[ZGen] The legend of Zelda: The Hollow Blade

Behold, the Evolution!
-The late Doran Bladefist,
to whom this Book is dedicated to.

It's back! Many seemed to like the Shadow Knight when I released it last time, but I halted the production to edit the story somewhat. Now, I present it to you all once more, giving a few more spins on the story & the resolution that the game should be for the Wii.

Some thought it a betrayal to the Zelda series to have a character other than Link. I don’t think so, Jason has phrased my beliefs. If it makes you feel better, imagine that this is a spin-off title, like Tingle (which I have no affinity for).

Call it insanity, yet I have taken the habit of playing a game, & as I play, I concoct a set of physics or cosmology for that game by comparing it as a parallel to our own reality, how the realities contrast, & what it would be like to live in this other universe. The process is difficult to describe, & I believe I have failed to do it justice. Yet I hope you get the gist of it. So forgive me, but I intend to marry the Spirit of Zelda with something of our Reality, & I can only hope it is a Marriage made in Heaven. Again, please forgive me.

As in my last game, I want to make Zelda more real, having the player cope with much of the actual dilemmas faced by someone trekking cross-country & entering ancient tombs & such. Think of a kind of D & D Indiana Jones. So there are real weather patterns, days, nights, & seasons (though there are ways to artificially influence these). The character will have to worry about wearing out, eating, getting rest, & even dreams. The weight you decide to carry & the clothes you wear may affect your speed, so you'll decide whether to bring a tent, or look for a Fairy Fountain, whether to bring meals, or to forage for food & fresh water. You may see clouds in the horizon, that means rain tonight. Does this whole scheme seem like a betrayal, or a good idea?

As you run, your legs may get tired, or as you fight, you'll wear out your torso. But these things are like working out, the more you do them, the stronger you get. There will be dojo sort of places that teaching you prowess in fighting, as well as 81 scrolls hidden across the land that can be taught to you at these places.

Remember, though I write it as as fanfic, this is a playable game & I am depicting how the game unfolds. Onto the story.




Ages ago, a people existed in Hyrule that we know as the Tribe of Evil. Many artifacts of theirs are known, as their art had been passed down through many generations of followers. Their first and most infamous campaign was the Dark Interlopers’ invasion of the Sacred Realm by use of the Forged Shadow, which resulted in the creation of the Twilit Realm, or Dark World, to which they were banished.

Their devilry was continued by their terrestrial counterparts, who proceeded to create the Trident of Power, the emblem of their kind. Imbued with the souls of the dark, it was created as the antithesis of the Master Sword, the Blade of Evil’s Bane.

Many Faces of Villainy have the Tribe assumed, all with purpose of destroying Hyrule. One, named the First Enemy, was seen as a demonic Wind Mage who kidnapped the matriarch of Hyrule, the princess. Another was a formidable, Dark Man of the Desert, who descended to monstrosity by trying to harness the power of the Goddesses.

The Tribe’s exploits have many a time threatened Hyrule’s existence as a land of peace, yet the attempts have all been repelled by the Evil’s Bane, and in some cases, another sword. Little is written on this sword, yet its name we know to be the Four Sword, crafted by messengers of the Goddesses. Said to transfigure its holder into a stronger form, it vanished from Hyrule’s history in a past age.

The gong on the tower sounded ten times, signaling the end of Wolf’s study. He brushed his brown hair to the side, & lifted his eyes from his essay to his teacher, old master Archimedes. The ancient man held out his hand for Wolf’s parchment, which he began to survey with care. Wolf was normally patient with Master Archimedes, but today he felt in a hurry. He’d done his research, he’d written the report, what more? He had always impressed Master Archimedes with his reports, so why did he check Wolf’s work as if expecting a mistake?

“Good, very good, Master Wolf. Proper usage of runes, correct history, you may go.” said the old man in his slow voice, handing his student the heavy tome of Hylian history. “Study Chapter Eight tonight, tomorrow you’ll be writing on Advances in Technology by the Wind Tribe and its Impact on Goron Culture.”

