TheGreatAhtnamas

Risk I awoke with a start. The night was dark and thick, but I could tell morning wasn’t far off. Looking about my desk, I noted where I left off before falling asleep. Papers upon papers of writing in tiny words, filling from edge to edge, lie in a relatively scattered pile. Open books, including The Record of Dragmire, The Book of Mudora, and the Gerudo-English Dictionary, lie on the periphery of the desk just in front of a small desk lamp. I shook my head clear of the grogginess and attempted to finish my work. I reached for a couple sheets of paper and folded them to make a large envelope, and then addressed it to my son, Samson. I

HYRULE You're surrounded by darkness, dear Princess. Do not assume that all is dark and bleak simply by my doing…. …you sneer. As you please; it will gain you nothing. A darkness had fallen upon the Twilight Realm—one that seemed unnatural to even its half-light. The ground was covered in a layer of dust, and in some places, like some villages and even the castle, a fog masked the true beauty and replaced it with a mutating murkiness. I will specify now that this darkness is not something I promoted. Zant's destruction is not mine. His is a vengeful, uncontrollable darkness; he is ignorant and incompetent. I had but one rea

You hold so tight to those dreams- So tight, o very tight- Your love carries and moves- So tight, o very tight- But it’s time to let go. Alone, alone, so very alone- But will you really be?- As he steps to his future- Will you, alone, truly be?- Now, it’s time to let go. You know, he will always need you- As a son always will- And he will always care for you- As a son always will- So it’s time to let go. Your hold is painful- It’s almost suffocating- Although you don’t grasp me- I’m almost suffocating- You need to let go! Don’t worry: I’ll protect him- I’ll never leave, and I&rsqu

I was surprisingly calm over the course of the total discussion. As soon as Ganondorf, the King of Gerudo and the man who saved my life and the lives of my friends, sat me down against the old, shabby rock wall behind us, I forced myself to remain calm. Due to my calm state, I was able to perceive more than I might otherwise have. My first instinct was to run away and forget the whole encounter ever happened, but something about his demeanor stopped me and fixated me. "One of our Desert Messenger Hawks alerted me of the approach of a large Hylian Army, which seemed willing to cross the Haunted Wasteland in order to massacre the remnants of m