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In America, you put men on moon.  
In Termina, we but moon on men! 
*Squish!* 

ArkNorth spontaneously gifted me with Majora's Mask 3D.  I spent today playing around with it.  My first impressions: 

It looks good in 3D.  Much like the Ocarina of Time remake, it looks very nice with the new skin on it.  In fact, it's easier to read the signs and the graffiti around Clock Town. (The moon is going to fall! You have no time for reading random stuff, Link)!  Anyway, I find it amusing that in the Bomb Shop there are sketches/plans for a ROCKET! It doesn't seem to be blowing up the moon, it's just a rocket going into the sky and flying with a cloud and stuff. I don't think I ever noticed that before.  

The rundown clock looks different. Instead of the gauge-type clock reading "72 Hours," you get a digital-clock bar. Blasphemy!  Yeah, I liked that gauge-clock and I miss it.  Gauge-clock was pretty.  Bar is just a bar.  

HOLY POO-CRAP DO I LOVE THE NEW SAVING SYSTEM!!!! The major thing that has kept Majora's Mask from being a favorite of the Zelda series for me like it is for other people has been problems I've had with the saving system.  Then again, I never owned an N64 and have played emulations (download for the Wii... and the only time I've played the game through was on the notoriously glitchy Zelda Classics Collection on GameCube - and it did freeze up on me multiple times, making the game even harder).  I didn't like having to go back in time and reset things as a saving-feature, nor did I like how the owl statues worked where you had to save at one and then another before resetting time if you wanted to not loose progress.  Or, at least that's the wonky way things worked on the emulations.  I was really hoping, crossing my fingers on the 3D remake that Nintendo would fix the saving-system to be more like other games, and THEY DID!  Now, the owl statues work like the loftwing statues in Skyward Sword and I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER!  YES!  

You get the Song of Soaring slightly earlier  - at the head of the swamp rather than within it.  I've already put that to use in dealing with the Business Deku Scrubs.  

So, I don't know.  Maybe there will be more artwork of grimacing moons from me in the future.  
  • Mood: Love
  • Listening to: Shadow of the Colossus Soundtrack
  • Reading: The Twelve Kingdsoms, Book 3
  • Watching: Random television
  • Playing: Majora's Mask 3D
  • Eating: Cheez-Its
  • Drinking: Pepsi
Pursuit



She could not remember how she had come to wood. It was gray and green and there was a gentle dripping sound.  Patches of snow and dirty ice rested over the ground in divots, surrounded by fresh moss.  It was a battle between winter and spring.  The chill in the air told the young woman that there was no clear winner yet.  All she knew of the wood was that people were taken here randomly and so she must have been dumped here.  

Her name was Eva and she checked the back of her head for lumps.  She found none.  Perhaps she’d been given a draught or drug that put her into a deep sleep?  Had she walked a little too deeply in the Greenwood and wandered into this place by accident, without recollection?  It was people on the margins of the world who were driven here or dumped in the Graywood.  Her appearance is not important, nor is her exact age.  Eva is Eva and can be of any complexion or build that the reader wishes to imagine her.  She does not know how she came to be in the deep forest, only that she came to be there.  It is only the fact that she awoke among the moss, the trees and the dirty snow that is significant.  

Eva knew that she was about to be pursued.

The girl knew the tales of the survivors.  Most men who entered the woods did not leave, but the few that did had their stories.  Some had seen the demise of others, friends, family or strangers.  Others had come to the Graywood alone, like she had.  Those that had made it out told of a creature that came for them – an entity that would devour a person whole.  Few got a good look at it and lived to speak of it.  It had a different approach to each person.  Some saw a great monster.  A few spoke of a tall, chalk-skinned, faceless, black-winged angel.  There were tales of fire that licked at its heels or of a black smoky Void that followed it.  One survivor said that it was a little white cat with soft white wings, not in the least bit imposing, and that it had spoken to her very gently when it had caught up to her.  

Eva wandered, looking at the tangle of trees around her.  The problem with forests this time of the year is that they provided little potential food for human beings that she was aware of.  Eva knew of a few kinds of berries that were safe to eat, but the raspberries and blackberries just didn’t grow when the weather was still icy – if they ever grew in the Graywood at all.  She decided to avoid fungus altogether, for she did not know what kinds of mushrooms made good food and what would cause her a writhing death. The young woman wasn’t hungry at the moment, but knew that was bound to change.  She’d never hunted.  She’d fished a bit in the past, but had no equipment for doing so and did not see or hear a stream anywhere nearby.  That was another consideration… water.  At least there was some snow on the ground.  Eva found a shelf of stone with hanging icicles.  She snapped off the longest one she could find and slowly licked it, heedless of the tiny detritus trapped within.

