TinyTime

Lords and Lies (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/361101566-lords-and-lies?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Charotte010 A dying Village that strangely enough never seems to die. Home to a small faithful remnant, unwilling to leave their home. When all seems lost, a light in the darkness appears, in the form of a young woman. This stranger brings light and hope back into their crumbling home, bringing things long gone, love and leadership. Unfortunately every action has a reaction, and not all of them are good. Not everyone has good intentions and sometimes you have to learn to lie, and to be careful who to trust. Join the journey and grow with the Village of Venna. Learn the truth of ancient mysteries, and what it takes to be the lord of a dying Village. This is my 1st ever novel Constructive Suggestions are deeply encouraged. Trigger warnings: Self harm, Implied rape, Torture, Emotional distress, trauma, broken relationships, sexual assault, depression.

This is the 1st 9 chapters of my book. I have started publishing it on wattpad and I hope to be able to put more up soon. I've been working on this since I was like 12 Of course I'm much older now and I'm an actually decent writer. This is my 1st book And I'm really hoping People will like it. I know it's not my usual Zelda stuf.  But I really want People to see it.

Hi just here to pitch a question would anybody be interested in a legends of Zelda Percy Jackson crossover specifically a linked universe Pretty much my idea was how funny it would be if you drag the Warriors into new Rome and I don’t know I think it would be really funny if Aries shows up on the field of mars tells them about the quest and it’s like oh and I got you back up stabs his fingers in a very confused Warriors a standing there in mock battlefield and immediately tries to fight a god of war for realizing he’s fighting a God of war and accept his fate of getting dragged along someone else’s adventure this time.

I can hardly explain the insurmountable joy of going through old family photos with my grandparents. Along with plenty of pictures of my parents back in high school, when they were first married, and plenty of baby pictures of myself and siblings. I have found pictures of my great Great grandparents. and this one of my great great grandpa Mortimer. At least I know the sense of humor runs in the family. The picture of my Great great grandpa and his best friend had me and my family rolling on the floor laughing. The longer you look at it the funnier it gets when you realize. Not only is he fake punching his best friend. Who is holding an unloaded pistol to my grandpa Mortimer‘s head.

(my grandpa is the one facing the camera) But if you look at my grandpa‘s choice of footwear, you will see why my brother burst out laughing and practically shouted. “He’s wearing stripper boots!!”

No one was happy to be in Warriors's Era. Every one of them hated how their brother acted in his own home, something about him changed when he was here. The  way he acted like everyone held a knife to his throat no matter who he was talking to, his eyes constantly searching for a threat amongst his own men, his own soldiers. It tore at their hearts. All eight of his brothers hated his era mostly because there was nothing they could do about it. Warriors had told them directly they weren't allowed to get involved. This was only their second time ever coming to this era and they already were dreading making it to Castle Town. 

Unlike the first time they came they did not appear in Hyrule Field, but a little further out, slightly up the side of a mountain. 

Once they stepped through the portal it was the same as last time, Warriors stepped up, “All right men listen to me. I'm only going to say it once, same rules as last time. you do as I say the moment I say to do it, you don't get involved when you see people being mistreated or when you see them mistreat me, it's none of your business to protect me here.” 

He looked very pointedly at Time, Twilight and Legend.  

“Yeah yeah, same as last time we got it.” Legend snapped, folding his arms. 

The three of them had struggled most when it came to minding their own business about how the captain was treated by his commanding officers and his own soldiers. He wasn't a well-liked hero and they simply had to accept that most of his kingdom wanted him dead for things well out of his control. After giving a brief, like he would give his soldiers, they started to march down a well-worn road.

  The night had settled when they finally reached the flats at the foot of the mountain. The chain stepped onto a massive dark battlefield. Trenches were carved into the surface of the earth as if a god had taken a knife to it; All the vegetation in the area had been burned away. There were broken pieces of armor and weapons rusting away in the barren field; there were various grave markers scattered around the battlefield. He walked past a few trenches checking each of them. He wouldn't say a word when they asked what he was looking for, just kept wandering around. 

Sky turned to the one other person who might have any knowledge on the situation, their eldest. “Time, hey old man. Will you at least tell us what the Captain's looking for.”

