[fF] [ZuNoWriMo] Gone with the Wind Sage

[Slur]

A Pre-Wind Waker Fan Fiction:
Gone with the Wind Sage
-Written by Slur.exe-

So, basically I have had this wonderful idea to create a Zelda fan fiction about the events that lead up to the Wind Waker ever since I was a timeline theorist. Or just to write any Zelda fan fiction because I enjoy writing. I am new at posting my work online, this is my first time, and I thought I would start with the ZuNoWriMo. I am aware that I signed up late, but wonderful things can happen in a short amount of time. This story is based upon a linear timeline, even though the Splitist Timeline has been confirmed. It does not matter, for it is merely a fanfiction. Also the name of the title may seem familiar to some of you--Gone with the Wind--but you'll find out why I chose this title later on.

If you ever find any grammatical errors, you can post them here. I am typing this with little time, so I must do it fast. And now, without further ado:


Gone with the Wind SagePrelude
Hyrule, a once halcyon nation succumbed to the hands of malign as the Zoran Sage of Earth trembled on the old marble floor. A shadowed figure, hatred emitting from its body, glared at the wavering sage. The stare pierced the sage; a pike stabbing through the gentle heart, blood rolling down the chest. Putting on a menacing, cold smirk, the mysterious figure suspensefully crept toward the sage. Time slowed down, a reverie-like state distorting the land. But the fleeting moment was interposed: a droplet of water resonated in an altissimo pitch as it struck the floor of the roofless temple. As it reverberated, it voiced the cries and pleas that had accumulated over the centuries.



~Note: If the font I chose bugs you, please tell me right away. *115 Words*

[Szerenade]

Originally Posted by Slur.exe

~Note: If the font I chose bugs you, please tell me right away.

How kind!

...a droplet of water resonated in an altissimo pitch as it struck the floor of the roofless temple. As it reverberated, it voiced the cries and please that had accumulated over the centuries.

Those lines are stunning. Overall, you've painted a poetic picture with your prelude. I find it also kind of cool you call it a prelude and not a prologue.

Grammatical errors here:

reverie-like state

reverie-like state

and here:

cries and please

cries and pleas

[Slur]

Originally Posted by Szerenade

How kind!

My goal is for the comfort of the reader.

Those lines are stunning. Overall, you've painted a poetic picture with your prelude. I find it also kind of cool you call it a prelude and not a prologue.

Why thank you ^^ Prologue is an ugly word in my opinion.

Grammatical errors here:

reverie-like state

and here:

cries and pleas

Shoot...that brings my word count down by one T_T

Thanks for that...I always have to have my mom read my papers that I type for school because I always type so fast and put "they" instead of "the", and spell check does not catch that.

The first chapter might be up by tonight, so hold tight until then.

[Lantean]

I thoroughly enjoyed your prelude! ^_^

Please tell me that more is coming.

Oh, and don't worry about typos and stuff too much. Editing isn't the point of ZuNo.

[Slur]

CHAPTER I

Not a single creature prowled through the desiccated Hyrule Field; human or monster. Puffs of wind rolled lazily across the arid provinces, whistling a bass aria to the north, south, east, and the west. Wisps of white stroked the sky above Hyrule; idle. Dashes of vermillion dot the progressing clover laden knolls. Clusters of horse nettle, alabaster flowers in full bloom congregate at the tops of hills under deep jade foliage. A small wooden bridged arched over where there used to be a stream that snaked across the lowlands of the field. A placid brook it was, the sky making a clear reflection in it, imitating each detail the heavens displayed. Nowadays, a slight trickle of water feebly cascaded across the parched ground, which depleted in size everyday.

Drought was having a relentless affect on Lake Hylia situated in the western, Lanayru Province of Hyrule. The formerly serene environment, blooming with life and activity dried out into a desolate, bleak milieu. Nonetheless, splendor persisted and fought on; hawkweed blooming on the edge of the shallow lake, struggling. Lake levels were severely low; quaking grass and cocksfoot shooting up where waters once serenaded and murmured on a luminous midsummer’s morning. There are no divine tears to revive the flaccid land. Was it the absence of strife, and the abundance of peace?

Death Mountain, steaming in the far distance could be faintly heard today, the sound of the infinite roaring over. When viewed from afar, the mountain was fairly small in appearance; a rugged titan up close, yet a hazy, cinnabar nymph at a distance. Resting at the foot of the mountain was Kakariko Village, a quaint settlement that witnessed the occasional terrors of Death Mountain first hand. A dusty town hemmed in a valley; townsfolk seldom traveled to the castle town or saw the far reaches of the kingdom. They may be deprived of riches, but that only adds onto their benevolence and charm.

Surveying the land know as Hyrule from an enclosure made one feel isolated from the proper beauty of the kingdom. In spite of that fact, King Daphnes Nohansen of Hyrule did precisely that everyday for fear that evil may return, shattering the placidness of the land. For over a century now, there has not been a war, uprising, rebellion, or anything of the like. And that is the way King Daphnes desired for it to remain like for the final duration of his life, and even following his own death. The land may be peaceful at the present moment, but his intuition told him time and time again that evil was merely at ease, situating Hyrule and its people in a lucid repose.