Fog rose up from the ground everywhere.  It was the kind of thick cloud that came from a conflict between warm, wet air and ground that was still frozen.  It curled like steam up from patches of white.  

Eva was underdressed and terribly cold.  At least she had a light coat.  Still, her arms were goose-pimpled beneath it.  She could hear her own teeth chatter.  They felt like they would break.  

“Is there anybody out here?” she managed to call into the cold.  She was answered only by the steam on her breath.  

That was when she first saw it.

A large animal burst out of the underbrush and from behind the trees.  Eva thought it was a bear at first, with hair all golden standing up at the shoulders.  It was more the size of a very large dog and was canine in structure.  As pale sunlight combed by pine needles struck the beast, the blonde and black fur shimmered with little flecks of blue-green iridescence, like spots on bird-feathers.  It came running for her, snarling lowly and snapping its barren jaws.  Its face sent a shock of fear through her as much as the sudden attack.    

The beast’s head was a clean white skull.  It had eyes, yellow-green like citrine, like the eyes of a cat.  They were clear eyes.    

It had come for her flesh, her heart and her soul.  She dodged through the trees, running pell-mell through the mists.  She tripped and tumbled down an embankment.  It was a fortunate fall.  The clear-eyed creature vanished into the fog, apparently suddenly disinterested in her.  

Eva knew with her very spirit that this was the fabled “Beast of the Graywood” that swallowed people up.  If it made a different appearance to everyone, this was apparently how she saw it.  

She didn’t like it one bit.

She cleaned off her scrapes and walked on, wary of the clear-eyed creature.  Somewhere along the way, the woods became golden and yet the air retained a “gray” character.  Eva noted the bronze and copper leaves beneath her feet as well as dry leaves like pale brass that stubbornly clung to some of the trees when most had been stripped bare.  She came upon three people huddled around a campfire.  She approached them and they told her to go away.

“I am hungry,” she said.

“Hunt up your own food!” one of the group said to her.  

“I don’t know how.”

“Why should we care?” said another.  “You don’t have the look or the smell of one we’d welcome! Move on!”

Eva sniffed herself. She found no outstanding odor.  “If we’re all lost in the Graywood, can’t we survive better together?”

“Leave!” the last one of the group by the fire said, so Eva moved on.  

As shadows lengthened and light fled from the land, she encountered the creature again.  She did not encounter it directly, but heard it shuffling in the woods, stirring up the dry leaves.  She saw its hairy shadow against the milky-indigo sky.  She heard screams as it lurched and ran in the direction of the place she had encountered the group.  

The next day, at dawn, she found a stream and caught a pair of shimmering trout in puddle near the shore where several fish had been trapped.  Being as hungry as she was and with no patience to construct a fire, she ate their flesh raw.  Eva caught as many of the other fish as she could and tossed them into the main creek so that they could have a chance at life.  She was not planning on staying here.  She had to find a way out of these woods if she were to survive.  

The air was warmer today than it had been yesterday.  Eva had not slept, save, perhaps, in a few short spurts where her memory was fuzzy.  She’d curled up against an oak tree last night and had fought to stay awake to fight off hypothermia.  The water she put her hands in for her breakfast was icy.  She noted the shelves of ice, born of what was once snow along the bank, slick and dark with mud.  

Little birds were chattering incessantly.  At least they had things to sing about.  

Eva did not know what direction she should be going to get out of the Graywood.  She figured if she kept going one direction – just forward, she would find her way to the green hills or to a village – perhaps even to her own.  

She spent days running from the Beast of the Graywood.  She mostly only saw it in shadow, a hump of hair rising up from behind brush.  She fell into an exhausted sleep every now and again and gradually began to let her guard down when the clear-eyed creature had failed to catch up to her.  Eva found a few precious sources of food besides the fish – plants she recognized.  She was given bread by someone she met, a young man dressed for the forest who hadn’t known how he’d gotten there, either.  

Eva thought she’d finally found a friend, but the night after she met him, when he had chosen to keep watch, she awoke to find him and her coat missing.  She thought that they’d just begun connecting, being the recipients of a common predicament.  Instead, she was betrayed and remembered tales of this being a common occurrence in the Graywood.  

