April 20, 2010

In the Shadows Beyond This World: Chapter 6: Colin!

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Filed under: Hero of Time Trilogy,Writing — Tags: — Illinia @ 5:54 pm

Chapter 5: Rana Helps With the Old Forest Temple          Chapter 7: Charging Rescue

 

Chapter 6: Colin!

    He woke up on his back in a white and misty world; the dream world he had experienced at times when communicating with Zelda as a child.
   A glowing golden wolf with scarlet eyes sat, watching him impassively. As he clambered to his feet, it raised its nose and howled mournfully. A bright flash of light later, a thickly armoured Stalfos stood in front of him.
   This Stalfos had brilliant blue eyes.
   “Greetings, Hero of Time, Link III!” said the Stalfos. Its voice was a distant echo of a light tenor, completely out of keeping with the chunky image before him. “I would test you to see if you are a true hero.”
   “All right,” said Link, unsheathing his sword and twirling it in readiness. “I’m ready.”
   It unsheathed a startlingly bright sword, almost too slim to look proportional with the heavy, oxidized armour, and charged him with surprising speed.
   Link blocked attacks as swift and fierce as anything he had ever encountered, and barely managed to get a few attacks in back, all blocked by the phenomenal warrior he was facing.
   Sooner than he would have liked, he was flung on his back. The enemy leaped and performed a sword-plant; Link brought up his shield but the sword thudded into the misty white ground next to his ear.
   “You are not a true hero yet. You are indeed strong and pure of heart, but you are hardly fit to bear the Triforce upon your hand.”
   Link looked down, stung, and saw the golden triangle on his left hand.
   The warrior extended its gloved hand to him and helped him up. “I will train you in the techniques of a true knight, and we shall spar regularly until you are up to my standards. First, the Finishing Blow.” It showed him again the sword-plant move.
   The two of them worked on perfecting that move until Link was sore and exhausted. Finally, the skeleton lowered his sword.
   “Practice your swordsmanship regularly. A true hero is not determined solely by the strength of his heart, and a true swordsman is not measured by the strength of his arm.”
   “I understand.”
   “Until we meet again!” Link was blinded with a flash of light.
   When he woke, blinking, he was in his own bed. Rana was sitting cross-legged near him, humming Saria’s Song as she twisted a piece of string into knots.
   “Oh! Hey, are you all right? The golden wolf-thing vanished as soon as it hit you, but you passed out and I carried you home.”
   “I’m all right. I’m pretty tired. I just had a intense work-out in a dream world with a mystical skeleton warrior. He doesn’t think much of my technique.”
   “Aw, that’s mean! You’re great!”
   “Not compared to him,” Link laughed. “He’s incredible. I wonder what he is. I really am exhausted. Is there any food?”
   “Sure!” Rana laughed and scampered down the ladder while Link flopped back, reaching for his fairy.

   Rana left after their shared supper again, and Link raised himself in bed enough to see her skipping back to the forest.
   Navi hadn’t finished whispering to him yet. “And, Link?”
   “Yes?”
   “I hope that we can go all over Hyrule and see for ourselves what Rana told us about. I hope that we really settle here and… and…”
   “I love Hyrule,” Link said in the silence.
   “Yeah. And when we’ve lived in it for a few years, we’ll love it even more! I can’t wait for that to happen! We’ve really experienced so little of this wonderful land. Oh, good night!” She flopped down on Link’s chest and fell sound asleep. Link smiled.

