Story cover for Legends Long Forgotten by Another_Loaf
Legends Long Forgotten
  • WpView
    Reads 53
  • WpVote
    Votes 6
  • WpPart
    Parts 8
  • WpHistory
    Time 44m
  • WpView
    Reads 53
  • WpVote
    Votes 6
  • WpPart
    Parts 8
  • WpHistory
    Time 44m
Ongoing, First published Oct 18, 2022
Mature
Long ago there were three golden goddesses Din who created the land with her firey arms, Nayru who poured wisdom and law onto the land, and Farore who Brought life to the land to keep these laws in place. Together they formed the Triforce the main beacon of power and hope for the land, but evil eyes sought out this power and to protect it the white goddess Hylia was sent down to fight, and as she fought she set those who couldn't fight into the heavens while she and the remaining humans fought to banish the evil on the surface. In the end, the Triforce was broken and taken by three people Hylia, her knight, and Demon Demise forever cursed to relate this war over and over again until either he or Hylia won. Even now they fight as every hundred years a hero, princess, and a king is born to take on their former ancestor's places.

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️
Language usage!
Slight/major gore!
Fighting!
Death!
Trauma!
Creative Commons (CC) Attribution
Sign up to add Legends Long Forgotten to your library and receive updates
or
Content Guidelines
You may also like
The legend of Zelda: Breath of the wild ( BOTW )  by EpicReads_
40 parts Complete
"... Open your eyes ..." And find yourself walking along side the new hero and the hero of twilight in a world that's not your own. Learn to fight with swords, Bows and farmers pitchforks as you defeat enemies in hardcore combat. Scale steep mountain's and paraglide down caneon's. Teach yourself to adapt to the game environment and survive extreme weather. Fish with your bare hands. Finish temple's and trials. Eat lot's of apple's. Maybe kiss a few hero's. You never know. Enjoy every moment. - Written in Female POV ⚠️ you start the story as a female, not link ⚠️ - #1 for the Zelda tag- Jan 25th 2021 - This story ends abruptly. It has no real end. - Comments: @wolfclub104: This is such a great book! I can't wait for more! @Dalar_rose: Please do another chapter soon! Love this story so much already! So funny!! 😂 @Geenie_Link: That was legit me tho, I love this XD @MultiFandom_trashbag: I'm in love @sanmiittai_katudo: holy **** ... I WASNT EXPECTING IT TO BE THIS GOOD :3 @kc-korra: LMAO IM WHEEZING, WAIT- _ Seriously my readers are all amazing people, I'm friken lucky! _ Critism welcome, Please let me know if something was not written well ^.^ WILL BE EDITED AND SPELLING CORRECTED SOON. I simply write to fast and will fix everything when I have extra time :-) Please note: chapters may be rusty and spelling might suck. All Zelda rights go to mister Anouma. Links edit on the cover is not by me.
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Ruin: Amidst The Ashes cover
Until The Last Breath cover
The legend of Zelda: Breath of the wild ( BOTW )  cover
The Triforce cover
If The Sky Allows cover
The Wind Waker cover
The Legend of Zelda: Rise of a Fallen Hero cover
I Give You My Life ~ Revali x Reader cover
A Breath of You (Link X Reader) cover
Blinding Darkness - Zelda X Ganondorf cover

Ruin: Amidst The Ashes

13 parts Ongoing Mature

"He's the deadliest swordsman in all of Hyrule. The most skilled. He wields a blade of legend. You should be protecting me from him." By the time those words were uttered, it was already too late. The princess kept a wary eye on the half-eaten apple that he had set back down on his bedside writing desk. He seemed oblivious to the twisted symbolism of it all. Forbidden fruit. The poisoned apples of the fairytales that their governess read to them as children. Could he really be so blind? The people rejoiced in the streets of Castle Town. They made gracious offerings in the plowing fields of the southern provinces, nestled against the far stretches of Faron Woods. The Kingdom of Hyrule celebrated the newfound peace after the plight of the Twili, and the final death of Ganondorf. They looked to the skies and they saw a god. He became a vessel for their torment. He grieved for them. He carried their burden on his shoulders. The weight of that weapon, of which had singed its mark deeply into the palm of his hand, would never leave him. The hushed voices of the scorned spirits resonated within the blade, their whispers lilting and lamenting in his ears. Those damned voices dissipated everytime that seraph prince held him in his soft gaze.