Not needing to be told twice, Wolf took the tome and exited the study room through its wooden door. Closing it behind him, he basked in the day’s sun, a bit of warmth that rested on his face as the chilling wind blew at him. Making sure not to drag his feet in the snow, he made his way to the arena, where Master Grimblade awaited him for his Combat Training. Knowing Grimblade did not like to be kept waiting, he ran to the complex at the North Wing of the Citadel AmnahaI. As he was about to enter, he heard a female voice call after him.

“Wolf, wait up!” He turned to see the face of Rena, a girl a year younger than him. Stopping, he quickly shook his head, coaxing his shaggy hair back to its usual state of disarray. “Hey, Rena. You’re back!” The adolescent grinned, for she often spent much time away from AmnahaI, usually at her parents’ graves. Her conversations usually revolved around death, something that made Wolf slightly uncomfortable. He would like to change the subject, but didn’t want to be insensitive. She was very pretty, after all.

“Yeah, I got back last night. I’ve been trying to catch you…”
“Uh, yeah,” replied the sixteen-year-old. “I have astronomy at night, then I normally get some sleep. Sorry I missed you.” Rena was about to reply, when Wolf heard footsteps behind him. Turning, he saw Grimblade, his face betraying no emotion. Not needing to say anything, he walked back into the doorway of the Arena, Wolf following behind sheepishly.

Grimblade stood in the center of the room, wrapped in a red robe. His dark grey hair wreathed his fierce-seeming face, and he looked at Wolf with seemingly empty eyes. Wolf strode forward, trying to stay alert, anticipating what would happen next. He looked at Grimblade’s fists, seeing they were not bearing weapons. That meant no decrease in physical repercussion, as his instructor was still as dangerous with bare hands as he was with steel.

“We will start with hand-to-hand, then… you may choose the weapon.” This was an unusual boon from Grimblade, who would normally try to make this difficult for him purposely, especially after being late for class.

Without warning, Grimblade sprang to action, landing his fists on Wolf with painful accuracy. Dodging to the side, Wolf sought a better position to defend himself from this onslaught. He leaped onto a raised pillar (usually the one he stumbled on), and from there he saw his master prowling around him, searching for a weak spot. Darting forward, his fists were met by a counter blow from his student. Several more times did he try, failing to penetrate each time. At last, he relented, saying, “Very well, student. You have won. Select a weapon.”

Hopping down from the pillar, he walked towards the wall, lined with various works of metal. He reached for the flail, his specialty. Grimblade smiled, a rare sight, and chose likewise. Both taking round wooden shields, they began. Deliberately twirling the ball over his head, Grimblade then brought down the device at Wolf. Deflecting with his shield, Wolf swung his flail at his master, which Grimblade tangled in his own chain. Wolf felt a cold breeze against his back, and turning his head, saw Rena enter the arena. Taking advantage of his distraction, his instructor wrapped his chest in both their chains.

“You have an audience, young master?” Pretending to crumple from a blow, Grimblade slackened his grip, allowing Wolf to slip free & land a finishing strike.

Helping his master back up, he whispered, “I won the first, & you threw the second. Call it even for today?” Nodding discretely, his master dismissed Wolf to go join Rena at the door.


It ends a little too peacefully, I admit. Bear with me for the time being, & await the next installment.

Originally Posted by Apocalypse

Ages ago, a people existed in hyrule that we know as the tribe of Evil. Many artifacts of theirs are known, as their art had been passed down through many generations of followers. Their first & most infamous campaign was the Dark Interlopers’ invasion of the Sacred Realm by use of the Forged Shadow, which resulted in the creation of the Twilit Realm, or dark world, to which they were banished.

Hyrule should be capitalized. Tribe should probably be capitalized in that context, seeing as they are a specific tribe, "Tribe of Evil" being somewhat title-like. Never use the ampersand key in writing, always use "and".