   “We’ll go see if Malon’s seen Epona!” Rana said, skipping ahead. “She’s just on the edge of the forest.”
   “All right,” Link replied, jogging solidly along behind her.
   Lon Lon Ranch was still reached from a ramp leading off the main road, just like the old Lon Lon Ranch, but this time it was the main road out of the forest. Rana tripped up the ramp merrily and knocked on the front door of the little house on the right.
   Malon answered the door, smiling as she saw who it was – and then she saw Link. “You! You’re back!”
   Link smiled warmly. “Yes, I’m finally back and I’m going to stop Zant quickly.”
   “Sorry?” Malon asked quizzically.
   “You’ll have to forgive him,” Rana said, shooting Link an exasperated look. “He forgot you don’t know yet, or else he’s being mysterious again. Come in, Link! Come and meet Allan!”
   Allan was a tall, youthful man with brown hair and brown eyes. His handshake was firm, and his voice was a baritone.
   “I’m so happy to finally meet you. I mean, I’ve admired you as the Hero for a long time, but hearing so much about you as a person from Malon… well, I’m very pleased to meet you!”
   “And I’m pleased to meet you,” Link answered.
   “We haven’t heard so much about you from Rana, but that’s just from lack of time,” Navi put in.
   “Isn’t he sweet?” Malon said, hugging Allan’s arm. Allan blushed. “Anyway, would you people like something to eat?”
   “We’re a little in a hurry-“ Navi began.
   “It won’t hurt!” Rana said. “Have you forgotten Malon’s cooking? It smells like scones, too! Everyone, let’s sit down and we’ll explain about this Zant guy and then we need to go find a little boy named Colin.”
   The explanation took the same time to tell as the scones took to eat, and as Rana said, the scones were amazingly tasty.
   “So, now we’re looking for horses to help us search for Colin faster,” Rana ended the tale. “Epona disappeared at the same time as the other people, so we’re wondering if she’s here.”
   “Falone’s here, but I haven’t seen Epona for a long time. I’m glad she’s been safe; I’ve been worried stiff!” Malon said.
   “You didn’t send her to us?” Navi asked. “We just found her in the middle of nowhere south of Hyrule. We wondered.”
   “She just ran off one day. There weren’t any monsters or anything strange, either,” Allan answered.
   “Well, now I have to worry again,” said Malon, giggling. “Five second break’s over!”
   “At least she’s in Hyrule,” Link said. “Or nearby. Although, I’ve tried calling her, but she must be too far away to hear.”
   “Well, try Kakariko,” Allan said. “Epona knows Kakariko well. Malon took her there many times before Ingo took over.”
   “And then I took her there after the Goddesses reshaped Hyrule, so she even knows the new village,” Malon added.
   “Well, we’ll do that!” Rana cried, jumping up. “Thanks so much for the scones and the advice, Malon, Allan! I won’t take Falone yet. We’ll come back after we save everyone, but we’ve got ground to cover!”
   “Be careful, you two! Good luck!”
   “Thanks!” Link called back.

   They ran out onto Hyrule Field, where Link slowed down as he tried to take it all in.
   Hyrule Castle lay directly ahead, behind a black and gold curtain of Twilight. Small hills obscured the base of the castle, and the land behind the castle was vague and hard to see in the half-opaque veil.
   The land surrounding him, though, was lovely. Hyrule Field was green and lush, with trees dotted here and there as in the past, and the sound of running water came to his ears. The snorts of small monsters were audible as well, but Link didn’t care. He had forgotten how beautiful Hyrule was.
   “It’s pretty, huh?” Rana said. “I mean, it was pretty growing up, and it was pretty after the Goddesses changed it, but seeing the Twilight there makes this part… more appreciable.”
   “Really?”
   “You wait until we drive all the darkness away. Then the whole place will be bright and sunny and green, just like when we were kids. And it will be all the harder to see that beauty. Really.
   “I don’t think so,” Link answered, smiling with delight. “I forgot how much I love this country. Let’s go find Colin and Ilia and Epona, and Malo, Talo, and Beth, and then I can enjoy it properly!”
   “Not to mention getting those Fused Shadows so we can defeat Zant!” Midna broke in suddenly, startling all of them.
   “What are Fused Shadows, and why do we need them to defeat Zant?” Navi demanded.
   “Are they like that black thing that you got in the Old Forest Temple?” Naeri asked.
   “That’s exactly what they are. They’ll help ME defeat Zant. You can do whatever you want. I can tell you right now they won’t help you at all.”
   The road to Kakariko led directly into the Twilight; Kakariko itself was hidden by the black wall that rose before them. In the shadow of the wall, Link’s shadow quivered, and Midna sprang out of it, hovering before them. “Here we are!”
   “So, Rana, you wait until the Twilight is gone, and then we’ll go search for the children together. I’ll come back here.”
   Rana hugged him, and started to speak, but -
   “Well? Do you want in?” Midna asked, sighing impatiently. “Seriously, you Hylians are so slow!”
   “He’s coming, Midna. ‘Seriously’, we need to sort out exactly what we’re doing otherwise bad things might happen later,” Rana told her. “You go do that, and I’ll stay right around here. Be careful! I’ll be just fine here!”

