Я ненавижу все в тебе.
Мы слишком разные с тобой,
Хотя скрывает ночь твой шаг,
Ты скоро встретишься со мной.
Ты хитрый вор, ты рыжий лис,
Я в шкуре серой, словно дым,
Ты одинок, и
Captain America and his life- Пойду подальше, - он улыбается, глядя на милое, открытое лицо соседки.
- Только не слишком далеко.
Есть шанс или надежда? Она ему нравится, а он ей?
- А! - ее короткий возглас оста
How can you just merely pet a lion and expect it to be tamed? A spirit as free and as bold as Links was unable to stay in one place. His wind did not waft, but it rushed. His eyes did not gaze, but they pierced. The restless soul within his flesh forced his feet to move and his eyes to turn. After all, he couldnt help it after handling a sword destined to banish evil to the bowels of hell, he could not stand still. After vanquishing the Dark Lord, Ganondorf, he had forgotten his life from the distant past. When he turned around on his road leading into eternity, he could not see what was left behind.
It was once a life of stillness, a life of silence, a life of time being frozen. But such is not a way for a lion to live. The tamer to stay him was powerless and his chains were snapped. Or perhaps they bound him? Perhaps he was bound b
Zelda - The Winged Ones - ch1
UPDATED Feb 1st 2011
I really added a lot of depth to this.
How dry this chapter was before shames me...
Edit: Small changes done Feb 15th 2011
Things to know
-This story directly follows Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask. In part two (chapters 16-30) the fanfic goes into how OoT/MM would tie into Twilight Princess. Knowledge of these stories is recommended with OoT being the most important to know.
-Rated PG-13 for violence, intense moments, and minor swearing (*contains no guts-n-gore, and no torture. Also has no yaoi or sexual content.)
The light hearted/humor vs dark/angst balance and level of violence/intensity is comparable to the anime Fullmetal Alchemist.
-This starts off as a "slice of life" story for the first two chapters, but trust me plenty of action and intense moments lie ahead.
-I worked very hard to make all this fit into the games and to create a sense of history for aspects that were left unexplained. I have played these three
LoZ- TogetherThe pain was starting to be unbearable. He felt his arm numb and burning, as if fire instead of blood was flowing through its veins. He slackened the reins for a moment and moved his fingers, just to make sure he could do it, but a terrible pain went through his arm from the fingers to the shoulder.
The sun was in the highest point in the sky, and the warm sunlight filled the vast Hyrule fields. Its warm beams, which were so relaxing hours ago, now seemed suffocating to him. Sweat ran down his forehead and itched in his eyes. He tried to raise his arm to remove it, but he was not able to move; it felt his arm weighed a ton. Even the sword and shield he carried at his back seemed to weigh twice now.
His mind went far away at times; his thoughts, undefined, got lost in the mist. He was no longer riding her mare, Epona, but he felt as if she were simply carrying him. Stunned, he abandoned himself to the slow and rhythmic walking of the animal. His heart was pounding heavily, muffling the
SS Manga - EPILOGUE
Long after the time of Hylia . After thousands of years and the passage of months and days
Link let out a lengthy yawn.
"Link!" Zelda was staring him down.
Link nodded casually, smiling shyly at her. Zelda returned his grin and brought her attention back to Instructor Owlan's lesson.
" such is the depth of the compassion of the goddess. We should learn from this the doctrine of devotion "
As Owlan droned on, Link pretended to pay attention for Zelda's sake. It didn't take him long to return to daydreaming, however. That red Loftwing was on his mind again.
Once the class was dismissed, Link slipped outside. Whenever Instructor Owlan taught about the Goddess Hylia, he would be overcome with a weird feeling and his thoughts would fill with the red Loftwing. It was a strange sensation of guilt? Melancholy?
A shadow passed over him.
Link stopped at the edge of a cliff, staring at the sky. The red bird was circling, high above the other birds. Alone.
Where Have the Elves Gone?Where have all the elves gone?
And the fairies too?
Have the witches disappeared,
have the wizards gone aloof?
