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Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chp. 5
Link mused to himself as he ran a whet stone alone the blade of his hunting knife. He was sitting in front of the Spring of Faron, waiting for Rusl to arrive for his weekly sword training session. Twilight was setting in and it was getting late. He considered going into town to wait; it wasn't entirely safe being outside town. It wasn't that Link wasn't prepared for the threats of Faron Woods, but the Twilight Crisis had made him a more cautious individual. Some even claimed it had made him a little paranoid.
Link sighed. He didn't care what others said about him. The reason why he now tended toward suspicion was because of his concern of the welfare of his friends. Especially Ilia. Finding her in the Twilight Crisis had been a long and painful road; restoring her memory proved even harder. After Ganondorf's bid for power failed, he swore to himself that n
Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chp. 4
"My Lady, you can't be serious!"
"I am, Alice. Now please do as you are told."
Zelda turned and continued on her way to the stables. She was grim faced and determined; she was going to find her answers one way or another. It was for that reason she was assembling a party to travel to both Erynvor and Ral-Hem. Two weeks had passed since the news that Erynvor had united with Ral-Hem, and Zelda planned to travel to the nomads themselves and see what reason for such uncharacteristic behavior was.
Of course it would be potentially dangerous if, as Benedict had suggested, they were under attack. Respectable people like Kalif sal-Ahamound were few and far in the southern kingdoms, but Zelda was not concerned with niceties such as royal formalities. She wanted explanations.
If Ral-Hem and Erynvor were under attack, who could it be? Fadawar, the empire to the west, was a warlike state, but King Hashan, Empero
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Zelda was sitting at her desk sorting through papers and reports. She was in a foul mood. The representatives from Ral-Hem and Erynvor had refused once again to settle on a peace treaty. She fumed inwardly at her loss; things were getting complicated and were even escalating to the point of open war. She could not afford that. War was the last thing Hyrule needed on its borders. It didn't help at all that both representatives were recalled by couriers to return to their respective lands at once for unknown reasons.
The talks cut short, Zelda had been left to nurse her anger at the two stubborn, warmongering chieftains of the Nomadic lands. That had been a week ago.
Standing up, she moved to the balcony that was accessible from her work chamber. Gazing silently over the land, the land she was charged to govern, she longed for a sense of hope that what she
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"AAARGH, look out, they're gettin' loose again."
The rams began to bleat fiercely before surging forward. The chunky rancher named Fado could do nothing but run, screaming bloody murder, from the troop of rushing goats. All the way down to Ordon the parade rushed. The towns people watched in stupefied awe; Colin and Talo, who were fishing at the water hole, stared in shock. Sera looked stupidly terrified before calling her cat and leaving Hanch, her husband, outside, banging on the door. Uli snatched her newborn infant and quickly dashed out of harms way, IIia right behind her.
A wry smile on his face, and with Rusl the swordsman and Mayor Bo behind him, Link adopted a wide stands with his arms and hands likewise adjusted. He had nothing to fear; on his feet were the iron weighted boots Mayor Bo had given him to wrestle the gorons of Death Mountain.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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