Their devilry was continued by their terrestrial counterparts, who proceeded to create the Trident of power, the emblem of their kind. Imbued with the souls of the dark, it was created as the antithesis of the master Sword, which is in opposition as the Blade of Evil’s bane.

Power should be capitalized. "...it was created as the antithesis of the master Sword, which is in opposition..." is a really horrible little sentence, as you are essentially just repeating yourself. Master should be capitalized. Bane should be capitalized.

Many faces of Villainy have the Tribe assumed, all with purpose of destroying Hyrule. One, named the first enemy, was seen as a demonic Wind Mage that kidnapped the matriarch of hyrule, the princess. Another was a formidable, dark Man of the desert, who descended to bestiality by trying to harness the power of the Goddesses.

Face should probably be capitalized in the context, that or villainy should have the capital removed. "...was seen as a demonic Wind Mage who kidnapped...", not "...was seen as a demonic Wind Mage that kidnapped...". There should be a comma after dark. Either desert should be capitalized or Man should have the capital removed. I don't recall Ganondorf having sex with animals, I'm not sure bestiality is the word you are looking for there.

The Tribe’s exploits have many a time threatened Hyrule’s existence as a land of peace, yet the attempts have all been repelled by the Evil’s bane, & in some cases, another Sword. Little is written on this sword, yet it’s name we know to be the Four Sword, crafted by messengers of the Goddesses. Said to transfigure it’s holder into a stronger form, it vanished from Hyrule’s history in a past age.

Bane should be capitalized. Don't use ampersands. First sword shouldn't be capitalized. Its, not it's. It's in that context would mean "yet is is name we know", which makes no sense. You made the same mistake in the next sentence.

The Gong on the tower sounded ten times, signaling the end of Wolf’s study. He brushed his brown hair to the side, & lifted his eyes from his essay to his teacher, old master Archimedes. The ancient man held out his hand for Wolf’s parchment, which he began to survey with care. Wolf was normally patient with Master Archimedes, but today he felt in a hurry. He’d done his research, he’d written the report, what more? He had always impressed Master Archimedes with his reports, so why did he check his work as if expecting a mistake?

Gong probably doesn't need a capital. Don't use ampersands. Master does need a capital. Using two pronouns which don't refer to the same subject in one sentence, such as "...why did he check his work..." where "he" refers to Archimedes, and "his" refers to Wolf, is very bad style. Change the second to "Wolf's".

“Good, very good, master Wolf. Proper usage of runes, correct history, you may go.” said the old man in his slow voice, handing his student the heavy tome of Hylian history. “Study chapter 8 tonight, tomorrow you’ll be writing on Advances in technology by the Wind Tribe & it’s impact on Goron Culture.”

A chapter is normally capitalized, and using digits as opposed to words is bad style. Change it to "Chapter Eight". In titles, all the important words should be capitalized, so "Advances in Technology by the Wind Tribe and its Impact on Goron Culture." would be a better title. Again, don't use the ampersand, and again, wrong it's. It should be its in that context.

Not needing to be told twice, Wolf took the tome & exited the study room through its’ wooden door. Closing it behind him, he basked in the day’s sun, a bit of warmth that rested on his face
As the chilling wind blew at him. Making sure not to drag his feet in the snow, he made his way to the arena, where master Grimblade awaited him for his Combat training.

Don't use the ampersand. "its" is fine, why do you have a random apostrophe after it? You pressed the enter key rather randomly there, and then incorrectly capitalized "As". That sentence should read: "Closing it behind him, he basked in the day’s sun, a bit of warmth that rested on his face as the chilling wind blew at him." Master should be capitalized. If combat is capitalized, then training should be also.

