competing, are you,” Jarred asked Keean, who went over to stand in the entrance line.

Peering over the man in front of him, Keean surveyed the strong men who had been there before him, many of whom were training to pass the time, lifting weights that ranged into the triple digits. “Yes, I am,” Keean said, despite the fact that he knew he had no chance. He saw the big Jarred move up next to him.

“Well then, count me in,” Jarred said. “We’ll enter the doubles competition.” Jarred saw his adopted father gleam up at him as the line thinned, drawing nearer and nearer to the sign up desk. The fat man diligently taking all the contestants numbers was a man named Roget. He sat behind the desk with his clipboard taking names and entry fee. Jarred noticed Keean pull out ten rupees for their entry fee. Roget barely looked up from the clipboard as he took their names and assigned them.

“You’re in the fifth match gentlemen,” Roget muttered, handing the two their tags.

“Gentlemen?” laughed Kent, hobbling up to them. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Shut up,” the two answered together.

There were only five matches in the preliminaries, most of the teams scared off by the big men. Several of the teams ran off and still others had to be escorted out in stretchers. Keean and Jarred prepared to enter their first fight.

Two of the enormous people they had seen before were to be their opponents, both as strong as an ox, and as dumb as a pig. Keean stepped nervously into the ring and waited for his death. The bell sounded.

The smaller one rushed Jarred while the other ran at Keean. Stepping nimbly out of his reach, the giant fell while in mid-swing of a punch. He boldly raised himself up, promising that it would never happen again.

But it did. While Jarred was busy delivering punches to one’s head, Keean tripped the brute attacking him again and again. Until the giant fell on a rock and laid there. Soon after, the other fell, and Keean and Jarred advanced to the second, and finally, the championship round.

Unlike their predecessors, these men resembled Gorons in strength and size, while they bore like Zoras in grace and movement. Kent cheered for Keean, while begging them to teach Jarred a lesson he’d never forget. Before they began, Jarred made sure to toss a rock in Kent’s direction.

But the battle was as short lived as the last. None of the foes could beat Keean’s wit, while neither was able to match Jarred for strength. Before Jarred had finished sizing up the opponent that had chose him, Keean’s was already knocked out. With a grin, Jarred took off, kicking the one hard in the gut, sinking in deep.

“H-How did you do that?” he asked, a touch of shakiness filling his voice.

“Easy,” Jarred said, moving up to him before he could make any movements. “Lift Bombchu boxes for a few years, you’ll get really strong.” Then punched the man in the chest, causing him to crumple to the ground unconscious like his friend. Looking up, he surveyed the crowd, half wondering if the redhead Malon was watching him. Then, after a few moments, resigned himself to go see the Princess Zelda’s address with Kent and Keean, promising to enter and defend his title next year.

It would be the last time he, and any of his friends, saw peace again for a long time.

 

[FlamingRuby]

Description: I assume we are in Hyrule, but I also like how you throw in details of Clock Town (from Majora's Mask)
Characters: I like how you made Malon slap Jarred (Jarred reminds me a little of Brock in that regard.)
Plot: Is Link going to make an appearance at all?

Rating: ;025; ;025; ;025; ;025;

 

[Power Shot]

Thanks, here's the next chapter, it's a lot better written than the first one-

Chapter Two- The Rebirth of Evil

Jarred, Kent, and Keean walked up towards the gates that led to the castle where the princess always made her festival address. They moved with a few people up the dusty road, surrounded by cliffs, when suddenly they came to a huge gathering at the gates.

“Let us in jerk!” cried one man in the group. They were speaking to a royal guard who seemed unwilling to allow them entrance. The guard’s armor gleamed in the bright sunlight as he held up a bag to them.

“And I told you, pay up,” he shouted into the crowd, making sure that everyone was aware of the sword that was hanging on his belt. “Price of admission is ten rupees per person.”

“Since when was that a rule?” asked a woman in the front. “We’ve never had to pay before to see the princess!”

“Since I decided,” the guard answered sneering. “Now pay up!”

“What’s going on?” Jarred asked one of the crowd members.

“That new guard won’t let anyone in,” she muttered, tossing her long, blond hair in an indifferent manner. But Jarred could tell she wanted to get in badly.

“Hey Jarred,” Kent chuckled, as though he was saying the funniest thing in the world. “Why don’t you, the mighty and proud Jarred, stop that guard and let us in?” He and Keean doubled over in laughter.

“Alright, I will,” said Jarred and, without waiting for their sarcasm, began to push his way through the crowd. It wasn’t an easy task, of course, since the crowd was so large Jarred could barely see the gates from where he was. But soon, as he pushed and pulled through the people, their large white shape began to take form. They were vast and enormous, at least thirty feet high, and in between sat the massive iron gates that the guard has so wrongly closed to the public. Moving through the herd of being, dodging a Goron and passing almost through a group of Zora, he managed to finally get a clear view of the guard, who was sneering and insulting the masses.

“What are you doing?” he asked the dark man, who was wearing the green tunic.

“I was going to ask you that,” Jarred muttered, moving closer to him. “We’re here to see the princess, not you ugly.” He smirked as the insult found its mark. The crowd jeered the guard.

“How dare you, you insolent peasant!” he breathed, drawing his sword.

“What’s that make you?” Jarred countered, moving up, unafraid of the sword.

“What does that mean?”

“You stupid fool. The only difference between us and you is that you wear shiny armor and think you’re someone because of it,” Jarred retorted. “Now, you have two choices: you can let us in and live, or we could just as easily rush you as a mob. What’re you going to do loser?”

“How dare you threaten one of the palace guards?” the guard raged, attacking without thinking with his sword. Jarred smiled calmly, ducking under the incoming blade, and landing a solid punch that completely decked the guard. As he stood there, gasping for breath and clutching his stomach in agony, the other guards had begun to take notice of what Jarred was doing.

“What do you think you are doing here?” asked one, who was obviously the leader from the gold ribbons on his shoulders.

“Breaking in your rookie,” Jarred shrugged, turning towards them. “You guys seem smarter than that man was, because your questioning me through iron bars, so I’d advise you all never to charge people to see Zelda again.”

The guards laughed. The leader answered, “We do what we please, for we’re the greatest fighters in the land. And you should address the princess in her royal title, commoner.”

Jarred was getting angry now, he could feel it in his bones. Why are people like this charged with the princess’ safety? he thought in annoyance, expressing his anger physically. Stepping boldly forward, he grasped the bars in his hands and, with great physical strength, pulled open the barred gates with his bare hands. Cheers for him ensued, as the energetic crowd rushed in to see the princess’ royal speech, hoping they weren’t too late. Jarred began to follow suit, but was stopped by the guards, pulled so close to them he could smell the nauseous breath.

“Hold it,” the leader sneered, “you’re coming with us.” Without waiting for an answer, the large number of guards took him down below, to the dungeons.

Away from the dank, smelly dungeon that Jarred was currently inhabiting, Keean and Kent were worming their way through the crowds. People had been waiting days to see the princess’ royal speech, indeed, some considered it to be the most anticipated event in the year.

The two were looking up to the small white balcony from where the princess Zelda usually frequented when addressing the masses on the Festival of Time. The balcony was suspended twenty feet above the moat, overlooking the palace’s wonderful grasslands and courtyard. Though Kent’s eyes were old, there was no doubt in his mind he could easily see the town market from it. In the distance, Keean could see Blair making her way through the crowds, and waved her to join them.

“Hello, everyone,” she said cheerfully, her dusty red hair flying everywhere from the humidity. “I had to leave Trooper at home, you know how much he gets excited.”

“Yes Blair,” Keean answered, remembering how his right buttocks had never quite been the same since Trooper had gotten them two years prior.

Blair smiled and looked around, trying to spot Jarred in the crowd. “Where’s your apprentice, Keean? Did he not chose to come?”

“Oh, he came,” Kent replied, massaging his bald head, looking for some women. “He opened the gates for us, so now he’s stuck in a cell while we see the princess-oh!” Kent felt a sudden jerk under his feet.

“What’s wrong Kent?” teased Blair, waiting for Zelda to start her speech. “Your body finally catch up to your ego?” She chuckled while Keean roared in laughter.

“Shut up,” he muttered, indicating to the balcony.

The trumpets were beginning to sound, and soon, Princess Zelda was looking down upon her subjects cheering for her, so rarely did they see her nowadays. The king had wished only he best for her, and she was vastly protected from Ganon’s evil minions. Ganon, though destroyed, was still very dangerous to the people. This did not affect her beauty, much to Kent’s pleasure.

Wearing a stunning pink silk dress, she appeared as beautiful as a goddess. Her long golden hair glowed through the light of the day, outshining the sun itself. All who were there were stunned by her amazing appearance.

