Post by Morph on Jan 31, 2007 15:25:58 GMT -5
Hello all. This is the thread in which I will post in non-regular intervals my newly started fanfiction project: The Legend of Zelda: Shadows of the Gods. I won't actually post in chapters, rather in chapter-parts. After a couple of updates, four, five, maybe more, a chapter will probably be finished. Anyway, go on read, and enjoy!
Chapter One: Unkindredship Of Kin
With a loud bam sound, the young boy fell onto his butt, before rolling over several times, until he stopped by hitting the wall. A small wooden sword landed in the ground several yards away from him.
“Aaahhh!” The child cried out.
“Watch yer step!” A fairly small man with greying hair said to the child in a semi-demeaning manner. The man was wearing a full-body armour made of sturdy leather, and he wielded a wooden sword in his right hand.
“Come on, get up!” The man urged the boy, who slowly got onto his feet, tears standing in his blue-green eyes, with which he looked at the man with a look of hurt on his face, as if he meant to say ‘No, I don’t want to.’
The man seemed to understand this, but his mood didn’t seem to improve any bit because of it. “Oh, fine!” He said loudly, so that all people within the courtyard of the castle where they were, “Why don’t ye just go sit on the bench there. Zan!” He shouted.
Whilst the first boy, a young child of roughly 13 years of age with blue-green eyes, a dark blonde hair, and wearing a sleeveless white shirt and dirty tan-coloured pants, sat onto a bench a safe distance away from the man armed with the wooden sword, the gaze of that same man turned away from him.
From underneath the shadows of a large, unnaturally white tree, that looked mostly like an ash tree, which stood in the middle of the courtyard, stepped forward another boy. A lad seemingly of about the same age as the first one, with a slightly paler skin, and raven-coloured hair and violet eyes.
“Yes, sir Torian?” The second boy politely asked.
“Zan, get over here.” The man, apparently named Torian, said to the boy, whose named seemed to be Zan. “Show yer brother some real sword-fightin’ skills.”
“As you wish.” Zan replied to the man, though seeing by the expression on his face, he did not seem too happy with being asked to do such an exercise like sword-fighting.
Zan catched a wooden sword Torian threw at him, and loosely spun it around in his hands before facing his tutor. Torian smiled a little at the boy, before he lunged forward and made a thrusting move with his wooden sword. Zan quickly evaded the strike by side-stepping and hitting Torian’s sword with his own. Quickly after that he made a slashing movement with it ad Torian’s abdomen, but the man managed to evade it by jumping backwards. With a smirk, Torian made a few diagonal slashing movements, whilst he circled around Zan. Zan, looking for an opening, and still trying to watch out for not getting hit, was surprised when suddenly Torian changed his attack pattern and turned around 360 degrees, before making a stabbing thrust at Zan. Zan, surprised, tried to evade it, but tripped and fell backwards, posing a great opportunity for Torian, who put the tip of his wooden sword against Zan’s chest.
“Dead.” He said grimly, but the smirk on his face and the look in his eyes showed nothing less from satisfaction. To his standards, taking into account Zan’s age, he must’ve found that his student had done very well.
Chapter One: Unkindredship Of Kin
With a loud bam sound, the young boy fell onto his butt, before rolling over several times, until he stopped by hitting the wall. A small wooden sword landed in the ground several yards away from him.
“Aaahhh!” The child cried out.
“Watch yer step!” A fairly small man with greying hair said to the child in a semi-demeaning manner. The man was wearing a full-body armour made of sturdy leather, and he wielded a wooden sword in his right hand.
“Come on, get up!” The man urged the boy, who slowly got onto his feet, tears standing in his blue-green eyes, with which he looked at the man with a look of hurt on his face, as if he meant to say ‘No, I don’t want to.’
The man seemed to understand this, but his mood didn’t seem to improve any bit because of it. “Oh, fine!” He said loudly, so that all people within the courtyard of the castle where they were, “Why don’t ye just go sit on the bench there. Zan!” He shouted.
Whilst the first boy, a young child of roughly 13 years of age with blue-green eyes, a dark blonde hair, and wearing a sleeveless white shirt and dirty tan-coloured pants, sat onto a bench a safe distance away from the man armed with the wooden sword, the gaze of that same man turned away from him.
From underneath the shadows of a large, unnaturally white tree, that looked mostly like an ash tree, which stood in the middle of the courtyard, stepped forward another boy. A lad seemingly of about the same age as the first one, with a slightly paler skin, and raven-coloured hair and violet eyes.
“Yes, sir Torian?” The second boy politely asked.
“Zan, get over here.” The man, apparently named Torian, said to the boy, whose named seemed to be Zan. “Show yer brother some real sword-fightin’ skills.”
“As you wish.” Zan replied to the man, though seeing by the expression on his face, he did not seem too happy with being asked to do such an exercise like sword-fighting.
Zan catched a wooden sword Torian threw at him, and loosely spun it around in his hands before facing his tutor. Torian smiled a little at the boy, before he lunged forward and made a thrusting move with his wooden sword. Zan quickly evaded the strike by side-stepping and hitting Torian’s sword with his own. Quickly after that he made a slashing movement with it ad Torian’s abdomen, but the man managed to evade it by jumping backwards. With a smirk, Torian made a few diagonal slashing movements, whilst he circled around Zan. Zan, looking for an opening, and still trying to watch out for not getting hit, was surprised when suddenly Torian changed his attack pattern and turned around 360 degrees, before making a stabbing thrust at Zan. Zan, surprised, tried to evade it, but tripped and fell backwards, posing a great opportunity for Torian, who put the tip of his wooden sword against Zan’s chest.
“Dead.” He said grimly, but the smirk on his face and the look in his eyes showed nothing less from satisfaction. To his standards, taking into account Zan’s age, he must’ve found that his student had done very well.