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Stoneflower-Waya — The Hero of Wolves: Cpt 2

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Description                                      The Hero of Wolves
                                               By The Wolfess

                                  
                                  Chapter Two: Post-War Hyrule


A bird chirped its familiar song outside of Link’s window as the first soft rays of dawn drifted over his face. Deep in slumber, the warrior groaned and turned his back to the light, letting dreams continue to consume his mind. Behind sleeping eyelids there was no escape from the questions Link avoided asking himself. Images flashed in his mind, painting his nightmares with faces, pools of monster blood, and death cries. Link saw himself in a room surrounded by all manner of evil creatures, fighting to the death and losing as each monster he killed rose up again to consume him. Through the raging calls of the creatures, a dark figure made its way toward the weak hero, unsheathing a long red blade and laughing.

Link snapped up, cursing as his head slammed against the low wooden ceiling. His eyes were wide, breathing hard, and his skin was covered in goose bumps and cold sweat. Oh, how he hoped that these nightmares weren’t going to become a regular occurrence. The one morning he was able to wake up peacefully and there are visions of his own death dancing through his head. Leaning his back against the wall, Link looked down at his left hand and blinked. Why was he holding his sword? Deep cuts in the ceiling above where he had been sleeping answered that question. Link cleared his throat and sheathed the blade, swinging it and the shield onto his back and climbing down the ladder.

There was a loaf of bread from Sera sitting on the table next to his journal. He broke off a piece and ate it with one hand, using the other to scoop water out of a bowl on the floor and splash it over his face, neck, and hair, which he then combed with his fingers. This, finally, felt normal: a small breakfast of bread and milk while washing with cold water to wake himself up. This was how he used to start every morning. Afterward, he would go outside and take Epona to the spring for a wash down, as well as the fact that the best berry bushes were nearby and he could sneak her a treat before the day began.

This morning would not go that way, however. Link picked up his lantern and climbed down the ladder to the dark basement. He set the lantern on a crate in the middle of the room and unlocked the chest. Most of the things in here would need to be packed onto Epona for the ride to Hyrule Castle Town; there was no telling how long he would be gone or what he might encounter along the way. It was good to be prepared for everything at all times.

He grabbed a few goat-hide roles off of the shelves and packed the items into them, filling one with weapons, one with bottles, record books, and his other tunic and suit of armor. The third would be filled with provisions like food, money, and arrows. Jovani’s house was a stop he planned to make while he was in Hyrule Castle Town; there were some things that Ordon would be better to have. Fado definitely needed a better way to herd the goats, that was for sure.

Link rolled up the packs and tied them shut, tossing them up to the main floor. All that remained was his tunic and the scroll. Slipping the chain mail over the tan pants and white undershirt had been difficult the first few times because he got things caught in it, but he came to be good with it and grateful for it. A sigh escaped Link as he slipped on the green tunic and cap, securing his feet in the leather boots. Now he felt ready; now he felt normal.

As the warrior secured the wrist guards, bracers, belts, and other accessories he contemplated the ancient tunic and wondered why he couldn’t seem to feel comfortable without it on. Having lived as a goat shepherd and wore the same clothes every day of his twenty years of life, one would think that he would be comfortable in the Ordon-style clothing, but his body wanted to wear the green tunic and would take no alternative.

This was one of many changes in the warrior since he awakened as the hero. He often wondered, during his journey, weather he was turning into someone else or if the boy he had been before was someone else and he was merely turning into who he really was. The answer still eluded him. Equipped and mostly packed, Link picked up the scroll, put his Ordon clothes in the chest, and hooked the lantern to his belt as he climbed up the ladder. He blew out the lantern and slipped it into the second roll, and then turned his attention to the scroll.

There was no putting it off any longer, and a part of him was as curious as everyone else in the mayor’s house as to why the Princess of Hyrule was calling on him. To send him a handwritten scroll along with the message was unusual because that is a privilege usually reserved the higher nobility of Hyrule. Link turned the scroll over in his hand and sat down on a nearby chair, breaking the wax seal with the edge of a small dagger on his belt.