Those who were not there, namely Jarred, were sitting in a small dingy cell, lying on a filthy cot, and could only listen through the bars as Zelda’s sweet voice carried over to him. Curse Kent and Keean, he thought silently. I forgot why I still stay with those mo- huh? He heard the princess’ voice coming through his cell bars. Sitting up from the cot he was lying on, he strained up to have a better look. He felt a small rumbling under his feet, but took little notice of it.

The princess looked out amongst her subjects, so happy that they came. Spreading her arms, she carefully recited the speech she said at every Festival. “Welcome citizens of Hyrule,” she shouted to the applauding audience. “Today we come together to celebrate our land’s liberation from the evil Ganon.” The crowd shouted its approval, cursing Ganon. Smiling, the princess continued, “We give thanks on the seventh year of our freedom to the Hero of Time, who none have seen for all these years.” She felt a tear coming to her face, but she ignored it. “We thank you, Hero, and pray for your safety each day of our lives!” The crowd roared in approval, many with tears coming to their cheeks, when it began.

It had started low, Jarred and Kent had both felt it. A small jerk under their feet, that was all. But a loud rumbling had began under them as the plains jerked them from their feet, and they all fell to the ground. Jarred was forced back into his cot by the force that had no master but itself.

Kent looked to the right and saw, to his horror, that a small crack was being formed in the earth under Blair. “Blair, get away from that thing!” he shouted, pointing to the crack that was growing larger beneath her feet. Before she could move, it expanded, and she fell in screaming in shock. Keean and Kent cried out her name, but there was no answer. They peered down into the gap in the earth to see that something was coming back out.

“Run!” Keean bellowed to the crowd, and dashed away from the hole, and whatever it was coming out. A black hand was clawing through the very earth, its owner’s voice screaming in rage. The hand was followed by deadly blades that grew from its forearms and elbows. Ten feet tall, the monster stood before them, watching them run away with its glaring yellow eyes.

Lord Ganon had risen again.

Unaware, Jarred was only able to guess that something terrible had happened, still trapped in his cell. He battered the bars with his awesome strength, desperate to get out, until he heard a crunching noise, as the metal gave way to let him out. Snatching a sword from a nearby guard table, he followed the stairs up to the courtyard.

Running up, he was unaware of the gruesome sight that awaited his eyes. The Lord Ganon had indeed been awakened from his eternal slumber. Freed and once again loose upon the world, dark creatures were jumping out of the holes in the earth to join him. Dark imps, demons, nothing was felt behind as the demonic beasts made their presence known in this world. Men and women were slaughtered where they stood, like common animals, their insides dripping out of them as their children cried for them, their parents, before the demons began on the young ones. Nothing was being spared, Ganon was seeing to the utter destruction of the Castle.

A burning rage erupted in Jarred’s inside, turning all his thoughts to hate and rage, so focused was he. He saw them, the bodies, many he’d known in the town as a young boy. They do not deserve such a fate, he thought angrily, turning red. His anger seemed to seethe from him as he ran into battle, bellowing his hate for these creatures. If they treat my people with such indifference, I’ll treat them with the same contempt.

A dozen fell from his first swing,. His enormous arms seemed to batter them away as he swept among them, slicing them into ribbons with the sword, soon covered in black blood. But he did not stop, he would not rest until they paid for what they had done to the people, the children.

“HOW DARE YOU!!!” he roared through the crowd, helping those who were still alive to escape. Glancing around in the chaos he was causing, he could not find Kent, Blair, or Keean in the crowds. But then, he spotted the bladed monster that was heading for the princess’ tower. Snatching up a second sword from a fallen enemy, he dashed up to block the creature’s way. “That will be far enough,” he said bravely to the beast, standing in the way of it and the front doors.

The monster, after a few seconds, emitted a loud rumbling from deep inside itself. It was laughing at him, amazed that someone in this place would dare to challenge him. I a dark voice that seemed to speak the language of death, he answered, “Who are you to stop me?” Ganon said grinning, flexing his huge teeth.

“Jarred, the Bombchu apprentice,” the young man answered, still not moving.

“Indeed Jarred,” Ganon smirked, “and what is it you wish me to stop doing? I see nothing wrong here.”

“Leave this place now, evildoer, and take your beasts with you.”

Ganon was quite amused now. Never had he seen such will, such spirit. Not even the Hero himself had such power. “Evildoer?” he asked. “You should know, apprentice, the paths of good and evil are separated by a mere sliver of conscience. There is always a way to turn from good to evil, even in the blink of an eye.” He rose to his full height, blocking out the sunlight, casting his gargantuan shadow down on Jarred, who still did not move. “But now you bore me, apprentice,” he muttered, and with a claw swipe threw him into the river.

Jarred could see nothing, hear nothing. The only sounds in his mind were the screams of the innocent before he lost consciousness. He drifted down the moat’s river, and knew no more.

Hours later, he awoke slowly with a throbbing pain in his forehead. Wondering why he was in the water, he rose from the cold liquid to see the horrific destruction of what was once Hyrule Square. Decay and shamble was the theme, and Ganon had risen to the occasion, despite having only been resurrected hours before. Jarred wandered the shattered streets, calling out for people, but secretly knowing there would be no reply.

Making his way back to his home, the back alleys, he could hear a muffled noise coming from what used to be Blair’s house. Hoping to see her, he broke down the splintered doorway that led to the old woman’s dwelling. He could see nothing through the cloud of dust that hung over the ancient place, but still could hear the muffled sound, coming from inside a floor cabinet that was painted green, but was splattered with grey dust.

Bending down, he gingerly opened the cabinet to find, behind the creaking noise, Blair’s small miniature pinscher Trooper. He gave a low howl, and walked out apparently unharmed, shaking off the dust that had settled into his short brown fur. Jarred looked down on the small creature that was Blair’s only family, and saw that in his deep, brown eyes that the dog knew its master was gone forever.

“I’m sorry,” he said sadly to the dog, who had tears now flowing down its face. He stood up and looked down at the dog, who was following him now. “Come on,” he said to Trooper, “I’ll take care of you now.” The dog looked somewhat happy, but ran into the small kitchen that Blair had often cooked food for them both, and brought back a red scarf in its mouth. Blair’s old scarf, Jarred thought, she must have left it behind, like Trooper.

Jarred understood, and tied it to the dog’s neck, which would hopefully bring the poor thing some joy, and together they walked out of the sad house. If Blair’s gone, I need to find Kent or Keean, Jarred thought to himself, seeing Trooper faithfully following by his side. A few hours ago, he’d just been the Bombchu shop apprentice, thinking of Malon the farm girl and laughing with Kent and Keean. He looked back at the castle, which was now black and tall, as it was in the days that Ganon ruled before. Times change, Jarred thought to himself, and as they change, we must change with the times. He walked out of Hyrule Market, promising to return, and make Ganon pay for these sins. Ready for change, he left, and never looked back.

The time of peace was over, and the time of war had only just begun.

 

[Sika]

I hope now you´re happy. You clinged me to THREE different stories.

At first glance I thought "Heck, two Zelda fics?, I hope there different from each other". Well, neither one has anything to do with the other. Phew.

Both stories are good, and I liked some comedical scenes you put every once in a while, though the darkness has emerged, i think we won´t be seeing those kind of scenes anymore, but i hope you put more to make it less dense in the next chapters. It´s not that i´m saying this is dense, but if in the future chapters you focus only in the fight scenes, that would be dense an monotone.

At least i know this fic derives from OoT unlike the other, i think. And i liked the guest appeareances (Malon, that was funny for a pretty lady).

Hope you write more of this.

 

[Power Shot]

Chapter Three- A New Legacy

Kakariko Village had once been a wonderful town on the south side of Death Mountain. It held its own beauties of life, children playing in the chicken coop, pestering Anju as she attempted to gather them up, covering her sneezes with her long red hair. The well was dry, but plans had been made to revive it to its former glory, and carpenters still paced through the town, hauling wood and other materials to the various buildings, be it the old windmill, which spun at every hour of the day, or the potion shop where the old hag worked, keeping her spells and secrets. If you had just arrived in Hyrule, you’d hardly think that Ganon held power over the land, and in three months alone had corrupted it. But until today, Kakariko had stood alone, the last free town in Hyrule.

But the settlement was not invincible.

Because today, Ganon had learned of the secrets it held, and that the resistance was at its strongest there, and soon flames ravaged the buildings, sealing off all attempts to escape. Theoretically, no one in the small town could have escaped the wrath of Ganon, who had felt an example was in order so the other provinces nearby would fall to his rule.