Knowing Grimblade did not like to be kept waiting, he ran to the complex at the North wing of the Citadel AmnahaI. As he was about to enter, he heard a female voice call after him. >> “Wolf, wait up!” he turned to see the face of Rena, a girl a year younger than him. Stopping, he quickly shook his head, coaxing his shaggy hair back to its’ usual state of disarray. “Hey, Rena. You’re back!” The adolescent grinned, for she often spent much time away from AmnahaI, usually at her parents’ graves. Her conversations usually revolved around death, something that made Wolf slightly uncomfortable. He would like to change the subject, but didn’t want to be insensitive. She was very pretty, after all.

If north is capitalized, wing should be too. There should be a line break for speech (indicated by the >> I've left.). He should be capitalized. Again, random silly apostrophe after its, which is unneeded.

“Yeah, I got back last night. I’ve been trying to catch you…”
“Uh, yeah,” replied the sixteen-year-old. “I have astronomy at night, then I normally get some sleep. Sorry I missed you.” Rena was about to reply, when a hand hit Wolf in the back of the head. Reeling, he looked up & saw Grimblade, his face betraying no emotion. Not needing to say anything, he walked back into the doorway of the Arena, Wolf following behind sheepishly.

Don't use ampersand.

Grimblade stood in the center of the room, wrapped in a red rode. His dark grey hair wreathed his fierce-seeming face, & he looked at Wolf with seemingly empty eyes. Wolf strode forward, trying to stay alert, anticipating what would happen next. He looked at Grimblade’s fists, seeing they were not bearing weapons. That meant no decrease in physical repercussion, as his instructor was still as dangerous with bare hands as steel.

I think you mean "robe". Don't use ampersand. "...as his instructor was still as dangerous with bare hands as steel." means that when Grimblade has bare hands, he is as dangerous as steel. As in, a lump of steel. I think you meant: "...as his instructor was still as dangerous with bare hands as he was with steel.

“We will start with hand-to-hand, then…you may choose the weapon.” This was an unusual boon from Grimblade, who would normally try to make this difficult for him purposely, especially after being late for class.

"then...you" should be "then... you".

Without warning, Grimblade sprang to action, landing his fists on Wolf with painful accuracy. Dodging to the side, Wolf sought a better position to defend himself from this onslaught. He leaped onto a raised pillar (usually the one he stumbled on), & from there he saw his master prowling around him, searching for a weak spot. Darting forward, his fists were met by a counterblow from his student. Several more times did he try, failing to penetrate each time. At last, he relented, saying, “very well, student. You have won. Select a weapon.”

Don't use the ampersand.

Hopping down from the pillar, he walked towards the wall, lined with variously carved metal. He reached for the flail, his specialty. Grimblade smiled, a rare sight, & chose likewise. Both taking round wooden shields, they began. Deliberately twirling the ball over his head, Grimblade then brought down the device at Wolf. Deflecting with his shield, Wolf swung his flail at his master, which Grimblade tangled in his own chain. Wolf felt a cold breeze against his back, & turning his head, saw Rena enter the arena. Taking advantage of his distraction, his instructor wrapped his chest in both their chains. >> “You have an audience, Young master?” Pretending to crumple from a blow, Grimblade slackened his grip, allowing Wolf to slip free & land a finishing strike. >> Helping his Master back up, he whispered, “I won the first, & you threw the second. Call it even for today?” Nodding discretely, his master dismissed Wolf to go join Rena at the door.

"lined with variously carved metal" means that on the wall there is a single piece of metal which has been carved in various ways. Second, you don't carve metal, you forge metal or shape metal or mold metal. Don't use the ampersand. There should be line breaks for speech, which I've indicated by inserting a >>. Don't use the ampersand. Young doesn't need a capital. Don't use the ampersand. Master there doesn't need a capital (it isn't "Master Somebody"). Don't use the ampersand.

