A Legend of Zelda Fan Fic: A Quest Fulfilled?
PostPosted: Thu May 01, 2008 8:20 pm
I actually wrote this fan fic a while ago, but only recently pulled it out and looked at it. For a while I had entertained the idea of a Legend of Zelda where Zelda is either arrogant, or stubborn, or just a plain brat. Or maybe not that so much to a certain extent, but what if Zelda didn't really like Link? What if she was disappointed that it was just him that came to save her? What if Link's quest was partially in vain?
Those thoughts produced this fan fic.
I must have been depressed or something when I wrote this, because it's... depressing, at least in my opinion. I intentionally tried to write it in a less traditional way. I wanted it to be a bit more emotionally involved with the character. A bit more detached, perhaps? Whatever the reason, it turned out to be kind of sad. I still like it, though.
The story is fairly short. Almost shorter than this intro, in fact. As a growing and maturing writer, I would very much appreciate any comments/constructive criticism that you may have, such as things that I do well and things that I need to improve upon. I don't really consider "It sucks" or "Lame and stupid" to be constructive criticism. If you think it's lame and stupid, please tell me why you think it's lame and stupid.
So, here's the story. Please post a reply if you have any comments, and please, enjoy!
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He stood in the doorway, covered in sweat. His damp hair hung in his eyes, making his already blurry vision worse. His breath came in quick, ragged gasps. His hand clutched to the door’s stone frame like a lifeline, the only true thing keeping him standing. But still he held himself upright, even as pain and exhaustion threatened to overtake him.
He had succeeded in his mission. He had won.
It was over.
His sight cleared. Through misty eyes he saw her, sitting on the stone floor, her pink dress stained with mud and decay. The goal of his quest, the end of his journey through darkness. Her blond hair, streaked with dirt, still flowing down to her neck.
She had an almost pristine beauty, an indescribable face that could break the heart of any man. But something about her beauty seemed cold, distant; almost like the ineffable splendor of the setting sun. Something you could see, but could not touch.
This he did not mind. He had come for her. His trials, his tribulation, all led to this. The moment when he gave her freedom.
The moment when he saved Hyrule.
“So just you came to save me?â€
Those thoughts produced this fan fic.
I must have been depressed or something when I wrote this, because it's... depressing, at least in my opinion. I intentionally tried to write it in a less traditional way. I wanted it to be a bit more emotionally involved with the character. A bit more detached, perhaps? Whatever the reason, it turned out to be kind of sad. I still like it, though.
The story is fairly short. Almost shorter than this intro, in fact. As a growing and maturing writer, I would very much appreciate any comments/constructive criticism that you may have, such as things that I do well and things that I need to improve upon. I don't really consider "It sucks" or "Lame and stupid" to be constructive criticism. If you think it's lame and stupid, please tell me why you think it's lame and stupid.
So, here's the story. Please post a reply if you have any comments, and please, enjoy!
--
He stood in the doorway, covered in sweat. His damp hair hung in his eyes, making his already blurry vision worse. His breath came in quick, ragged gasps. His hand clutched to the door’s stone frame like a lifeline, the only true thing keeping him standing. But still he held himself upright, even as pain and exhaustion threatened to overtake him.
He had succeeded in his mission. He had won.
It was over.
His sight cleared. Through misty eyes he saw her, sitting on the stone floor, her pink dress stained with mud and decay. The goal of his quest, the end of his journey through darkness. Her blond hair, streaked with dirt, still flowing down to her neck.
She had an almost pristine beauty, an indescribable face that could break the heart of any man. But something about her beauty seemed cold, distant; almost like the ineffable splendor of the setting sun. Something you could see, but could not touch.
This he did not mind. He had come for her. His trials, his tribulation, all led to this. The moment when he gave her freedom.
The moment when he saved Hyrule.
“So just you came to save me?â€