   Link found himself once again in the body of a wolf, in a canyon leading up into the mountains. He trotted along the path, coming into a wide flowered field, over a bridge across a deep gorge, and then back into a canyon.
   There was a tall gate, but it was hanging loose. The sign above it said “Welcome to Kakariko”. Link stopped and stared at it for a while. It looked different from the one he remembered as a child.
   Galloping up the canyon, he stopped suddenly to see a Spirit Spring to his right. A golden glow hovered in it, calling out to him…
   “Who are you?” he answered, trotting up to the edge of the spring.
   “I… am Eldin…” answered the Spirit. “You have helped Ordona and Faron… Please… help me, Hero!”
   “I will!” he answered, and the glow turned into a golden grapevine as before.
   He turned to the first house in the street, a smooth, new-looking adobe building, and saw a half-open window. A metallic face was peering out of it. Link took his chance and bounded through, nicking only the window ledge in his leap.
   “Well, I don’t see any sign of those black beasts,” the man at the window said nervously. He was wearing a welding mask. “Course, they could be just hiding to lure us out there. Did you see what happened to the old lady from the general store? And then those five folks from the hotel went to save her and there were THREE of them waiting!”
   Link froze in surprise and stared at the ghostly figures in front of him. There, on a low bench, sat a man with long thick dark hair – and around him were Beth, Malo, Talo, and Colin. Link smiled in relief. Four of six were safe. There was also a girl with short dark hair nearby, about Beth’s age, and looking similar to the man; she might be his daughter.
   Beth’s face was very pale, and as the man at the window rambled on about monsters and how dead the six of them would be if they got in, she burst into tears. Colin put an arm around her, and the dark haired man snapped at the man by the window. “Barnes! Stop frightening the children. We are safe in here.”
   Barnes gibbered for a minute. “Yes, but, Renado, we have nowhere to go! We can’t stay here forever, and, you know…”
   “Well, there’s the cellar,” the dark haired girl spoke up. Barnes perked up and made a crawling dash right through Link for a trap door in the floor. “But when I went down there last, I saw some weird dark insects. I think they might be evil.” Her voice was very calm and collected. Barnes skittered back away from the trap door and his mask fell down over his face.
   “Don’t cry, Beth,” Colin was saying. “I’m sure Green will come for us. He tried to defend us, but they took him by surprise. This time, he’ll take them by surprise!”
   “How can you be sure?” Talo asked with nervous scorn.
   Colin looked steadily at him for a minute, and then looked away. “I know what he would do. He will come for us. I know it.”
   “What if he’s-“ Talo looked at Beth and trailed off.
   “I believe in him,” Colin repeated.
   Link’s heart went out to his faithful little friend.
   Barnes crept over to the trap door. “Are you sure there were bugs down there? Maybe I will just have a look.”
   Link whirled and trotted up to the trap door. If there were bugs, he had to get them.
   “Maybe I will let you have a look,” Barnes whimpered to the dark haired girl. She smiled coolly and lifted the door, and Link dove in. He hoped he would be able to get out again.

 

Chapter 5: Rana Helps With the Old Forest Temple          Chapter 7: Charging Rescue

April 18, 2010

The Totally Not-Canon Adventures of Flairé: He’s a Prince

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          Leslie: I’m sorry to cause you so much trouble.

          Flairé: The heck? I’m the one who should apologize for letting them get you. I might not be able to forgive myself. (kneels to Leslie) Miss Leslie, can you ever forgive me for my shortsightedness, inattention, and slow response time?

          Leslie: (blinks at him)

Hey guys here is lineart as promised! Colour tomorrow. I seem to have given up on commas for the sake of entertainment. Anyway, (oops, comma – guess I’m back to normal) I wanted to draw Leslie REALLY REALLY PURDY in that last panel but I drew her mouth too far to the right in the pencil sketch and tried to fix it without using an eraser first… FAIL!! Also I fail at cheekbones. But yeah, Flairé is a prince and a bit of a goof so he would totally do the kneeling thing and I DREW A DOORWAY DO YOU GUYS LIKE MY DOORWAY THAT I STUCK IN!?

Yeah, Alex had a good saxophone recital today. Way too many cookies, though, and then we went to Boston Pizza for no reason other than to hang out. *is still full* ^_^7

Naptime

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Filed under: Random blog posts — Illinia @ 4:03 pm

Hi! I just realized it is Sunday and as I was playing in a saxophone concert and subsequently hanging out I have no page yet! I’m going to have a nap because I stayed up late finishing The Amber Spyglass and I’m SLEEPY. But right after that I’ll see what I can do about some lineart for you all! Cheers!

April 17, 2010

Have begun reading Amber Spyglass

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Filed under: Random blog posts — Illinia @ 9:00 pm

Soooo… I like the snarky angel. Kehheheheh. But the important thing is that *God is not actually God* in that universe!!! PROBLEM SOLVED

I also like Paradis’ Metatron (link, link, link) much better than Amber Spyglass’s Metatron.