 He startled a little bit when he looked at Time. The look in Time’s eye was haunted and a little bit eerie like he was seeing things that weren't there. Sky looked between Time and Warriors and saw they both had their ears pressed tightly against their heads, Their postures were hostile, waiting to be ambushed. This place scared both of them, Sky thought. Maybe scared wasn't the right word, but whatever it was that the two saw when they looked in those trenches left their whole group on edge.

Finally after what felt like an eternity, Warriors stopped at the edge of one trench. The rest of his brothers joined him. 

“You finally found what you're looking for?” Wind asked. The Captain hopped down into the trench and knelt down by one of the retaining beams keeping the sides of the trench from falling in on themselves. It just looked like every other stretch of trench to the rest of the group, until Warriors placed a hand gently on a burned in mark on the plank of wood. They recognized the symbol as the same symbol tattooed on Times shoulder. Warriors had the same tattoo on his shoulder he said they'd gotten it at the end of the war, when Twilight had first asked about it.

  “Do you recognize this place Mask?” Warriors asked, turning around to look at his confused brothers. Time’s ears were no longer pinned to the sides of his head, they now dropped low. 

In a small voice, Time answered “Home.”

Everyone looked confused and stared between Time and Warriors waiting for someone to explain, but neither of them offered any explanation.

 “Join me brothers.” Warriors said in a melodramatic kind of way. “Come lie with me amongst the dead. Let my fallen battle brothers' souls torment or protect us, I don't know which they choose.” There was a sort of heavy weight in his words. He sounded so tired. The weight of each soul seemed to press down on the captain's shoulders like they wanted to drag him down with them. “We will stay here tonight then keep going in the morning.”

 None of them wanted to stay there, but at this point they were too worried for the Captain to say no. So they all hopped in the trench.

Time immediately went to sit by Warriors who didn't hesitate to pull time into his lap and hold him as if he were just a little kid. Something about it seemed kind of natural, It was simply how things should be. They sat there trying to get comfortable in the dirt. A smell of burning was prevalent here, everyone was pretty much used to it when it came to the captain's era. 

Warriors reached out for wind who was sitting by Twilight. “What are you doing over there? Come rest with me and your baby brother.”

Everyone's ears perked up at that. Puzzled looks and worried glances were exchanged between several of the brothers. Wind was the youngest in their group but the Captain's words implied otherwise. Reluctantly Wind went to sit beside Time and Warriors, but was abruptly pulled into their little cuddle pile. He didn't know what to do with himself, so just sat there awkwardly. 

Wars whispered quietly. “It's okay, don't be scared boys, I'll keep you safe. I won't let anyone hurt you. I won't let them take you from me, I promise.” 

The Captain was trembling slightly as he pulled Wind and Time closer to him. Wind was worried for his brother; He looked to the rest of the chain for help or answers but everyone seemed just as worried and confused by the captain's behavior. Wind settled into the warm embrace of the Captain's shaking hands.

None of them understood why it seemed so normal, those three curled up happily with each other. But they weren't relaxed. There was tension in Warriors’s posture as if he were waiting for something to go wrong. He didn't sit, he slumped, exhausted and worn, it felt like the trench was trying to swallow them whole. Wind seemed most uncomfortable. His eyes darted every way as if he were seeing things moving in the shadows. Something in them new bad things happened here, bad things only two of their group would know the truth of. When it comes down to the hard questions, leave it to Wild. 

“Why did you call this place home?” He asked Time, his question got everyone's attention. There was already tension in their group but now it was so thick you could cut it with a knife. To make it worse, Time didn't answer immediately, he let the question settle. 

“Because it was home for 4 months, it was so cold and always raining it seemed like, but this was our spot. The Captain, Tune and I burned the wood with our symbol one day because we were so bored, it was finally a day we could have a fire since it had stopped raining.” 

Warriors rested his head against the trench wall picking up where Time left off. “We were always ducking blasts of magic from the enemy trench. The ones we walked past Cia forces controlled those ones, our trench here was the first line of defense.” He shuffled a little, freeing one of his hands to rummage in his pack, pulling out a bottle of brandy and a pack of cigarettes as he spoke. “For months we sat freezing to death in these trenches, soaked to the bone and starving. Just waiting for one of us to make the first move. Pick a god and pray, that's what I used to tell my men when they asked how we planned to survive this hell hole. Just sitting here waiting for reinforcements was a waste of time, but I didn't have a choice. I have my orders.”

