Writer's Council V.2

Wow, that seems a hilarious idea, Sirius. I'd like to see it, but as of now, it looks like you have a lot of work to do. I'm not too opposed to the Beowulf idea, it would effectively show everyone (including Link) his natural leadership. I also like the Zelda part, a bit of a twist on her usual position, and putting Link there. It seems like it would work out to be a great story, but obviously it will take a lot of effort.

Hey everyone, this is Link101Hyrule, and I recently just started writting this new fanfiction of mine called DarkLight. I would now like to preview a section of the first chp. so that you guys can kind of get a feel of how my writting style is like and if you would possibly consider reading my story. Anyways, here is the preview. The name of the chp. is: A Beginning to Sorrow-

Link stumbled to his knees and began leaning on the broken spear, cowering in terror at the looming shadow of the approaching monster. Arrows whined and whistled near its head, surrounded in a shroud of fire, and struck the northernmost wall before harmlessly falling to the ground. There was a sudden hush from the creature and its flame seemed to die but its shadow grew. Bulblins lurked beyond the upper passages, hiding in between columns of stone. Their beady eyes gleamed in the darkness of the chamber like smoldering coals. Then, in a mob of hideous dialects, they spoke all at once like a storm. Their hoarse laughter came over the room like the fall of sliding stones into a pit; amid the clamor a deep voice was raised in command. Fire suddenly lit the cavity and a line of arrows was set free. Link mustered his strength to his legs and arms, throwing the spear in front, then dodging the attack but a little. One of the tips pinned him through his cap, barely brazing the edge of his ear. “It is ill fortune that I may encounter such omens here in the dark places of the earth”, he said; “But I fear at the moment, they are my only hope in this shady hour. Maybe ‘they’ will prove useful in fending off the Mithos.” The warrior lowered his head to the floor for he felt a certain disgust shiver through him at the touch of wet water surging over his feet. It shined in the little light of the room, thrust out like a slimy arm towards the narrow way of a random passage. So wrought with fear was he, that Link had not noticed the tiny stream cutting deep through the stone floor. Neither star nor cloud was reflected within its sullen surface and it ran, winding like a snake through the murky hallways on the western side. It trickled softly, for what Link could make out of it, in the midst of the loud cries and shouts of the Bulblins and the flaming Mithos. The jagged visages of the inner Cliffside, joining the passage, were pallid in the waning light of the moon.

Once more from the Bulblins, there was a loud bellow of throats, the command piercing the cavity like the shouting of trumpets. Their language was fierce and rough, gashing out every word as if mad with the world. All around a stench lingered, and a mighty surge of Bulblins, armed with scimitars and blades, came rushing forth. They climbed down the walls like spiders, brutally pushing and shoving with their bony arms and crusty hands. More of them advanced from out of gaping valleys and crevices. Link was held deep within their gazes as he sprinted away towards the nearest route. The Mithos was short behind with his heavy sword of stone, swinging it savagely in anger of the Bulblins’ pursuit on the young warrior. Large flashes of red came dully past the ponderous walls of the hallway, showing no more than brief images of scimitars and their owners flying into the jaws of the flaming beast. Link was stricken with fright. He could hear his own steady breaths, loud and broken, rolling off the slopes of the roof with a sighing echo. Hideous screams ripped through the vast darkness of the long road.

-And that concludes the preview! So what does everyone think?

Well I've started writing my Link-as-King story, and so far I've got 15,000 words and it barely feels like I've started, so it might end up being a far bit longer than I thought.

Sketching the characters is probably the hardest part, because TP gives me so little to go on, but here's how the main players are so far:

Link: The story takes place about three years after the end of the TP events. Link had tried going back to Ordon village, but no longer felt at home there. In a move that weighs on his conscience, he left on bad terms with Ilia, who could not understand why he was leaving. For three years he's been traveling across the world trying to find himself, but even though he returns to Hyrule wealthier and wiser than before, he's still no closer to an answer. At this point in the story, he's a bit of a "backslid hero" who doesn't seem himself as being much more than "goat herder from Ordon" and lives as such, but at the same time knowing deep down that he isn't.

