LostUnknownHero

I am said to have been as frivolous as a rose, A rare, precious flower, Petals puffed and fluffed with a pride that towered, Knowing to have shared smiles and loves Like the Achilles heel of emotion, Pleasing to eye and nose, but, I am crutched behind my veil of naivety, To the point I topple with false pride With the silent fury of an elephant’s stampede, With my petals revealingly peeled and rumpled, With body drooped and thorns clean shaven, With a realization of being commonplace, With selfishness a value in me, That serves no value to me, being A double edged sword, lathered in degradation’s poison; But veiled

The desert was quiet now. Apart from the nervous rolling sands and the odd monster chatter, the desert wore a cape of silence. If he could, Voice - or more particularly Dark Link - would outstretch his arms and welcome the crumble of dust and monster muck into his dark lungs—although that wasn’t what he was particularly after—and taste the foreboding despair that hung in the place. Home was home. The desert had been a place where he had come to existence. His (currently absent) host had been born under the mortar and brick that made up the current city, its being washed down beneath soil and seas, a name known and forgotten

Chapter Fourteen He reached for her—or more lunged—throwing his entire being at her with a wide-eyed crazed looked. He was so lost, and she was so afraid. Ilia stumbled back, only to find the door behind her, and fear roiled in her stomach. They crashed together. Their arms fell around each other, legs somehow tangled and he jabbed her eye with his thumb while she screamed. She braced herself for his hands to wrap around her neck to choke her, or the stinging warning of a slap or fist, but diluting her fears, his hands wrapped around her shoulders, shaking and afraid like a child. A child she once knew. His breath was fast and

Chapter Thirteen The sun had dropped down the once golden sky; slicing through the candyfloss clouds as it went. Ilia stood at the bottom of the ladder leading up to Link’s home; her heart was in her throat as was the world. Everything seemed quiet, expecting, no animals played on the grass, no bugs crawled across the rocks, no fish would snag on a fishing line. It was like they had vanished into thin air, only the narrow minded humans and Hylians remained in this forsaken place as if wishing for the curse that walked on two legs to come to them, which in a way, they were. She was hesitant to leave Zelda. The Queen was difficult, to p

Chapter Twelve The pain is what startled her most out of her bittersweet slumber. Her head exploded in pain, ripping a scream out of her throat as she clutched her skull. Like it would’ve helped. Panicked and foggy headed, Ilia crawled to her knees and tucked herself into a ball, head between knees and counted her breathes, counted every throbbing beat in that shook her body. But once the throbbing started, she began to realize she hurt all over, mostly her throat and side and back, aflame with mind numbing hurt. What happened to her?! She drew in a shuddering breath and her body convulsed into shivers, and she ached terribly. She r

Chapter Eleven The dark oozed from every crevice, an unending flood of muck and stink. She could not breathe. It stuttered and warbled and choked on the vagrant air provided to her as she swathed in the depths, moving forward. Every step was difficult, heavy like lead and stubborn against her will. Zelda had eventually resorted to clawing against the pinnacles of dark muck that had risen up in a tidal wave above her before it froze by some unknown means. No, known. Thank you Nayru. Zelda thought, and dragged herself a step further. She had to go, get farther, to the eye of the storm where it glowed with a soft golden light that threatened

.:. Unintended Acquaintances .:. Link walked through the forest. He must’ve been walking for quite a while since the scratches began scabbing up, but one still bled plentifully. His blood from the wound slid down his arm and he wiped it off with his hand, leaving a bright red streak staining his arm. He sighed; he should’ve brought something for this type of thing. Maybe there could be something down here on the Surface that he could use to patch himself up. He highly doubted it though. Keeping a steady stride he glanced around. The sky had begun giving the warning signs of sunset by the pale pink and orange emerging from the h

Chapter Ten Link awoke with a jolt, heart hammering, his mind clouded and confused before he settled back, some strange cooing noise settling his nerves. He took a moment to think… Where was he again? Um, hm. Another thought, what’s his name? Did he already ask this before? He smacked his lips as he stretched out, trying to keep from nodding off again, trying to process what he forgot, what he wanted to figure out. Like why his head was so floaty and happy. He didn’t mind it but he felt a little too floaty and happy for comfort. He shrugged. He curled back, his back arching and his arms straining against their ligamen

“…And afore whence th’ babe resting against her teat, suckling from the peach of lost and hence eloquent amore, it becomes a visage of purity, a Lord’s cruel gift.” Lucifer’s voice boomed, echoing in the theater. The infant he cradled in his arms whimpered tragically before he dropped it to the stage. He shivered with a sense of pleasure that grew too ripe on his lips. “Who is daring enough to scorn my motives, and ideals? “Pitiful,” he spat, and shoved the babe away with the toe of his boot, hard enough it slid off the stage in a bout of wails. Silence embraced a rupturing crack. &ldquo