Chetachi vs. Reagan A chill ran down Che’s spine. What was he thinking? This guy was made of metal, and he just watched the dude send someone flying with one punch. Yes, he had an advantage over him, but what was he supposed to do? He hated fighting. He’d always despised it. Nikki scoffed. “How? …
Che could feel their eyes on him as he continued walking, but he didn’t care. He hated bullies in real life let alone some video game, and he was done playing this one. He would find his own way out of this world, with or without any help from its inhabitants. “Hey, wait!” he turned …
Past, present, future… The Master Sword was a ship with which one could sail upstream and downstream through time’s river. The port of that ship was the Temple of Time. Zelda quickly darted around the rock formation, keeping her head low so as to not give away her location. She looked up at the sky. …
Zelda gazed up at the Desert Colossus, her hood sweeping against her face. The sandstorm was a mild annoyance, but it offered adequate cover from the potential sentries watching for intruders. She’d heard this was Ganondorf’s original hideout, so she was counting on the fact that there would be numerous guards patrolling. As she watched …
Zelda took a deep breath before diving into the lake, closing her eyes as the cold water crashed into her face as she plunged below its surface. When she opened them again, she looked around, taking in the murky surroundings of the lakebed. Thankfully, the sun was bright enough today to completely illuminate everything underwater. …
Time passed. People moved. Like a river’s flow, it never ended. A childish mind would turn to noble ambition. Young love would become deep affection. The clear water’s surface reflected growth. Zelda gazed into the depths of Lake Hylia, knowing she had every reason to hesitate. She’d awakened two Sages, and both had agreed to …
Small Towns With Skyscrapers Che had noticed the gentle breeze earlier, but that was before he became aware of his current predicament. Now, every blade of grass, every sound, big or small, and every sun beam that washed over his skin carried a new meaning. For a simulation, this was incredible! Even his interaction with …
“So What?” The stadium vibrated with shouts and uproar, the crowd jeering at Che and demanding the match continue. He looked up at them, trying to make out as many faces as he could. They all looked like normal people, yet there were so many of them here. Every seat in the stadium was full. …
“Why Do We Fight?” Che gasped, waiting for one of them to start laughing and tell him it was all a joke. Unfortunately, their expressions, while varied, remained constant. “What are you all talking about?” Che held up his palms, instantly refusing their proposition. “I can’t fight any of you! I’ve never even been in …
The Newcomer What was the point of fighting when you were weak? A low humming caused Che to stir, suddenly aware he had no idea where he was or how long he’d been asleep. He could hear voices in the distance, faint whispers. It was probably his next-door neighbors gossiping outside like usual. It would …