“To Link of Ordon Providence,
From her Majesty Princess Zelda of Hyrule,
In the third week of the summer quarter,
I wish to thank you in both writing and personally for the services you gave to Hyrule. There are many matters I wish to discuss with you and would very much like the pleasure of your company at my court. The hardships of your journey likely weigh heavy on you and undoubtedly you desire rest, therefore you may come whenever you feel it is most convenient. Present this scroll to the guards when you come and you will be escorted directly to my throne. I look forward to our meeting.
Cordially,
Zelda Nohansen Harkine, the Princess of Hyrule”

Link reread the scroll several times before slipping it inside one of the rolls and lifting them onto his back. There was no use in delaying, and the prospect of speaking about the events that recently transpired was more than appealing to him. Epona stood nearby the house and followed him with her eyes as he loaded the packs. “Zelda has summoned me, Epona,” he explained. “We’ll leave right away. I’m going to tell Mayor Bo and then we’ll be off.” The horse blew air out through her lips and nudged Link’s shoulder, then headed toward the spring as he walked down to the village.

The mayor was standing outside his house waiting as Link approached. His big arms were crossed over his chest and his gaze, sharp as ever, pierced him. “So, you are leaving right away,” the mayor said in his gruff voice.

Link nodded.  “Yes. I don’t know when I’ll be back. It could be soon, could be a long time.”

Mayor Bo hung his head and tapped his foot. “Everyone will miss you. You’ve just come home.”

“I know,” Link said. “Will you tell them I said goodbye?”

Mayor Bo nodded and the two men shook hands. “Have a safe journey, m’boy.”

“Thanks Bo.” That done the warrior walked back toward his house, where Epona stood waiting for him. He put his foot in the stirrup and swung himself onto her tall, broad back.

“Hey, wait!” Link turned in the saddle. Ilia ran up the path waving a hand in the air. She stopped at Epona’s side and touched his leg. “You’re leaving so soon?”
Link nodded. “I have to.”

The mayor’s daughter opened her mouth to say some protest that would make him stay, even for just a few more days, but the look in his blue eyes gave her pause. They seemed darker and older than they used to before the Ordon raid. If leaving is what it took to restore him to the boy she used to know, then who was she to stop him? It definitely wasn’t going to happen if he stayed in Ordon, she knew that. With a sigh, she took her hand off his leg. “Have a safe trip, Link. I hope you come home soon.”

Link reached over and hooked a finger under her chin, lifting her eyes to his. For a moment he merely held her gaze, observing the evidence of tears she was trying to hold back. “You will always be my friend, Ilia. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be safe. Just take care of things around here for me,” he chuckled a bit. “You know the kids are too much for their parents to handle. You’re the only one they’ll listen to now.”
Ilia smiled and laughed a bit. She backed away and waved as Link spurred Epona on and galloped toward Faron Woods, then on to Hyrule field. For the longest time, she merely stood there watching the dust from Epona’s hooves settle.

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By the time Epona clopped into Kakariko it was five marks past noon and the shadows were lengthening from the buildings. Boards were still over many windows and doors like bandages over festering wounds that refused to heal properly. The absence of Kakariko Hylians that Link never met weighed heavier on this town than it had in wartime, for it was in the rebuilding and healing of post-war peace that the reality of their permanent outplacement was truly felt. Kakariko was expected to go back to the way it was before, though that will never happen. The people of the town were permanently changed and the mourning of their hearts hung on the very air of this town like swamp humidity.

Link clicked his tongue and stopped Epona in front of the Inn, leaping off her right side and patting her flank. She wandered toward the cool spring water and Link stomped up the wooden steps and inside. Sunlight filtered in through dusty windows and didn’t really illuminate anything, while dim candles adorned various spaces and an unnecessary fire burned in the hearth. Scattered around the main room where Kakariko’s regular patrons: Gorons, wanderers, traders, mercenaries, and Hyrulian Soldiers. They were a shady, rag-tag bunch, most of who never stayed for more than a night or two.

