theohsowindmagevaati

Prologue - Grieving There once was an asylum set in an old forest down by the old creek.. "Joseph, where are those papers? I told you to print those out for me for our presentation!" A tired man in his early thirties hunched over the pot of coffee, his expression was one of fatigue. "Listen, I have had a lot on my mind since my wife has passed away." A young man turned his face away from the older man. His blond hair hiding one of his bright hazel eyes. The man, Joseph, fidgeted uncomfortably as troubling thoughts ran through his mind. "Yeah, but she's gone, so get over it already. Its starting to affect our work time." The black haired m

Prologue~ Melody It was quite a beautiful night as snowflakes gently fluttered to the ground adding to the cover of pure white snow. Snow covered owls flew from branch to branch watching closely as a young girl walked by, her blonde hair all froze and covered in snow. The young girl's dress was a complete disaster, mud splotches covered few areas of her purple dress. Her shoes were torn very badly, almost as if they were chewed on by a huge beast. Finally, the girl stopped walking, she shook as her fear and coldness had finally got to her. It had been half of the day that she had been walking soon after of what had happened to her; she was

#3 Story time with Vaati (short) I normally never tell stories, seeing as they give people beliefs; if I told you a story of a hero that lived many years ago, you'd all believe that he, the horrible boy had lived and then you will all tell them to your sons, daughters, grandsons, granddaughters, and even with the weird friend that you have. You may think that this story I am about to tell you is about me, the ever glorious, better than thou Vaati the Wind Mage. This story is not about me, I swear to din! If so much as start comparing me to my character, I will hunt you down and turn you all to stone! Its because I'm embarrassed... lets get

Memory Rush "Vaati?" Princess Zelda called out to her kidnapper in clear emotional stress. Her dainty gloved hand was outstretched for the mage to grasp, but he never did. Instead, he only turned to look at her with a questioning glare, saying as though he wanted to leave. "Vaati, don't go. You'll be killed by the hero if you choose to leave. We've been through so much-" Vaati hushed her with a grin, it wasn't a sure one rather just a way of giving the princess a hint that he knew of her feelings. He tilted his head to the side to show both of his red ruby eyes. They reflected a dim light of uncertainty,  making the princess all too unhappy