For those of you who have read my first fan fic, The Hero of Light and Shadow, you should know that I will not be continuing that. It wasn’t turning out quite right, and I had left it alone for some time. I’ve got a new idea for a fic, though. Hold on to your pants…
This is still based on Twilight Princess. My idea is a series of journal entries from a young Twili character describing the events that happened in the Twilight Realm after Link defeats Ganondorf, and Midna returns. I’ll show you guys a sample, and see if I should continue from there.
03.21.2011
Evening
What does this mean? These foreign numbers atop this parchment? Must I write in Hylian? Such a strange language. They have only one dialect, and so few characters in their alphabet. How do these Hylians communicate so easily? Why do they think “gnaw” must have a “G” in its beginning? Or “bomb” a “B” at its end? It is not “bom-buh“, it is “bom.” I suppose I ramble.
Things are so different now. Our princess has returned, yet even she is different. It is not as it was before the war with the Dark Lord. I still hear the shrieks of the monsters in the night. They haunt my dreams and seep their way into the innermost sanctuaries of my mind, destroying any sense of safety I had ever known. But we were not safe before. We are not safe now.
Will we ever be safe? When can I return to my daily life, with my young sister and brother, and my parents? With a family that has been torn apart limb from limb, until… What remains? Me. I am alone, in a land so familiar, yet so altered, so cold. How can I call this place home again? I cannot continue waiting for things to return to normalcy. To give myself false hope means to greaten the fall the next time my hopes are crushed. Destroyed. Eliminated. Decimated. Much like the core of our people.
I cannot wait for change to revive my people. I must start with myself in this matter. Change my world from the inside out. How can I do this? I am so little, so inexperienced. If only I possessed the courage of the Hero spoken about by the princess. She always commends his bravery, his patience, his ability to do, rather than wait. She seems more distressed about the fate of her Hero than the fate of the Twili, her people, whom she had already abandoned once before.
I will wait for morning before I get too ahead of myself. Perhaps I will be able to think more clearly when I am rested. If I sleep at all tonight....
Serino
Let me know if you think this was a good direction to go in. I'm open to suggestions, criticisms, ideas. Anything can help me out. ^^ Thanks for reading.
This is still based on Twilight Princess. My idea is a series of journal entries from a young Twili character describing the events that happened in the Twilight Realm after Link defeats Ganondorf, and Midna returns. I’ll show you guys a sample, and see if I should continue from there.
03.21.2011
Evening
What does this mean? These foreign numbers atop this parchment? Must I write in Hylian? Such a strange language. They have only one dialect, and so few characters in their alphabet. How do these Hylians communicate so easily? Why do they think “gnaw” must have a “G” in its beginning? Or “bomb” a “B” at its end? It is not “bom-buh“, it is “bom.” I suppose I ramble.
Things are so different now. Our princess has returned, yet even she is different. It is not as it was before the war with the Dark Lord. I still hear the shrieks of the monsters in the night. They haunt my dreams and seep their way into the innermost sanctuaries of my mind, destroying any sense of safety I had ever known. But we were not safe before. We are not safe now.
Will we ever be safe? When can I return to my daily life, with my young sister and brother, and my parents? With a family that has been torn apart limb from limb, until… What remains? Me. I am alone, in a land so familiar, yet so altered, so cold. How can I call this place home again? I cannot continue waiting for things to return to normalcy. To give myself false hope means to greaten the fall the next time my hopes are crushed. Destroyed. Eliminated. Decimated. Much like the core of our people.
I cannot wait for change to revive my people. I must start with myself in this matter. Change my world from the inside out. How can I do this? I am so little, so inexperienced. If only I possessed the courage of the Hero spoken about by the princess. She always commends his bravery, his patience, his ability to do, rather than wait. She seems more distressed about the fate of her Hero than the fate of the Twili, her people, whom she had already abandoned once before.
I will wait for morning before I get too ahead of myself. Perhaps I will be able to think more clearly when I am rested. If I sleep at all tonight....
Serino
Let me know if you think this was a good direction to go in. I'm open to suggestions, criticisms, ideas. Anything can help me out. ^^ Thanks for reading.
It actually feels like you're reading a memoir of a twili. Great job!
