Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chp. 18Chapter 18Two days after he found the jewel studded stone, Wilek awoke to sudden crash at his front door. Gracelessly jumping out of bed and landing sprawled on the floor, Wilek listened. He swore if it was a helmasaur
Silence. Absolute and utter silence.Wilek shrugged, got up and got dressed for the day. It was almost summer, and he wanted to get another field of corn planted before the rainy season stopped. Tromping down the stairs of his simple hut, the mountain farmer made ready for another day at the lonely grindstone.BANG!The whole structure shuddered and creaked. The cat, who had been asleep in front of the fireplace, woke with a demonic display of spitting. What the blazes? That wasn't a helmasaurous, he was certain. They were short creatures, about three feet tall. This was hitting the door well over five feet.Could it be bandits? But he h
Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chp. 17Chapter 17"C'mon, Tobi! Put your back into it!""Why don't you help, Leane?"The two children heaved and hauled with all their might to pull a heavy basket laden with firewood to the fireplace that warmed the inn known as the Golden Cucco. It was a cozy place, especially in the rain. It wasn't as popular as Telma's Tavern, but it made a living for the children and their parents, Bruce and Mazie.The Inn was a simple building situated right in between Agitha's "castle" and Mr. Vinch's bakery. The main room was the bar that ran along right wall, the fireplace to the opposite left. The tables and stools were neatly arranged and scrubbed, giving the inn a much more cheery and comfortable air. Upstairs were rooms that could be rented out for nightly or weekly stays, as well as the family's private rooms.There was only one person in the inn right now, apart from the Kannan's, the family that owned the inn, that is.
Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chp. 16Chapter 16The young man had prepared himself just in time. The instant Flem gave the order, the villainous band leapt up and grabbed hold of the man who had struck their leader. They brought him down under their sheer weight coupled with the strangers enervating wounds, but only momentarily.Rising and roaring, the young man grabbed one man by the arm, and, yanking downward, pulled it out of the unfortunate man's socket. Moaning in agony, his arm swinging uselessly at his side, the ruffian fell back as another man came at the newcomer with his knife. He darted in, the crude blade whistling through the air with the intent on catching the young man in his open wound, a killing blow. It never reached its destination. The young man, anticipating the move, swung his boot up, kicking the blade up and out the criminal's hand, to embed itself in the ceiling, out of reach. The young man dealt his opponent a hefty pun
Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster Chp. 15Chapter 15Telma 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. 14Chapter 14Zelda 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. 13Chapter 13Thief they call meA liar, too.Don't fret now, here's what I'll do.Coming, going,One day here.Next day gone, tis the life of a seer.Over, under,I see it there.The lives of others, why should I care?Is it becauseI 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