It was the soldiers that caught Link’s attention as he made his way toward the bar to stock up on potions and food. They sat around in a group with empty mugs of mead, laughing and singing off-key to childhood fight songs. They had beer-bellies and pristine armor, lacking a single battle scratch or blood stain, and the clothing that peaked out from their armor was yellow with filth.

Behind the bar was an elderly man that Link didn’t know. He looked gaunt and experienced, with graying facial hair and a balding head. In his hand he held a rag and was cleaning dirty mugs. As Link approached, the old man put down his rag and cleared his throat, peering through half-moon frames from under bushy eyebrows. “Can I do something for you, son?”

“Yes, thank you. I need a red potion, a bottle of milk, a loaf of bread, two and a half pounds of carrots, and four pounds of dried meat.” Link placed a couple empty bottles on the counter and fished out his pouch, putting down the amount of rupees he knew it would cost.

The old man counted the rupees and stuffed them in his apron pocket. “Right.” As he turned to gather the said items Link caught a whiff of smoke, rancid aging flesh, and drying beer. He wrinkled his nose and snorted, shaking his head a bit. The old man frowned, watching the young warrior from the corner of his eyes.

The first bottle of milk was thumped onto the bar next to Link’s arm, an old gnarled hand gripping the neck of it. The old man licked dry lips and let go. “Name’s Borley,” he said, and thumped down the bottle of red potion next to the first bottle. “I used to live in castle town, east side,” he spoke as he gathered and weighed the remaining items and tossed them onto the bar. “I moved here a few weeks ago because this here inn was in need of a bar tender and I was sick of the city. A bunch of shallow people and crooked store owners, and the soldiers…” he threw a glare at the rambunctious huddle and snorted, weighing out the last of the meat and tying the bag.

“I know what you mean,” Link said, grabbing his purchases and stepping away from the bar. “I was nice to meet you Borley.”

“Wait a second, young man,” The bar tender gripped Link’s wrist and peered into his eyes. “I know who you are, boy. What you did for us…thank you. I seen you running around Castle Town all the time, and I seen you enter the castle and not come out, and then the war was over all of a sudden. I know it was you. Everybody knows. Just want to give ya my gratitude.”

Link placed his hand over the gnarled one on his arm and smiled. The old man nodded and let go, picking his up rag and returning to his dirty mugs with a wet glimmer in his eye. With a last glance at the soldiers, three of whom were the ones that came to Ordon, he left the Inn. Epona walked over to him and pushed her nose at the carrot bag, shifting her weight from hoof to hoof. Link laughed.

“So, you want one of these huh?” He got a carrot out of one of the bags, holding it up to her nose. She whinnied and nibbled on it a little bit at the time, her eyes half closed, as if savoring every little bit of carrot that graced her tongue. Holding the carrot with one hand, Link loaded the rest of the food into her packs with the other and secured them as best he could.

The young warrior gripped the saddle horn and swung himself up, shifting in the worn, chaffed leather to find the right spot. Epona was a draft horse, so when he sat atop her he was almost eye-level with the edge of the town’s roofs and his legs were splayed out. She was a horse bred for two things: hard labor and battle. Draft horses were the only breed used in combat because they alone had the strength to carry the knight and all his armor and weapons, as well as its own armor. Being the only horse in town, Epona had always been well-kept, hard worked, and much loved.

Link nudged her sides and guided her toward the northern gate, planning to enter Castle Town from the east bridge. They clopped through the main street of Kakariko at a walk, allowing Link the time to look around and wonder who all the new faces were. It was as if now that the war was over and people could travel outside of their towns safely, hundreds of Hylians were working their way out of their hiding spots.