Luckily, the resistance had gotten word of the attack in time, and that was why Jarred and Nomen now shifted through the caves under Death Mountain, looking for refuge for the survivors. Nomen parted his long blond hair aside as he and Jarred attempted to seek a new home.

“Lucky for us we heard about it, huh Captain?” the young man asked, grinning up at his leader.

Jarred sighed. He still was unused to the title. He was leader of the resistance, but he hated being called captain. “Get me Keean,” he muttered to the man. “I need his opinion on this.” He saw with satisfaction that Nomen obeyed, and ducked out of the Cavern that the two had discovered.

Three months ago, when Blair had been killed and the world had fallen apart to allow Ganon entry, Jarred had formed the resistance, an alliance sworn to destroy Ganon’s evil. Recruiting had not been easy, but now Jarred had two hundred men, women, and children in his charge, as well as the new refugees from Kakariko. This was mostly due to Nomen, the eager young man that went everywhere with Jarred, thirsty for demon blood. He seemed to be slightly younger than Jarred, with long blond hair and blue eyes. He stood smaller than Jarred, only coming up to his shoulders, but dressed in the manner of the Hero of Time, as Jarred once did with his cardboard box. Nomen was Jarred’s lieutenant, along with Keean, and he’d stirred up masses of people to fight for Hyrule, for he was a powerful inspiration to others, speaking as though he‘d suffered as they had, pleading for people to fight for the dead.

Jarred had long since removed the Hero clothes Keean had forced him to wear, and now sported a long black trench coat that was always left hanging open, revealing the black shirt he wore, with the black pants. Two jagged scars ran down his left eye, a memento of Ganon’s farewell present to him, and one he yearned to pay back. His brown hair had grown out longer, for there were few barbers in this time of war.

Satisfied, he heard the footsteps of two people, Nomen and Keean, coming through the tunnels that he’d gotten through. He stood alone in a large cavern, awaiting the other two. Keean appeared first, exhausted as always, followed by Nomen. Keean hadn’t changed much since he ran like a coward from the Courtyard. Jarred had met up with him in Kakariko, when the resistance had moved there, seeking protection. But I grow weary of this task, he thought, bending down to feel the floor of the cavern.

“What did you want Jarred?” Keean asked, moving through the cave, inspecting the details.

“Will this do for the resistance?” he asked. The others came first. He was leader, and he needed to put their concerns before his own.

“Hmmm… the foundation isn’t bad,” he answered absentmindedly, moving through the cave. “Plenty of room here for everyone, right under the mountain though.” He looked up and smiled, “Yes this place will do quite nicely. Just need to redecorate though and we’ll be able to move in.”

Jarred returned to the work of shifting the boulders, grunting that he’d heard. Nomen resumed work eagerly with him, and Keean went outside to inform the others, who were in Goron City seeking refuge. “We can do this, right?” he asked Nomen, who paused from his work to look up at the tall man.

“I’ve never known you to be wrong before Jarred,” Nomen answered, and left Jarred satisfied.

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Construction took forever, it seemed to Jarred, for even the Gorons could only do so much. They came by the dozens to help and live in the refuge, for they were tired of Ganon and his rule. Escape was an essential, so three entrances were created: one in Goron City, another in the mountain, and the first entrance, to Kakariko. Gradually, the crack in the mountain turned into a home for thousands. Jarred was proud of his troops, and as no leader is whole without people to lead, he knew it was because of his people’s beliefs in him.

Months passed, summer became winter, and the defense was fortified inside the refuge. Ganon had learned that the refuge existed, and he was keen to destroy all of Jarred’s people. That won’t happen, he vowed silently, one night in midwinter, the day before she arrived.

Lon Lon Ranch had been destroyed by Ganon’s demons. Talon, the owner, had refused from the beginning to support Ganon’s minions, so he’d been made another example of. And on that day, Jarred walked out to the burnt ruins of Kakariko, snowed in with winter frost, to assist the people with moving supplies.

They recognized him, but then again everyone knew who he was, just not the name. The refugees had little with them, which left Jarred feeling off, he had been counting on them bringing cattle for food and milk.

He casually strolled through the ruined city, putting on a tough face for the newcomers. They are in my world now, he thought, observing them closely. There are only ten, but when you are responsible for feeding thousands, you see them as users of the food you work so hard to provide. At least they brought a few cows…

Aloud, he called, “Welcome, refugees. I’m happy to see that you made it.” Five men, three children, and two women were all that were left of Lon Lon Ranch. Them and ten cows. “Follow me to the refuge.”

One of the women walked up to him, motioning for the others behind to follow. She had dusty red hair, though only a year at most younger than Jarred was. Her blue eyes were holding back tears, even Jarred could see that. “What is it?” he asked her gently, focusing on showing the way to the others.

“Nothing.”

The girl collapsed onto him, weeping into his chest. Jarred felt alarmed, but comforted her. “What happened at the ranch?” he asked, pulling her face up to his.

She looked at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen, blurting out, “I’m Malon of the ranch. Talon, my father, was executed by Ganon earlier, before we could leave the ranch.”

“Malon!?” Jarred blurted too, though for another reason. Malon, as in Malon that slapped me? Aloud, he said, “Weren’t you at the Festival of Time?” he asked casually, though still supporting her with one arm.

“Yes, I was there, that horrible day,” she muttered, wiping away her tears. “That was the last day there was peace. We just barely got away.”

“Yes,” murmured Jarred, distracted with his own thoughts. “I fought him. I too barely survived. What does not kill you makes you stronger I guess.”

She nodded, and moved away from him, embarrassed that she should need help from a stranger. “Are you Jarred, the leader?” she asked, gesturing at the small gathering following them up to the cavern.

As Jarred’s head spun, he nodded as he attempted to locate the entrance to the resistance stronghold. Enchantments had been placed on the dreary entrance to protect the people from harm. He saw the signpost that read To Goron City and knew he was close.

A magician in the resistance had managed a complicated piece of magic on the entrance, disguising it as an ordinary waterfall. Jarred’s eyes latched onto it, but immediately wandered to something else, a sensation he had long before grown accustomed to, the secondary defense that caused all who saw the waterfall to instantly lose interest in it. He felt grateful for Eryngo, the magician who had created the spell, and now led the magician section of the forces under Nomen.

“Is that it?” asked one of the refugees, who was growing cold as the night approached. No one could tell it was night, for there was no sun nowadays. Dreary clouds shrouded the land in a grey darkness that was only broken by the coming of night.

Jarred turned around to see them fully, sizing up which ones could go into the campaign forces. “Yes,” he said finally, “this is your new home.” And without waiting, resisting the spell’s protection, he walked through the waterfall, followed by the others.

The refugees let out gasps of amazement as the waterfall left them dry, and gave way to the largest underground cave ever constructed. Larger than Goron City, the walls were carved out, yet never gave way. The unique location under the mountain gave the resistance warmth during the winter, but cooled during the summer, like adobe. A young man with flaming red hair came up to them.

“Hello Eryngo,” Jarred said, hailing him as the magician master wandered through a group of Zora criticizing the fish that had been created for them by the magicians. Their greatest advances allowed tem to prepare food from rocks, but left something to the taste that was considered widely in the stronghold to be lacking.

Eryngo brushed off his wizard robes and surveyed the small group that Jarred had led in. “Are these the workers from Lon Lon?” he asked, also looking them over, to see which he could recruit. A tall and imposing figure, Eryngo was fully aware of his duties, and had never once failed Jarred. A tall order, considering he was in charge of all alchemic units for the resistance.

“Yes Eryngo,” Jarred answered, moving forward to grasp the magician’s hand. “I trust you’ll see to them?”

“No problem,” Eryngo replied, motioning to the escaped peoples to follow him. “Oh, Jarred,” he said suddenly, “I think Nomen and Keean were looking for you.”

“All right, I’ll check it out.” He watched the group moved away, or rather, he watched as Malon moved away. Focus, he muttered to himself, and left to find his lieutenants. The corridors he traversed were numerous, for he and Keean had devised every passageway in the mountain, to ensure the most possible safety, but he finally made his way towards the rooms of his two second in commands.

“Hey Jarred,” Keean hailed him, as he rested in a cozy chair transmuted from a boulder. Nomen paced around the room, an anxious look rested upon his face.

“How many survived the ranch?” Nomen asked, stopping to look at him.

“About ten,” Jarred answered, it was all he could get out before he was assaulted by a running miniature pincher, Trooper, who was overjoyed to see his master. Taking two great bounds, he leaped into Jarred’s arms, spraying him with drool, covering his face with licks.

“That little?” Keean asked, for he had truly been hoping for reinforcements. “What do we do now?”

Restraining Trooper, Jarred sat down to properly discuss the matter. “I know we were expecting more, but, well, at least it’s less work for the magicians.”

