TMLink76240
Travis Mask
- Joined
- Jul 13, 2013
- Location
- Gainesville, Tx
I've started a fan-fic, several years ago, but I can't seem to write anymore than I have, then, and a bit I wrote, today. I also, and I'm sure I am not the only one, wish to have a storyline proper enough to serve as a new game. I would enjoy help and criticism with my story as it comes along. Every great thing starts-off as a story. Who knows? Maybe by the time I write enough with the help and criticism of others and their possible writings, it may evolve into the greatest of all the storylines.
First off: the reason the it's titled, "The Split-Destined Mirrors," is that I wish to combine all the timelines into one by Link being warped through these mirrors to play a part amongst all three alternate-dimensions. The things I have written and will write; as well as, what my helpers will write will appear as only drafts/ideas for the all-together, ideal storyline to be produced from our collage of brilliant-enough ideas to make this storyline irresistible, to the guys making the games. And, the criticism will surely help with that.
I only have one rule: don't let your criticisms get out-of-hand. Believe me, you'll know when they do.
Okay! Let us see what we can do my fellow Legend of Zelda fans!
***PG to PG-14[Let us keep it under this rating bar-line](Acceptance:blood, violence, minor-gore[acceptance includes decapitation], minor-language[not intense/strong-language], no sexual content[excluding kissing and smaller, funny insinuations], no nude description[Example of accpeted: Link came to the Great Fairy blushing, being audience to her full-nude, beautiful body only covered by her ever-long, blue hair. (Pretty much no detailed descriptions of body-parts.)], no racism or strong-prejudice insinuations of real-world people or events)
As for the pole: Just, tell if you think this will get somewhere(1) or nowhere(2)
Twisted Victory: Possible prologue or ending
The King of Hyrule releases Demise from the Master Sword using the Triforce of Power, defeating Link and causing the king's death. After Demise kills the king he attempts to obtain the Triforce of Power to find it has gone from the king's hand. Ganondorf strikes demise with the newly obtained Triforce of Power, leaving only singed markings upon Demise. Knowing Link wields the Master Sword, Ganondorf uses the Triforce of Power to resurrect Link from the cold confines of death and failure in an attempt to have the King of Darkness sealed-back-away. Demise laughs at Ganondorf's attempt and forms into a fog and possesses Ganondorf's blood(possessing his entire bloodline) thus fusing himself with this new-found wielder of the Triforce of Power.
Link awakens, only remembering his defeat by the King of Hyrule, lying on his gut on the back of Zelda's horse. Link hear's an explosion beside him and sees dirt, grass, and rock flying all about as he soars through the air as the horse falls bringing Zelda with it. Link fully-conscience lands upon his feat stabbing the Master Sword into the ground to brace his momentum to be faced by his old ally, Ganondorf. Charging at Link with a great, jagged, and wickedly dark blade, Ganondorf prepared to end this hero's ascent once and for all by putting all his power(obtained and natural powers) for one clean kill. Link envisions what his ancestor had once battled; "Demise..." he said under his breath as he'd seen him before through spirit. The Triforce of Courage, then, shines a bright, golden light from his hand. Link pulls his blade from the soil and points his blade into the sky, charging it with light and the integrity of the Triforce of Courage(greater than the strength of the light/silver arrows), and plunges it into Ganondorf's side, running the blade through Ganondorf's heart and shoulder. Link whispers, "Sorry..." as Ganondorf slashes Link upright, from the belly to the chin. Link falls and Zelda comes charging, without acknowledgement of her own wounds, after Link. "NOOO!!!!! LINK!! NO!!" Zelda shrills with tears in her eyes. She's grips his tunic tightly as the life leaves his eyes, his breathing slowing. Zelda feels a sort of deja-vu which is broken by Link grasping her tightly into a hug as the last breath of his life drains from him and one tear falls from his left eye.
