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Timeless Ocarina: Chapter 3: The Princess’s Premonition

Chapter 2: The Great Arachnid      Chapter 4: To the Mountain

Chapter 3: The Princess’s Premonition

Link and Rana made Hyrule Castle Town in about eight hours, which was dusk, by rushing. They were both completely exhausted. It was nine in the evening, and they entered just before the bridge was raised. Link looked around for a healer’s place. The wound in Rana’s shoulder had turned black. She was very pale and wanted very much to stop and rest.
“There!” cried Link, hurrying Rana towards a two story building on the edge of the town square.
“Hello there,” said the fairly young woman inside, smiling at the two children. Link did not waste time.
“My friend is hurt, badly,” he said quickly.
“I’m not that bad,” Rana objected weakly. The woman’s expression changed to concern. As she examined Rana’s shoulder, she began looking quite shocked.
“What have you been doing to get such a poisonous injury? And why didn’t you come earlier?”
“We couldn’t,” said Rana, rather indignantly. “We live in the forest. We were fighting a giant spider-thing–“
“Rana,” said Link. “Do you think anyone will believe that?”
“Actually, I do,” said the woman. “This is serious. If you live in the forest, you made here in good time if you started at lunchtime; that is how old this bite is. Come upstairs, dear, and we’ll have another look.” Rana followed the woman upstairs. Link sat down in a chair and fidgeted with his slingshot.
The woman came downstairs in a few minutes.
“Your friend will be completely fine by morning. It is quite a virulent poison in her, but I have some fairy magic on hand that can deal with spider poison as bad as this. She will stay upstairs tonight; you may see her tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” said Link gratefully. “Good night.” Continue reading

Timeless Ocarina: Chapter 2: The Great Arachnid

Chapter 1: Darkness in the Morn      Chapter 3: The Princess’s Premonition

 

Chapter 2: The Great Arachnid

The inside of the Great Deku Tree was horrifying for the forest-raised children. He was as hollow as a drum, and they stood within a great hollow cavity of rotting wood that reached up into darkness. Ragged spiderwebs stretched across huge spaces like decaying shrouds. Link was very glad he had a small glowing fairy following him.
After staring upwards for a while, the boy took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, his small sword and shield at the ready, and walked forward to a depression in the floor. Before he came to the centre of the chamber, he stopped short. The centre of the ground was actually a deep well, but covered over with a thick gooey spiderweb.
Rana came up behind him and saw it too. “Gosh, this place is freaky.”
An enormous spider, as long, with its legs extended, as Link, scurried across the bottom of the web, making it tremble violently. The spider glared at them with its eight black eyes.
Link shivered. “I agree.”
“Are the spiders poisoning the tree?” asked Rana.
“I think so,” Navi answered. “They’ve poisoned it, and then part dies, and then the ordinary bugs come in and eat. It’s horrible. Let’s get fighting.”
“Good idea,” Link said, adjusting his grip on his sword grimly and setting off in search of something evil he could hit with it. Continue reading

Haku

Water-dragon-boy

Water-dragon-boy

Haku! Or, if you like, Kohakunushi Nigihayami! I watched my first Miyazaki movie shortly before drawing this, and I though it was really cool, although Spirited Away is probably a pretty drastic introduction to Miyazaki. This movie was probably my whole introduction to Japanese culture, especially the animated kind.

I drew him in “human-world” clothes because I hoped he’d be able to meet Chihiro again afterwards. This picture isn’t the greatest, though (short legs), but I like the shoes. The colours would be for his shirt, striped white and foam green (like his dragon mane), with pale blue blue jeans and white sneakers.

He’s quite the 12-year-old (in appearance) bishounen in the movie.

Death of Ceniro

Ironically, the brilliant tactician is the first to die

Ironically, the brilliant tactician is the first to die

This is near the end of Chapter 30 from the game, whatever it’s called… I’m just going to make up chapter names for all but the Prologue, which is the only one anyone ever remembers anyway. So. Voila. Er… Ceniro is tacticianing, and gets shot with an arrow. And everybody is sad. Terrible anatomy, but at least Hector has a big axe, and although Eliwood’s cloak is missing, he has a nice rendition of his rapier. That building in the distance on the right is the fabled Dragon’s Gate, sort of, and the two blobs on the left are Fiora and Florina skewering the archer with a longbow/ballista who shot Ceniro. This picture just goes to show why scenery/backgrounds are not my strong point. Also there was going to be a wyvern rider in the sky, either Heath or an enemy, but I cropped him out.

Dead Bird

Juvenile robin

Juvenile robin

This picture is of a juvenile robin that hit our deck window and died doing it. -_-7 We looked it up in a bird book. With nothing better to do with it, Dad suggested I draw a picture of it and practice actually drawing stuff in real life. So… I did. End of story. Ta-da!

Link Statue I

Now, where's that Keese?

Now, where’s that Keese?

This is Link! Not just any old Link, but Link made of Sculpey modelling clay by me! Most of the head and torso are filled in with foil, meaning I can’t go back and fix the lines of his face. His limbs and the Master Sword are strengthened and straightened with toothpicks. His face, his shield, his scabbard, and his sword are all painted with Games Workshop paint and I touched up the white of his sweater and pants, too, because it had a lot of green and brown smudged into it. That’s how I knew today would be the day for these pictures (hooray) because I found my sheath reference sketch in my sketchbook, with the details taken from the Super Smash Bros. Melee trophy. The shield details were from a printed out action pose picture which was done for Soul Caliber II, I believe.
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Tinfang Warble

Those dots are supposed to be stars which are supposed to be blue

Those dots are supposed to be stars which are supposed to be blue

Tinfang Warble is a spirit, a fae, as I think Tolkien was calling them at the time, who plays the flute and the stars come out early, bright, and blue when he does. I think he’s in the Book of Lost Tales Part I. I especially like the poem with the refrain “the tunes of Tinfang Warble!” Apparently his music is so addicting it’s almost a physical need to follow him and hear more. I gave him extra-long ears because of his fae-ishness, and two pipes because those things are cool, and sitting on an (iridescent) giant mushroom over a pool based on an image in the poem. I think parts turned out rather well, although from this one and the last one you can see I’m no good at backgrounds. Oh, yes, and I didn’t give him a beard even though his name means “sparkly beard”. I’ve been working on a colour version, but it’s not progressed for about a year now.

Rekka no Ken: Prologue: A Girl From the Plains

The first story translated into English and my tactician Ceniro collide in an unfinished half-scripted novelization.

EDIT: I first published these chapters in 2007. Having gone back to them in preparation for writing Anima’s Seal this NaNoWriMo in 2015, I no longer feel this first volume stands up and I feel no regret over completely rewriting it without leaving a copy of the original on my blog (that no one reads anyway : D). And hey, it’s kind of refreshing to be able to write chapters that are under 5 pages long, can you believe it??

EDIT2: based on feedback from my beta reader and the fact that I can’t sleep, I’m editing this fic so that it sucks less.

 

Chapter 1: A Family’s Call

 

Prologue: A Girl From the Plains

 

The young man walked steadily on his way, striding through the knee-deep yellow grasses of the Sacaean plains. He was rather short, and his pace was unhurried. The sun beat on his pale-green cloaked back, and suddenly he looked around and narrowed his grey eyes.

He was being followed.

He gripped his staff tighter and continued on. Continue reading