“Well, I still want to speak with Talon, the owner,” Keean finished.

“Can’t.”

“Why not?” asked Nomen, who had resumed his pacing.

“Dead apparently,” Jarred muttered, “they now have in charge some girl named Malon.” Who I can’t get out of my head, he added silently.

“I didn’t expect that,” Keean replied, standing up to indicate the graveness of the situation. “If Ganon keep on killing off his subjects, soon he won’t have any left.”

“I think the time has long since past when Ganon cared about his subjects living,” Nomen agreed, “we’re still trying to evacuate as many Zora as we can before Ganon can attack them and wipe them out.”

“We need a date on that attack Nomen,” said the balding man, “what’s our spy on the inside say?”

“Two weeks, he said. Just enough time to organize our defenses.”

“No.”

Both men turned and looked at Jarred for uttering the word. “What do you mean ’no’?” they asked simultaneously.

“The troops are not yet ready to fight evil, even with all our alchemic units.” Even though Jarred hated to admit weakness, he knew for a fact that his forces were in no way ready to combat evil on such a large scale.

He set Trooper down on the floor, and walked out of the room, muttering that he would come back later, and his head was distracted. Sidestepping through Eryngo’s training sessions, he made his way towards the only haven there for him.

The waterfall was constantly guarded by a man named Avon, who had been among the first members of the resistance. Avon was a short man with a long, black beard, giving the impression that he was a dwarf. He always wore the same stuffy battle armor, black and encrusted with his seal, a dragon breathing fire. Still, it gave him some joy to see Jarred climb up to his perch.

“Hello Avon, how’ve you been?” Jarred asked, settling down on a stone chair next to Avon’s.

“Can’t complain, it’s been a bit too peaceful for my taste,” he replied, pulling out a small pipe from his side patch, along with a sliver of tobacco. “It really is soothing up here, watching over everyone.” He was right. Even without the waterfall, whose calming waters always made the same noises, it was cheerful to see the young ones under them, playing and learning with their parents, as though nothing was wrong.

“Don’t you wish you could be them?” Jarred asked, motioning to the parents and the children. Above all, Jarred had always wanted a normal life, even after Ganon’s arrival.

“I was going to ask you that, Jarred,” the dwarf answered, puffing out rings of smoke from his mouth. “I saw you come in with that girl too. Malon right?”

“Yeah, I met her once in the Festival,” the leader said, looking at the happy children. “I don’t think she remembers me.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised,” Avon muttered, shifting in his chair. “A lot happened that day. People separated, dead, lost. Do you remember her?”

“What kind of stupid question is that?” Jarred chuckled, rubbing the check where she had slapped him. The two scars around his eye ran down across it. “Of course I remember her, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be talking about it with you.”

“Yeah, you’re right about that,” the short man said, puffing the pipe, sending heart-shaped smoke into the distance, making Jarred blush. “But how do you feel about her? You only met her once.”

“I don’t understand it either,” the tall man agreed. “I guess I have feelings for her, but why though? You’re right, I only just saw her again.”

“Jarred, I’ve known you for a while. We talk up here about things, but you’re always honest with me. You seek the things in life you know you cannot have. You want a family to take care of, a wife to love, and children to raise. And yet you have denied yourself those things. Why?”

“Because I can’t have a weakness,” Jarred murmured. “You have the right idea Avon, I do want a family, but that would give me a weakness. All these people,” he looked out into the crowd, “depend on me making their choices for them.”

“Yes, Jarred,” finished Avon, who had gotten up. “But when will you make a choice for yourself?” The dwarf smiled, stretched, and left the balcony to take a walk around the stronghold, leaving Jarred to ponder his advice.

If they can find happiness in evil, could the same be true for me? he thought, gazing down at all the people. Footsteps were echoing across the walls and floor, but he cared little for who it was. Probably Avon, he said silently.

“Is this place taken?” asked a girl’s voice. Jarred turned to see it was Malon, in all her beauty. She sat next to him to watch the people.

“No, I don’t mind,” Jarred muttered, his mind on other thoughts.

“You’re Jarred, right?” she asked again. “We spoke earlier, I’m Malon from the ranch.”

“I know who you are,” Jarred muttered, holding out a hand, which was accepted by her. “Why are you here?”

She moved closer to him, her breathing giving away her unshed tears. “I just saw you and needed someone to talk to.”

“What about?”

“What’s been happening, and why are we suffering like this?” she blurted out, holding his arm. “You’re leader, why is all this going on?”

Jarred didn’t speak for a moment, so intense were the questions. “Not a day goes by that I don’t ask myself that,” he said, looking out into the crowds. Nightfall was coming, and the families were eager to get their children to bed. “But suffering? We aren’t living as we once did, but they make the best of what they have, for at least they have each other.”

“You’re right,” she murmured, “I’m just not used to it yet.” She looked up at him. He seemed so strong, like a fortress that could never be defeated. “You remind me of someone I saw once, I can’t place where.”

Jarred chuckled, Maybe what she needs is a memory jogger. Aloud he answered, “Yeah I probably do, pretty lady.” He smiled as her memory clicked into formation, and she remembered what happened with him.

“You,” she said slowly, rising to leave, “I remember you now. You’re the guy that called me that, and beat me.”

“Sounds like me,” he said grinning, standing up to, but grabbing her hand. “And unless I’m mistaken, you still owe me.”

She laughed, amazed at how someone could remember something so trivial at such times. Jarred seemed more than a man to her, for reasons she could not describe.

And so it was, that like the finding of a missing puzzle piece, so did they find each other. Upon that cliff they kissed for the first time, and Jarred cursed every day it had been delayed to him. Nothing mattered, not Ganon, nor the resistance, just the sweet farm girl whom he held in his arms, never to let go.

Time stood still for them, but outside them, time’s flow went on. The attack on Zora Domain was not stopped, but the Zora had been evacuated, and consented to live in the stronghold. Half a year went by, and by that time, Hyrule had been lost. Only the Kokiri and the Gerudos were left free. The rest were scattered across the fields, or in the resistance posts outside the main base.

But one day, in early summer, Malon put on a white dress, braided her red hair with flowers, and went to meet Jarred on the summit of Death Mountain, led by Keean. A large congregation was there, as well as one of the great fairies.

Jarred stood near the crater’s entrance indifferent to the heat. He had donned the old Hero clothes that he’d long since tucked away, and wore the green tunic with pride, for there would be no other day like this in history. Malon, accompanied by Keean, who was to give her away, walked up to were he stood with Eryngo and Nomen.

Marriage has never been an odd thing in times of war and peril, people elope right and left. But for one day, on that summit, it felt like for once Ganon had never existed, and all was right with the world. Jarred took her by her hands, and smiled.

The thousands of beings amassed there watched on as Eryngo placed upon them rings crafted by the Gorons, but for Jarred and Malon, it was as though they were quite alone, for they were gaining the greatest desire in their hearts. Keean cried into his shirt, Nomen stood beside his leader with pride, and Avon was still in his place, guarding the hideaway, when he heard Eryngo say, “You may kiss the bride.”

We all forge our own destinies in this world, our own legacies for others to remember, he chuckled to himself, stretching his arms, but I hope they get back here before they’re found out.

And, still smiling, he walked up the trail himself, to warn the others that the real party was to be held inside the caverns, and no liquor was to be brought outside.

 

[Sika]

Sorry for not reviewing before, it wasn´t until today in the morning i could read the chapters.

I kinda liked this chapter. Your description is always good, it´s not a boring experience, in fact there are pretty funny parts. Length was average, but if you can stretch it, it would be alright.

Jarred X Malon... Yay!!
Married already?... d-oh! Kinda rushed, just explain me why and i´ll be happy.

It seems this chapter was a setup for the full of action that are coming, right?
I´ll be waiting and take your time.

 

[Power Shot]

Chapter Four: Good News and Bad News

It had been a month since the marriage, but Jarred and Malon had never been happier. The entire cave seemed full of life and joy. The walls echoed with triumphant shouts of joy as families were started, and children were brought into the world.

And that was why it had to be done.

“Disbanding?” shouted Nomen and Keean at once. The announcement had come in a meeting that was attended by high-ranking officers in the Resistance. Nomen and Keean were representatives from the now-strong army that had been rallied. Eryngo was there from the alchemist divisions, along with his second, Frieda, a woman who held mightier powers than most of the divisions.

There were others: Link and Jar, leaders of the band of Goron guerilla warriors that had accepted Jarred’s friendship. Link, named after the Hero of Time, was their chieftain. Zoras Gill and Teak led the Zoras, also in attendance, were lightweight fighters that led the sea division Zora fighters. All were shocked at the statement.