 He popped the bottle open and took a long swig. It wasn't more than 4 seconds of the sucker being open before the rest of the chain could smell it. Then he lit the cigarette. It was so strange for most of the chain to watch the Captain smoking, he often told them how bad it was and how much he hated the dirty habit. He almost never smoked around the others if he could avoid it. It usually took a pretty bad situation for him to give in to his addiction, but now without even a fight he relented to it. They all hated how morose and apathetic the captain got when he smoked and drank like this. Time would never admit it, but he tried to keep an eye on the captain's access to sharp weapons or fire when he was like this.

The conversation died out until Time shifted a little to look up at the captain. “Will you sing for me like you always used to, when we were stuck waiting for a fight.”

This is the song Warriors sings

 Warrior's sighed he began to sing, something he rarely did in front of the other Links. The song was a terribly sad song, about the trenches about the war and how desperately he wanted it to end quickly. “I've been stuck in this damn trench so long it's sickening. This old uniform no longer fits me, has been worn and torn but still holds most of my wounds from bleeding.” 

It was a terrible kind of irony, knowing the captain's struggle with his weight. Knowing that he was still wearing the same clothes that he wore when he was 17. despite the fact that now he was 25. There was so much pain in his words, in the way he sang them it had all of them on the verge of tears as their minds were filled with visions of War, pain and suffering, their brother at the center of the flames. 

Wind whimpered a little, looking around frightened and pressing a little closer to the Captain. “Why are they angry?” He asked with a shaking voice. “Why are there so many ghosts?”

“This wasn't our greatest loss, but it was still a massacre. We lost thousands of soldiers here the day the enemy decided they were done waiting. They succeeded in burning us out. As for why they're angry, I made a lot of promises I couldn't keep, I promised my men that we could win, I promised them that I'd protect them. I broke those, I can't blame them for hating me.” He took another long drink. 

Wind looked around again, he could see the ghosts of soldiers in uniforms, half burned some missing limbs, others slashed open, so many of them burned nearly to the point where there was little left of their bodies. 

“It's horrible.” Wind whimpered. “I can hear them, they're blaming you. They're saying it's your fault.” Everyone's spines were tingling now and hair on the back of their neck stood up. Some of them could feel the spirits, others just knew better than to question the sailor’s words, even if they couldn't sense the spirits themselves. Wind watched a fight amongst the ghosts, as a few of them pushed through the swirls of the others and posted themselves like centuries around their group. Pushing and holding back the other angry spirits. They gave their own rebuttals to the accusations. Whispers of, 

“It wasn't his fault.”

 “It was out of his control.” 

“He's no traitor, just an unfortunate soul.”

 Each echoed amongst the ghosts of the trenches.

 No one could sleep aside from Time and Warriors. Even in his sleep, as fitful as it seemed, The Captain didn't let go of the two boys. He called them Mask and Tune a few times, it didn't make sense to the rest of the chain but Time leaned into it. Talking to him as if the war was still going on around them, as if they were just in the trenches waiting for orders. 

Twilight asked a question once and Warriors responded with “yes sir” And called him by a name the rest of them didn't recognize. It was like he was stuck in the past. Eventually when he fell asleep the others looked very concerned, as Time did his best to explain the hellish conditions of the war and the position their stoic older brother was thrust into at such a young age. Unfortunately it did nothing more than jumble the story worse as he told it through the perspective of a kid, prefaced with the thoughts of an adult. It only sounded disingenuous and halfway made up, but they all knew Time wouldn't fabricate something like this. Even though it didn't make sense to them they understood the sense of hopelessness and tried to put themselves in the shoes of any soldier. None of them had the experience of a large-scale war to try and understand. It only served to cause more frustration, but they looked around at each other covered in dirt and blood from another battle earlier that day. Sitting in a trench their brains could build a picture from that.

They tried their best to rest but it wasn't more than an hour since the captain fell asleep did they hear the clamoring of a marching army. Both Time and Warriors jumped awake with alarming speed, reaching for weapons and gear. Warriors gave an order that was lost on his brothers as he crouched blade in hand ready to protect his kin, until he recognized his army lieutenant. Lieutenant Michael led the army towards the trench their merry band was hiding in and Warriors rose from the trench to meet him.