So events happen to make Link into the King of Hyrule, and believing himself hopelessly unfit for that position, violently resists it at first. However, he learns that if he refuses the throne, there will be more vicious fighting over the throne between various lords and chieftains, and that this will lead to the deaths of many people. Link is unable to bear the thought of more woe befalling Hyrule, so he reluctantly accepts his lot. However, things turn worse when he finds out he's been engaged, completely without his consultation, to Princess Zelda. He's not exactly "forced" into it; he realizes he could say "no" on his wedding day, but he also knows that this would only bring humiliation to himself and the princess, and he knows that this marriage is ultimately in the best interest of Hyrule, so once again he accepts his fate.

So the plan for the character is to have Link eventually grow into the person he's always fated to be. Another secondary theme to the story is that "things aren't as bad as you think they are," as Link imagines being king and being married to the princess as being far worse than what they actually are.

Zelda: At the beginning of the story she's deposed from rule by a group of noblemen who charge her with cowardice in her act of surrender three years prior. However, this was just a cover reason for a power-grab, and since they know that Zelda has no family left and no one else that she can turn to (none of them know about Link, of course, who in series of fateful events later becomes king in the end)

Zelda, of course, is characterized by her desire to safeguard and protect her people at all costs. At some point she breaks down and reveals to Link that she's tormented by the knowledge that during Zant's invasion that maybe she did not do enough to stop so many people from dying, and that she was too weak to put up more resistance. However, she remains hopeful that with Link at her side she can have desire to see the betterment of all people in Hyrule made reality.

Unlike Link, she is not opposed to their marriage, as she knows it is for the best of the kingdom, and she never had any illusions about "marriage for love" anyway. Their initial relationship is characterized by misunderstanding: Link thinks, still convinced he's just some ordinary man, that Zelda would never willingly choose to be with a man like him. Zelda, however, regards Link as a great hero who saved Hyrule, and was able to do more for her people than she was able to. In that way, she belives that, if anything, she is the one who is unworthy of Link. Zelda also feels partially responsible for the all the suffering and hardship Link had to go through. The princess is also the only one who shows Link any sympathy for being thrown into kingship when he was so unprepared for it, and yet believes, more strongly than anyone, that he can be a great ruler.

As for her personality, it's hard to gleam much from the game, but I hope to write her as being wise beyond her years, poised and dignified, but not totally without a sense of humor. At the same time, she's a rather private person, perhaps rather quiet and reserved.

Midna: Also known as "Ms. Not Appearing In This Story." Well, she DOES appear in one of Link's dreams, though he's not sure if it really is her or merely a dream vision of her. In that dream she basically makes fun of him for complaining so much about being king and married to the princess, (rightly) telling him that he's much better off now than he was before.

It's kind of a shame that I can't have her make more appearances (I could, but not without it feeling contrived and unnecessary) because writing sarcastic characters is always fun.


So I hope that I haven't completely butchered any characters. There's still a lot of things about the story I haven't made final yet, so some of this could change.

So, it appears that people are advertising their stories here, so I'll get in on this action.

I've been writing fanfiction since before I knew what fanfiction was, and over the course of many years, I've refined my writing style significantly. I take my writing a bit too seriously, but at the same time, I think that losing my sense of humor about my writing helps me to write better stories. (This is not to be confused with losing humor in stories. While my humor is unintentional, apparently, it exists.)

I don't want to post anything here because I've got two and a half stories currently up on fanfiction.net, everyone's favorite junk dump. Eek. What can I say? I like the review feature. If anyone has time and energy to check out any of my stories (two finished, one unfinished), my ff.net page is fanfiction.net/~sapphira603. It's very pretty.

As I've said before, I have three stories up. They're all romances, to varying extents, but they're not fluffy ones.

