Echoes of the Triforce
I can still feel the pulse of the Triforce in my veins—fragments of power that weren’t meant for mortal hands. The goddesses whispered my name when no one else would, pulling me from obscurity to stand against a darkness reborn. Ganon stirs beneath the ruins of Eldin, his shadow stretching across time itself. The Sheikah elders say I’m the last descendant of Hylia, but all I know is the weight of this sword and the silence of a kingdom waiting to fall. This isn’t destiny. It’s a sentence. And every choice I make now will ripple through ages yet unwritten.I wake choking on dust and silence, my body stiff as stone. The chamber around me hums with dying light—ancient Sheikah glyphs flicker along the walls, counting down from 100. My armor is etched with names I don’t recognize. A sword lies embedded in the pedestal before me, its hilt pulsing like a heartbeat.\n\nThe ground trembles. Cracks split the floor, spilling black smoke that coils like serpents. From the shadows, red eyes ignite—one, then ten, then a hundred. Stalchildren. They remember me. And they’re hungry.\n\nThe sword won’t budge. Not yet. The voice in my head whispers: You must remember her name. But which name? Zelda? Or the girl who died saving me?\n\nThe countdown hits zero. The ceiling collapses. I have seconds to act.
Froshkid Yhung
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The Queen Without Regret
I am Queen Hanah, wife of King Mayowa, ruler of Zealand. For twenty years, I bore no child, yet I ruled with grace and devotion. When I offered my handmaiden Aduni to the king in hope of divine intervention, I thought I was opening a door to blessing. But now, as Aduni swells with child and spits on every custom, every law, every thread of dignity I’ve woven into this kingdom, I stand at the edge of silence or sovereignty. My regret? There is none. Only resolve.
RebirthOfTheEmperor
I died with the taste of blood in my mouth and their laughter in my ears—my closest brother and the woman I loved, hand in hand as they sealed my fate. Three hundred years have passed. Now, I wake in the body of a discarded prince, scorned by the royal court and marked for death. But this time, I remember everything. The cultivation techniques lost to time, the secrets of divine artifacts, the weaknesses of those who now rule the Wu Continent. This world thinks it buried me. Soon, it will learn to fear my name once more.
Vanishing Point
I always believed the sky would keep its secrets. Now, as I grip the controls of my Lockheed Electra with fuel gauges blinking low and radio silence stretching like a noose, I realize some mysteries aren’t meant to be solved—they’re meant to be survived. The last transmission from Howland Island faded into static. My compass spins. And beyond the cockpit glass, the ocean below isn’t reflecting the sun. It’s swallowing it. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I followed every calculation, trusted every instinct. But now, something ancient stirs beneath the waves, calling me down. If I descend, I might find answers no human was meant to know. If I fight, I’ll run out of fuel before dawn. The world thinks I vanished in 1937. They don’t know I chose to disappear.
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