She was curled up against the bark of a large and ancient conifer when she met the clear-eyed creature face-to-face.  She did not run.  Eva did not even get up.  She just sat there, hugging her knees, regarding the beast boredly.  The large animal, for its part, just walked up past the bare-twig underbrush – raspberry bushes waiting to become thorny and leafy and fruitful again.  It stared at her, its skull creamy-colored in the stark, branch-filtered sun-shafts.  

“I suppose you really weren’t what I expected,” Eva said.  

“What did you expect?” the clear-eyed creature said to her in a rumbling voice like rapids over rocks.  It spoke her language perfectly, not the kind of feat most animals were capable of.  Eva, however, remained unimpressed.  Her eyelids were drooping and she was cold.  

“Maybe something with wings.  Maybe something black.  Maybe just a fog made of the Void.  Maybe someone with a sword or a gun or a scythe. I don’t know.  I don’t know what I expected.”  

The clear-eyed creature regarded her with its perpetual smile.  Its head was a skull, of course, and all stripped skulls smiled and looked like they were laughing.  “Are you afraid of me?” it asked.

Eva shook her head softly.  “No.  I’m just tired.  I’m very tired.”  

“Approach me, then,” the creature dictated, “or find a reason to keep running.”  

“Is there a reason to keep running?” she asked, lifting her head.  “Is there a way out of these woods?”  

“You won’t know unless you keep moving,” the beast said.  

“It is cold here,” Eva complained.  “And I’ve found no help.”

“There are those that wish for your return,” the clear-eyed creature gently replied.  “You may not hear them right now, but there are those that are cheering for you to keep running.”  

Eva stood up.  “Thank you,” she said.  “I am not afraid.  If I keep walking and if I run, it will not be because I am afraid of you.”

“Aren’t you tired?” the beast asked.  

“Yes, but I will keep running.”  

The clear-eyed creature nodded its skull and turned to vanish back into the mists of the forest.  Eva walked on, knowing that it would be back in one form or another at one time or another.  She did not know whether she would find her way out or be trapped in the Graywood forever, however, she walked on her own terms.      


End.

S.E. Nordwall, March 2015
Pursuit
A young woman is trapped in a forest, chased by a mysterious creature.  

A kind of metaphorical story, though I don't feel like giving an explanation for it, as I think it might be nice to have readers come to their own meanings in it.   After writing it, I realized that it seems to be something of a spiritual-successor to this picture shadsie.deviantart.com/art/Not…  even though the characters and beasts are different.  I actually sketched out the golden-furred, skull-headed beast in this story before writing, but did not feel the sketches worth uploading.  
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Oh boy! Pi! by Shadsie
Oh boy! Pi!
A birthday present for Blender ( KHinaBlender) - posted early. 

Just a little doodle.  Also serves for general 3-14 celebrations.  Pit is smart. He knows what my father tried to teach me.  "Pie aren't squared!  Pie are round!" 
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WINGBONES


“There are a lot of legends about these woods.  It’s said that people who get lost in them turn into monsters.”

“Whoa!  We’d better not get lost then.  What kinds of monsters?”  

A young man and an angel walked together through the dabbled light of the forest.  Golden patterns shone upon the grass and the dirt, though the shadows were ever increasing the deeper the two ventured.  The swordsman, Link and Pit, his winged companion, were taking a break from fighting for sport in Smash City.  Pit had expressed a desire to see Hyrule.  Link was showing him around.  They were in the Lost Woods in the Post-Twilight Invasion era of Hyrule’s history.  It was the place and timeframe Link had come from, though he did have some vague memories of other lives in other eras that came to him in dreams, being that he was a perpetual reincarnate - what some called an “eternal hero.”  

By contrast, Pit was a flat-out immortal.  He was a strange angel in that he was a physical being, but he was a divine messenger and warrior in service to a particular goddess.  

“Well,” Link said as they walked along slowly, “The are two kinds.  Children that get lost and cannot find their way out are supposed to turn into faceless beings called Skull Kids. Their souls become bound to the forest and they act as its protectors.  They can be pretty dangerous.  They mean well… they’re only protecting the sacred trees here and when they hurt people, they don’t understand it. They think they’re playing a game.  There is one around here somewhere – he should know me by now though.  I defeated him a few times in his games, so he should leave us alone.”

“I should hope so.  What about the other kind?”