I admire your attempts at complicated vocabulary, but it is let down a tad by your clunky style and mediocre grammar. The story starts off interestingly, but be careful to define your characters more - someone described as emotionless and dangerous doesn't particularly sound like someone who'd let a student win easily, even if someone was watching. Also, the names are horribly cliche. Calling a hero Wolf is like calling a villain Doctor Doom - it does you no favours with anybody. Same goes for a grumpy fighter named Grimblade. Archimedes is fine, and fits quite well, and Rena is similarly acceptable.

My choice of Grimblade as a name simply refers to a character in Minish Cap. As for Wolf...I guess I could change that, I'd just liked the name.

Crap, I made some mistakes...Yeah, thanks for pointing those out. I'll get to work on that-thanks again.

Finished! If you have any more advice, please post it!

The next post! Hope you guys like it.

Later on that evening, Wolf was approaching the tower where his Astronomy class was held nightly. It was nearly sundown, and he didn’t want to be late for two classes today…His thoughts were interrupted by an immense rumbling noise, sounding as if it were just outside the Citadel gates. The sound was followed by a sequence of rings on the gong, signaling danger to all those in the city.

Pandemonium ensued, confused villagers running amok, seeking out their children, shouts and screams filling the air. Wolf strode through the crowd, trying to piece together what was happening, when a hand reached out from behind a corner, pulling him into the shadows. The hand clamped over his mouth preventing him from calling out, thus Wolf struggled until he realized his apprehender was Grimblade. Indicating that his student had to remain silent, the master equipped Wolf with a flail and a helm, then led him through several alleyways until they came to the wall of the Citadel. Surveying the expanse, they soon came to a section of the wall that had been torn away. “A breach.” said Grimblade, horror apparent upon his visage. “Goddesses protect us…”

Through the destroyed wall could be seen a massive fissure which encircled the fortress, through which emanated unearthly blue Flames. Dark, misshapen forms could be made out through the inferno, sending chills down Wolfs spine. “What are those?”, he asked. Grimblade was about to respond, when one of the shapes leaped through the flames and landed before them on all fours. It was the rough body of a man, it’s proportions grossly distorted. It stood seven feet off the ground, with menacing claws and massive forearms, with which it knuckle walked upon like an ape. Its face was utterly disfigured, with lidless white eyes and rows of grisly incisors.

The unholy incarnation gave a harrowing scream, making Wolf convulse in horror. He fell backwards, unable to make a sound as the hellish thing advanced on the two. It raised a claw to strike, only to have it’s appendage removed by Grimblade’s sword. Helping Wolf back onto his feet, the two braced themselves for whatever may come. Two more of the creatures joined the fiend, and the battle began.

It seemed that however much Wolf hacked off the monstrosities, they kept coming. He finally dispatched one, depriving it of enough of its body, including its head, yet the other two seemed empowered by it’s final unearthly screech. He had swung his flail so many times, dodged and ran from so many attacks,…He was numb all over. He felt like as disembodied mind, trying to manipulate a puppet that was missing half of its strings. His vision began to fade, he felt like what had been a few hours ago was another world, or just a dream. Soon, he felt the soft earth below him, and a void that was enveloping him. It was welcoming, inviting him to a much earned rest…

He felt a powerful shock pass through his body-he had a body-and he rolled over without his own will. He beheld a blast of flame fly past overhead, striking his enemy square in the chest and incinerating its long-decayed flesh. Another blast was shot, striking likewise, and he felt a hand lifting him back up to his feet. He beheld Lord Vordemnon, his adopted father, standing before him. The Earl of the Citadel held his staff in one hand, his grey beard reaching halfway down his chest. “Father, you’re…”

“Alive? That amenity was nearly withheld from you.” Vordemnon’s visage clearly shone with concern, his black eyebrows furrowed and his mouth in a scowl. “I need you to do an errand. Our foe is far from defeated, and if this fortress is to hold, then we need what you shall bring.” He handed Wolf an old key and continued, “Once you asked about the Door That is Closed, and now it is your job to open it. Within is an ancient chamber, holding an object even I do not completely understand. Know that AmnahaI depends upon it, and hasten to find it. Grimblade and I shall hold this section of the wall, but we cannot stand forever. Go now, Goddesses be with you.”

