LegendOfTheSword
I still remember the weight of the sword the first time I lifted it—like it was alive, like it remembered what I had forgotten. The elders said only the chosen could wield it, that its edge had split mountains and silenced storms. Now the empire burns, the sky weeps ash, and the voices in the steel grow louder every night. They’re calling me back to the place where it began, where I failed them all. This isn’t just a weapon. It’s a curse. And it’s mine.The sword woke me again tonight. Not with sound, but with memory—someone else’s memory. I saw a city burning, heard screams in a language I’ve never spoken, felt the grip of my hand on a hilt that wasn’t mine. When I opened my eyes, the blade was glowing, humming like a live wire. Outside, the village was already in flames. Raiders? No. The marks on the doorframes were ritual sigils. They weren’t here for food or gold. They were here for me.
I grabbed the sword and bolted for the cellar hatch, but the floor gave way beneath me. I fell into the old crypt—the one I swore I’d never enter again. Dust swirled in the dim light, and there, carved into the wall, was my name. Not written. Prophecy. And below it, a second line: ‘He shall break the cycle… or become its end.’
Above, footsteps echoed. Heavy boots. One voice said, ‘The Blade lives. Bring the chains.’ Another answered, ‘Or kill him. The Hollow King prefers silence.’
The sword pulsed once, clear in my mind: Fight. Remember. Survive. But the tunnel behind me leads deeper into the dark—into the ruins no one returns from. Do I stand and face them, flee into the unknown depths, or let the sword take control… and risk becoming what they fear?
Froshkid Yhung
works: 14
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.
Love After Loss
I never thought I’d see you again. Not after the way we ended—words like shattered glass between us, hearts broken in ways that felt permanent. But here you are, standing in the rain outside my apartment, drenched and desperate, holding a letter I wrote you years ago. The one I never sent. You’re asking for a second chance, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to risk it all again.
Whispers of the Mysterious Land
You wake with no memory, your hands pressed against cold moss-covered stone, the air thick with silence and something older than time. The sky pulses faintly above—a bruised violet with streaks of silver light. You’re not alone. Shapes move beyond the trees, watching. This land remembers what you’ve forgotten, and it’s been waiting for you. Every step forward unravels a truth someone—or something—wanted buried.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.