“Stalfos,” Link said solemnly, “a kind of undead being.  Not all of them are born of these woods.  Skeleton-warriors, old knights whose bones cannot rest, even after they’ve died.  It’s said that adults who get lost in the forest become Stalfos.”

Pit shivered slightly.  “Good thing we’ve got a compass, right?”

“I know these woods like the back of my hand.  Don’t worry. We’ll be fine.  The temple ruins are beautiful.  You’ll like them.”  

Ever since the two young men had met up in Smash City after being invited to the multidmentionally famous Super Smash Brothers Tournament, they’d developed a mutual fascination with one another.  They’d met when both their worlds and others had been put in danger.  After that, the “Brawl” series of sporting and fighting games had gone on as planned.  Pit and Link had both been invited in again for the latest series of competitions.  Despite all the trash Pit had talked the day his goddess intervened to announce her invitation, Link had forgiven him.  They’d wound up getting to know each other on the training stages, mostly, as the two had similar interests.  They both fought with swords (though Pit was a dual-wielder and Link was a sword-and-shield fighter) and they both loved archery.  This was where they were in reverse, of sorts.  Link was primarily a swordsman and archery was a secondary skill.  Pit was known far and wide as a celestial archer.  They taught each other trick shots.  

That was when the stories between them began.  Pit looked up to Link as a man of many stories.  He spoke with confidence of his own adventures and of the lore of Hyrule that he’d spent his life reading about and uncovering in the form of artifacts.  Link was, in turn fascinated by Pit’s stories, especially of his fighting his way out of the Underworld.  Link had never been to a Land of the Dead, at least while alive.  Many Hylians mistook the Twilight Realm as being such a place, but it was not.  Link figured that he might have been in some kind of Underworld as a way-station between his reincarnations, but he never remembered it.  

Learning a tale like that was one of the many weird things about growing close to an immortal. Another was that Pit looked and acted younger than he was, but much like a Skull Kid or the Kokiri of legends, he could have been older than some of the ruins the two were on their way to say. The winged boy lived in a kind of static-state, truly timeless.    

Still, strangely, even with his reputation as a god-slayer, Link saw Pit as someone he wanted to protect.  It wasn’t a fatherly feeling or even a big brother feeling.  It was something else.  Because of their respective lifespan circumstances, Link did not know if it was wise to explore this twinge he felt in their friendship.  Pit did, at least, allow close friends to touch his wings.  He seemed to like it when Link’s calloused swordsman’s-fingers stroked his smooth feathers.  It was like how the girls of the Smash-manor liked to braid each others hair, the Hylian supposed.  After Smash-battles, Pit would actually request Link to help him out – letting him massage the muscles and press around his wing bones, soothing away aches and pulls.

Link knew what he was doing.  He’d taken care of falcons during his childhood in Ordon and he still retained some skill in the care of winged creatures from his once-lifetime as the keeper of a giant steed-bird. He didn’t have all of the memories, but his spirit had never forgotten certain practical skills. Doctor Mario didn’t know much of bird-wings.  Falco should have, but his own “wings” were more like forearms.  The Pokemon-keepers could help sometimes but really only knew beings specific to their world.  Lady Palutena was often very busy managing both Smashing and divinity – or else was the overly-playful cause of Pit’s pain.  Dark Pit would help his brother sometimes, and Pit would return the favor, but, of late, Pit more often sought out Link.  

Link sidled up to Pit and gave the arch of his left wing a little rub between this thumb and forefinger.  “Huh?” Pit asked.  “I haven’t used my flight-power at all today. I’m not sore.”  

Link simply smiled at him.  Pit felt a little heat rising in his cheeks.  Link had such a nice smile.  No wonder Lady Palutena called him “Ladykiller.”  She’d also given the tease “Even the guys want him, right?”  

That’s about when a dark beam sliced through the quiet forest air and nearly took Link’s head off.  Before Pit could react, Link withdrew his slingshot from his hip-pouch, armed it and shot at the branches of a tree above them.  A large black shape cursed and fell to the ground.  

“Pittoo! What are you doing here?”  Pit demanded.  

His dark half hauled himself to his feet.  “You know my name is Dark!” he complained.  “At least around company.”

Link glared.  “Why did you try to shoot the tip of my ear off?” he demanded.  

Dark Pit ignored him and looked to Pit.  “Mom’ told me to keep an eye on you.”  

“Mom?” Pit asked.  