Wolf ran with newfound strength, searching through the labyrinthine system of corridors and chambers that was his home. Down the way he flew, until he came finally to the Door That is Closed. It was of a regular size, quite nondescript, thus many simply passed by it, ignorant and apathetic. Yet it was that door that had captured his imagination in his young days, fantasizing what it might hold. He felt in his pocket for the key, and finding it, thrust it into the keyhole.

He entered the chamber, breathing in air that tasted as if from another age. He walked down the hall, his breathing and footsteps echoing. At the center of the chamber, there was a raised platform with a pillar at each corner. Upon each of the pillars was a different stone, carved uniquely into intricate symbols. At the center of the dais was a pedestal, upon which was embedded a sword with a golden hilt. In its hilt was a gem that seemed to shift in shade constantly. Wolf stepped forward, felling solemn as he approached this ancient relic. His moment of reverence was interrupted by a blue flash behind him. Turning, he beheld a tall, robed man, his face concealed by a dark hood. A golden talisman he wore his neck, the chains knotted around a blue gem.

“Now, what has culminated through the ages, gathered in shadows, shall all fall into place. The deluge that shall envelope this world… This is but a sample of the terror, the destruction, the despair! And now, all that stands before me is an Invisible…” As the figure spoke, Wolf’s hand darted forward, grabbing the sword from its resting place. Lifting it above his head, he felt an unusual sensation running through him. He saw his hands blur, seeming to become two, no, four!

The robed figure threw a blast of blue fire at the sword, which grew white hot. He dropped it instantly, collapsing to the ground as he did. He heard the now shattered sword fall to the ground beside him, as the figure walked up to the dais. Reaching into on of the carvings, he withdrew a green gem, and in a twirl of robes and flame, he vanished.

Awesome, you really have some talent. I like it. :3

As for Wolf...I guess I could change that, I'd just liked the name.

Hmm. I quite like the name myself, but if others don't and you can think of a name give me a holla, I'm normally good and making names up ever know and then.

Forged Shadow,

If I'm right shouldn't this be Fused Shadow not Forged Shadow?

Behold, the Evolution!
-The late Doran Bladefist,
to whom this Book is dedicated to.

and what happened to Doran, if anything bad happened why didn't anyone tell me

I didn't know someone had to die for a book to be dedicated to them...Crap.

He's not dead, this is just an homage to him.

The thing that makes him dead is 'The LATE Doran.

Late means dead if someone's 'the late'

Ah, that's right! I was referring to Mendicus's former username, Doran Bladefist. It had been a while since I'd wrote that...I forgot.

Please put up the next chapter soon also is the villain still Doran now that you guys brought it up.

**** YOU DRAKE WHY DID YOU SAY DORAN WAS THE VILLIAN I'LL KILL YOU!!!!


and you should made it more clearer then the late Doran Bladefist cause i would been the mad

wow... you guys are funny...

anyway! good work so far Apo! keep it coming!

“You are sure he took a gem?” Vordemnon circled around Wolf, interrogating him only an hour after he had been attacked by the mysterious stranger. As Wolf had collected, shortly after he left to enter the Door That was Closed, all of the city’s attackers had crawled back into the severed earth, the fissures closing and the flames vanishing.

“Yes. I was about to use the sword, then he threw some kind of fireball at me, then he retrieved a green stone.”

Nodding, Vordemnon asked, “Can you tell me anything more about the stone than you have?”

Wolf shrugged, and said “It was very old, and it was lined with a bit of metal, probably gold.”

