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I've decided to make the dive into writing fanfiction. For my first effort is an outside-canon fan-fic about the Legend of Zelda. It started life as a "Zelda game designed by me" thought experiment, now being converted into written format to get around the issue that I'm unlikely to be hired by Nintendo any time soon. The purpose of the fanfic is to both critically examine the common tropes and story elements of the game series while incorporating elements that are more often found in crack-fic. It's ambitious, and like most internet projects, could end in failure. But once I get an idea, it's hard to get it out of my head without committing it to some form of medium. Here's the setup: the continent of Marran, once the home of the ancient kingdom of Hyrule and it's neighbors, has fallen into a dark age. Magic, once common, has nearly disappeared entirely. The last vestiges of common civilization are a dedicated population of storytellers-bards, skalds, and the like-who are dedicated to the preservation of the stories and poems written by civilizations long past. Aiding them in this effort is a Monastery run by a collection of nuns named the Order of Vision that houses the largest surviving library on the continent. There are countless stories told and retold across the land. The most experienced skalds, as well as senior nuns of the order have noted elements of many of these stories that show up time and again - a Mono Myth. The details may differ, sometimes drastically, but they are all fundamentally the same story - the tale of a Hero, a Princess, and a Dark Lord, and how the three interact with each other. No one knows where this story of stories originated, but it has had a profound effect on the culture and history of the land. But there is more to this land than just tales of heroism that make it stand out. Beyond the physical world is a place where dreams are said to take place. Each night, a person's consciousness is transported to this realm, where there dreams play out. Normally, these dreams are isolated from each other. In fact, most are unaware that there even is a Dreamrealm. But the Order of Vision practices one of the last remaining forms of genuine magic in the land - Dream Manipulation. Practitioners are able to connect with anyone asleep, allowing them to participate in their dreams and even alter them. More importantly, these rituals can permit the dreamer to escape the usual boundaries of dreams and explore the Dreamrealm freely, opening up the possibility of influencing the dreams - and thus the thoughts - of everyone. The Order of Vision realizes the danger such rituals hold, and practice them only for the most important events. But the Dreamrealm is unpredictable and can even be prophetic, and even the most skilled practitioner can set in motion events she had no intention of setting off. One night on close to Midsummer, a student of the Vision of Order prepares a right called Nayru's Reach as part of her initiation as a full member of the order. On the other side of the continent, a young goat herder returns to his family's house after a long day in the field. Hilarity-as well as Serious Business-is about to ensue... Mahoshonen Presents: The Legend of Zelda: the Dream of Journeys. p.s. I'm having trouble setting up an account on fanfiction.net. I get through signing up, but then no confirmation email appears. tl;dr Dual-world Zelda where one world is Zelda meets Inception meets TV Tropes, and the other is Zelda meets Lord of the Rings and populated by literature wonks that gush over Legend of Zelda fanfics. Yeah...