“No, not disbanding,” Jarred sighed, rubbing his head with his hands. “I want everyone separated and scattered. If we split up the Resistance, we have a better chance of eluding Ganon’s eye.”

“But if we separate, we won’t be easy to contact,” Nomen muttered in his chair. The gathering clustered around the round table that was used for such meetings.

“However, if we separated, we might be able to do more damage,” Jar said, deep in thought at this proposal. “It might be hard to do though, it wouldn’t be easy to fix spots for people to hide in.”

“Then we shouldn’t hide,” Keean muttered, arching his brows as everyone turned to stare at him. “What? If we try actually building villages, making Ganon think we’re accepting his rule, it may lead him to believe that we are disbanded. After all, we’re already here yes? Ganon is probably wondering where his subjects are.”

“Good point,” Nomen replied, sitting back. “that would make him feel less threatened.”

“Excuse me.” A man with a familiar old face walked into the room, straight towards Jarred. Avon always did like to take messages.

“What is it Avon?” Jarred asked, looking up from his discussion. “I’m kind of busy.”

“Sorry Jarred, forgive me for disturbing,” Avon replied, his eyes glinting with excitement. “Your wife wants to have a word with you, she said it was very important.”

“Can Malon wait?” Jarred asked. He never liked refusing his wife, but sometimes his duties took precedence.

“No sir, she said it was urgent.”

“Very well,” he said, Malon would never disturb something like a meeting unless it was truly important. “We will continue this debate later.” With a wave of farewell, he left the meeting chambers and headed towards his and Malon’s home.

When he and Malon had gotten married, everyone made a huge deal about it. There was non-stop celebrating for a week before anything could be done. The Gorons had constructed a comfortable home for them to live together in, despite Jarred’s best efforts to restrain people from giving them gifts, he knew there was little to be spared.

The home was of acceptable size, no larger than a three-room suite, but Jarred’s followers generally put up with worse conditions. There was one living room, a dining room, and a bedroom. They were all small, but to Jarred they were worth more than anything Ganon could ever have. His followers’ trust.

Malon was sitting down in the bedroom when he arrived. She wore plain clothes, little could be given during the time. She often wore the same farm girl attire that she’d worn the day she met Jarred. She jumped for joy when she heard him come through the small wooden door, rushing through the rooms to embrace her husband.

“I came as soon as I could,” Jarred muttered, stealing a kiss from her. “What is it, dear heart?”

“Jarred, I have some wonderful news,” she replied, tears coming to her eyes. “Sit down.”

Jarred obliged, resting himself on their bed. “What is this important news?”

“Something’s happened, sweetheart, something wonderful.” She rested her head against his broad chest, trying to find the right words.

“Don’t keep me in suspense,” Jarred teased, stroking her long, flowing red hair.

“Jarred,” she said softly, “I’m pregnant.”

Jarred took the news as bluntly as if he’d been struck with a hammer. He stopped moving, and looked at her very carefully.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, very serious.

“Positive,” she answered, feeling her stomach. “Aren’t you happy?” She seemed worried by the look on his face.

“I’m okay?” Jarred asked back, holding her tightly. “I’ve never been happier in my life.” He felt joy beyond what words he had said. He was going to be a father. He had everything he ever wanted.

“Come on,” he said grinning, grasping her hand, “we need to tell everyone!”

They both laughed as they ran out into the dug streets, proclaiming the happy news. They were met with cheers, everyone was so happy. There was yet another feast, which lasted well until dawn.

Jarred was ecstatic. He’d never been so happy, so full of joy. Malon was at his side the whole time, laughing and rejoicing at her pregnancy. It was at two in the morning however, that something went wrong.

Jarred had had his twentieth mug of ale, as he was now doing the drinking for two, when Avon crept up to him from behind his seat.

“Sir, beg your pardon, but we’ve had a slight problem,” the old man whispered into his ear.

“What’s the trouble?” asked Jarred absentmindedly, very red in the face.

“Intruder got in sir, you need to see him,” Avon muttered back to his drunken leader.

“Why is that Avon?” Jarred replied, bellowing for more ale.

“His name is Kent. He claims to know you.”

Jarred stood up, suddenly very much sober at the mention of the name. “Show me to him,” he said very clearly, and consented to be led to the council’s chambers.

Eryngo was standing outside the door keeping watch. As Jarred and Avon drew closer, he hailed them, “He’s in there sir. He says he has something important for you.”

“What?” Jarred asked professionally.

“He’s keeping it to himself, Keean and Nomen are in there too.”

“Thank you Eryngo,. Stand guard with Avon until I emerge from the chamber,” he muttered. His orders were carried out in perfect execution. If it really is Kent, I need to make sure, he thought. He could not let personal feeling disrupt his duties.

He opened the door, revealing the three people within. Nomen and Keean were pacing in front of a bald, portly man. He was protesting strongly against his imprisonment.

“Let me go I say!” he said, struggling violently in the chair he was tied up in. “Keean, you’d better let me out of here, or Jarred will kill you for not letting me see him!”

“Since when do you make decisions for me, Kent?” Jarred asked, closing the door behind him. “Time apart has evidently misaligned your thoughts on me.”

“Oh, sorry mister-high-and-mighty,” Kent sneered with a false tone. “I forgot you’re the leader now of a big shot operation that hasn’t been able to stop a fly from invading a town now.”

“Yep, that’s him,” Jarred sighed, waving his hand. “You can let him go, he’s the real thing.”

“You probably shouldn’t take that as a compliment Kent,” Keean sniggered, while Nomen untied the old man from his bonds.

“Shut up, I didn‘t come all this way to be insulted,” Kent muttered, brushing himself off. In the light, he looked far more frail than Jarred had last seen. His skin was more tightly bound to his bones, and he was in rags. “I have something I think Jarred might like to see.”

“What Kent?” Jarred asked, already sick of Kent and Keean’s constant bickering. “I’m very busy today.”

“Yeah, I heard,” Kent said sarcastically. “You got that girl pregnant, so you feel the need to party all night. Kids are nothing but trouble.”

“Funny, so are old, perverted men.”

“What is it you have for the Captain?” Nomen asked impatiently.

“Captain? You’ve got to be kidding me!” Kent laughed, pointing his finger at Jarred, whom he noticed was not finding humor in what he was saying. “Hem, anyway, I’ve been gone a while-”

“We hardly noticed,” Keean interrupted.

“And you probably wonder what I did during that time?”

“Not really,” Jarred interjected.

“WELL,” Kent said, rising above the denoting sarcasm, “I found out something about Ganon.”

“We already know he’s ugly Kent,” Keean interrupted, laughing with Jarred.

“Maybe I should leave and take my information with me.”

“All right,” Jarred choked out. He’d been laughing too hard, “Let’s be serious here. What did you find out Kent?”

“I found a map,” he answered, as though he’d discovered the way to the perfect medicine.

“So what?”

“It’s a map about Ganon,” he muttered pulling up a table abandoned in the corner. “Here.” He pulled out a slightly yellowed map from his coat, only seven years old at the most. On it was the Temple of Time, and three circles.

“What does this have to do with anything?” Nomen muttered, he’d never had much patience with maps.

“The Three Pearls,” Kent muttered, tracing the lines from the Temple of Time. “They were what kept Ganon sealed away for seven years. One for Din, another for Farore, and a third for Naryu.”

“What did this? Who created these things?” Jarred asked, bending low over the map.

“I do not know. This map was all I could deduce,” Kent muttered. “They were created by someone- don’t really know who- but their main purpose was to seal Ganon away in the Sacred Realm.”

“If that’s true, why did these pearls die?” Keean asked, it was all very confusing for him.

“I think they’re linked to the Hero of Time, as such, they began to die when he left Hyrule. I guess seven was the number of years allowed for the Hero to be away, but I guess he forgot about it.”

“So, what should be done then?” Jarred asked, sitting down in the chair Kent had been strapped to.

“That’s the thing, I’m not quite-”

“SIR!”

Eryngo and Avon burst into the room, looking shocked and wild-eyed. “What happened?” Jarred asked, worrying about Malon.

“Sir, it’s Ganon’s army, they’re on the move,” Avon shouted, panting for breath. “They’re headed towards the Gerudo Fortress!”

“But why would Ganon attack his own kind?” Jarred asked. It made no sense.

“Ganon is a demon. He doesn’t have a kind anymore.”

“Right, should have thought of that,” Jarred muttered to himself. Our army is ready now, perhaps we can take Ganon and his minions.

“We’re going to fight,” Jarred proclaimed. “Terminate the party, how far are they from the Fortress?”

“About a day’s travel,” Eryngo answered enthusiastically.

“We can reach it in time, if we leave now,” Nomen agreed He could already taste demon blood.

