The forest was usually quiet at this time of night, but tonight was particularly different. The splashing of large raindrops hitting the trees, the buzzing of crickets and night-dwellers, and the clopping of horseshoes down the mud-covered path.
Upon that horse sat the Hero of Time, as he returned from the Kingdom of Hyrule after a long, discouraging day. His eyes, blue as the water that ran through the streams, looked off into the dark abyss, leading his horse in the same direction. His platinum blonde hair was plastered to his pasty white skin, as well as his pointy ears.
He removed his hand from the reigns of his mare every so often to swipe drops of rain from his face. Overall, the forest seemed calm despite the rain, but somehow the stability of the forest was unsettling. He thought the forest creatures might have been avoiding the rain.
The hero felt slightly at ease knowing there was nothing to disturb him or his steed on their way home. That was until two small, glowing dots ascended from the dark void that lay ahead. And they were charging straight for him.
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Mask
FantasyA darker retell of the classic tale. Set in the dystopian land of Termina, a forest dweller comes upon an evil mask. The mask possesses it's new wearer, and brings the worst luck into Termina. It forces the moon into the atmosphere, and it has three...