Dark Pit rolled his eyes.  “Palutena.  She told me that since your laurel crown doesn’t work in dimensions she’s not in that I was to tail you and to keep an eye on you.  She doesn’t want you to get eaten by monsters.”  

“I can handle myself just fine!” Pit protested.  “Besides, I’m with Link.  This is his country.  He takes care of the monsters here all the time!”  

Dark Pit shrugged.  “She just told me to keep an eye on you. Our interests happened to overlap for once.  By the looks of things, I’d say I arrived just in time.”

“Why? It’s quiet.  No Skull Kids or anything.”

“I think you were just about to have your face eaten by a Green-Hatted, Beast-Eyed Hylian.”   Dark Pit smirked in a way that reminded Link of his erstwhile companion, Midna – in her imp-form.  

“Dark…” Link said, “Don’t you really have something better to do?  We were just having a walk. It was actually pretty pleasant before you showed up.”  

“Let him come with us!” Pit said.  “He might want to see the ruins, too.  Besides, you can’t get rid of tagalong little brothers once they show up.”  

“Hmmph!” Dark Pit groused.  “Younger in age, light-years ahead of you in actual maturity!”    

“I wouldn’t know,” Link said, walking ahead with Pit.  “I was an only child and an orphan.  I had Colin, but he was never very assertive.”  

“You talk a lot for someone who’s supposed to be a silent hero,” Dark Pit pointed out.  

That was when a disturbing sound echoed among the trees.  Little divots of ground rose up and out of them, an army of tiny skeleton-men.  In addition to them, large dog-like creatures, stripped to bone and ragged flesh showed up.  Link immediately took a defensive stance, as did Pit and Dark Pit.

“What are they?” Pit asked.  “The little ones are kind of cute…”

“They’ll stab your ankles out from under you and give you a death by a thousand cuts,” Link warned.  “They’re Stalkin and the animals are Stalhounds.  Just hack the bone.”  

“Right!” Dark Pit said as he rushed in toward the large hounds, pulling apart the blade portions of his silver bow and rushing in.  

“Dark!” Link yelped, “We need to stay together!”  After that, the Hylian Hero yelped for another reason: A Stalkin’s spear stabbed right into his leg, just above the boot.  

“Link!” Pit cried, helping him to steady himself.  Black arrows sailed for them.  Pit snorted.  “An archer!  I can’t see him.  Hold on!”  

“Pit, no, not you, too!” Link called out as Pit took off running blindly, seeking out whoever was shooting at them.  

Dark Pit proved to be quite good at taking out most of the Stalhounds.  Link wondered why they were even out of the ground yet.  It wasn’t nighttime.  Then again, they were in the shadowed heart of the forest.  All he usually encountered were a few wild Keese, the Skull Kid and his puppets.  The swordsman wondered briefly if anything had happened to the Skull Kid, as this place was under his eternal protection.   He took the skull off an undead hound with a quick flick of his sword and stamped the last of the obnoxious Stalkin into dust with his right boot.  

“Are we done now?” Dark Pit complained.  “That was ea-”

That’s when the two of them heard Pit’s scream.  

“Oh, no…” Link gasped as he gulped in air and went running in the direction of the noise.  Dark Pit came up behind him, reassembling his blades into a bow as he ran.  He took out the source of the flying arrows – a rogue Bulbin-archer standing on a high cliff-face.  

“Damn!” Dark Pit cursed as his sandals skidded inches from a precarious drop.  He looked around desperately.  “He must have fallen!  That’s the problem with not being able to fly…”

Link immediately grabbed a rock on the other side of the depression with one of his clawshots while Dark Pit flared out his wings, took a running start, and glided down.  

“We’re near the ruins of the temple,” Link said as they regrouped.  He immediately tensed when he heard the screeches of Bublins and the sound of rattling bones.

“Look…” Dark Pit pointed to a spat of blood upon one of the mossy stone tiles.  He and Link both took off running toward the disturbing noises.  Link’s boots met little drip-drops of blood upon the dirt.  

“Hiyaaaa!” Link screamed as he leapt up and dispersed a small group of monsters with one spinning swing of his sword.  

Pit was not there.  

“Pit!” Dark Pit called.  “Come on, Pit-Stain! We aren’t playing!”  

“He’s hurt pretty bad…” Link said, feeling his very breath go numb.  He looked at streaks and spatters of red that left a trail, littered here and there with small white feathers.  He and Dark followed it until they came to set of ancient stone doors.  