“Let’s do it,” Jarred said, turning to his commanders. “Avon, alert Jar and Link of the situation, and mobilize their forces. I want Eryngo to get us as many people in the alchemy forces as possible.

“…Nomen, prepare the standard army… I’ll go get Gill and Teak’s forces.” The group broke off into their assigned areas. Kent followed Jarred to the Zora fighters.

“Jarred, what may I do?” he asked. He wasn’t going to fight, but he wanted to help.

“Get to work on that map. Regardless of what the Pearls do, I think we may need all three.” Kent nodded, and rushed off to work.

Soon, at least three thousand fighters from all races stood in line, waiting for their Captain. They were prepared. They might not have been trained as best as possible, but they were ready to fight.

Jarred presided in front of them, looking up and down their ranks, before he made a famous speech, much like ones he’d seen done in times of war.

“Everyone,” he began, standing in their center. They had been organized outside Death Mountain, for the Resistance did not have room enough inside to house so many at once. “I will not lie to you, for my honesty and leadership are my most powerful weapons. We will face Ganon today.”

Terrified whispering began in the ranks. Some were having second thoughts.

“However, we are stronger than any monster, or any being in this world or the next,” Jarred continued. “We fight for the ones we love, for what we love, and for the country of our birth.” Cheers were heard, but still Jarred spoke on. “We fight for good, not evil as Ganon has done. We rally our cause in the defense of those we love. We cannot fail to uphold the justice that Ganon has for so long avoided.”

“Let’s kill those freaks!” a voice in the back shouted, met with roars of battle from the entire force.

“MOVE OUT!” Jarred bellowed, and the army began to march towards the desert, towards Ganon’s forces.

Jarred was at the back, letting Keean and Nomen led the cavalry. He needed to see his wife.

He found her in their room, tightly curled up on the floor. He bent down to speak to her. “Dear heart, I must go,” he whispered sadly, “I wished I could spend every moment of my life with you, but my men call for blood.”

Malon looked up into his brown eyes, afraid of losing him forever. “I lost my father to Ganon,” she said, reaching for his hand, placing it on her belly. “I don’t want this little one to share the same fate.”

He held her tight, not wishing to let go. “I promise,” he swore back, “in the name of the Goddesses that protect our land, that I will live to see our child Malon.”

She kissed him, tears flowing down her cheeks. “I can ask no more than that. You must do what you have been chosen by fate to do”

Jarred stood up, kissed her again, and went out the door. Reaching for the handle, he said in a cheerful voice, “I’ll be back.”

 

[mindripper]

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He who was destinded to have all he desired, would lose all he had come to chersih."

This is actually a good line, but it is a real pity that you spelt it wrongly. Do correct it.

Actually, I was going to review this earlier, but it really slipped my mind. Sorry and sorry again. I do feel that this work does deserve a few more reviewers than it has ATM, and thus I am kinda glad to be reviewing and all.

The first thing I realised is that your chapters are getting a little shorter as they progress. Do make them a little longer. I don;t know how, but perhaps you could try any means to get some reviewers, because seeing a block of text can be a little daunting at times to the reader.

Oh I like stories incorporating magic, and kudos to you for having that. I felt that the writing was pretty good, and you do have a solid base to work on. Do keep it up, and till next chappie, good luck.

 

[Sika]

Sorry for not reviewing until now.

The stories you write become progressively more interesting as more chapters go on.

The description is good, but the length could have been longer. However this was the preparation chapter before the war, wasn´t it?

This chapter was 4 out of 5 overall.

 

[Power Shot]

Extensive w00ting time! I finished another chapter! Doesn't everyone feel great? Now review my pretties!

Chapter Five- Death of the Father​

Outside the desert stood a sole man at the head of an army of warriors. His black trench coat clashed with the yellow sand swirling in the winds that echoed through Gerudo Valley, outside of Desert Colossus. His dark hair was untamed, flying around like the sand. His hard eyes were scanning the desert before him.

Behind him were two men, his lieutenants. They stood in line to order their separate groups of warriors if the need arose. One was balding and skinny, with a brain to match a sage-Keean. He stood at the head of the first wave of men, a group of thousands, that would lead before the second wave.

Nomen, the second commander, was a young man in his late teens, like Jarred, but younger. He had proven himself though, and stood at the helm of Jarred’s second group of fighters. His long blond hair was carefully tucked away in his green tunic, so it would not get in the way of his eyes. He was wearing light armor over the tunic Jarred had given him, his clear blue eyes focused on the path ahead.

The Resistance was going to fight.

Eryngo was leading a division of his own, the alchemy group. The wizard’s short, grey hair was stiff, and his short beard was twitching along with the rest of his mouth. He was anxious to fight, but felt butterflies dancing in his stomach.

“Are you all right?” asked a woman, his second. Frieda was a short woman with long black hair and pale grey eyes.

“Y-yes,” Eryngo muttered, as the battalion marched on. “I’m just, I’ve never been in a battle before, and here I am leading in one.”

“Don’t think,” Frieda reassured the man. “Just remember what the Captain said, and remember what we’re fighting for.”

Eryngo knew she was right. Sometimes the woman was wiser than he was; therefore, she stood by his side to aid him. He was the most powerful sorcerer in the Resistance, but he wasn’t as brave as he seemed to his commander. Why Jarred had chosen him he would never know, because Jarred’s thoughts were kept secret from everyone save Malon, his wife.

Jarred’s heart was pounding. He scared out of his mind at the risk he was taking, sending the Resistance to battle. He didn’t even know if they were ready.

He had brought only a few Zoras, because they would not be much help in the dry terrain. Gorons were useful everywhere, so there were at least a hundred of the rock eaters lined up in the front to protect the weaker humans.

Gerudo Fortress crouched like a colossus on a hill, growing larger against the amber sky as they approached. Two gangly figures were coming up on the horizon. Jarred narrowed his eyes, and saw the scouts Teak and Ford tramping through the desert sand to meet him. Jarred had called them to spy upon the enemy forces; they saluted as they approached

“Status report,” Jarred commanded, returning the salute from his horse, a black stallion named Zero.

“Sir,” Teak said, walking alongside him, unveiling a map of the desert from his tunic. “Ganon’s demons are moving swiftly across the northern part of the desert. If we went west as we are now, we could reach the Gerudo before him.”

“Good,” Jarred answered. That meant that there would be a chance for more forces from the Gerudo. Frieda would have to come with him and Nomen to speak with the Gerudu, they always trusted women more than men.

“Zero, let’s go,” he muttered to his horse, nudging the stallion’s body with his boot. The horse neighed, and galloped forward into the desert. They were followed by the army of Jarred’s followers.

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As the cold night air of the desert began to settle in, two guardswomen stood in front of the bridge leading up to the Gerudo Fortress. They weren’t foolish enough to stay on the bridge for very long, owing to the gigantic waterfall that spanned hundreds of feet below them. Both wore thick armor for their night shift, though the desert was scorching during the daylight hours, it was chilling after the sun set.

“What’s that?” one of them peered through her visor. There was a large group of people approaching the bridge.

“Not sure,” said the other, who lifted a lantern to take a better look. In front of them was a lone figure on a black horse, leading them in the direction of the fortress. “Who goes there!” shouted the woman.

There was no answer until the man on the horse drew nearer to the guards. He slowly crossed the bridge to them, not bringing out any weapons. They lifted their spears in response to the man’s mute voice.

“Put those away,” the man muttered, getting off of his horse, and sent it back to his army. “I am here for your assistance.”

They were able to gaze upon Jarred’s massive form fully now, but kept their weapons raised. “What is it that you want?”

“I want you to allow us to assist you,” Jarred answered. “I am Jarred, Captain of the Resistance. We are here, my army, to help you fight against Ganon.”

The two looked at each other, before lowering their weapons. “Please follow us,” they said in unison. “We have been waiting for you.”

Jarred bowed, and motioned to his army to follow. Slowly, the army came across the small and life-threatening bridge. They didn’t have much time before Ganon would arrive.

The army moved in formation in the direction of the gigantic fortress that all the Gerudu called home. It was a simple structure, though mighty. A block based fortress constructed from an adobe-like brick, which kept it warm during the night but cool in the day. That was their destination, so Jarred moved back to speak with Nomen.

“What is it Jarred?” Nomen asked, quickening the pace of his horse.

“Get me Frieda,” Jarred muttered. “The three of us are going to negotiate with the Gerudu. They’d want a woman to talk with.”

“Smart thinking,” Nomen answered, before turning his horse towards Eryngo and Frieda’s units.

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“Presenting Jarred, Captain of the Resistance. He requests an audience with you.”