The Gorons, more social than they like to admit, loved it, especially the wrinkled and painted elders standing outside of the Kakariko Malo Mart and doing some strange dance. Remembering Castle Town’s Malo Mart and the odd dances they do there, Link shivered and sped Epona up, passing by the old gate and out to Hyrule Field. I guess that’s what happens when a six year old owns a chain of convenience stores, Link thought and chuckled.

The gallop through Hyrule field was uneventful since the war ended. The Bulbins that used to infest the field in years past had retreated to the desert since their King acknowledged Link’s strength. In respect for the strongest warrior, they retreated from Hylian-inhabited areas to remote places where they could attack other things in peace.

The orange evening sunlight forced the warrior to squint, the blue of his pupils dilating and shining like the gleam from his weapons in the sunlight. Epona’s hooves galloped over the wood of the drawbridge and then stone, slowing to a stop right at the gate. Link’s breath quickened, his tongue salivating, and his attention drifted to the wolf stone…and then Epona reared and neighed, tossing him off the back.

“Oof! Epona!” Link stood on his knees and hands, crawling around to her front and glaring into her eyes. “Yeah, I can see you laughing. Really funny.” She tossed her head and danced on her hooves. The warrior couldn’t help but chuckle, and stood up, brushing off the dust. He patted her neck and sifted through the pouches on her back, pulling out the scroll and a few other items he would need and throwing them into a burlap sack.

The torches were being lit as Link walked through the gate with the sack slung over his right shoulder. A soldier was leaning against the wall with his helmet crooked, emitting a sonorous snore as he caught up on his sleep during guard hours. Link narrowed his eyes at the man and pushed his foot out from beneath him. The lax guard fell down, sputtered and cursed a bit, and then fell back to sleep. Rolling his eyes, Link turned left into a darker alley, away from the medicinal center and the lazy soldier, with long, purposeful strides that clomped over the cobblestone streets.

His fists were balled at his sides, eyes shifting from shadow to shadow. Night owls, drunkards, and thieves lingered in the dark spots of the nighttime city, smoking in huddled, grimy groups and peering out at the green warrior from beneath their cloak hoods. Even in times of “peace” one could not walk the streets and be safe. Indeed, Link wondered if security was a reality in any corner of Hyrule, even with the enemy defeated. Such things as peace and security were a luxury afforded only by the rich.

Taking another left turn, Link descended a narrow stairway to the inviting glow of Telma’s Bar. He closed his eyes in the waft of warm air that greeted him, breathing deep the scent of food, burning wood, and pipe smoke. The muscles in his shoulders relaxed and the smile on his face reached his eyes for once. He glanced over to the table where the group that he met with during his journey used to pour over their maps and speculate, not surprised that they weren’t there. Ashei, Auru, Shad, and Rusl had been key players in his journey and had saved his butt big time more than once.

As Link closed the door behind him and walked into the main part of the tavern, everyone fell silent. They looked at him from over their food, mugs, and friends with mixed expressions. Some seemed grateful, some awed, and some malicious as they looked at the green warrior. They knew what he had done for Hyrule. Most of the people didn’t know exactly what had happened, but most suspected that Link was the reason they were free. In every corner of Hyrule tales were being told about his deeds. Every town and race had their own theories on who –and what– he was.

“Link! How are you doin’ sugar?”

The booming voice of Telma, the bar’s owner, broke through the silence, and Link grinned as he walked over to the bar and sat down. “I’m good. Great to see you.”
Telma was a tall, robust woman with dark olive skin and hair weaved into braids and tied in a golden hoop on the back of her head. The heartiness and vigor with which she lived was overwhelming to the meek and young, but Link had always welcomed it. Hers was an open room, a free meal, and a friendly face whenever the warrior needed a break to feel human again. Now she leaned over the counter and caught Link in a crushing hug, then reached under the bar and plopped a bottle of milk in front of him.