The Legend of Zelda
The Split-Destined Mirrors
(Piece 1)
After a long day's work at the goat ranch in Ordon, Link Called for Epona for a smooth, sit-back travel to his house, just as the sun was setting and began heading through the village towards the very south end. The fellow villagers were already in their houses either eating or preparing dinner, but Ilia was in front of her houses staring-off towards the woods towards the east.Link slightly pulled the reins bringing Epona to a soft halt eyeing Ilia with curiosity. Ilia knowing Link better than any brother or friend spoke to absolve this curiosity, saying, "Link, Do you feel a strange pull?" She continued with, "It's almost as if there's a relentless storm settling along the eastern horizon. I feel as if my heart is being burned-up by a black flame" as she began to shiver in pure fear; settled with a soft firm grasp of her shoulder by Link. She immediately swung-around and gripped him tightly with both arms and asked, "Do you feel it, to?" Link not knowing what to say only looked towards the east studiously to feel nothing. He, then,patted her back with one hand and rubbed her head caringly with the other, just afterwards. She let him go and offered for him to eat dinner with her father,Bo, and her. Link wanting to go home scratched the back of his head and pondered, but before he could, even, decide she grabbed his hand and began onward into the house as Link let out a vocal remark of slight surprise.
After having a hearty and very large meal, Ilia knowing Link was about to leave looked in his way with discontent as Bo rubbed his bulbous belly in satisfactory-fullness. Bo quickly got-up walking into his bedroom as Link began to notice Ilia's downward descent in her eyes. Link attempting to uplift this descent said, "Even when things become their worst. I'll be here for you." Ilia nodded and kept her head low. Bo came back into the room with a new bit and decorative reins declaring, "This is for Epona!" continuing with, "I thought you'd like the green design,knowing you love the color green, and Epona will, definitely, respond with more loyalty with the fabrication over wood on the ends of this bit to add cushion from the metal." Link happily excepted the gift as Bo announced,"It's the least I can do with how much work you've done at the ranch; as well as, how much you have lent us all a hand in our times of need! Ha! Even,when we, truly, didn't need it; you were always there to help!" Link awkwardly smiled with a slight blush being left short for words replying with,"Thanks." Bo, then, looked-out the window from where he was standing and saw how dark it had become. "Well, you should begin to head home before time flies out the window." Bo said with a smirk, "We have got another day of work in the morning." Link nodded and began walking towards the door. Halting at the door he turned to Ilia and had bid,"Goodnight." Goodnight, Link. And, be safe!" she replied trying to hide the fact she was worried with a half-cocked smile. Link nodded and went out the door.
Link closed the door behind him to find Epona missing. Expecting to find her home link sighed with a grunt due to this long day and large meal. He halfheartedly starting walking down the trail that lead through the middle of the village straight to his house, and before he could reach halfway to his destination, a tingling sensation began to manifest inside him. Suddenly, the birthmark on his left hand began to glow; guiding him toward the east into the woods where Ilia very worriedly gazed upon. He, instantly,went from his tired state to a state of indulgence, and He began running into the woods. At this moment he began to feel a peculiar awkwardness of displacement, but he only shrugged off the feeling.
He cautiously ran deeper into the woods letting this sensation emitting from his hand guide his trek. He could hear the chattering of creatures moving and frogs croaking as he trekked deeper into the woods, and he came to a stop, as all the ambiance went silent, at a hut formally built of stone and roofed with wood. He'd never, not once, seen this in all the time he's lived. Astounded by the discovery he stood still trying to acknowledge this building's existence, but the sensation became so strong that he quickly cast aside this attempt of figuring-this-out. He studied the door finding noway of opening it: no hinges, no door knob or handle. He, then, place his hand onto the door, and miraculously, one of the three triangularly birthmarks on the back of his hand brightly shown with golden light. The door deteriorated into sand at his feet. Frightened and confused, Link peered inside trying to see inside. As he studied with his eyes, he had seen a faint glowing of what resembled a mirror. He stepped cautiously into the hut, one step at a time, not knowing if something else would randomly appear. He turned toward the mirror and seen an older, more mature image of himself wearing a very unique green tunic with a strange hat that slouched to a point. The mirror had light to it but was dusty. Link, thinking twice about it, brought up his left hand and began to wipe of the dust, hoping to see a more accurate image of himself. All at once, as he saw the image of himself become battered and gravely wounded, the triangle mark that had glown on his hand had, abruptly, shown a blindingly bright, golden light, just, when he brought his hand to touch this peculiar mirror. Suddenly, the mirror flipped; carrying him along with it. Everything for Link had faded away to black.
Link awoke hearing nothing but a dry wind blowing and the sun shining through the collapsed roof. He began to look around attempting to figure-out where he was. He found that the walls where covered in dust and cob webs and had begun to crumble. He sat up from lying in the middle of this small, broken-down building to find himself in strange green clothing.It was the same clothing he had seen his image in the mirror wearing, and he found tears, holes, and blood-stains from where he'd seen a glimpse of this image gravely wounded. His thoughts quickly averted toward the mirror in front of him. Gazing with hysterical confusion he'd seen that it was the same mirror he'd flipped around with; only, it had not a speck of dust on it and had no glow to it. The look of it was new.