The first, Just a Farm Girl, was written in response to the very cliched storyline, "Ingo abuses Malon, holy ****, and Link saves her!" I always thought that instead of being every so grateful to Link and living happily ever after, Malon would instead be consumed with self-doubt. So I took a different route.

The second story, A Push in the Right Direction, was written in response to the cliched storyline, "Malon goes with Link in OoT!" I had fun with it, especially since I figured out a pretty good way to structure my chapters. The story isn't about the dungeons or Temples as much as it's about the evolution of a young person into an adult, and the importance of responsibility and sacrifice.

Both of the above stories are 100% complete. My in-progress story, Dahlia, is based on the fairy tale "Donkeyskin," which is typically left out of traditional volumes of fairy tales because it's a little risque. I was inspired to write this story because of a book I love called Deerskin by Robin McKinley, and I hope that I'm doing the fairy tale, and the dark subject justice. In this particular story, Malon runs away from the ranch in order to start a new life in the castle stables, using an alias to hide her identity. Of course, it's not about that. It's about coping and healing, and learning how to deal with issues that people are typically not equipped to deal with.

I would appreciate anyone who would take the time to head over to ff.net, read any of these stories, and review them.

On a completely and utterly different note, I need a new story idea for when I finish Dahlia. Eek. Ideas = welcome.

Originally Posted by Sapphira

On a completely and utterly different note, I need a new story idea for when I finish Dahlia. Eek. Ideas = welcome.

Well, it sounds like you like writing about Malon a lot. Why not write about OoT Malon and Link founding the TP village of Ordon? I am fairly sure they did that, and it might make for an interesting tale, what with rounding up wild goats and finding other villagers and dealing with the monkeys and stuff. Personally speaking, I do not feel up to the task, but perhaps you do . . . ?

Originally Posted by HurriSbezu

Well, it sounds like you like writing about Malon a lot. Why not write about OoT Malon and Link founding the TP village of Ordon? I am fairly sure they did that, and it might make for an interesting tale, what with rounding up wild goats and finding other villagers and dealing with the monkeys and stuff. Personally speaking, I do not feel up to the task, but perhaps you do . . . ?

That sounds really plot-oriented. What kinds of character development would you foresee?

Originally Posted by Sapphira

That sounds really plot-oriented. What kinds of character development would you foresee?

o_o Um, well . . . I was not thinking of that when I put up the idea.

Perhaps we should discuss this over instant messenger . . . ? I am not too familiar with character development in fanfics, but am willing to bring a fresh perspective. ^^;

Hey guys, a while back I advertised about two paragraphs of a fanfic. I had been writting, only of chp.1. Well, now I have 3 chp's. and I would like to give you the whole first part, er, sorry, second, er, maybe it's the third? Can't remember. Anyways, whatever part it is, this is part of my chp.3! Tell me how it is and give me as much feed back as possible.
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Link woke and found himself lying in a bed. At first, he thought that he had drifted into a long sleep, just now waking from a dark, unpleasant dream that clawed deep in his mind. Or perhaps he had fallen ill? His body wagered so, and it yearned respite. There were bloodstains on the loutish surfaces of bandages around his arms and legs, and his clothes were gone. He lay a little while longer, staring at patches of sunlight dance on a lavish ceiling, carved and mantled with decorative designs. The sound of a running stream reverberated softly in halls of white wood.

“Where am I, and how did I get here?” Link said aloud to the ceiling with a tired sigh.

“You are in the forbidden realm of Cardarash, king of Narge,” said a voice. “At least as he was in the year 67yu. But now, you may know this place a little differently.” Link was startled and sat straight up. He eyed the mysterious person carefully, and then spoke.

“Who are you?”

“Please, excuse me. I am Tobult, and this, as I was saying, is quite an unfortunate time for you. Though, I must say, you’re very lucky to be here, as am I.” The man gave a long sigh, followed by a slight gesture of courtesy and seated himself comfortably in a chair near an open window. The sun’s warm rays beat gently on his fair complexion and his face melted softly in the sky’s tepid light. A slight breeze enveloped the room, carrying with it, the smells of spring and lilacs. Link lay back down, for he felt no reason to worry, and at any rate, he did not feel like arguing. Questioning seemed too overrated in situations like this, and he felt too peaceful to disagree.