“On the house, honey,” she said, dropping the bar rag in her hand into the sink and leaning her hip against the counter. Link nodded and popped off the cork. “Here I thought you’d be home with that Ilia. What brings a stud like you back here?”

“Just business.” He took a swig and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Telma rolled her eyes, the gold hoops in her ears jingling.

“Yeah…and any business involving you is hush-hush, I know.” They both laughed, despite the fact that it was true. Midna had insisted on silence, and once Link had matured he understood why and maintained that measure of care. Announcing to an entire bar, all of whom were listening to his conversation, that he received a personal summons from the acting queen and was here to see her…well, that wouldn’t go over so well.

Telma dangled a key in front of Link’s eyes. “Your room is ready if ya need it honey.”

“Thanks.” Link took the key and palmed it. “I’ll head there now. See you in the morning, Telma.”

“G`night sugar.”

Link picked up his sack and the bottle of milk and made his way toward the room in the back of the bar that Telma saved for him. As soon as the door was closed, the noise level in the bar rose considerably. He paid them no heed and locked the door behind him, turning to face the room he had slept in more than once with Midna. It was small and sparsely furnished, containing a bed, a chest, and a desk with a lamp. It worked for his purposes though, and it was the only spare Telma had. She made it quite clear that it was a bar she ran not an inn, and if people wanted one of those they could travel to Kakariko.

Link put his things inside the chest and leaned his sword and shield against the wall. Blowing the lamp out, he sat on the edge of the bed and stared into the darkness of the walls around him. Tomorrow he would see Princess Zelda and most likely discuss the truth of his entire adventure. Here at the bar in his locked room there was no danger of random people walking in on him without knocking, as his friends in Ordon felt at liberty to do. They had always been that way because that is just the kind of town it is. No has anything to hide, as if they would be able to have secrets in such a small town.

Of course, that was before the journey. It was strange to him how annoyed he felt when they barged in on him. It was irritating how many times during the day that his rough fingers stroked the pouch that held the wolf crystal. He wanted to take it out and stare at it even if he didn’t turn, but it was too dangerous and there were always people around.

Here in the concealment of the locked bar room there was no one to barge in, no one to hide from. If some thief was stupid enough to pick the lock, Link didn’t have to hold himself back from attacking the man. Link tied the hemp collar around his neck and groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as his bones changed, his senses sharpened, and his fur grew. The transformation consumed him, and in this protected space he gave in to it all. There was no one with him. No one to protect, no one to avoid, no one to talk to him and remind him of his Hylian nature.

Blue eyes remained unchanged, and yet sparkled with a rapturous joy. The chain clinked around his forepaw. His ears turned to catch the many sounds available to him, the blue earrings on each jingling and sparkling from the light under the door. As a wolf he could see in the dark with no problem, and searched around the corners of his room with ease for bits of dried meat he had hidden for himself on previous stays. Panting, tongue rolling out over the side of his open maw, the blue-eyed beast roamed his room, muscles shifting and flexing underneath his fur as he jumped from surface to surface.

The wolf came to rest on his bed, his eyes fixed on the closed door. He laid his chin on his forepaws and listened to the bar patrons talk within the Hylian world beyond his wooden door.

“-bout that guy. Everybody’s talking about him. Is any of it true?”

“I dunno. I heard he unfroze the Zoras and saved the life of their new King.”

“I heard he changed the Goron leader from a monster back to normal.”

“I heard he raced the Yetis and had soup with them.”

“I heard he’s a demon and he’s the reason we were at war in the first place.”

“I think he good.”

“No, he’s evil.”

“He saved us.”

“We got no reason to trust him.”

“He’s just a ranch hand from Ordon, right?”

The talk continued well into the night. Listening to it, Link’s eyes drooped. He curled his furry body into a ball, laid his tail over his nose, and fell asleep.