“It stops right here!” Dark Pit noticed.  “It’s like he vanished!”

Link shook his head.  “He didn’t vanish.  This is the Temple of Time.  I don’t know how he got inside without this.”  Link held up the Master Sword. “This is the key I used.”

“Maybe it’s because of what we are? Angels can do a lot of things that you mortals can’t!  I’m going in!”

Link held Dark Pit’s arm and pulled him back.  “We can’t be sure what will happen if you go barging in!  Stay close to me.  These doors remember me.  Stepping into the temple interior is stepping back in time.  It’s a pocket of Eternity, preserved for centuries. Being close to the Master Sword means that we will be protected in a pocket of our own time.  Considering how recently you were born, if you go in alone, the age of the temple’s interior might phase you out of existence or something.”  

“What about Pit?”

“I don’t know,” Link confessed.  “He must have headed here thinking he could find shelter. Hopefully, we’ll find him and he’ll be fine – well, as fine as one could be for what we saw.  I’ve got potions on me.”

“Any other possible outcome in this funky time temple of yours?”  Dark stepped inside with Link as the doors did, indeed, remember their Hero.  The black-winged angel snorted at the dust floating in the air.  “It doesn’t’ seem so special to me.”  

The two walked further in.  There was no more blood-trail to follow.  They did not know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.  “Well…” Link said, “it’s possible that without the Master Sword, that Pit may have been, from his perspective, here for days or even years. Hopefully not… He’s probably curled up somewhere, waiting for us.”  

They came to a round room and Link kicked an old Beamos platform with his boot and slapped its top.  “Actually, it doesn’t look any different than when I was last here.  See how the red lens is cracked?  I did that the last time I was in this place. Otherwise, it would be shooting beams at us.”  

“So, this place remembers you. Big whoop.  We have to find Pit.”  

That was when they saw wing bones emerge from the shadows.  A figure came rushing for them.  It had the classic form of a Stalfos – a human skeleton strangely animate without muscles.  A few bits of flesh and skin hung off the joints in rags.  It had lights in is eye sockets that were a radiant blue.  Clothing hung from its frame, different than the typical armor and loincloth of a Stalfos-knight…

… It was a tattered toga, complete with a pin of gold and ruby that made Link’s blood run cold.  A golden ring swung off one of the femurs and dangled around the elbow, likewise another ring adorned a thighbone and a knee.  Half-boot sandals remained strapped around the feet.  A crown of golden laurels rested upon a skull that still had just enough flesh on it to hold a full head of disheveled hair.  The most telling thing about this undead creature was its wings – stripped to bone with a few long feathers hanging off the quill-knobs.  

“Pit?” Link yelped.  

The skeleton responded to him by rushing him with a pair of nicked golden blades.  The Hylian dodged and caught a brief glimpse of resolute horror in Dark Pit’s face.  Link’s earlier words echoed in his brain.  

“There are a lot of legends about these woods.  It’s said that people who get lost in them turn into monsters.”

“Pit?” Link called again as the winged-Stalfos put a neat gash in his forehead.  “No, no, no, no, no!”  

Dark Pit gave the creature a roundhouse kick, taking out a rib, which clattered out of the toga and onto the tile floor.  “Pit, snap out of it!  We can bring you back!  Remember the Rewind Spring?”  

Rewind Spring.  Hope swelled up in Link’s heart.  Pit had told him that story.  They could restore him!

Link stepped back, holding up his sword and shield.  “Pit…Pit…Pit!  Listen! It’s me! It’s Link!  And your brother!  We can bring you back! Trust us!  It’s okay… it’s just us!”  

The Pit-Stalfos didn’t seem to understand at all.  It held the same murderous glare that he’d seen in the eye-lights of any Stalfos.  

Link cried out desperately.  “You do not need to protect this place!  Pit!  I need to protect you!”  

That was when Dark Pit came in for another kick to try to subdue the monster that was once Pit.  Pit turned, grabbed him, and in a move that would horrify Link for the rest of his life, grabbed Dark Pit’s hair, pulled his head back and made a swift cut through the unfortunate boy’s throat with one of the curved swords.  Dark looked at Link helplessly as a blurp of blood came up through his mouth in lieu of a scream as well as a gout from the clean slice through the windpipe.  

Dark Pit’s eyes went flat before Pit could even drop him to the floor in a fleshy thump.  

“Pit?” Link asked in pain.  He stepped back, raising his sword.  He almost stepped over the fresh corpse of the fallen twin and then moved back past it.  

