Chapter VIII: A stroke of luck? by ando-yuuri, literature
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Chapter VIII: A stroke of luck?
“You!” cried the princess, flabbergasted.
The crouched down figure, lowered her head in defeat then raised it to stare painfully and regretfully at the princess:
“My lady… I know that you told me to go to my room…But I couldn’t leave you alone… I didn’t have it in my heart to leave you with the demon king!”
The hard expression on Zelda’s face softened, she exhaled half amused and half irritated.
“Demelza” She murmured.
“Congratulations for your engagement” the servant finally said apologetically, after a long pause.
The princess smiled, bid goodnight to her la
Sleeping Zelda chapter VII: A strange proposal by ando-yuuri, literature
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Sleeping Zelda chapter VII: A strange proposal
Ganondorf was walking in the secret passage way towards the door leading to the corridors of Hyrule’s castle, impatient to finally see the princess after all this time. When he was finally in the corridors, he waited and took the opportunity to scan the surroundings. The place was bright, setting a warm atmosphere; as many silver chandeliers were hung from the ceiling, there was no rug on the wooden floor and many paintings were adorning the walls, most of them were of young men and women, ‘surely, the former kings and queens’ thought the Gerudo king.
He contemplated a particular painting of a blond man, with grey eyes almo
Sleeping Zelda chapter VI: A PLAN FINALLY! by ando-yuuri, literature
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Sleeping Zelda chapter VI: A PLAN FINALLY!
The doctor stayed at the King's bedside, and worked his art as best as he could. On the third day, the monarch's color returned. On the seventh day, and much to the doctor's delight, the royal patient asked for a breakfast more solid and consistent than broth. The doctor left the king to inform the princess of that progress in her father’s health, still, it is no surprise when Edwin appears...outwardly from nowhere. “How is he?”
“Much better today, thankfully,” the physician replies and takes the spectacles from his nose, “Slowly, but he is recovering.”
The prince smiled and put a hand on the doctor
Sleeping Zelda chapter V: duties and obstacles by ando-yuuri, literature
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Sleeping Zelda chapter V: duties and obstacles
Ganondorf materialized inside of the Gerudo fortress, the sack of food in his hands. It was a little late in the morning. He was in messy state, he had dark circle under his eyes and dishevelled hair.
Soon he was joined by the Twinrova.
"Good morning, son." Both of the witches chimed at the same time.
"Oh mother, good morning." He said in a tired voice
"Why are you so late?" Asked Koume.
"did you have a problem inside of the castle?" Asked Kotake, worried.
"what did those Hylian do to you?!" Asked both of the Gerudo witches at the same time, anxiously.
"Both of you calm down! Nothing happened inside of the castle! ... I just had a long
Sleeping Zelda Chapter III: Witching hour plans by ando-yuuri, literature
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Sleeping Zelda Chapter III: Witching hour plans
A black caped figure was running on a horse, in the dead of the night, while the storm was raging. But nothing could stop the ferocious black horse nor the caped figure, not even the storm, they were entering deep, deep in the forest. The horse stopped in front of a cabin, in the darkest depths of the forest, the horseman got down of its horse, led it to a nearby tree and tied it there. As the horseman arrived in front of the cabin’s door, he knocked loudly. The door opened by itself.
As the man entered inside, a voice rang in the whole cabin. “Well, well, well, if it’s not the prince Edwin. Welcome to my humble household, t
Chapter VIII: A stroke of luck? by ando-yuuri, literature
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Chapter VIII: A stroke of luck?
“You!” cried the princess, flabbergasted.
The crouched down figure, lowered her head in defeat then raised it to stare painfully and regretfully at the princess:
“My lady… I know that you told me to go to my room…But I couldn’t leave you alone… I didn’t have it in my heart to leave you with the demon king!”
The hard expression on Zelda’s face softened, she exhaled half amused and half irritated.
“Demelza” She murmured.
“Congratulations for your engagement” the servant finally said apologetically, after a long pause.
The princess smiled, bid goodnight to her la
Sleeping Zelda chapter VII: A strange proposal by ando-yuuri, literature
Literature
Sleeping Zelda chapter VII: A strange proposal
Ganondorf was walking in the secret passage way towards the door leading to the corridors of Hyrule’s castle, impatient to finally see the princess after all this time. When he was finally in the corridors, he waited and took the opportunity to scan the surroundings. The place was bright, setting a warm atmosphere; as many silver chandeliers were hung from the ceiling, there was no rug on the wooden floor and many paintings were adorning the walls, most of them were of young men and women, ‘surely, the former kings and queens’ thought the Gerudo king.
He contemplated a particular painting of a blond man, with grey eyes almo
The Sun Queen -- Part One by SilverBellsAbove, literature
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The Sun Queen -- Part One
~~THE SUN QUEEN~~
PART ONE
The wind howled. It clawed and bit and snarled in her ears, razor-talon wisps attempting to slash apart her cloak. She had been forced from her horse what felt like a forever ago. Not that a horse would find more progress than she through the dunes; the drifts were too deep for all steeds but the most fleet-footed desert mounts. Din, she thought. How could a land of sun and heat and thirst be so cold?
A solitary tear slid down her ivory cheek before she could stop herself. No, she reminded herself. This is a land of parch. Every drop of that is precious. Your canteen is gone, and that is bad enough.
But she coul
On Having Appetite by SilverBellsAbove, literature
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On Having Appetite
Blech. I do not like this story so much, other than it is GanZel. This is the result of finals week and exactly how tired my brain was. If it's not as good as the usual, has strange pacing or characterization I am seriously sorry. If I didn't pump this out then the blah would just fester in my brainpan. I'm posting this as a curiosity to see what people think of a GanZel story written while my brain was shot on gluing census info and statistics data together with earwax and prayers.
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Ganondorf knew his soul was an ancient one. He could feel it in his blood, the workings of the essence that made him who he was. So old, that ther