Standing up, Link began to dust of the dirt from his clothing and found there was chain-mail below the green garbs, with a thin off-white, tight clothing beneath the chain-mail. Radically his hand began to pull him in a direction, and with no stopping it, Link ran out the door-way just as the old hut collapsed. Link gasped as he was choicelessly running,finding the forest dead and grey. He could only think of Ilia and the rest of the village at this point, wondering what had happened. Worried, he continued eastward in opposition to where the village was located. He could hear screeches of creatures unknown and see what seemed to be ghost-like figures;Link continued running along, through thick dead foliage of thorns and harsh shrubbery, into the unknown.
Exhausted from running for what seemed like hours through such rough conditions he made it to an old, dead meadow with a stone-center upholding a pedestal without tripping or falling once. Link, coming upon a dead body, finally came to a halt as his left-handed mark stopped its pull.The body Link stood before was naked, just beginning to rot, and face down with various trinkets, tools, a shield, and other items lying around. There was a blade ran straight through the core of his chess protruding from his backside.And, against the wall were bones in a black suit of armor smashed into the wall. He began scavenging all the items without second thought, knowing he'd need them. He began to adjust the shield for his arm and found it was already a suiting fit to begin hearing a wondrously perfect ringing. He looked down to the corps and found the sword almost had a glimmer to it. He, then, began to roll the body over. The body rolled over, Link could feel fear in every part of his being as the blood left his skin and heart sank. The older, more mature,gravely wounded image of himself in that mirror was lying before him, dead,rotting, with a sword ran through him.
Standing there in a petrified state for around thirty minutes, Link, finally, brought himself back to reality. His head stirring, Link gripped the royal blue hilt, gripped with fine leather, and put his foot upon the peck of his and hesitantly pulled the blade form his corpse.The further the blade came from his deathly-self; the closer Link felt he was going to white-out. Taking one deep breath, Link yanked the remainder of the blade out and stumbled backward falling upon his butt. Breathing heavily upon such a traumatic experience, Link sat still for a few minutes and caught his breath. And, after catching his breath, Link grabbed the royally styled sheath of the majestic blade and laced around his torso; sheathing his newly obtained sword that, almost, seems to call his name, and resting his shield on his back,onto the sheath.
First off: the reason the it's titled, "The Split-Destined Mirrors," is that I wish to combine all the timelines into one by Link being warped through these mirrors to play a part amongst all three alternate-dimensions. The things I have written and will write; as well as, what my helpers will write will appear as only drafts/ideas for the all-together, ideal storyline to be produced from our collage of brilliant-enough ideas to make this storyline irresistible, to the guys making the games. And, the criticism will surely help with that.
I only have one rule: don't let your criticisms get out-of-hand. Believe me, you'll know when they do.
Okay! Let us see what we can do my fellow Legend of Zelda fans!
***PG to PG-14[Let us keep it under this rating bar-line](Acceptance:blood, violence, minor-gore[acceptance includes decapitation], minor-language[not intense/strong-language], no sexual content[excluding kissing and smaller, funny insinuations], no nude description[Example of accpeted: Link came to the Great Fairy blushing, being audience to her full-nude, beautiful body only covered by her ever-long, blue hair. (Pretty much no detailed descriptions of body-parts.)], no racism or strong-prejudice insinuations of real-world people or events)
As for the pole: Just, tell if you think this will get somewhere(1) or nowhere(2)
Twisted Victory: Possible prologue or ending
The King of Hyrule releases Demise from the Master Sword using the Triforce of Power, defeating Link and causing the king's death. After Demise kills the king he attempts to obtain the Triforce of Power to find it has gone from the king's hand. Ganondorf strikes demise with the newly obtained Triforce of Power, leaving only singed markings upon Demise. Knowing Link wields the Master Sword, Ganondorf uses the Triforce of Power to resurrect Link from the cold confines of death and failure in an attempt to have the King of Darkness sealed-back-away. Demise laughs at Ganondorf's attempt and forms into a fog and possesses Ganondorf's blood(possessing his entire bloodline) thus fusing himself with this new-found wielder of the Triforce of Power.