For just a moment, Link lowered his shield.  He was readying a strike that he hoped might sever the skull from the neck, but he didn’t want to make it.  

Pit sent a blade through his heart.  

Link fell to his knees.  He looked up at the Stalfos.  For just a moment, the jawbone loosened, the eye-lights brightened and the skeleton looked like it had a hint of recognition.  The Hero tried to speak, but no words would come up from his catastrophically injured chest.  Instead, as the blade was yanked out, he fell to his side and then rolled onto his back.  

The last thing he saw above him was a set of wing bones that he had before so tenderly cared for.  

The Stalfos looked down at the intruders it had neutralized.  A strange feeling welled up within what was left of its fading soul.  The black feathers on one rumpled heap seemed familiar.  The intruder in green – his eyes… he knew his eyes.  The Stalfos did not know why it felt this way.  It paced back and forth between the bodies.  

They’d look like him in time.  

The eternal guardian sensed more intruders approaching.  Outside in the forest a group of people ranging from a princess, a goddess, a plumber and a humanoid fox were calling and searching.  

The doors to the Temple of Time had been left wide open.  

They had no idea what awaited them inside.


END.
Wingbones

Disclaimer:  Nintendo’s properties belong to Nintendo. No profit is being made or sought on my part.

 

Notes: This story is a prize-fic for The Unspoken Prophet of Deviant Art for their second-place piece in the 2015 Valentine’s Day contest held by the Pit Lovers’ club.  Slightly over the 3000 word mark, in that neighborhood. I had actually rescinded my prize-offer for the club due to unfortunate circumstances surrounding my Internet access.  When I was able to get back online reliably, I had missed my chance to cast my own vote, but Prophet sent me a note requesting a fic, anyway, so I went ahead. 

 

The request was for a Link x Pit story with Dark Pit also as a main character – light on the romance (since I just don’t do it well) and heavy on horror (my specialty).  I was asked to throw the darkest fic I could out - and this turned out pretty dark.  So, here goes, hope you like it, Prophet!  

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So, ArkNorth and I are here watching the Oscars. Well, he's in the living room and I'm in the bedroom because I wanted to stretch out on the bed and it's my Chamber of Warm (the heating here makes it warmer than most other places in the house, and cooler in the summer).  

The guy who accepted the award for Best Adapted Screenplay (for "The Imitation Game," which I haven't seen yet), in referencing the sad fate of Alan Turing, talked about how when he was 16 years old, he attempted suicide because he felt weird and felt like he didn't fit in.  He accepted the Oscar on behalf of all the "weird kids" out there and encouraged people to "keep on being weird."  - One of those standard "I made it, you'll have your day" things that I always PAGH! at because I think "I never had my day and I'm too old and it's too late for me."  

ArkNorth shouted at me from the living room: (My real name), stay weird! 

I came running into the living room shouting "SKULLS!"  

And then I expressed that I think it may be too late for me, but still... Skulls.  Skulls, indeed.  

Tonight, the status of my Internet: Working.  Tommorow night, it will probably cut out again and might last for an entire day, considering how we think it is something with our neighborhood with one of the hub-boxes getting cold / not liking single-digit and below nights.  

Can't wait for spring.  I took a walk today in the 40 degrees.  It was nice.  I want more of that. 
  • Mood: Egghead
  • Watching: The Oscars
  • Playing: Warrior's Way Mii Game on 3DS
  • Eating: Cinnamon mini donuts
  • Drinking: Pepsi

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Shadsie
Empress of Bones
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States
Hello, I go by Shadsie. If you want to know my age, I "live outside of time."

I am an artist of varied mediums, some of them unusual. My favorite medium is acrylic paint and I frquently use animal bones as a canvas. I find these out in natural places and meticulously clean them - I don't kill any of the animals to make my art, they're all just found.

Otherwise, I paint on canvas and paper. I draw, I sculpt a little and I even do a bit of digital work - in short, I work with whatever I can get my hands on and do a lot of experimenting.

I have an associate's degree in graphic design, but it hasn't seen much work. I have written fantasy novels that I'm seeking publication for and have not obtained yet. Otherwise, I am prone to becoming obessed with various entertainments and will do fan art for such. My gallery is split between fan art, works on skulls and bones, artwork related to my unpublished novels, original misc. artwork and my jewelrymaking experiments.

I am willing to take concrit on all works unless specified, even on older works for which I am too lazy to enable the new "critique" feature on.