I—for certain—am not the only one
who stands in sad nostalgia
at the setting of the sun.
Who stands in open pastures
with green as bright as virtue.
Who stands alone in forests
and craves for creatures of youth.
I close my eyes and feel the wind,
I feel its magik beating against my skin.
Yet I fear that it cannot reach within.
I hear their whispers of the trees,
their voices chanting, “Come with me,”
the fairies dancing around me,
though I look down and see only my feet.
Despite myself I walk inside,
the deep forest that I call mine.
And with a sadness I am surrounded
by little magik.
Just a forest, a loneliness that is truly tragic.
But I hear a rustle behind my head,
and I look to see an elvish head.
A crown of flowers and branches as well,
but I am only met with the sound of a distant
I look around through the dark green curtains,
What's in a Mask?
"What's in a Mask?"
"What's in a mask?",
The child did ask,
As into that curious shop he wandered.
"Why don't you tell me?",
Replied the owner to he,
As the question they thoughtfully pondered.
The child looked at the walls,
And upon all the different stalls,
Examining each mask up close.
The boy shook his head,
"Their eyes all seem dead,
As if they were comatose."
"But yet they have spirits too,
Not unlike me and you,"
The owner pointed out to the kid.
"You see these spirits are alone,
And each one needs a home,
So a favor from you I do bid.
"I charge you this test,
Give each a place to rest,
I beg you, do it if you can.
"What do you say boy?
Will it be you I employ?
Will you become a Happy Mask Salesman?"
The boy stared to one side,
Trying to decide,
If he should help this curious fellow.
Then he spotted upon a box,
A mask shaped like a fox,
Painted a bright coat of yellow.
The owner followed his eyes,
And to the child's surprise,
He brought him the colorful mask.
"You like this one?
Protection Of The Enemy Part 5
Part Five - Love
There was something in the air. Ganondorf played with his crown in his hands, the jewels of which were sparkling in the moonlight. Link was sixteen in a couple of days, his time was running out. Ganondorf had reached his emotional tether; each time the evil within his name took him, he was ignorant to the fact that he could very well kill his brother and he could never live with himself if he did. He could see Link sitting with Fay on a nearby roof, both marvelling at the moon. Fay was leaning on his arm, he could tell that she was sleepy; but Link sat there continuing to watch it, with his arm around her to make sure she didn’t fall.
Link was a fine young man and the best brother Ganondorf could have hoped for, he had kept his power at bay as long as possible, but no amount of potions or swordplay would solve the fact that the Goddesses had chosen them. For Link’s safety, he would challenge him to a sword fight.
One last time.
He came downstairs and walked
We Aren't So Different. Ocarina of Time.
He hugs the cloth cap so tightly,
Hungry, frightened and alone,
Even on calm nights like this,
He finds it hard to drift off,
I know they're there,
I just can't settle,
I dare not sleep,
I dare not wake,
Hero, it is safe, you may sleep,
I will watch over you,
Your mind is still a child's
Your body needs rest,
I've fought so long,
Many people are lost,
I carry guilt,
I carry fear,
Hush, Hero, calm your worries,
All remains well,
You have my respect,
You have my heart,
What fate takes the princess?
Why can't I find her?
My thoughts are loud,
My dreams are broken,
Morning will come,
The day will start,
We will meet,
We will depart,
Who are you?
Why do you concern?
What is your dream?
What is your life?
...Is it as difficult as mine?
Broken Happiness. OOT And MM.Many a mask, many a face,
One would hope of such grace,
Crafting one of each race,
And even ones from another space,
Though I come off as insane,
Imperfect, flamboyant and fain,
My intentions are as right as rain,
I mean no harm or any pain,
Listen to me, hear my song,
I ask my tasks only to the strong,
This world is where I belong,
But put in the darkness, lifelong,
I am not a bad guy,
I don’t mean to make others shy,
I can see into your minds-eye,
Listen to your heart, don’t cry,
Skin, rock, leaf and scales,
No need to spare the details,
You are always welcome to the sales,
For I am the Happy Mask Salesman.