The next few minutes went by in a blur next thing they knew the trench was lined with bloodied up soldiers. some nursing wounds others just dirty and sore, they laughed and smoked some tried to sleep. Wind seemed happy that the ghosts calmed down. They roamed amongst the soldiers now giving whispered praise or criticism. The Restless spirits seemed to enjoy the liveliness of their brothers in arms. Yet still a group stuck by Warriors, keeping watch around their group, Wind smiled at each of them a wordless thank you, a smile they returned with burned lips and broken teeth. The Lieutenant told them about the battle they had just had further up the hill and they had been planning to stop here. The rest of the chain thought it was very strange that the Hylian Army would choose to seek respite in the site of a massacre.

It became a whole lot easier to imagine themselves  in the position of some young Soldier in the war now that they were surrounded by bloodied up soldiers. Warriors however suffered more delusions it seemed. He called Lieutenant Michael by various names, treating him like he was one of his commanding officers instead of the other way around. It scared Legend in a way he worried that their Captain might never come back to reality, but Michael assured them this wasn't the first time. This had happened to Warriors many times and he wasn't the first person to suffer these kinds of delusions, nor was he the only one.

 “It's all right he'll come back to his senses once you leave this place. This happens to a lot of the boys who survived the war, they struggle to leave it behind. I catch myself doing it too, I didn't survive this particular battle but I was here to see the aftermath. I helped burn the bodies here, at least the bodies that weren't already burned by the enemy. The 10 Winds Legion, is the legion Warriors created, we are his burning angels,” 

Every one of his soldiers turned their heads at the name, looking confused and ready to take orders. “He chose his men with great care and a lot of the people in charge are people who fought with him in the war. The people who didn't turn against him. The ones who trusted him, so they're torn by battle just like he is.”

 There was a nod of agreement from a lot of the soldiers around him, Wind alone watched some of the ghosts shuffle and whisper amongst themselves.

 “What I'm getting at is they're pretty used to dealing with delusions like this, his army knows how to handle it, we've taken to just playing along and hoping and praying that it doesn't do more damage. We just don't know what else to do for him when we're in places like this. He's not the only one affected.”

 Warriors came back from speaking with some of his younger soldiers. He settled down back in his place. Time and Wind cuddled close with him again in hopes it might ease Warriors a little to see his brothers safe. 

Michael turned to him, a wistful smile on his face seeing things as they once were. “Captain, have you eaten anything today?”

 “Of course I have.” Warriors responded,

 “We're running low on supplies, our Legion will starve to death if we don't hurry up and end this war or find a way to safely get supplies here. You better have an eye on that trench. Keep four guards posted at every checkpoint.”

 Warriors ordered, his eyes seemed unfocused, his movements unsteady. Michael grimist and turn to one of their younger soldiers. 

“Go post guards just as the Captain says.” 

The kid nodded and walked away, then went and sat down with some other soldiers. They all seem to know just humor the captain's orders, make it look like you listened, Warriors stood up again. 

“I'm going to go check on everyone. One last walkthrough just to make sure everyone's cared for.” Warriors adjusted his scarf, kept his back straight and made to walk away. Michael stood up and put a hand gently on his shoulder, making it very clear what he meant to do before actually making contact with Warriors.

“The men are fine, you've checked twice, you need to make sure that you rest. You have guards posted watching for enemy movement in the other trenches. You've made sure everyone's supplies are distributed and everyone has access to medical supplies if they need it. Now please just rest. Mask and Tune are looking tired and you know those two won't rest until you come back safe.”

 Warriors grumbled a curse. “You're right they won't listen to me any other way will they.” 

“Nope you've done this song and dance a million times before.” 

Time snickered “He's right I won't rest until you do.” 

Warriors rolled his eyes, but settled back down, Time and Wind both took their place in the cuddle pile again. Warriors didn't seem happy with the arrangement.

 “Mask, I need you to run a message to the general for me. He should be on the other side of the trench.”

Time grumbled, Warriors had his eyes closed and his head rested against the boards behind him.

 “Make Tune do it, I ran the last message.”

 “You're a better trench rat than he is, you're small and can slip between the soldiers easier. Your light on your feet and your fast.” 

