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Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chp. 15
Telma the bar keeper was in a typical cheery mood as always. She stood humming to herself while cleaning out a mug with a rag. Her white cat, Louise, pounced up on to the bar and purred as a great crash of thunder sliced through the pounding rain. It was cold and miserable out side, but the bar was heated by a roaring fire, and lanterns from the ceiling provided extra light to the single, large room. The single oaken table that composed the bar ran from the edge of the backroom door curtain to the wall directly across, and the five wooden tables in the tavern acquiring a bloody light from the inferno in the fire place. A number people were in the room; two or three soldiers sitting in the back room, a sizable group of men sitting at tables on three legged stools drinking ale and talking raucously, and the impetuous mailman, always conflicted on what to eat.
Putting the now clean mug in a cupboard under the ba
Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chp. 14
Zelda stood and stared forlornly out of a window at Hyrule Castle looking out over the lands and hoping almost against hope that the mysterious young man was alright. She had positioned herself thus at the window for the past two days, searching. She had told Link, the soldiers, and the towns people of a tall, wounded man, in a green tunic and a ripped white shirt, black pants and a long, black cloak, in need of help. She mused to herself as she gloomily observed the great, roiling mass of storm clouds that threatened to spoil the beautiful mourning.
Zelda turned her attention to the great hunting knife that Link had retrieved from the falebeest carcass. It was a heavy and ungainly weapon; it would take someone with much experience to wield it. In a most un-princess like manner, she tossed the blade up and caught it deftly in her hand, the cobalt tip striking the window sill. The blade gave a sharp
Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster chp. 13
Thief they call me
A liar, too.
Don't fret now, here's what I'll do.
One day here.
Next day gone, tis the life of a seer.
I see it there.
The lives of others, why should I care?
Is it because
I have a gift?
The sight to help those who are miffed?
Even I know not,
So until then,
Tell your woes to Raura Taren!
The lively young woman sang aloud as she swung in the branches of the trees with all the agility and skill of a wood monkey. Her red hair streamed out behind her, braided on the last few strands, giving her hair an odd, blanket-like look. Wary green eyes flashed this way and that as she soared through the trees. She was on her way to Castle town. It was a wonderful day for Raura to visit there. She loved the city; it was where she was born. Of course, with her gypsy life style, she had nowhere to actually call home. Nor did she care. So long as it was a comfort
Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chp. 12
The next morning saw a great exodus of evil from Erynvor. The horde was on the move!
They had plundered, slaughtered, raped and burned everyone and everything. There was nothing left. Nothing at all.
The Nomad lands were no more.
Even worse was the fate they had in mind for Hyrule. The horde seethed forward, moving in a northwesterly course, intent on moving in through the mountain ranges. From there, they could slip into the country unnoticed and then strike the unsuspecting populace from within. Just as Derge planned.
Perched atop his black war horse, Derge the Cruel leered as he observed his passing army from a rocky vantage point, his red eyes glinting with pride. These would be the ones who will bring the accursed hylians to their knees! And once on their knees, he chuckled in depraved humor, it only made it easier to cut their heads off.
He turned his baleful
Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chp. 11
Link gently carried Zelda out of the forest on Epona, his mind on the young man. He prayed that he would be alright but deep down inside felt a strong aura of foreboding. Who was he and what was his intentions?
The night drifted on and soon the moon and stars shone their silver light on the wooded lands of Hyrule. They were all tired, but the castle was at least not far away. Only about two days travel from where they had found Zelda. Once they had gotten her back to the castle, Link would go back and return for the young man.
If he wasn't dead by then. Link gave another disapproving look to Wallace, who merely turned away, his face expressing ill contained indignity.
The minister was a very zealous politician and a staunch supporter of Zelda in her efforts to seek peace in the Nomadic territories. Unfortunately, his support had made him a bit overprotective of Zelda and he would not hes
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