Link awakens, only remembering his defeat by the King of Hyrule, lying on his gut on the back of Zelda's horse. Link hear's an explosion beside him and sees dirt, grass, and rock flying all about as he soars through the air as the horse falls bringing Zelda with it. Link fully-conscience lands upon his feat stabbing the Master Sword into the ground to brace his momentum to be faced by his old ally, Ganondorf. Charging at Link with a great, jagged, and wickedly dark blade, Ganondorf prepared to end this hero's ascent once and for all by putting all his power(obtained and natural powers) for one clean kill. Link envisions what his ancestor had once battled; "Demise..." he said under his breath as he'd seen him before through spirit. The Triforce of Courage, then, shines a bright, golden light from his hand. Link pulls his blade from the soil and points his blade into the sky, charging it with light and the integrity of the Triforce of Courage(greater than the strength of the light/silver arrows), and plunges it into Ganondorf's side, running the blade through Ganondorf's heart and shoulder. Link whispers, "Sorry..." as Ganondorf slashes Link upright, from the belly to the chin. Link falls and Zelda comes charging, without acknowledgement of her own wounds, after Link. "NOOO!!!!! LINK!! NO!!" Zelda shrills with tears in her eyes. She's grips his tunic tightly as the life leaves his eyes, his breathing slowing. Zelda feels a sort of deja-vu which is broken by Link grasping her tightly into a hug as the last breath of his life drains from him and one tear falls from his left eye.
The Legend of Zelda
The Split-Destined Mirrors
(Piece 1)
After a long day's work at the goat ranch in Ordon, Link Called for Epona for a smooth, sit-back travel to his house, just as the sun was setting and began heading through the village towards the very south end. The fellow villagers were already in their houses either eating or preparing dinner, but Ilia was in front of her houses staring-off towards the woods towards the east.Link slightly pulled the reins bringing Epona to a soft halt eyeing Ilia with curiosity. Ilia knowing Link better than any brother or friend spoke to absolve this curiosity, saying, "Link, Do you feel a strange pull?" She continued with, "It's almost as if there's a relentless storm settling along the eastern horizon. I feel as if my heart is being burned-up by a black flame" as she began to shiver in pure fear; settled with a soft firm grasp of her shoulder by Link. She immediately swung-around and gripped him tightly with both arms and asked, "Do you feel it, to?" Link not knowing what to say only looked towards the east studiously to feel nothing. He, then,patted her back with one hand and rubbed her head caringly with the other, just afterwards. She let him go and offered for him to eat dinner with her father,Bo, and her. Link wanting to go home scratched the back of his head and pondered, but before he could, even, decide she grabbed his hand and began onward into the house as Link let out a vocal remark of slight surprise.
After having a hearty and very large meal, Ilia knowing Link was about to leave looked in his way with discontent as Bo rubbed his bulbous belly in satisfactory-fullness. Bo quickly got-up walking into his bedroom as Link began to notice Ilia's downward descent in her eyes. Link attempting to uplift this descent said, "Even when things become their worst. I'll be here for you." Ilia nodded and kept her head low. Bo came back into the room with a new bit and decorative reins declaring, "This is for Epona!" continuing with, "I thought you'd like the green design,knowing you love the color green, and Epona will, definitely, respond with more loyalty with the fabrication over wood on the ends of this bit to add cushion from the metal." Link happily excepted the gift as Bo announced,"It's the least I can do with how much work you've done at the ranch; as well as, how much you have lent us all a hand in our times of need! Ha! Even,when we, truly, didn't need it; you were always there to help!" Link awkwardly smiled with a slight blush being left short for words replying with,"Thanks." Bo, then, looked-out the window from where he was standing and saw how dark it had become. "Well, you should begin to head home before time flies out the window." Bo said with a smirk, "We have got another day of work in the morning." Link nodded and began walking towards the door. Halting at the door he turned to Ilia and had bid,"Goodnight." Goodnight, Link. And, be safe!" she replied trying to hide the fact she was worried with a half-cocked smile. Link nodded and went out the door.
Link closed the door behind him to find Epona missing. Expecting to find her home link sighed with a grunt due to this long day and large meal. He halfheartedly starting walking down the trail that lead through the middle of the village straight to his house, and before he could reach halfway to his destination, a tingling sensation began to manifest inside him. Suddenly, the birthmark on his left hand began to glow; guiding him toward the east into the woods where Ilia very worriedly gazed upon. He, instantly,went from his tired state to a state of indulgence, and He began running into the woods. At this moment he began to feel a peculiar awkwardness of displacement, but he only shrugged off the feeling.
