Link opened the door to his room and stood aside to let Windows 95 inside. It hardly looked any different, as if he had hardly touched it since she had last seen it. A few sketches lay about, although he obviously wasn't terribly good at drawing. Drawings that would seem strange, if you didn't know the context. An eye filled with fire and three ( Read more... )

The non-monstrous enemies fell a bit easier than their minions. All of which were a pain in the ass, of course. Especially those gifted with sorcerous powers- they would unleash burning flames and bolts of energy or summon more beasts into the fray. It was somewhat inevitable that the whole squad of soldiers didn't survive, but Link had hoped they ( Read more... )

The mud squelching beneath their feet was tinted red and other strange colours from battles only hours previous to their arival. Rain poured down from the heavens and a few remaining beasts snuffled about in the mud for the cold remains of flesh to consume. They squeeled like pigs as they died ( Read more... )

Link awoke early as usual, his 'be watchful' instinct prematurely poking him into his consciousness. And the sun hadn't risen, either. He tried to get up but realised it would be easier to simply just remain snuggled for as long as necessary.

Link prepared for the trip- gathering meagre foodstuffs into a bag, gathering his remaining possessions and weapons and whatnot. Oh, and giving his Ocarina a good clean. Wouldn't want a problem with it. He was expecting a guest, after all.

Link lead Windows 95 to his door and opened it wide, standing aside to let her in with a smile. "I missed you."

Link opened the door and lead her inside, taking the floppy disk from her and putting it amongst the others sitting upon his writing desk. His task done, he closed the door and held her gently. "What's wrong? Your smiles are as nourishing to see as dust." In other words, he ain't buying the smiles.

Link opened the door to his room and stood aside for his guest to enter. It had a single window, a bathroom, a bedroom within which was a single bed, a chest of drawers, a writing desk and a mirror. Above the bed was a small painting. On the writing desk was a record player with several records strewn about. "Come in." He offered.

Link awoke early, as usual. Unlike most times he woke up early, he was cuddling Windows 95's sleeping form. She was hugging his arm, entirely preventing him from getting up without awakening her and he so dearly wanted just that few extra moments of being in his homeland. Ah well. He attempted to slide his arm out slowly, but since she was ( Read more... )

Link awoke a few hours before the dawn. The gaurd had been changed perhaps an hour ago, a few men where gathering to lower the drawbridge but most of the populace remained asleep. Link, when sleeping in the wilderness, slept in snatches, awakening constantly to make sure there was no danger. He hadn't been able to sleep with his eyes open, so that ( Read more... )