April 11, 2010

The Totally Not-Canon Adventures of Flairé: Pwn’d!

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          Leslie: (goes CHOMP on the bad guy’s hand)

          Enemy soldier: AAGH

           Other enemy soldiers: OH NO SHE HAS SUDDENLY BECOME FEISTY

           Jen: Why is feisty only applied to mildly violent women?

           SFX: THUD CRACK WHUD

           Flairé: Well, that’s the last of them for now. (having KO’d and pwned the bad guys, who are now lying in an unconscious heap)

           Leslie: Who were they?

           Flairé: A group of extremists who don’t believe in angels, frankly, and think that everyone should think the same. As my parents’ son, I’m a highly visible member of the… uhhh… ‘pro-angels’ group. I’m afraid they targeted you as someone I should and would protect. To try to make me stop.

Sorry, napping all day… Chorus concert yesterday… I think these are reasonable excuses for having only pencil up today. But colour will be up tomorrow.

So… looks like Leslie flipped out on that guy and then Flairé knocked all the bad guys out. And then we have some exposition. Isn’t exposition fun? (no, no, it’s not)

CHORUUUUUS It was so good! Except Supertenor in the Wagner, but that’s only to be expected. I love the Overture to Tanhauser, and it was really good to hear the overture to La Forza del Destino again. JerP says it’s way easier now than it was in CYMC. : D  Oh, and I love Rob. Why? Because he played the heck out of that anvil. <3

I’ve been reading books slavishly. I’m halfway through Moby Dick (srsly, everybody is an angst-bucket and he has a whole chapter on THE HISTORY OF WHITENESS) but I read The Subtle Knife for the first time yesterday/today and I can’t say I understand it very well. It’s… weird. I like the characters, and the story is interesting for story’s sake, but then… the ‘angels’ are numbskulls. I’m sure I’ll understand it better when I get the third book, but, like, why are they helping Azriel? If he’s planning to “kill God”, and the angels serve God (I mean, duh), what are they doing hanging out with him? And the whole anti-religion thing makes NO SENSE. “Teh Church has done many evil things because they don’t like knowledge because it contradicts faith so let’s destroy the Church! Heck, let’s not stop there - let’s destroy God too, because obviously a god with such a stupid following doesn’t deserve to live, let alone be worshipped!”

I’m sure I must have the interpretation completely wrong because there are so many things wrong with this view that I don’t know where to start. But let’s start here. 1) God is love. So…….. yeah, that makes the whole totalitarian militaristic Church in the other world just wacko. But that’s for story purposes and it’s… kind of believable, regretfully. 2) God is kind of beyond our perception, so the whole concept of ‘killing God’… just makes me want to headdesk. 3) Just out of curiousity, what are the soul-eating Spectres supposed to represent? There’s more, but I forgot it.

I’m getting a little twisted around because I’m not sure whether to apply the story to real life or not. Just because the Church in the other world in the book is totalitarian and militaristic and has excommunicated and executed people for opposing it or for seeking knowledge and truth, does that mean that the Church in the real world, which has done similar things in the past, is bad and should be wiped out? What should it be replaced with? (I’m sure I’ll find out in the third book, so no spoilers, plzkthx) And I’m not even starting in on my personal beliefs, which are fairly tolerant of other people’s (except intolerance, of course – totally shocking, intolerance is) while being fairly strict about my own. Aaaaaand… I don’t even know. Like I’ve been telling people all month, I need to do more research. Starting with the Bible which I haven’t actually read all the way through. I’ve read bits of it, of course. And I do know that it needs to be handled carefully because the authors in it (who may or may not be represented accurately through several translations) probably had a slightly different idea of… not ‘historical accuracy’, but that kinda thing.

Oh, about Spectres and my question above – are they a ‘racialized’ form of a real-life problem? apathy? things which eat at us day after day until we don’t care anymore? Except, of course, with the process vastly sped up to a few minutes. Or are they just some random antagonists to throw up obstacles for the non-child characters? And why are witches so weird? Is Azriel supposed to be the Devil? Why does that stupid knife have so many uses? Why is Will so casual about killing stuff except when he actually does? Didn’t Mrs. Coulter say she was going to stay in the world with daemons? Why on earth would ‘angels’ show up as undetectable-except-detectable particles? … I’ll shut up now.

Why do I keep going off on rants about religion? It must be one of the most boring (on blogs) and probably volatile subjects in the world. Anyway, I need to read Moby Dick first, I had a good weekend, see you again soon!

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