Tobult folded his arms and furrowed his snowy white brow. His long sweeping beard matched his silver raiment that tucked neatly beneath an armored plate of gold. In his hand there was power, and in his eyes there was wisdom. Another moment of quiet passed before he halfheartedly asked where Link had come from. The boy did not answer right away.

“Why did you save me anyways?” Link asked at length. “And why have all my belongings been stripped of me?”

“You did not answer my question,” Tobult scowled. For a moment, the fire of anger leapt from his soul and the enchantment of calm left the air. It was as if another person entered the room. Then, as quickly as it came, the entity left, and the old Tobult was back. His eyes dimmed, as did his expression of irritation.

“I have not to answer for reasons of my own,” Link retorted. “You may have rescued me, yes, but you have not the wits to stand and pry your way into my business. I am grateful for your hospitality, and I have yet to recover from the spirits’…”

“You dare not speak such evil things in this place, wanderer from the south,” Tobult interrupted. “Though the filth of wickedness does not pass through these parts, we should not mention them all the same.” He slumped in his chair, shoulders hunched so that his hands joined each arm, and his head was bent low. “I am restless these days, ‘ere the sun rises slowly as if it is burdened by great sorrow. I can sense a mighty dread moving fast. The people of Estvold have brought news of war and they say that their king’s son has vanished. The land is in total chaos.” He lifted his head slowly and aberrantly as if in pain. “Those mountains near us in the south that we christened as sacred are now tainted by the Mithos. It is a terrible fortune, especially since the dead servants of Cardarash have risen in spite of all the madness that plagues this forsaken age.”

“Dead servants of Cardarash? You mean those things that attacked me last night?”

“No, not last night; three nights ago. You’ve been unconscious for quite some time. We thought we lost you, and yet here you are, alive and well. Though, I find it rather amusing that as long as we’ve been talking, I have yet to find out your name.” Tobult stroked his chin and raised one gleaming eye at the boy in front of him.

“My name is Link. That is all I shall tell you for the moment. I've only just woken up and I'm still a little shocked about everything that's happened.”

“Well, well, you’re quite the vague one now, aren’t you?” He managed to speak through his playful laughter, all the while slapping the cap of his knee in joyous hilarity. Link only stared. He had so much to say, but all he could hear was Tobult’s annoying honking interfering with his thoughts.

“Where did you say we are again?” Link broke in with sudden awareness.

“In Mydarahs of course”, Tobult answered abruptly after quickly recomposing himself. “But, since the recent attacks on Ghord and his soldiers, the superior district of divine order is considering an evacuation of the village to the bases of Knalvalan.” Tobult’s glance turned towards the open window and his expression changed to form a grimace of grave distress. “I’m not sure if we’ll ever escape this fateful demise.”

“You shouldn't say that. You're being too hard on yourself, and it seems you have no faith in your people."

“But you don’t understand!” Tobult snapped. “Ghord is our chief commander of defense. If those damn Zoras don’t stop whatever it is they’re doing, our home will perish in fire and water!” A deep silence struck the room, save for the faint whisper of wind. Then, sighs. Tobult studied the ground intently; his glare a deep cutting knife that could bare holes in the floor.

Link remembered the Zoras in the legends told to him in earlier years, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine them to be real.

“They say they kill for Erimbor; their god,” Tobult answered, as if he read the boy’s mind.

“Erimbor, you say?” Link gave the man a curious look and folded his arms.