The voice of a guard echoed through a room deep within the Fortress. Inside stood a single chair, plated with gold and a rainbow of gems, and surrounded by people. Upon that chair sat a red-headed woman, tall and crowned with gold. The queen of the Gerudo.

Jarred knelt. “Greetings Highness,” he said. Behind him stood Nomen and Frieda.

“Rise Captain,” the queen answered. “You may call me Nabooru.”

“Nabooru,” Jarred replied, standing to his feet. “I am here wit my army to help defend against an upcoming attack by the King of Evil.”

“Enough formalities,” the Gerudo answered. She stood, and stepped off the throne. “This wasn’t how things were done in the first times of Ganon. We were unorganized, and weak. Our army has deteriorated since the Hero of Time vanished, so we will accept all help we can.” She snapped her fingers, and a young woman materialized from behind her chair. The girl had hair as red as Nabooru‘s. “This is my daughter, Belle, our top military strategist. She will help you merge with our army to prepare for combat.”

“Thank you Nabooru,” Jarred said. Winning the Gerudu over wasn’t as hard as he had thought it would be.

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The Gerudo Belle was indeed as good as her mother claimed, and walked Nomen through the basic traits of combat. The youth had been able to fight, but never had had to fight something on this scale.

In the early hours of the day, Ganon’s army could be seen, a force filled with dark demons and creatures of evil. Belle guessed they would be there by nightfall.

But Jarred and the Gerudu were ready. At Belle’s advice, Jarred positioned most of his force in the area surrounding the fortress. As there were but a few mountains fortifying the fortress from invasion, Jarred stationed archers on them, as well as placed foot soldiers on the plains. The Gerudo warriors were spread out inside the force, but most were stationed on the other side of the valley.

As night descended, the army of evil rose around the desert, preparing for war. It was almost time.

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“Are we ready?” ask Jarred, standing at his station with Belle. The army, under cover of darkness, was staring to execute her tactics operation. Two thousand men were moving to the demon host’s’s left flank, hoping to cut off a retreat.

“We’re as ready as we’ll ever be,” Belle whistled through her teeth, trying to keep cool. She was the most informed of all the Gerudo and, while Jarred was a smart man, he did not know enough about tactics to hold this kind of battle.

A map lay on a table near where they stood, displaying the current locations of both armies, as well as the two thousand men taking care of the left flank’s retreats. “Are Keean and Nomen in place?” he asked, pointing to the main army that was holding he first entrance to the valley.

Belle nodded.

Further away, Eryngo was casting spells around the men attempting to outmaneuver the left flank. On the other side of the valley, Frieda and Jar were leading a group of Gorons to the other side to cut off that flank, so they would be fighting from three sides, not just one. Belle’s strategy was working.

“Some night huh?” Keean asked Nomen, standing ahead of the main army they were assigned to command.

“Yep,” Nomen muttered, raking through the darkness with his blue eyes. “I have a funny feeling though.”

“’Bout what?” Keean asked, peering unsuccessfully into the gloom. The man’s vision was failing him in his increasingly old age.

“I feel like I’ve seen this place before,” Nomen muttered, before discarding the idea. “Let’s just hope that Bell and Jarred know what they’re doing.”

“Yes,” Keean agreed, almost wishing that he had stayed with Kent on Death Mountain. The sun had set, now blood would be shed.

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The beasts were surrounded as Eryngo and Frieda moved into position, sending word to Jarred by magic. Jarred remained inside the Fortress, though he wanted to fight alongside his army. Belle had said it would be better for him to remain safe, but Jarred didn’t understand why.

“I am becoming a father,” he muttered, waiting for Eryngo’s signal. “but many of my men already bear that title. Being a leader does not mean others can win my battles for me.”

A small glow ignited on the map in front of him- Eryngo’s signal. It glowed yellow, and was followed by a second signal, this one from Frieda’s command. They were ready.

Jarred touched the map, where Nomen and Keean’s troops were stationed. The map glowed green as Jarred sent the word to begin combat.

Somewhere, the sky flushed jade.

Nomen saw the green sign, and looked over at Keean, who was holding two knives. The older man nodded, and looked towards the host of demons he knew were out there. Waiting for them.

“CHARGE!” His voice peeled through the darkness, and the forces, with a cry, surged forward.

A demon shrieked in answer, and snarling, goading its comrades forward. The armies screamed in rage as they charged against each other. Rain was beginning to fall, which would cloud the sight of the warriors even more than the night’s cold blackness.

Even while charging, Nomen felt uneasy. Ganon’s forces were not those to be taken lightly. Nomen grinned, gripping the sword in his left hand. The Resistance did have a few tricks to pull on the King of Evil. It is unwise to believe we were lost just as our first battle began, Nomen thought fiercely.

“ATTACK!!” roared a voice near the left flank of Ganon’s army. Eryngo’s men attacked, blasting with light magic to both damage the evil beasts and shed light on the field for their warriors. They could now see the army in horrific detail.

Half were moblins, small impish creatures with black skin and high voices. They were in the front, the foot soldiers of Ganon’s armies, and were in the greatest numbers. Behind them were Stalfos knights, giant undead skeletons that carried huge shields and massive swords.

Ganon had not even bothered to give Jarred’s Resistance a proper fight, assuming that the Resistance would be crushed. He was mistaken.

Nomen leapt atop his horse, daggering at the reins and driving it into the lead. With a wave of fury at the short warriors, as few were riding hogs, he swept among them with his sword, cutting through them like a mower. Black blood showered on the ground, as Nomen moved into the center, followed by the army.

Keean was leading the foot soldiers, who were deep in combat with the oncoming Moblins. Dodging blows, he swiped at the little goblins with his knives, chopping through several at a time. A circle of dark blood soon formed around him.

Light continued to pour into the field. The demons stumbled, blinded, and Jarred’s army surged forward, driven by the light that gave them sight, their advantage. But it was not long before some of the demon archers noticed what was happening.

One shouted orders to members of the back troops, ordering them to change their attack targets to the alchemist ranks. Arrows flew, choking the air with poison-tipped projectiles, clashing with the rain that was coming down in drizzles.

Eryngo ordered the group of his spell castors to back further away, so as not to be harmed. It was too late to save one of his men, who was pierced by a blacked-tipped arrow. His unseeing blue eyes would always leave a lasting impression on Eryngo’s mind, the first of his warriors to die from his command.

“Roll!” Frieda commanded, as Ganon’s army turned in unison to look at her battalion. Hundreds upon hundreds of Gorons rolled down the cliff, aimed directly at the Moblins. A wall of battle cries in the Goron language sprang through the air as they tumbled down the cliff to squish the army of evil.

The archers were diverted to this new threat, and hastened to reload and fire their bows, but the Goron hide prevailed, stopping the arrows from hitting the soft skin of the Goron underbelly. This charge worked, butting and breaking through most of the divisions and scattering the bigger army, separating the power that the of evil federation.

Nomen and Keean led the charge against the scattered forces, who were trying to avoid the Goron battalion. The foray sent even the Stalfos flying. Both warriors cried in rage as the cavalry charged behind Nomen, and the foot soldiers battled their way through the Moblins.

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Jarred was growing restless. He watched the pawns of his army move across the map, according to Belle’s plan. He felt a yearning for the action that he was missing, but Belle refused to allow him to leave.

“What good am I to the Resistance if I can’t fight?” Jarred asked with a flicker of annoyance crossing his face.

“You are more important than you realize,” Belle answered, writing a command and sending it off to a cavalry unit by way of a runner. “You are not a man, but a symbol.”

“I’m still fighting,” Jarred muttered, grabbing his discarded sword. “A symbol is useless without people who believe in them, and my army won’t believe in me if I’m not out there with them.”

Belle stood up, but sighed in resignation. She knew he was right, but he meant too much to the fighters he commanded. “But how will they bear with their symbol dead?” she asked, as he began to leave the room.

Jarred stopped, and turned back slowly to the girl. “I will be a sacrifice then,” he told her, “because an army without their leader is not something the Resistance will become. There is always someone to replace someone.”

He left the girl fuming. He needed to help; he had to be there.

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Keean’s blades were stained once again with black blood as they sank into another Moblin. What felt like the thousandth Moblin fell back into the ground, its eyes glazed.

The old man was tiring, and the creatures could feel it. They swarmed around him, looking for the chink in his armor. But Keean was wise enough to know what they were doing, and bellowed for reinforcements.

“Help!” he shouted, blocking an axe-swipe from another Moblin. A dark figure descended among the figures in front of him, cutting them down like weeds with a mammoth sword. When the circle of enemies was downsized, the figure turned to Keean.

“Need a hand?” Jarred asked. He lifted his blade to fend off a Stalfos knight, plunging the sword into the skeletal body before ripping through the spine to sever the body in half.