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As the beast of foretold legends lay to rest, an elaborate chariot of deep violet drawn by a team of four horses rolled over the dirty cobblestone streets toward the wooden castle gates. The driver, a stocky man with a solder’s uniform, bounced down from his seat and pounded his fist against the door three times. A few moments later the door opened with the deep groan of aging wood and iron. A single guard’s face could be seen through the crack.

“State your identity and purpose.”

“Graetin, driving a royal carriage bearing her majesty the Princess Zelda on a return trip from neighboring villages.”

The soldier nodded and moved away from the door. Some shouting was heard and the march of armored feet to the door. Four soldiers grasped the iron handles and threw their weight backward, dragging the doors open all the way so that the carriage could enter the inner courtyards. The driver nodded and wobbled back to the carriage, grunting and spitting as he pulled himself into the seat and snapped the whip, guiding the carriage onward.

The inside of the carriage was lined with black velvet and satin with the royal crest embroidered in gold on every surface. Hyrule’s princess, newly restored to her rightful place, leaned her chin on her fist and looked out the window. Her mind felt tired, and her heart ached, leaving a lump in her throat that was more than tears, more than guilt.

The golden tiara on her forehead felt heavy tonight. This diplomatic mission to all the tribes and lands of Hyrule had been long and taxing. There were so many questions…and she had no answer for them. What could she say to them? The prophecies of old came to fruition and she had not been ready. The world was saved by an Ordon ranch boy of no stature or rank. Every citizen of Hyrule had been turned into a non-living spirits in a land covered with an invisible plague by a madman and another man with no physical body who held the power of the gods.
‘What happened’ indeed. There was no answer for that yet. No answer that her people would understand at least.

The carriage rolled to a stop. A man from the castle opened the door and held out his hand to her. “Welcome home your highness.”

Zelda inclined her head and took his hand, lifting the corner of her dress as she stepped out of the carriage. Forrad stood in the open door waiting for her, appointment book in hand. He had been her royal advisor since she ascended to the throne as a girl, and his gray hair could not hide the sharpness of his gaze. She unclasped the cloak around her shoulders when she walked inside, handing it to the servant who waited nearby, and walked toward the staircase that would take her to her room. Forrad tagged along and jabbered off the schedule to her.

“I’m glad you’re home, highness. There is much that needs to be done in the wake of your return to power. The castle needs major repairs, including the staircase to the throne room, which has temporarily been repaired with planks of wood. The Zoras need help getting a large rock out of their throne room, the Goron Mines need major repairs, and both the hidden Sheikah village and Kakariko village are in a bad way. There also needs to be an assessment of the number of deaths in Hyrule since the beginning of the siege, as the amount is significant. The head of command of your army was killed during the war and needs a replacement. Top of the list, however, is an official statement to all the lands, peoples, and races of Hyrule about what happened. The people are demanding it. No one knows anything and they will feel betrayed if you continue to say nothing.”

“I understand, Forrad, but the people are not ready for it and neither am I.” Zelda turned a corner on the stone stairway and down a hallway on the right that led to a large cedar door with silver markings –her bedroom. She stopped in front of it and turned to her advisor, noting the disapproval on his face. “I know you do not approve, but you will have to trust my judgment.”

“Forgive me, Zelda,” Forrad bowed at the waist, the appointment book closed and held to his chest. “But I must disagree. You may not want to think of it or address it, but your people are not ignorant. It is a requirement.”

Zelda narrowed her blue eyes, placing a gloved hand on her doorknob. “You step out of your right, sir. I know facts about what happened that not even you can comprehend just yet. Before any statement is made I require an audience with one man, and I have sent for him. I have confidence he will not delay in his answer. The matter will be resolved then and not a moment before.” She turned to her door and opened it, then paused and turned back to her advisor. “Before you ask, because I know you want to, his name is Link of Ordon Providence. He will come wearing green. Tell no one, and thank you for your concern.”

The aging man bowed again and smiled as he looked at Zelda. “Informally, your highness, I miss the days when you were young and I advised you. Your wisdom continues to amaze this old man.”

