Everlasting Legacy - ThreeEverlasting Legacy - Three3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hylians do not understand the nature of immortality, or even the nature of those granted unnaturally long lives. I see it in their stories, their legends, their folklore. They believe that time is a petty thing to us, that decades pass in minutes and years in seconds.
Time does not pass us by as they would like to believe. We cannot close our eyes and allow ourselves to slip into the next century. To usto me, time crawls. Our days mean just as much. We watch with learned eyes, waiting for signs of the familiar. Life drags itself across the ground in front of us, a slow, painful death.
Each decade means something. Each year means something. Each day means something. I canI appreciate the small happinesses life has granted me. Friendship. Love. Even as it all inevitably fades, I've come to revel in the brief moments of glory handed to me in between the long days of sadness.
My bishop moves diagonally from the center of the board "Check."
The walls of Hyrule Cas
Everlasting Legacy - FourEverlasting Legacy - Four3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All that remains of the Kokiri presence in Hyrule exists in this forest. Their playgrounds, their homes, their ruins. All that the current generation knows of the forest children came from this place, this place of death. One day, the Hylians marched into the woods and took what they thought was theirs.
they killed children.
I could do nothing. I'm not Kokiri. I'm not Hylian, Zora, Goron, or Fey. I'm nothing. To the invaders, I was nothing more than amild irritation. My words were ignored, my pleads disregarded. I was detained, forced to listen to the Kokiri as their home was set aflame, as trees crumbled, as their great protector died.
I've tried to convince myself that they are not their ancestors, that the children will grow away from the selfish beliefs of their parents, but I know it isn't true. Someday, Hyrule will be at war with itself again.
Someday, we won't need Ganondorf to drive us to our knees and put the sword to