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And thus Din said to the Water Sage and Fire Sage. "I created this bountiful earth for all life to live on. Thou may use it as thy pleases. But know this, the earth is strong, do not think thou can master it. If thou tries, it shall open up, and punish those who think themselves mightier then I." -From the Holy Scriptures of the Church of the Three Goddesses. The Oracle of Earth By Pata Hikari Based off the game The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Seasons by Nintendo and Capcom. Chapter 1: One heck of a birthday present "What do you think Kalo?" A girl, appearing about thirteen, was examining herself in a mirror. She was a very beautiful girl, her

Childhood Dreams By Pata Hikari Chapter 1: Wishing for Neverland. It was raining, as usual. The dull grey sky released it's neverending supply of water in a sheet. The citizens of Seattle walked through the streets, ignoring the all too common rain. A young girl was looking out her apartment window. Watching with with a dull look on her face. Her black hair drapped down over her eyes. She let out a bored sigh. "Saria, brush your hair out of your face." An adult woman said, walking into the room. "OK Mom." Saria answered, brushing her hair back. "That's my girl." Mom smiled, "Now, get yourself ready, because we're going to a party soon.

"It's called Chess, Fairy Boy." Link examined the black and white board. He picked up the gold horse piece. "What's it about?" He asked. Malon sighed, "You're holding a Knight. They can move three spaces and then turn one space in any direction." Link looked at Malon in confusion. "Huh?" Malon groaned, "It's a game." "How is this a game?" Link set down the Knight, "All you do is sit here and move around little figures." Malon giggled, "It's a game of the mind. Masters of strategy and tactics play this game." "Uh-huh, and you play it too?" Link asked. "Yup! This Chess set is a family air loom!" Malon said cheerfully, "Me and Dad play i

Bushido By Pata Hikari The moon was red in the night sky. It was an unusual color for the moon to be, yet for many it fortold death and war. Few of the soilders in the castle were superstitious though. So most of them paid the sky little more then a curious glance. Yet there was still an air of deep tension. Rumors had been spreading through the land. One of a demon who struck down those lords who were... too abusive of their power. While most of the soilders were loyal to their leader to the point of refusing to see anything else, others could see that the local lord whom they served was harsh. Harsh to the point of cruelty, in most cases

Tales of a lost Kokiri By Pata Hikari Chapter 1: A Bitter Hero and a Lonely Sage It was warm inside the tavern. People, travelers, taking shelter from the storm outside were laughing, enjoying ale and stories. The door opened, and with it a rush of cold and a peal of thunder, to reveal a boy. The boy looked no older then 13, wearing a green tunic and hat. His dark blond hair seeming to frame his face. On his back one could see two swords, and a shield. His face held a look which some of the men recognized. A look of bitterness, resentment, the look of one who had seen too much death and had lost too much. Many of then men thought the boy

Finding your Soul By Pata Hikari Chapter 1: Beginning Fates The marketplace buzzed with activity. People of all races moved around, buying, selling, simply enjoying the sights and sounds. Wandering amongst the crowd, was someone who stood out, for some reason. It was a boy, one who was starting the possess of becoming a man. His dirty blond hair extended down, covering one of his eyes. The eye that could be seen was a ruby-red, identifying him as a Sheikah, the race of Shadows. He was wearing a loose blue shirt, with black denim pants, and brown shoes. Some young girls turned their gaze over to him, because he was very handsome, the boy he

The night sky was shining brightly with incandescent stars, and the cool breeze swept along the ground, gently fingering the grass. Zelda sat underneath the willow tree looking up at the sky with longing. She sighed and looked down at the item in her hand. She caressed it with her hands, letting her fingers run up and down the shiny surface of the flute. It was oval shaped and had many tiny holes that the fingers dipped into slightly, like small minnows, while she stroked it. A sigh managed to escape her lips again, and she raised the flute towards her mouth. Her hands clasped the round wood expertly, her finger tips reaching each individua