Today is Daddy's birthday!

I'm not sure how old he's turning. I lost track a few years ago, and to ask now right after T has asked, "You have a blog, R?" would probably not go over well.

This morning we walked. Econ was conducted mostly in the media center, north lab. The warm part. College English involved a quiz on Brave New World, an intro to a mini-research essay, and... yeah, mostly that. During 3rd, I read the assignment in BNW and then went to lunch. Lunch was pretty awesome today. It involved a discussion of Zant's sanity. Or lack thereof. All right, primarily his lack thereof. A discussion of Zant's sanity simply would not last very long. But it was fun, not only because of that, but because I got to inform R.G. what it's like to battle Zant, complete with sound effects and hand motions. That guy is so fun to imitate. Also crazy. Following lunch I studied kanji and, when I tired of that, wrote a prophecy for my [/Hyrule]. Oh! And I told R.G. about my plan to [/Hyrule] during lunch. She spazzed and wanted to know WHY?!. It's a natural reaction... Band... Well, I bet I'm last chair. I did all right with the pep band music though... that wasn't part of the test, though.

When I got home, I earned $10 by typing up the notes Dad's going to use in his lecture tomorrow! There were... subscripts and equations that weren't so fun to type, and lots of long words, but other than that it was fun. Well not fun, but decent. I've never really considered that before... I suppose I could do something like that for my day job...

Would you like to see the prophecy? It's a little... lame. Like really lame. XD And I don't feel like checking right now to make sure that Ganondorf was actually King of Thieves. I'm certain that he was a thief, but I'm not sure about his role in the tribe... Twinrova were his mothers... <--fully irrelevant information.
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When Nayru withholds her blessing from the land,
The sun will shine red from the heavens and the air will be still.
The faithless will lift their voices in confusion and suffering,
But the will not cry out to the goddesses,
Who will turn their faces away.
Flames will devour the land,
And the king of thieves will rise once more
To bring darkness upon Hyrule.
Though the blessed heroes of old will rise against the king of thieves,
They will not cast him down,
And instead he will cast them down.
When the fires burn brightest,
Hyrule will be thrown into darkness,
And will be no more.

Handwritten below the prophecy:
Everything depends on the long-forgotten shadows.
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Depressing, i'n it? Of course you already know what I mean by the shadows if you've been keeping up with me. Eee hee hee? I have that scene half-written so I think I'll think about that tonight.

The Weary

Iron Man is in my head. It's one of our pep band songs.

So today was decent... in econ, we started a stock-trading game; in English, we talked about the first few chapters of Brave New World and started a vocab pre-test. It was kinda fun. I'm starting to really like College English. During free period today I read Queen of Attolia. Hmmm... I wonder, have I mentioned that I love those books? Yes. I think I have. Multiple times. To the extent that it's annoying. xD Band was... the usual. Gonna totally fail the chair placement audition. Oh well. Maybe later I'll challenege, but maybe I'll be too lazy.