Closing his eyes, the Earl of AmnahaI sighed, a wearied look upon his face. “I should never have…The attackers were just a diversion from the Interloper’s true objective. The plan was perfectly orchestrated, leaving very little room for mistakes. He knew that if he pressed us, we would resort to using the Four Sword…”

Looking at Wolf with eyes that were weary, yet seemed infinitely deep with ages of wisdom, Vordemnon began, “You would know little of the sword from your studies, as it only rose in history thrice. All that is written of it are four heroes, who combined their strength to overthrow a threat to Hyrule. Few know that in truth, the heroes were one. The secret lies in the blade, which splits its wielder into four. It’s power was marred by the evils that were once sealed within its forged steel, as its strength is now waned. And now…It would seem that its legacy is now at an end.”

The two surveyed the remnants of the sword, laid out on a stone table. The blade had been hewn in two, a jagged cut running down the middle. The handle remained unbroken, yet it had taken on a dark hue, the once noble hilt now rather sinister. The blade had changed likewise, becoming a cruel and evil seeming weapon.

“Can it be healed?” asked Wolf. “Only the Minish would know…” responded his master, who placed a finger on his brow, obviously pondering the goings-on. After what seemed only moments, Vordemnon stood up, pulled out a scroll and a quill, and began to hastily scribble a message. “Tomorrow”, he said, “You will give this letter to Nicodemus, the Earl of Outer Roergard.” Holding up a hand to silence any objections, he continued to write the letter and said, :”Tonight, however, you shall journey further into Death Mountain.”

Rolling up the scroll, he sealed it with the Emblem of AmnahaI and handed it to Wolf. “Take your horse, you must ride tonight. Follow the mountain pass once you reach the outskirts of Roergard. Ride until the trail forks, then turn right. When you reach an outcropping, tie your horse and climb up the rock until you will reach a small ledge with room enough to stand. When you see this stones brother,” he said, handing his son a flat, round stone with a broken edge, “Unite them to open the way.”


Many hours later that night, Wolf found himself climbing up the rock face. He fought to keep his eyes open, feeling he was in desperate need of sleep. So much had happened that day… He had only climbed about twenty feet above the ground, yet his arms were aching. Seeing the foretold precipice was within reach, he pressed on until he finally stood against the rock wall. There was little room to rest, as the rock extended out less than a yard, leaving room for footspace alone. Pulling out the curious rock Vordemnon had given him, he studied it for a moment. It looked like part of an oversized coin, forming an almost perfect half circle except for it’s jagged edge. Looking as if it had been broken intentionally, the edge seemed almost like part of a puzzle. The flat sides of the coin were patterned alike, seeming to portray a shamrock.

Turning his attention again to the cliff he stood upon, he looked over the rock for some clue to what Vordemnon had spoken of. It was not long before he spied a protrusion that was almost identical to the stone he held. Holding the stone to his eyes, he compared the two. The edges looked as if they would fit…Shrugging, he held the two together, the edges fitting perfectly.

Suddenly, a white spark shot out from the stone and into the sky, surprising Wolf so much he let go of the stone and began to fall backwards. Instantly outstretching his hands to grab the rock for support, his hands made contact with nothing but thin air as he fell. Hearing the wind rushing in his ears, his eyes closed as he braced himself for impact with the hard earth far below. Strange sensations ran through his body, his skin tingling inexplicably.

His body finally striking the ground, the impact knocked the wind out of him. Opening his eyes and standing up, he looked himself over and found that he was not as dead as he had afore thought. Seeing not a scratch or bruise upon him, he looked about him and found his surroundings drastically changed. He stood on a massive expanse of rock, the surface sloping and uneven. Looking about him, he saw the rock slope straight up, reaching unbelievably high. Looking behind him, however, he saw naught but the night sky. Walking up one of the slopes nearby for a better view, he beheld a small cave some ways off. Deciding that it was a start, he began to hike towards it.

The cave was much closer now, and the moon had risen high in the night sky. Wolf had run quite a distance, yet he hardly felt weary from it. He moved at a speed that he had before believed impossible for him, as if he weighed very little.