Daphnes, staring out of the North tower of the castle caught the soothing breeze, which grazed his coarse, ash beard and ruffled the collar of his silk robe. For each instance this occurred, it sent a quiver down his spine, causing goose bumps to erect on the surface of his old, rough skin.

He sighed as the minutes, fleeting as they were, lazily disappeared into nothingness, never to be seen or used again. These were the kinds of days sentimentality got the best of him and the considerably naïve villages in Kakariko and the castle town below. The golden grasses of Hyrule field and the crimson flowers, abundant in seed, growing within the castle town caught the eyes of all sentient beings. It was the ambience of the day; of the generation; that slowed down mentality that causes people to see the things overlooked on a daily basis.

The relentless rays of the blaring sun were momentarily snuffed, snapping Daphnes out of his illusive state. He smoothed out the hairs of his mustache as he shifted his glance downward from the field to the castle walls where a lookout slept in the shadows of the sun, pike across his breast. Trying to wake up, Daphnes massaged his temples, but it did quite little help.

As the sun started to lower in the sky, the gossip of the castle town’s aristocrats reduced to a low murmur. Faintly drifting over to the North Tower was the tone of a violin fiddling the Song of the Royal Family, cleanly and with delicate elegance. The legatos were silk waves gliding along a distant dream. Infrequently, a tremolo shuddered; a flickering, iridescent flame that was made to dance. An airy style was present, fanning the quivering blaze. It synergized in a chromatic, melodious phantasy. A smile emerged on Daphnes’s face as he listened to the violinist play in perfect tempo and pitch, but just as immediately as the smile came upon him, it evaporated. Sighing to himself, it dawned on him that he whittled away most of his day, dreaming and gazing at the clouds.

In the distance, the sound of wings beating faintly boomed, distracting Daphnes from his sudden feeling of depression. Daphnes looked out at the field, shrouded in the dusk, the horizon bearing a vanishing strip of illumination; a fallen hero, breathless. Evil trampling over him as he tries to cling onto his life; as he tries to preserve the bliss reigning over the land, but is defeated. Yet, when all is done and said, and the last prayer is voiced, he will ascend from the suffocating obscurity, repelling malice far beyond the eye’s reach. Under the moonlight, he thought he caught glimpse of a keese or guay, waltzing in the silver ocean, deviously flitting about, mockingly to him. But the notion of even spotting a monster was soon dismissed, as he recollected that a monster had not been seen in the field for upwards of fifty years.

At last, the final diffuse twilight glow washed out of the speckled ebony night sky. Daphnes rose and picked up a tattered book on the small cherry end table next to him. Containing simply a single window, a stool, and a miniature end table, the room of the Northern tower was cramped. Bricks of feldspar granite built up almost the entirety of the North Tower. Despite the size, the room was an escape for Daphnes. He felt more transcended then ever; like an omnipresent divinity watching over the kingdom and its people.

Book clasped securely in his hand, he staggered down the narrow spiraling stairway, leaning against the wall and stumbling as he made his descent. Making his way to his room, the corridors were murky, with only the soft radiance of an occasional candle. Resignedly, he walked through the throne room, the silvery illumination of a waxing gibbous leaked through a stain glassed window, dispersing washed out colors and shadows.

At length, the eleventh hour struck, Daphnes was asleep in his room, seeing the chromatic world with eyelids tightly shut.


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Chapter 1: 1,123
Prelude: 115
Total: 1,238

[Slur]

Ah, yes! I finally have the second chapter up @.@ This chapter there are many contradicting things. Or at least I assume. Like certain flowers in bloom at the same time, when they are in bloom in a different season. But relax, this is fantasy. One last note is, I've decieded that the story will take a split timeline view, because I do not want to explain how the Temple of Time ended up down there and so on and so forth. Without further ado:

CHAPTER II

Aroused by an agonizing soprano shriek and an arpeggio of tenor bawls, King Daphnes bound out of his bed, nearly grazing the canopy as he leapt. Hurriedly, he stumbled to the window and began to frantically search for the origin of the screeches. Immediately, he discovered what was going on, and much to his chagrin, it was a horror in which he did not ever desire to lay eyes upon in his lifetime. Terrified, a lookout was swinging a truncheon in the town square at a ravaging bokoblin, his efforts haphazard and fruitless. At last, a blow smacked the bokoblin across the skull, causing it to plummet onto the brick-paved ground.

Brilliant light began to emit from the body of the slain monster. Its profound cobalt skin appeared azure in the blinding illumination. Unfathomably, the light became a sinister ebony tone, nonetheless giving off radiance; still discharging ruddiness. Gravitating around the monster’s center, the black light concentrated into an orb, soon afterwards, imploding. A cloud with an amethyst tinge lingered for a moment after the burst. The bokoblin was no longer present when the smoke cleared, relief painted on peoples’ faces.