Ummm... I'm going to try this. It's for the [/Hyrule], but it'll be backstory, probably. I... I dunno. We'll see how this goes.
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"What is it, elder sisters? You do not look well."
(They look smaller than he remembers, and less radiant. Now they pause before answering him, as if unwilling. Farore speaks.) "Hyrule is going to end soon."
(He swallows.) "End?"
(Mute, Nayru nods.)
"My people...?"
(Farore again.) "They are yet intricately tied to Hyrule. With its end they will fall, though that which you call the Twilight Realm will remain."
(Jindal stares in disbelief. The goddesses--surely they could do something--)
"There is nothing we could do." (Nayru has read his thoughts.) "We have lost much of our power; Hyrule has forgotten us. And even had we our true power, we could not stop this. All worlds end." (Her eyes are the saddest he has ever seen them.)
(Din has not yet spoken. The fire is gone from her eyes and her posture is hunched.)
"Is it Ganondorf?" (Jindal ventures softly.)
"Yes." (Din answers him after a moment, bitterness in her voice.) "Ganondorf blessed by Power will put an end to our world, and I can do nothing."
(Nayru takes her hand and Farore clasps her shoulder. Din sighs. Was it proper for Jindal to feel sorry for her, a being so much greater than himself?)
"There is yet hope," (Nayru comforts him.) "My Princess and Farore's Hero will survive Hyrule's fall. And your Princess will, also."
(Jindal does not voice his confusion, only tilts his head to the side.)
"Ganondorf will attempt to invade the Twilight--you must warn your Princess of that," (Farore instructs him.) "And if you warn her, the power of the Fused Shadows will awake in her, and she will be able to halt Ganondorf at the Mirror."
"And with the power of the Shadows, she will save Hyrule's Chosen Ones. And can you guess where she will take them?" (It takes effort for Jindal not to sigh in relief--flame dances back into Din's eyes as she asks the question, certain of her superiority.)
(And he has a guess, but--it would be impossible. Such a thing--but if it were to be true--his heart quickens.)
"Yes, Jindal," (Farore answers softly.) "The Fused Shadows will fulfill their intended purpose once more. She will take them to the Sacred Realm--with our blessing."
(Jindal shivers--and suddenly he finds himself in tears, bawling as he hadn't since the night he realized his parents were gone and his tribe in a strange land.)
"Why do you weep?" (Nayru.)
(He doesn't know why. Joy that one of his people should reach the Sacred Realm at last? Despair at how long it had taken? Relief at this sign of forgiveness for the sin that he had taken part of?)
"I weep with awe, elder sisters," (he says finally.) "You have known always?"
"Always," (Nayru answers tenderly.)
(For a while longer, he cries, his face in his hands, and finally he raises his head to look at the goddesses.) "I am weary," (he tells them.) "May I sleep again?"
(The goddesses look at him with sympathy.) "Soon," (Farore says.) "You must warn your Princess first. Then speak to your court, and those who wish to sleep again may come to us."

(When he returns, he is alone. He grimaces wryly and gestures at the empty space around him.) "It's cowardly of me, isn't it? To abandon my people? My court was always stronger than I."
(Nayru draws near and lays a hand on his brow.) "You have known more than they have," (she tells him,) "and to know is a heavy burden." There is nothing to be ashamed of; you have served your people well. Do you wish to sleep?"
"A question first." (He cannot stop himself from asking.) "Have I been a tool?"
(All three goddesses shake their heads.) "You have been a player," (Din answers him.) "A player in the game that we started and we have watched."
"All right,"(he whispers.) "All right. I can accept that." (He is ashamed still--but he is so tired. He is full, full to the brim, full with love for his people and with awe for the goddesses.) "Good night, elder sisters."
(Jindal closes his eyes, and the goddesses loose his soul from the sleepless immortality they had given him long ago.)
"Good night, little brother."

Legend of Zelda: Blood-Red Sun

I caught a Hylian loach to-day. And I... worked on a fanfiction which involves... well... to put it very simply... [/Hyrule]. o_O Aheheheh. -_-; It will have no Twilight Princess spoilers! yet. But after the end I'll put a spoiler explaining how this awful sadistic idea came about. If I remember.