Hearing a faint scratching noise behind him, he turned to see an ant the size of a dog crawling up to him from behind. Startled, he reached for his flail, and when the creature drew close enough, he swung his weapon, the ball crushing the ants head. This did not stop the insects progress, and the thing scurried around without control. It took several more blows to finish of the ant, Wolf reducing it to a pulp before it finally ceased to move. Yet looking to the horizon, he could see more of these disproportionate monstrosities drawing nearer, giving him all the more reason to reach the cave quickly.

Now running at a breakneck pace, Wolfs side was on fire, his lungs likewise burning of the quickened intake of the cold night air. The cave was now but a few yards away, thus he slowed his pace considerably. At last, he reached the solace that enclosure offered. Pulling out and igniting his torch, he saw that the hollow was carved, many arches and columns holding up the ceiling high above. There was illustrious painting upon the walls, depicting many strange creatures. The most common beast shown was a mouse-like being, wearing clothes and having a red feather come our of it’s back, though whether part of the creature or merely ornamental he knew not.

As he beheld one of the murals, he caught something move out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he saw nothing, thus he resumed his inspection. Yet now he heard light footsteps behind him, and he knew he was not alone. Gripping his flail in preparation of an attack, he spun around to confront whatever it was. Yet what he beheld astounded him.

It was the creature from the paintings, yet he saw but a hazy mirage of it. Ghost-like and foggy, it was colored faintly. Wrapped in a silvery rode, it scanned Wolf with it’s huge rodent eyes. Shocking Wolf even further, the thing spoke, in a quiet, echoing voice, “How did you find a Kingstone?”

He stammered, “A what?” Thinking a fast as he could, he soon realized what had happened. Vordemnon’s stone had shrunk him! He remained on the same mountainside, just smaller. “How…How small am I?”

“You are not small to me. But to your kind…the size of your thumb. My name is Velno.”

“I’m Wolf….The paintings showed your kind so colorful…”

“We can only be beheld by humans when you are children. As you mature, we become invisible.: You see us but partially, as you are not yet an adult, yet you no longer see as a child. You still sparkle from the Kingstone you used…”

Wolf shook his head, unsure if any of this was real. “What are you?”

Velno’s deep, grey eyes continued to gaze at Wolf with a kind of childlike curiosity. “Minish.”



Wolf was being lead through an ancient hall deep within the Minish’s city by Velno. After he had shown the Minish the sword Vordemnon had sent him with, Velno had become extremely exited, taking his hand without a word an pulling him through the subterranean passages. The hall he was now being lead through has immensely old and was lined with statues of Minish, each clutching a hammer. When they reached the end of the hall, the Minish bowed and scurried off, leaving Wolf alone before the great door. Pushing it open, he was hit with a blast of heat. After becoming used to the heat, he opened his eyes and saw he was in a forge. Furnaces were along the walls, the smell of metal smelting in the air, sparks flying through the air. He walked towards who was evidently the Master of this forge, stepping by several smaller Minish who were about their business tending the various flames in the smithy. The Master was pounding a long piece of metal, which he then folded, pounded, folded, and repeated the process several times. When he was finished, he put down his instruments and gloves and strode forward, acknowledging Wolf.

“What brings a human such as ye to mine forge, the Forge of Melari?” asked the Minish through his thick beard. Its hair was blond, yet many ends were singed by his work.

Wolf chose not to speak, simply unraveling the parcel he held that the Minish could see it. Once the blacksmith saw the sword, his eye widened and he asked, “Ye bring me the Holy Sword of my ancestor Melari, for which I am eternally grateful, yet it is ruined by dark magic. Explain.”

Wolf told the Minish, whose name was Fenori, what had conspired hours before, after which the Minish said, “Then I must repeat the actions of Melari…I must reforge the sword given by the Minish to Hyrule. The once Ethereal blade, crafted by Vallaki himself. It’s grace is stolen, yet I shall return it’s power!” With that, Fenori closed the doors to the forge and began his task, leaving Wolf in the halls of the Minish.