AxletheBeast

They say the "hero always gets the girl". It is generally agreed that when a daring lad does something particularly noble, something worthy of being deemed a "hero", many women find said noble feat to be attractive. This could be applied to a hero simply saving a single maiden, at which point he becomes "her hero" and she enjoys the fact that he did not leave her unsaved. It could also be applied to a hero saving a larger group of people and his broad heroism is appreciated by all women present, whether they be the ones being saved or casual non-heroic observers. Although if said women were either anti-heroism or also a hero, that may not be

She was beautiful. That was all he could think at the time and it pushed all other thoughts from his mind. He couldn't see her face, or anything. He could only see her back, covered in a white robe as she lay face-down on the concrete. But she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Joseph's day had been much of the usual. He got up in the morning for work, a task for which he was obligated as all able-bodied people were. The usual grizzly sights abounded as he was commuting. He was aware of private acts taking place in dark corners of the streets as usual. There was somebody dead when he got off the bus. Just laying there on the street

  Maxwell was a strange thing. You see, there are a lot of strange, unusual little creatures in the world of the Great Sea, but among them many consider ChuChus to be the strangest. Maxwell was a ChuChu, and thus he was a strange creature. That is to say, he was a strange creature to others, but not to him and his fellow ChuChus. Oh, but that isn't exactly true either... See, among ChuChus, he was quite outstanding.  Maxwell was one of the best looking Chus on all of Windfall Island. Some would say he was nothing more than a blob of jelly, but that is exactly the POINT. The Chu ladies all ached for a chance to go out with Maxwell, but he wa

"This is your first time in the Water Temple, right children?" I asked. They nodded energetically. "Do you want to hear a scary story about it?" The kids reluctantly agreed. "Hee hee, alright... Well this is a story from a long time ago. You remember the stories about the Hero of Time, right? This was during his time. Back then the Water Temple was a really dangerous place. It was filled with blue tektites, the kind your teachers have warned you to watch out for. But that's not the scary part... Humans tell all kinds of stories about the dangers of the water, and while we zora are excellent swimmers, even we fear powerful tides and dangerou

 The people of Hyrule were afraid whenever the earth rumbled. Every time the ground shook, they feared HE would emerge once again. The beast beneath the surface, the terrible dragon Volvagia. He would shake the ground merely by stirring, but it was also often a sign he would emerge out of Death Mountain through the lava conduit and wreak havok. It was for this that the mountain was named, for when Volvagia emerged from it, it was death he brought. The dragon's body was mighty, and his blows were unlike anything else. Cliffsides collapsed and buildings toppled beneath his power. His breath of fire was only an addition, not his true strength.

 It had been years since the fish had fallen asleep. Years since the dark clouds had begin to gather at its bed. The ideas and dreams of dark creatures and the restless dead. The Nightmares were attracted to the might and multitude of the sea god's mighty ideas as they swirled in his dreams. As they willingly entered, the swirling changed into a terrible storm. Within the storm of dreams was Koholint Island. But the Nightmares were ideas, and ideas conflict. The many Nightmares had different feelings on what should be done with the island, with its people. Even with the Windfish and the world outside. Some of them, like the flame, only wish

 I am so tired, so alone. I remember when my essence was of the Light and Sky. My spirit was free to do as it pleased. The Goddesses smiled down on me, I their golden child, a blade of the purest holy metal. The people of The Land polished myself and my shrine, and looked up at me with reverence. These luxuries were beloved to me, but the thing most beloved to me was my freedom. My spirit could fly to whatever thoughts it pleased. Then the time came when my Mothers first gave me a duty. They bestowed me to the Hero, granting him their blessings besides, and we set forth to purge the universe of a new force, Evil, that had invaded The Land