He cautiously ran deeper into the woods letting this sensation emitting from his hand guide his trek. He could hear the chattering of creatures moving and frogs croaking as he trekked deeper into the woods, and he came to a stop, as all the ambiance went silent, at a hut formally built of stone and roofed with wood. He'd never, not once, seen this in all the time he's lived. Astounded by the discovery he stood still trying to acknowledge this building's existence, but the sensation became so strong that he quickly cast aside this attempt of figuring-this-out. He studied the door finding noway of opening it: no hinges, no door knob or handle. He, then, place his hand onto the door, and miraculously, one of the three triangularly birthmarks on the back of his hand brightly shown with golden light. The door deteriorated into sand at his feet. Frightened and confused, Link peered inside trying to see inside. As he studied with his eyes, he had seen a faint glowing of what resembled a mirror. He stepped cautiously into the hut, one step at a time, not knowing if something else would randomly appear. He turned toward the mirror and seen an older, more mature image of himself wearing a very unique green tunic with a strange hat that slouched to a point. The mirror had light to it but was dusty. Link, thinking twice about it, brought up his left hand and began to wipe of the dust, hoping to see a more accurate image of himself. All at once, as he saw the image of himself become battered and gravely wounded, the triangle mark that had glown on his hand had, abruptly, shown a blindingly bright, golden light, just, when he brought his hand to touch this peculiar mirror. Suddenly, the mirror flipped; carrying him along with it. Everything for Link had faded away to black.
Link awoke hearing nothing but a dry wind blowing and the sun shining through the collapsed roof. He began to look around attempting to figure-out where he was. He found that the walls where covered in dust and cob webs and had begun to crumble. He sat up from lying in the middle of this small, broken-down building to find himself in strange green clothing.It was the same clothing he had seen his image in the mirror wearing, and he found tears, holes, and blood-stains from where he'd seen a glimpse of this image gravely wounded. His thoughts quickly averted toward the mirror in front of him. Gazing with hysterical confusion he'd seen that it was the same mirror he'd flipped around with; only, it had not a speck of dust on it and had no glow to it. The look of it was new.
Standing up, Link began to dust of the dirt from his clothing and found there was chain-mail below the green garbs, with a thin off-white, tight clothing beneath the chain-mail. Radically his hand began to pull him in a direction, and with no stopping it, Link ran out the door-way just as the old hut collapsed. Link gasped as he was choicelessly running,finding the forest dead and grey. He could only think of Ilia and the rest of the village at this point, wondering what had happened. Worried, he continued eastward in opposition to where the village was located. He could hear screeches of creatures unknown and see what seemed to be ghost-like figures;Link continued running along, through thick dead foliage of thorns and harsh shrubbery, into the unknown.
Exhausted from running for what seemed like hours through such rough conditions he made it to an old, dead meadow with a stone-center upholding a pedestal without tripping or falling once. Link, coming upon a dead body, finally came to a halt as his left-handed mark stopped its pull.The body Link stood before was naked, just beginning to rot, and face down with various trinkets, tools, a shield, and other items lying around. There was a blade ran straight through the core of his chess protruding from his backside.And, against the wall were bones in a black suit of armor smashed into the wall. He began scavenging all the items without second thought, knowing he'd need them. He began to adjust the shield for his arm and found it was already a suiting fit to begin hearing a wondrously perfect ringing. He looked down to the corps and found the sword almost had a glimmer to it. He, then, began to roll the body over. The body rolled over, Link could feel fear in every part of his being as the blood left his skin and heart sank. The older, more mature,gravely wounded image of himself in that mirror was lying before him, dead,rotting, with a sword ran through him.
Standing there in a petrified state for around thirty minutes, Link, finally, brought himself back to reality. His head stirring, Link gripped the royal blue hilt, gripped with fine leather, and put his foot upon the peck of his and hesitantly pulled the blade form his corpse.The further the blade came from his deathly-self; the closer Link felt he was going to white-out. Taking one deep breath, Link yanked the remainder of the blade out and stumbled backward falling upon his butt. Breathing heavily upon such a traumatic experience, Link sat still for a few minutes and caught his breath. And, after catching his breath, Link grabbed the royally styled sheath of the majestic blade and laced around his torso; sheathing his newly obtained sword that, almost, seems to call his name, and resting his shield on his back,onto the sheath.
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