edited 24th Mar '11 1:13:19 AM by Mahoshonen
The Legend of Zelda: Dream of Journeys Ch. 1 High in the White Storm Mountains, far from civilization, was a great monastery, one of the last centers of learning in the land that was once Hyrule. This was the Monastery of the Ibis, home to the Order of Vision. Every year, the nuns of this order descended from these peaks and traveled across the continent of Marran, seeking out suitable candidates to join their ranks. Parents saw it as an honor for their daughter to be chosen, but the nuns are very choosy; on average, just one girl, no older than five years of age, returns with the nuns at the end of their journey. At the monastery, they are taught the knowledge necessary to maintain the sciences, magic tomes, and literature of the lost kingdom of Hyrule for the day that the people once again place value in the written word. There is one other skill the young girls learn. One that the Order of Vision does not share with outsiders, and in fact hardly uses at all. Yet it is a skill that the elders feel all its members must be able to demonstrate before they are considered full members of the Order. It had been 11 years since Chelsy had been brought to the Monastery. She hardly remembered life outside the high walls. Her mother’s face, a stream she played in as a child, and that was it. All the other memories she had as a child were at the monastery. And tomorrow morning, she would no longer be a child even. She would be a full acolyte, responsible for maintaining and preserving the vast storehouse of knowledge within the library. All that was left was one ritual-Nayru’s Reach. In a few minutes, Chelsy would drift off into sleep, and her subconscious would join with another in the realm of dreams. She had practiced this much with her teachers and her peers, but tonight she was taking it one step further. She would call on the ability of Naryu’s Reach to bridge the divide between the Realm of Dreams and the Real World-the actions in one realm could influence the thoughts of others. The change was usually small, though of course legend speaks of this connection bringing monumental changes. But then, that’s how things always were in legend-always bigger, louder and more dramatic. To add a further wrinkle to the ritual, Chelsy was not reaching out to anyone in particular with this ritual; it was a “free reach,” so to speak. Theoretically, she could bestow the blessing of Naryu’s Blessing on anyone in the continent - whether they wanted it or not. That’s what seemed to be bugging her more than the fact that she’d never done this before. Chelsy was dressed in a ceremonial night gown. It had gold trimmings on its sleeves and was embodied with the holy symbols of the order, but was otherwise no different from the plain white night gown she wore to bed every other night. She sat at the edge of a bed in a chamber specially set aside for this ritual. She was alone save for the Abbottess Herna. Chelsy watched silently as Herna prepared the draught that would quickly put her to sleep. The silence in the room was unnerving. Herna finally broke the tension. “Nervous, little Chelsy?” Chelsy hardly missed a beat. “Not at all, Mother Herna.” Despite being shorter than most of the adults at the monastery, the elderly Abbottess prefixed ‘little’ before everyone’s name. Chelsy supposed that once you reached a certain age, you had the right to call people whatever you wanted to. Herna chuckled, “I thought you knew better than to lie to the elders, Chelsy.” She turned from the table and brought a chalice filled part-way with a slightly sweet-smelly liquid. Chelsy responded with a wry smile that probably betrayed more jitters than she hoped, and she took the chalice from Herna and started the incantation. “Ah, ah, Chelsy! Aren’t I allowed to give you some sage advice before you begin your test?” Herna interrupted. Chelsy stopped. “Of course not, Mother Herna. What advise do you have?” The smile on Herna’s wizened face faded a bit, and her voice took on a serious edge. “Remember, Chelsy, that this ritual you are about to perform is not only about you passing an initiation. Releasing the full potential of Naryu’s Reach can be a blessing upon whoever it touches, but it can also be a curse. The Reach can have profound effects on the communities that receive them. Bear this in mind when you meet your beneficiary.” Chelsy frowned. “If that is the case, then why do the elders make the use of their most potent ritual part of the rite of initiation when they dare not invoke it themselves? I know I’ve asked that question before, but I don’t feel I’ve gotten a satisfactory answer.” Herna nodded. “Yes, I know Chelsy. And your teachers have indeed been evasive about the reasoning behind this. That is because they concluded revealing the purpose would spoil the rite. That’s all I’m allowed to say on the matter.” Chelsy nodded her head. The smile returned to the Abbottess’ face. “Good luck, little Chelsy. May the Three bless your dreams.” Chelsy began the incantation again. She felt the energy build inside her-a strange but comforting feeling-as the spell took shape. Finally, she completed the incantation, capping the magic into a complete form. She then downed the contents of the chalice. It was mostly wine, but she could detect the slightest hint of medicine present. She pulled the sheets of the bed aside and laid down in them. Herna exited the room. It wasn’t long before the potion took hold, and Chelsy began to dream…
p.s. I'm having trouble setting up an account on fanfiction.net. I get through signing up, but then no confirmation email appears.Did you try checking your junk mail folders?
edited 24th Mar '11 8:23:08 AM by QQQQQ
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