The Best Laid Plans: Zelda IIZelda saw no more of him for several days until she came upon his body, limp in the halls. Her first thoughts concerned with how she certainly didn't have do deal with this kind of nonsense and good riddance, until she realized that something had actually happened. The surreality of it stung, and for the second time in her life she found herself stooping to see what has amiss with him.The Best Laid Plans: Zelda II by SilverBellsAbove
His sweat was cold, and his breaths tiny and shallow. In horror, she found he did not shiver, nor respond when she touched him in apprehension. It was as bad as the wound had been before. A knot in her stomach floundered, twisting tight fearful strings. For some reason, he was dying.
His grasp slackened, his pulse weakened. Panic sped her mind. There wasn't much time. If he died then Courage, or what passed for it, would surely notice her all alone and without his attuned wards. And things would fall apart completely. She knew it. He could not die. She could not let it be so.
"You!" she said, gestur
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The Legend of Zelda
Zelda x Ganondorf
Part I: Zelda
The Princess Zelda had not wished to sit idly by while she saw her Kingdom warp around her. She saw most everything, though few who knew her could guess it. She related it to being trapped atop a high tower, to look at all the ants below as they marched in formation. She could pick out the tiniest aberration, the smallest upset in the pattern. And she could see that one minute instant in time birth a wake of chaos.
However, in this case it was not a tiny disturbance but a large one. And it did not leave a wake but a coastcrusher wave behind it. It began with the death of her father, and instead of the throne passing to her it passed to Duke Lanaryu, who held the castle in his duchy. She could do little, and not for the first time she cursed her late father's will, and that he distrusted her for the mark on her hand when it allowed her to see so much more than he did.
Such was the nature of fear, she knew. And so
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The deadened moss crunched under the Princess Zelda's leather heel as she turned for the second counterclockwise circle around her work. The directions were very precise. They had to be. No matter how badly they had been written, carried in the hands of some foul shaman, there was nothing broad or vague about it.
The veil was a terrible, exacting thing, after all. It was a strong magic that kept mortals out of the Dark Realm, out of that hell of tormented souls and black reflections. Errors would be fatal, catastrophic. A ritual of such a dire caliber required precision. The runes cut into the broken dirt were perfect, the circle marked without a wobble or break.
Wisdom might have sufficed, she knew. But she knew only a dull fear when it came to summoning this Shadow. She was bringing forth a destroyer of kingdoms, a demon that had been sealed away by the efforts of her ancestors time and time again. She would rather Darkness call Darkness. Defiling herself w