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The afternoon sun cast golden ripples across Lake Totori and the great stone basin in which it lay. A half dozen adult Rito dove hopefully, then wheeled away in disappointment upon finding the water disturbed only by wind. Totori was emptier than any of the bird-like creatures could remember, a fact that would be driven home by their crying eggchicks later that night.
With heavy hearts and empty beaks, the Rito used their powerful wings to ascend from the lake’s surface to their home at its center. The fires from a fortnight previous were long doused, the wooden stairs and platforms repaired, but a som
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Strong hands pulled at Link’s arms and waist. He tried furiously to wrest free of them, so intent was he to confront the demon that even now was breaking free. Its arrival had infused him with rage so great that he was choking on it.
“Come on then!” someone shouted at him.
Link’s wrath suffocated him. He couldn’t breathe.
“Come on then, lad!”
Link’s head broke the surface of the water. His body did not register the cold, only the violent shivers it was emitting to keep itself alive. He did not even feel the iron grips of Dorian and Brigo, both of whom
LOZ | BOTW | Book Two | Ch 7: The Spring of Wisdom
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By the time darkness descended upon Mount Lanayru, Link and his companions felt as though their entire lives had passed in a haze of mist, keen winds and needling snow. What parts of their faces remained exposed to the elements were now coated with white powder through which their eyes squinted to find the best candidate for each next step they took.
Link had not bothered to set down the Sheikah Slate for some time. He kept it firmly clenched in one freezing hand, the other holding a luminous stone. He constantly consulted the slate’s map and its telltale yellow arrow — the mark showing his living lo
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Link rose at dawn’s light as if a bell had called him to wake. He retrieved his belongings swiftly. So eager was he for this day’s journey that he had arranged everything the night before so all was readily at hand.
Dorian’s gift of a weapon was once again strapped to his back, the hilt jutting just above his right shoulder. His bow was shouldered and quiver full. The Sheikah Slate hung on two stout hooks cunningly sewn into his broad waist belt. The curious paraglider was collapsed and situated from another pair of hooks on the back of the
The sun drifted slowly and mercilessly over what many Hyruleans dubbed the Sea of Sands, more commonly known as the Gerudo Desert. Suffocating heat pressed down on and rose from the eddying dunes, creating mesmerizing waves in the air. A small spurt of sand betrayed the presence of some creature resilient enough to call the barren region home. Whatever it was showed itself no further, either out of respect for predators or hope for prey.
Bertri lowered her spear once assured the disturbance was not a threat. The dark-skinned Gerudo mentally berated herself. Her mother, ancestors protect her, would have sent her running laps around the city wa
LOZ | BOTW | Book 2 | Ch 4: Farewells and Welcomes
It took all of Brigo and Dorian’s persuasive powers to convince Link they should not leave for Mount Lanayru until the following morning.
“This is no ruddy spring outing on Ovli Plain,” the patrolman admonished none too politically. “I mehself ‘ave never climbed Lanayru, an’ I’m no about to rush into it ill-prepared.”
“The altitude will be as bad as the cold, Master Link,” the Sheikah added earnestly. “I have a remedy or two that will aid the journey, but I will need the rest of the day to prepare them.”
And then there was Purah, ticking a small index finger in Link
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At first, Link was not sure whether he should laugh or be angry. The thought of this girl being over a century old was insane. It was ludicrous. It was… roughly the same as his own age.
“Were you also in a Shrine of Resurrection?” Link demanded.
The one-hundred-twenty-three-year-old girl shook her head. “Nope! Unlike yours, my youth is the result of… well, other means. But I’ll get to that!”
“I’m sure she ruddy will,” Brigo muttered incredulously. Symin stopped scribbling in his notebook long enough to give the patrolman a look of extreme dis