Wind got up, “Don't worry, I'll do it.” And run off a few feet before slipping in between two soldiers to hide for a moment. The two soldiers laughed and one ruffled wind’s hair.  

“You look like him if he were younger, you can't  hardly be any older than Mask was during the war.”

 One laughed, “I bet you anything the Captain looked like him when he was younger, but the Captain always said he had such long hair at 12.” 

Wind's face grew a little hotter. “I'm almost 14, I'm not just a kid, I'm a hero of courage too.” Wind didn't know why he was so angry about these soldiers treating him like a child, but they both laughed and it made Wind angrier. 

“Trust me kid we know how much damage you little guys can do. The very idea of Mask is used as a threat. We're not trying to be mean, trust me we’d have the Captain ready to beat us himself if we picked on his baby brother.” 

Wind wasn't sure how to take that as a compliment or insult. It was really hard to know what he was supposed to feel and unfortunately there was no one to help him understand.

Wind was starting to regret ever making fun of Warriors for not being good with puzzles, because Wind realized just then Warriors must be pretty darn great at them. Seeing as his whole life seemed to be one big life or death puzzle. If he failed to solve it, failed to understand or properly read the situation people died, a lot of people. Trying to understand what the people around him were saying and doing, It was like some never-ending puzzle. Wind didn't know the soldier's names, by the end of their conversation but he knew their character and he liked those two. They were kind and respectful in the way they talked about their captain. Which seems so different compared to all the people in Castle Town it seems like everywhere they went, somebody else made a rude gesture or screamed a lewd insult or death threat, the captain's way. But these soldiers, Wind liked them, they weren't so mean.

 Wind went back to their group with a smile on his face. Warriors looked at him expectantly and Wind stared back puzzled.

 “Well?” Warriors prompted “what did the general say?” Oh crap, I was supposed to run a message I didn't think that far ahead. Wind scolded himself internally for not remembering why he'd run off in the first place.

 “Oh, the general said everything was fine. So you don't have to worry, you can sleep now. There's been no movement in the enemy camp.” Wind cursed himself for not sounding a little bit more sure of himself, but trying to come up with a report on the spot wasn't easy. “Your men are safe or at least as safe as you can be in the situation we're in currently. We can't do anything until morning. All is quiet right now sir.” 

He remembered Warriors saying that to Time once. He hoped it was the right thing to say. His brother laughed, “So formal today. What changed Tune?” Crap, Wind scolded himself again, playing a part that he didn't know was really hard. Trying to be a different hero of Courage for his brother's sake sounded like a good idea at first. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately Warriors brushed it off. He beckoned Wind back into their cuddle pile and he obliged, sinking into his brother's side. They had always known the war was hell for their brother, but now they had a terrible kind of understanding of how truly horrible the war was even when they weren't fighting. 

Wind couldn't help but feel very fulfilled and proud of himself for putting his brother at ease enough that he fell asleep. Now surrounded by so many other soldiers that they knew Warriors trusted, the rest of the chain was able to sleep.

 The Captain rose with the sun as did the rest of his army much to Sky's consternation. Warriors forced him to get up as well despite his protest. Wars practically kicked him into motion, threatening to make him sweep the dust off of the road as they went. It took Sky a moment to realize that the pointless endeavor of sweeping dust off of a dirt road was a punishment because it was pointless. Just meant to work you to the bone without actually letting you feel fulfillment of accomplishing a useful task. It was pointless and that was the point.

The 10 Winds Legion was as friendly and jovial as they had been the first time the chain had met them. Time especially loved the legion considering how he was basically a god to them. They treated their eldest and Captain with such reverence that to Hyrule it seemed almost cult-like. However questionable the titles might be. They figured there was a reason that despite the legal name of the legion being The 10 Winds Legion ,they were known by an old Hebra phrase that translated to, The Ones Who Burn. They had learned while in Castle Town that their big scary reputation came mostly from their small pretty Captain being known as the Angel Of Death. In the military nothing was scarier than being faced with the choice to face legal punishment or meeting one of Warriors’ legionnaires off duty in an alleyway somewhere where no one was looking. The threat was thrown around quite a bit. Warriors had never told his brothers why his legionnaires had earned the nickname The Burning Angels. They were pretty sure that the story most likely wasn't appropriate for Wind's tiny ears.