Enjoy!

Current Residence: Hyrule.
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock, Alternative, Various
Favourite style of art: Fantasy, Nature Art, Surrealism, Realism, Anime.
Operating System: Windows XP
Shell of choice: Hmm... something made of bone?
Wallpaper of choice: Painted animal bones cover my walls.
Skin of choice: No skin. Bone.
Favourite cartoon character: Vash the Stampede.
Personal Quote: The more I learn about nature, the less guilty I feel about eating its creatures.
Interests
In America, you put men on moon.  
In Termina, we but moon on men! 
*Squish!* 

ArkNorth spontaneously gifted me with Majora's Mask 3D.  I spent today playing around with it.  My first impressions: 

It looks good in 3D.  Much like the Ocarina of Time remake, it looks very nice with the new skin on it.  In fact, it's easier to read the signs and the graffiti around Clock Town. (The moon is going to fall! You have no time for reading random stuff, Link)!  Anyway, I find it amusing that in the Bomb Shop there are sketches/plans for a ROCKET! It doesn't seem to be blowing up the moon, it's just a rocket going into the sky and flying with a cloud and stuff. I don't think I ever noticed that before.  

The rundown clock looks different. Instead of the gauge-type clock reading "72 Hours," you get a digital-clock bar. Blasphemy!  Yeah, I liked that gauge-clock and I miss it.  Gauge-clock was pretty.  Bar is just a bar.  

HOLY POO-CRAP DO I LOVE THE NEW SAVING SYSTEM!!!! The major thing that has kept Majora's Mask from being a favorite of the Zelda series for me like it is for other people has been problems I've had with the saving system.  Then again, I never owned an N64 and have played emulations (download for the Wii... and the only time I've played the game through was on the notoriously glitchy Zelda Classics Collection on GameCube - and it did freeze up on me multiple times, making the game even harder).  I didn't like having to go back in time and reset things as a saving-feature, nor did I like how the owl statues worked where you had to save at one and then another before resetting time if you wanted to not loose progress.  Or, at least that's the wonky way things worked on the emulations.  I was really hoping, crossing my fingers on the 3D remake that Nintendo would fix the saving-system to be more like other games, and THEY DID!  Now, the owl statues work like the loftwing statues in Skyward Sword and I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER!  YES!  

You get the Song of Soaring slightly earlier  - at the head of the swamp rather than within it.  I've already put that to use in dealing with the Business Deku Scrubs.  

So, I don't know.  Maybe there will be more artwork of grimacing moons from me in the future.  
  • Mood: Love
  • Listening to: Shadow of the Colossus Soundtrack
  • Reading: The Twelve Kingdsoms, Book 3
  • Watching: Random television
  • Playing: Majora's Mask 3D
  • Eating: Cheez-Its
  • Drinking: Pepsi

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ever-so-excited Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
Hey! Thank you so much for adding my Sparrot piece to your favorites! :love: So glad you liked it enough to do so. :nod: Thanks again for your support!
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Keyshe54 Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2013   Traditional Artist
I tagged you for a meme-- you don't have to do it if it's a bother of course. I had a few questions in there I was curious about.
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TheBlackNova Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013
You may need to look up the Skyward Sword Manga to understand that fic I sent you.
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AltaicTiger Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks a lot for the fav! It's really appreciated!
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Keyshe54 Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2012   Traditional Artist
Hello, this is a little random. I am sorry if it's a nuisance
But if you feel like it (no pressure!) I tagged you for this meme/ questionnaire:
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wisahkecahk Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
you have a wonderfull gallery of art!!!!inspring!!!!!thank you for posting such great works!!!!!!
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aranea-designs Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello! We've featured you for the month of August in the #skull-painting group! You may get a few requests from me for work that hasn't been submitted to our gallery yet and if you have anything new to add, just do so as you usually would and I'll make sure it gets to the Featured folder! :)
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Shadsie Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks!

Sadly, I don't find as much fresh material as I used to, since I live in a suburban apartment now (strangely enough, a few skulls have found me on roadside walks, still)...

I do live next to a cemetary but... no... just no... though it has been joked about in my household. XD
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aranea-designs Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome! I love your work.

I live in the city too, but a lot of people online sell skulls, so I get those to paint. I've cleaned the bones from roadkill before too, but even that is difficult when you have neighbours close by!

LOL at the cemetery jokes! I work at a funeral home so yeah.. similar jokes!
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