Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chp. 3Chapter 3Zelda 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
Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chp 2Chapter 2"AAARGH, look out, they're gettin' loose again."BAAAAAAAAAAH!"YAAAGH! STAMPEDE!"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.
Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chapter 1The Last BlademasterChapter 1It was dawn. The grass sparkled with the dew that clung to them, and a single meadow lark chirruped its merry tune. The sun was peaking over the majestic mountains, far in the distant horizon. Rising up in the midst of these was the ominous Death Mountain, the dormant volcano and home of the goron tribes. Expanses of fertile green forest stretch the length and breath of the land in between, great fields of grass extending where there were no trees. Much closer to the palace and the adjoining town, whole fields of golden wheat, barley, and rows of orchards added to the beauty of Hyrule. On vibrantly clear days such as this, the sun would reflect in dazzling rays off the panes and glass in the windows of the newly reconstructed Hyrule Castle. Such were the mornings that Queen Zelda of Hyrule enjoyed in her own gardens whenever the call of a queen's duty was quiet.Accompanying he