Zelda laughed a bit, a smile gracing her lips that hadn’t been seen for a long time. She touched his balding head with her fingertips. “You flatter me, my friend, and hold me too high. It is only by the grace of the goddesses that I am anything more than my predecessors. Now, goodnight. Sleep well, for tomorrow will be as busy as today.”

The door closed behind her, and Zelda turned to the lit expanse of her bedroom. A servant had already lit a fire in the hearth and rolled down her quilts, leaving a nightgown on the pillow for her. Safe behind the door, the princess leaned against it and sighed, resting her head on the wood.

The gold plates on her shoulders felt heavy in these troubled times, as if the weight of her duty were carried on them. Gold jewelry and expensive fabric set her apart in any crowd, signifying her status as princess and acting queen. Her father dead, the land and the people rested on her shoulders. How good and wise she must have looked when the first thing that happened upon her ascension to the throne was that the land entered into war and lost. Sure, the circumstances were such that no one could have been prepared for them, but a hurt, grieving people were not a rational people.

The gold and tiara came off first, and piece by piece the princess undressed and slipped into her gown. A servant would enter as she slept and put out the fire, secure her clothing, and lock down the castle for the night. The princess climbed into her bed and drew the satin sheets and embroidered quilts around her. Grief and worry gave way to exhaustion and the princess fell asleep before her head hit the pillow, the unified cry of a demanding people in her mind and the hope for Link’s quick answer in her heart. He alone could understand the hardship of telling the ones she loved, her people, the truth about everything that happened. Perhaps he could help her decide what they were ready for and what would be best kept hidden.
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Comments: 10

whitenitefury [2012-01-19 23:46:51 +0000 UTC]

Hey, Stoneflower! Love the fanfic!! Do u think u could maybe post chapters 4 thru 8 (or however many now) here on DA, too?? My computer wont allow me to go to fanfiction.net... which sux!!

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Stoneflower-Waya In reply to whitenitefury [2012-01-21 16:40:51 +0000 UTC]

Yeah, I can do that. The first book is actually finished, and the second book (Shadow Kingdom) has started. I started uploading them here, but the formatting needs to be changed for DA and that takes a lot of time. Since I have requests though, I'll do my best to start uploading them.

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whitenitefury In reply to Stoneflower-Waya [2012-01-21 19:16:58 +0000 UTC]

thank youz!! plz try to get them on here soon!!

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StephaniaArts [2008-06-07 16:44:44 +0000 UTC]

this story just keeps getting better and better, plz, i beg of u to post up the rest of it so i can enjoy the talent and effort u have put into this, for it is one of the most interesting stories i've read for a long time, so plz keep up the awesome work!

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Stoneflower-Waya In reply to StephaniaArts [2008-06-09 23:57:36 +0000 UTC]

I'll upload chapter 3 right now, how's that? I'm so glad that you're enjoying it so much.

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armygirl30 In reply to Stoneflower-Waya [2009-07-01 01:49:09 +0000 UTC]

could u link ur clips of this my computer is stubborn and wont let me read the others u uploaded

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Stoneflower-Waya In reply to armygirl30 [2009-07-01 19:45:20 +0000 UTC]

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the whole story is located at that link. Just scroll down a little and click on "The Hero of Wolves". thanks for reading!

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StephaniaArts In reply to Stoneflower-Waya [2008-06-10 07:47:03 +0000 UTC]

plz do, it's wonderful, although i read until ch.8 at ff.net XDD u do plan on continuing the story from ch.8?

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Stoneflower-Waya In reply to StephaniaArts [2008-06-11 01:03:27 +0000 UTC]

oh! Haha, yes, I am planning on it. Slow going though...lots of factors.

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StephaniaArts In reply to Stoneflower-Waya [2008-06-11 08:19:04 +0000 UTC]

XDDD i know how u feeö, that happens to me to XDD

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