“Yes. Such pagan abominations have risen since the fall of the last king of Hyrule. Somehow, his death sparked a new interest in the far reaches of mythology and religion. Erimbor is but one of the gods formed during this novel period, and so forth there are numerous rituals that have followed. I fear the worst is only around the corner; that the blood of my people will not be enough to satisfy the Zora’s insatiable hunger for power. As I said before: I too am lucky to be here sitting with you. During the time you were made unconscious, a small invasion had taken place on the western edge of our village and we were forced to take the route of Gharn-Dubor where we found you and the Black Hands.”

“Black Hands?” Link leaned in slowly.

“Yes, Black Hands. That is the name given to the ten…spirits you encountered.” Holding up each of his hands, the palms facing outward, he spread each finger apart and slightly wiggled them back and forth. “Remoroth, the greatest of the ten, was likely the one who stayed you. He is represented as the left index finger and his servant, Mirid, the right index finger. In their living years, they vowed to protect the people of this land, even in death. But, to their surprise, they were denied their rights to remain among the living, and as such, they rebelled. Rumor has it, the goddesses banished them to wander in perpetual darkness as punishment, sending them into a state of insanity. They were easily corrupted and began to kill anything and anyone that crossed their paths. The fact they resorted to practice any mercy on you is a wonder well beyond my understanding, or anyone else’s.”

Link shuddered, remembering the cold stab of death in his arm and chest. Then, suddenly, he could see in his mind the other creature that was present in the hall at the site of the attack. The words, ‘and let it be known, forth from the earth shall spring life anew, in the hours of dawn by the shadows of blue…blessed are the sacred three’, struck his memory hard. He could remember everything, as it was, the visions coming to life around in him in a dark world of swirling shadow and mist. Each piece of the puzzle was coming together in slow intervals, revealing more and more as Tobult continued to speak.

“And how, do you suppose, the village is going to act on all of this?” Link asked rather hastily.

“Well,” laughed Tobult nervously, “I suppose they’ll look for their king’s advice.”

“And who is your king exactly?”

Tobult giggled once more, except more reassuringly. “Why, I am.”

Link was startled. He simply widened his eyes and gawked. As he looked, the image of royal splendor suddenly started to resonate through the man’s appearance. It was like some kind of hidden power finally broke through into an aura of great magnificence. Then again, looks really are deceiving.

“I have requested an army,” said Tobult. “From our neighboring kingdom of Estvold that is, to come and help eradicate this pointless war that we have been experiencing day and night. They are strong and valiant men. But alas, their tolls are high,” he added with a shake of his head; “and they are not too fond of us Mydharans. Still they are trusty, and that means a lot in times such as these. If it were not for them, Glindveran might not be standing today, at least less than what it is now. Surely you know of that place. It has been spoken of in many tales, especially by the mysterious folk of Ahrvelad, on the edge of the lost woods, but those are queer places no person dares to go, even strangers from afar. There was a mighty blade forged in those halls, Glindveran that is. It is said that the four chosen races came together to make it, each tribe contributing a piece of themselves to its grand design. So wonderful and potent was the blade that it was given to the very king of Hyrule himself as a gift.” Tobult nodded haughtily and folded his arms.

"The blade of Nagulaith," Link whispered almost inaudibly. "That's the---"

"Excuse Me?" Tobult interupted, looking at Link with much concern.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking."

At that moment, there came a knock on the door at the end of the room and a man dressed in long, flowing garments came in. Venerable he seemed as a highly respected official, and his face was lean and wizened. Most noticeable was his hair, braided into many sections, and pouring down hunched shoulders like golden sheets of fine silk. He walked a few paces and bowed.

“Excuse me your highness,” the man continued. “We have made preparations for the trial. Oh, and how is the young man doing?”

Tobult stood and extended his arm in response to the servant’s bow. “Quite well Eglhar. The boy is doing just fine now. I believe he is ready.” The king looked humbly upon Link, eyeing him from head to toe. “I believe he is more than ready.”
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And that's a wrap!