I also beat Ganondorf again, for the fun of distracting him via fishing rod.
Anyway, as soon as my computer finds it, I'll paste it into a Notepad doc because to get rid of all the formatting, and then into here.
Here, I found it. Oh, dang, that took out the enters. -sigh-
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The sun rose red over Hyrule.
The land was in the grip of a great drought. For almost five months, not a single drop of rain had fallen. Few crops had even managed to break the soil this year; there would be no harvest to speak of. And now, as summer drew to its high point with no sign of any cooling rain, people suffered from the searing heat of the red sun.
The sun had been an eerie red ever since the beginning of the drought.
In the small village of Kolha, a young man of about seventeen was on his way to sword training. He had blond hair and eyes the color of the deep sea. On the back of his left hand, there was a strange birthmark, three dark triangles that made a larger triangle.
“Good morning, Jolan,” he said as he saw his trainer.
Jolan smiled back. “Good morning, Link,” he said. “’Fraid I’m going to have to cut practice a little short today, if that’s all right. The mayor was wondering if you could go down and fetch some more water from the spring. The village is running low again.”
“Sure.”
“Sorry. I know it’s hardly fun to spend your day going back and forth from the spring with buckets that are full of water half the time.”
“It’s all right,” Link answered, waving away his trainer’s apology. “Everyone’s doing their part to help the village through the drought. Hauling water is how I help out.”
Jolan gave a laugh. “All right, if you say so. Then for today, I just want to make sure you remember everything I’ve taught you, and then I’ll send you on your way.”
So Link picked up a wooden practice sword, demonstrated the basic sword techniques Jolan had taught him, and sparred for a bit. Finally Jolan nodded in approval. “Nice work,” he said. “You know everything I can teach you. Now, before you—”
“Wait,” Link interrupted. “There’s something I want to show you. Stand back.”
Jolan obligingly took a few steps backwards.
“I’ve been working on this attack for a few months now,” Link told him. “I must have read about it at some point or something, because when I thought about it, it seemed like the idea had always been in my head. But anyway…”
He held out his sword behind him, took a deep breath, and then spun in a quick, controlled circle.
The grass at his feet was suddenly shorter.
“Wow,” Jolan said.
“I call it the spin attack,” Link explained. “The force of the spin gives more strength to the attack, and it also covers all fronts.” He grinned. “It is also, as you see, very nice for cutting grass.”
“So I see,” Jolan agreed. “It’s a great attack, Link. If I’d had any doubts before, you would have just assuaged them.”
“Doubts? About what?”
“About giving you this.” Jolan reached into his bag and brought out a sword and scabbard. “This is for you, Link. Use it well.”
Link took the sword and drew it. “Thank you, Jolan,” he said, touched.“You’re very welcome,” Jolan replied. “And here’s my advice: take it with you when you go to get the water. The drought may be bleeding us dry, but it doesn’t seem to bother monsters and strange creatures at all. They’re more plentiful than ever, and the path to the spring could get dangerous.”
Link nodded, thanked Jolan once again, and then set off for the spring with a pole over his shoulders and two buckets hanging off of it.
Despite Jolan's grave warning, Link found himself walking with an unusual spring in his step. His pride that Jolan had given him the sword completely overpowered any worry he might have felt over the man's advice.
But that changed very quickly when a screech ripped through the air.
Suddenly Link was surrounded by monsters. Misshapen humanoids swarmed towards him from the bushes, swinging crude clubs. He heard wingbeats behind him and turned to see a gigantic vulture swooping down on him. The vulture opened its beak and began to screech again--but Link dropped the buckets, whipped out his new sword, and sliced the creature's neck. It fell to the ground, and Link turned back to the humanoids.
"Damn!" he swore under his breath, his heart pounding. There were so many of them--too many. It quickly became clear that beating them individually wasn't going to get him anywhere. He'd have to use the yet un-tested spin attack.
He held his blade out, focused, let the monsters draw closer. And then he released the attack.
The monsters fell dead at his feet.
Link sheathed the sword and waited for his heart-rate to slow back to normal. He gave a slow sigh of relief.
Then, just as he shouldered the buckets again, he heard hoofbeats. A white horse came into view, ridden by a person in a long gray cloak and a masquerade mask with a cloth over his or her hair, so that only his or her mouth was visible. The horse stopped in front of Link.
"Is your name Link?" the rider asked. It was a female voice.
"Yeah," Link answered, bewildered.
The mouth curved slightly in a smile. "I've been searching for you," she said. "I need to speak with you. Hyrule is in grave danger."
~
So, the inspiration for this depressing little idea. It's got spoiler-ish-ness for the appearance of the eighth dungeon:



I was thinking about Twilight at night a while ago, thinking about how strange it is that if you look out from the Palace you see these floating buildings (which obviously they have to warp to). The bottoms kind of... taper off. Kind as if they used to be part of something else.
I made a decision about what that world was: it was the goddesses' world once. But it ended, and they, once princesses in that world, go and create a new world--Hyrule--and become its goddesses.
So yeah, that's what inspired it. Not much of a story, is it?