Gawking, the townsfolk congregated around where the bokoblin disintegrated. Utter confusion and apprehension filled the minds of the populous. Panicky, many began to take refuge in the confines of their homes, cowering and trembling with trepidation. Soldiers and lookouts neglecting their duties were suddenly vigilant; pikes firmly grasped in their right hand, shields in their left. The town took on a defensive stance; aristocrats waltzing about, on three pouncing; proletarians performing a modest gavotte, striking forwards blindly.

From his window, Daphnes watched the streets become forsaken. The lookout he saw yesterday, basking under the high noon sun, was today gripping a bow and arrow, blindly firing at every rustle and motion in the distance; a discarded pike next to him. Naturally at this time of day, vivace murmurs hummed throughout the town; a glissando of men and women’s voices, skittering about loosely. But today, stillness swept through the town, townsfolk cowering; a tacit response to fear.

Pacing from one end of the room to another, questions streamed endlessly through his mind; a flooding brook caused by deliquescing snow, water forever emanating; water forever cascading downwards. He desired to know if this was a mere random incident, or the next coming of evil to Hyrule. No, he must not make haste in finding the answer. Unavailingly groping into the oblivion would do no such help.

Snapping out of his contemptuous thoughts, his mind still persisting on remaining in an arbitrary state of scattering inquisition, Daphnes dressed, and scurried down the hall. Bounding through the throne room, knights on duty gaped at him, a perplexed visage painted on their faces, oblivious as to the cause of his peculiar mood. Incandescent luminosity diverging from the high noon sun beamed through the three stained glass windows, colors splashing and flickering across the monotonous granite brick floor, lustrous light brushing Daphnes’s eyes as he strenuously ran past.

Stopping to catch his breath in the “Grand Entrance Hallway”, he pondered as to what he was actually trying to accomplish. His mind cleared; the eye of the storm passing overhead, temporary relief; the wind favonian for only a brief occasion. He must consult with a sage. Yes, that was his only move, for who else was there to consult with? An aristocrat or a knight would do hardly any help in this situation. Figuring that there was bound to be a sage in the Temple of Time praying or studying, Daphnes concluded to inspect there first.

Cautiously, Daphnes peregrinated out of the castle and down the cobblestone footpath, appearing a murky taupe gray in the shadows. The pathway led him through the Royal Garden of the Goddesses which resided at the façade of the castle. In each of the corners of the garden was a towering Leyland Cypresses, not pruned, spreading their coniferous palms; sovereign deities in leisure. Dotting the perimeter was an alteration between conically hedged yews and beeches. Struggling in the recent drought like conditions, a Double flowered Camellia bush stands powerfully in the eastern side of the garden, vibrantly showing off its fuchsia blossoms. Residing in the southwestern corner, a Persimmon tree grew—the abnormality of the garden as some said—celadon flowers bloomed; not likely to bear from this year, but still bearing courage. Flashing soft mauve petals to strollers was a lilac bush growing in the northwestern corner of the garden; it added brilliance that the other shrubbery could not.

In the center of the garden, a large fountain spouted water as the goddesses Din, Nayru, and Farore posed, clad in gold amidst the mist. The cobblestone pathway spilt at the fountain, creating many trails, always lined with hedges and an assortment of flower, throughout the garden. A faint redolence drifted away from the Mountain Laurels hidden in the maze of hedges and shrubbery. Daphnes admired the fragrance, as he would often stop to intake the scene and scents, but he was a in a bit of hurry today with the ordeal that just occurred.

Leaving one the few places that resonated with life in Hyrule as he walked through the gothic fence and into the Castle Town, his gaited changed to that of a more lax one, for no townsfolk would see him out-and-about as they cowered in their homes.
Daphnes turned right, down an alley between the side of a petite, inner city château and a lavish emporium. As he made his way through the shadowy, narrow alleyway he felt relieved from the blazing sun, for it was cool and shaded between the two buildings. Even a slight balmy breeze traveled betwixt the bricks.

Walking out of the alley, the sun glared at him, Daphnes cloaking himself in response. The pathway behind the bustling scene—at least it usually was—was brick, shaded a purple taupe from old age and abrasion due to constant travel. Soft plumes of myrtle tinted moss poked up inside of chinks and fissures, within and between the bricks. He picked up his stride as he began to walk down an incline slightly. When he neared the bottom, four gravestones came into view under the lulling shade of a Weeping Willow; depressing, yet joyful nonetheless. But shade of a bigger entity overpowered that of the mournful tree

Tucked onto a curious knoll, the imposing structure of the Temple of Time stood monolithic, its three spires solemnly poking the sky; the Weeping Willow failing in comparison. As its name suggests, scars left over the eras by war and peace only became part of the holy edifice; they became a marking in time. The sun’s reflection off the chalky white stonework dazzled, blinding Daphnes temporarily. A round stained glass window perched dormant on the façade boasting off its mesmeric design depicting the golden power encompassed by seven rings.

Almost nonchalantly, Daphnes strolled in the burdensome mahogany doors. Upon entering, smooth maestoso pulses tickled his ears. And at last, he spoke.

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Chapter 2: 1,173
Previous: 1,238
Total: 2,411

[coolkbk585]

I think I'll read this whole thing once it's done and I can print it out. It'll be easier to read that way. And I can show it to you know who.