So here's a bit of chapter 4, the newest installment of my fan fict "The Legend of Zelda: The Blade"


Chapter 4
The Rescue

As Link reached the palace, he snuck up to the gate. The guard stood in front, keeping an eye out, holding a spear close to his side. Link drew his knife, sneaking up. Then in one swift move he pressed his hand over the man's mouth, and the cut open the man's throat. The man was killed almost instantly. Link kneeled down, searching through the man's clothes and armor. A few rupees, a cigar, a few throwing knives. (Which Link gladly borrowed.) And in one pocket, Link found the gate keys. He walked up to the gate, and pressed the key in. Turning the key, the lock fell in half, both sides dangling from a chain.

Link grabbed the body and supported it on one side on the gate, to make it look like he was standing up. Link then slipped past the gate. A guard looked in his direction, and Link stopped, standing perfectly still. The guard stared for a moment, and then shrugged and walked off. Good thing he did see him!

Link snuck past another guard, and hid in a group of shrubs. Letting another passing patrol go by, he leapt out of the shrubs and snuck over behind a statue. As the next guard passed, he charged forward, ducking behind a small fountain by the gate. Good! A guard forgot to lock it! Link crept up, opening the gate, and went through. Eyeing more guards, he dove behind a statue. Looking up, he gulped.

The statue was of Omra. The King, the one he was running from. Look up at a passing guard, Link drew a throwing knife and took careful aim. If this failed, he'd be in a world of trouble. He threw. And missed; or, mostly missed. He hit the man in the leg, who dropped his spear and screamed out loud. Link took no chances. He charged forward, tackling another guard. The guard's spear flew from his hands, landing in a flower bed full of dead flowers overrun by weeds.

"Help, guys! I'm under attack!" he screamed to his fellow troops. Link took out his knife and stabbed the man several times. The man suddenly stopped squirming, and fell limp. A few guards ran towards Link. Link leapt up, running onto the sidewalk, skidding, and running towards the palace. Guards from both sides skidding onto the side walk and collided, causing a massive pile up.

Link couldn't help but chuckle as he ran towards the castle. Just as he did, a guard leapt up in front of him. The guard forced his spear forward. Link dove, rolling past the guard; barely avoiding him.

I have a story thought, and i wanted to know if it would make a good zelda fan fic. here it goes

It takes place years after TP link dies in the CT
a new reincarnation of link and zelda are born, and one again they have the triforce of wisdom and courage. Gannon is sealed away with the ToP(debating whether to include him, give me an answer please) now despite the total fakenesss of it, Vaati has been a resident of the twilit realm since the events of TMC, he has none of his power so he thought it useless to try to take over. One day he feel pain of his hand looks down to see the triforce, hoping he recives power the midle glows(yes, the tetra force despite total fakeness) he is puzzled by this and then transported to the Chamber of sages where raru explains this piece and tell vaati what to do to find out more, in the mean time,link is going through a ceremony done on boys his age and seeing the the temple of time in the sared grove with zelda. The farries are also given large apperences as well as the kokiri and the subrosians(the people who live under ground in OOX).Eventualy link ends up on a quest against Vaati(+ gannon?)

Please disscus and give me your opinion

^Leave ganondorf out, and I think it would be great! Or you could make a surprising twist at the very end where Ganondorf comes and strals Vaati's triforce and tries to kill link, etc. Sounds pretty good, I guess! ^.^

The Legend of Zelda: Broken Goddess

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It's a story following the character Cain and how his simple life as a farmer is intertwined with that of the fate of Hyrule when he rescues an injured Zora from a river. In the story the true origins of Hyrule are brought into the light and a new hero attempts to discover the hidden weakness of a Gerudo eviler than Gannondorf while traveling across the land of Hyrule.

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ANd there's my lame infomercial. Anyway, read it and leave comments and criticism.

Originally Posted by Coke

^Leave ganondorf out, and I think it would be great! Or you could make a surprising twist at the very end where Ganondorf comes and strals Vaati's triforce and tries to kill link, etc. Sounds pretty good, I guess! ^.^

THanks! i did make it a story starting with link, its called the 4th, so please check it out.