Keean grinned, plunging his knives into two Moblins. A Moblin reared behind Jarred; Keean threw a dagger and downed it.

“NOW!”

A voice like death arose in the battlefield. A cry of dismay rose from their ranks as the light shrank from the field- something hampered the use of the alchemists’ powers. The army of evil only heard a single syllable of the deathly voice before they took to their heels, fleeing the field.

Then it appeared. Slowly a lone figure approached the battlefield, darkening wherever it stood with coal black shadows. Its body was made of darkness, and did not seem solid, but was a figure that everyone recognized.

The Hero of Time, the legendary Link, was standing before them.

Keean shook his head- that wasn’t true. This creature was something else entirely. It was the dark monster Ganon had created, the one that resonated the reverse of the good within the Hero of Time. Dark Link.

“Your guise does not become you,” Keean hissed, flipping his daggers in his hands. Nomen and Jarred were beside him.

“It is not for you to decide what guise I wear,” it hissed back, taking a sword from its back scabbard. “Your destiny is but to die by its hands.”

“I think we’ll be the judge of that,” Eryngo declared, stepping next to Jarred while Frieda moved to the other side. Now five warriors stood against the demonic beast.

Its eyes flickered, the whiteness brightening. With a scream that chilled their spines to the core, it attacked, striking with its sword.

Jared and Nomen charged first, blocking simultaneously, forcing the shadow backwards. But the shadow was more powerful than they, and with a twitch of its dark sword, Jarred and Nomen landed in the shadowed grass.

Darkness began enveloping the battlefield, which was now deserted save for the six. The rest of the army had fled it, in fear of the evil. Jarred did not blame them.

Jarred landed hard, but quickly recovered. He leapt up, and found Dark Link before him. It seemed eager to deal with him first, and clashed its dark blade against Jarred’s own steel.

“What do you want?” Jarred asked it, absurd as it was to speak to a being that was trying to remove his head.

“I obey my master,” it hissed back, striking through Jarred’s defense, and sliced into Jarred’s shoulder. Blood began to flow from Jarred’s wound.

Jarred grunted, the shadow sighing with pleasure. Sick, Jarred thought, leaping back as the shadow lunged forward. It drove back the leader with repeated lunges, thrusting its sword at Jarred’s chest.

Both warriors clashed, holding their positions, neither willing to back down. The swords were held together, steel against steel, neither side willing to give the other the satisfaction of defeat.

“Now!” Jarred shouted. Eryngo and Frieda fired light spells at the dark being, casting brightness into the valley. Both struck its back.

But the creature merely turned around, and said in its chilling voice, “You will have to do better than that, weaklings.”

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Malon awoke the next morning feeling nauseous. The baby she was carrying might still be long from being born, but it was still a baby. And with that came a feeling of sickness each morning. Yet she was happy that she was with child, all her life she had wanted a baby to raise, and a husband to cherish her.

“Jarred, where are you?” Malon whispered, knowing where he was. The army had been gone for days now, and she was beginning to grow anxious. Her husband had promised her to return, and she had to be content with that.

“After all, he is needed where he is,” Malon sighed. She rose, and remade her and Jarred’s bed.

Shouts were coming from the hallways. Cries of both joy and tears could be heard from the women that had stayed behind, as well as the men who were chosen to stay and protect the stronghold in case of invasion.

Malon started, and grabbed the first dress she laid eyes on. She pulled it over her head and headed for the entrance to the stronghold.

Malon could make out a bobbing line of soliders entering the stronghold ahead, and noticed their faces were weighted with sadness. Her thoughts wandered. What happened to make them so sad?

She stopped dead in her tracks.

“No,” she stammered, adrenalin worming its way into her heart. “Not, not Jarred.” There was no time to wonder; she bolted for the entrance, all traces of thought forgotten, save for the terrible feeling in her stomach.

She ran through crowds of embracing families, and finally reached the portal through which the fighters were entering the Resistance stronghold. She saw a tall figure on a black horse. She moved swiftly to where Zero was, and climbed up to Jarred.

“You’ve returned,” she murmured, holding him tightly.

“What?” asked a different voice, not the one of her husband. Malon looked up to see that it was Nomen whom she had her arms around. “Malon, what is it?” he asked, he pulled himself from her grasp. His eyes were blurred and red.

“Jarred,” Malon said. “Where is my husband?” Her eyes were fearful, the feeling came back into her stomach.

Nomen looked around, and motioned to a stretcher that was being brought in by a cart. On it was a coffin, wooden with a small engraving on it. With it sat Jarred.

"Thank you..." Malon breathed. She dismounted and ran to her husband. He didn’t seem aware of her until she reached him. “Jarred?” she asked, noticing his stillness. And then she realized he was shaking, and tears were falling down his cheeks.

“We-we lost him Malon,” Jarred stuttered, pointing to the coffin next to him, where he was keeping vigil. “He died.”

Malon looked over to the box, and saw the engraving that she had not seen before.

Keean, the Bombchu Master

She did not say any more, but held her husband close.

I have lost the one person who helped me amount to anything, Jarred thought sadly. He had lost the one man whom he had looked up to, all because of his own folly. His adoptive father was dead.

 

[Sika]

Great battle. I liked the chapter, but it bothered me that you didn´t showed the whole battle with Dark Link. As a matter of fact the battle was disturbingly too easy, until the appereance of Dark Link. I also wanna know how the other five escaped from him.

For a moment you had me worried over Jarred, but deep inside i suspected Keean was going to be the one dying.

The length of the chapter was better this time, or at least it felt longer. The description is as usual great. The storyline got very interesting, and i´m awaiting to know how Jarred will avenge his "father".

Even if my reviews don´t give you any hints in how you could do better in future chapters, at least you know you have a faithful reader.

 

[Power Shot]

He he, don't worry. I deliberatly left out the rest of the fight with Dark Link, it will be shown in the next chapter. I thought it would give people a more intense need to see what happened. If I just gave it to you like that, it wouldn't be very like my usual writing style at all would it?

But don't worry, you'll see it. Now I'm off to do The Shattered Sword's next chapter, along with an interesting new one-shot everyone will love.

 

[Sika]

He he, don't worry. I deliberatly left out the rest of the fight with Dark Link, it will be shown in the next chapter. I thought it would give people a more intense need to see what happened. If I just gave it to you like that, it wouldn't be very like my usual writing style at all would it?

But don't worry, you'll see it. Now I'm off to do The Shattered Sword's next chapter, along with an interesting new one-shot everyone will love.

True, i guess that is what makes your stories so special.

Does the One-Shot have something to do with that thing discussed in the thread about Pokevanceshipping/3Pshipping? Yes, i´m curious .

 

[Power Shot]

No it doesn't, I really don't have time to do any more big fics right now, plus I couldn't get it approved.

The one-shot will be worked on by me and another writer who has a lot of rep on the site. I'm finally going to get some respect around here! It's going to be a comic character.

 

[Sika]

You have my respect already...

I believe you´re going to work with Brian Powell, he´s well known because his one-shots.

 

[Power Shot]

Who said it was Brian Powell? I'm working with the Starbolts and Ledian_X! It's a one-shot for a new comic character I created, named Chronos.

Now I really have to get working.

 

[Power Shot]

NOTE: Yes, the new chapter is almost done. Commence w00ting.

 

[Exel 4.0]

I read the first chapter because this thread got five stars. It deserved it. I can only point out ONE AND A HALf problems: You seem to jam description in too much.

“Keep dreaming, Jarred,” Kent told him, wiping a mug with his wipe in his wrinkled hands, the sun gleaming off his bald head. “No one’s looking for a beggar child like you.”

It sounds a bit... corny when you put the look of a noun into a paragraph that's supposed to be based on dialogue. Either bring the information out sloooooowly or base one paragraph on describing it.

The half of a problem, and this is just my personal opinion, is that it's a Legend of Zelda take-off because it's in Hyrule. I don't like Zelda take-offs. But this isn't a problem that you NEED to change... I'm just throwing that in there...

 

[Dimentio]

Commence w00ting.

w00t! lol.

you have good chapter names...and i forgot what else i was going to say.

~fuzzy out~

 

[Power Shot]

The half of a problem, and this is just my personal opinion, is that it's a Legend of Zelda take-off because it's in Hyrule. I don't like Zelda take-offs. But this isn't a problem that you NEED to change... I'm just throwing that in there...

I will address this. Yes, this fic takes place after Ocarina of Time. It does not, however, follow the main storyline, but is to be considered a forgotten story of Hyrule, meant to explain how the Great Sea was formed in Wind Waker. Now, if there are no further questions, the next chapter should be here next week.