Zelinxia

Tucked behind the refrigerator my broom is my trusty tool wooden handle with tufts of uneven bristles worn down: but still gets the job done With broom in hand, I wonder "Should I start near the stove? "or near the kitchen table?" But regardless, the sweeping must get done. Gliding across the linoleum my broom and I gather up the stuff of the works: dog hairs, little bread crumbs, careless food scraps, pesky dust Reaching around the corners of the kitchen dodging tables and chair legs and under the rugs by the sink We must not forget any glaring soot To gather all of the scatters under the rug would be unthinkable - stash all

His hands were the size of a small child when they reached out to touch those of the warm and kind stranger, but they were worn out, blistered and bruised, and numbed to the touch. Yuui wasn't a child in this situation, and he never really did have a childhood in the first place. He and Fai instead had been treated in scorn as if they were adult criminals and could never be treated or cared for, left to wither away (but never intended to die) in the forsaken valley. But for all this man had to offer, he would take it. "What is your name?" he asked. If he was given a second chance to atone for his sins, he would do whatever it took to bring

This is a tale, a legend Of the land of Hyrule Passed down by generations And generations Of the people                               A tale of the struggle Between power, wisdom, and courage A tale that goes on A legend that continues In the heart of Hyrule Lies the Sacred Realm Along with its sacred relic, The Golden Triforce With the divine powers Of Din, Nayru, and Farore Left in the governing Triforce, The blessed kingdom begins an era Of peace and prosperity And the legend c

His true memories and wishes have been set free at last. He had died once, but this time he may finally die in peace in the arms of the soulless princess. You reach out for him, but the wounded man grabs your wrist. "Let him rest! he says bluntly. "I can't," you utter, even though you know he means well. "Because of me, I couldn't let him rest in peace." "Please," you whisper as tears fall down your cheeks, "please forgive me, Fai." "Please have some rest." You do not even have to turn around to know that it is the princess who is urging you to sleep. Instead, you remain standing on the cool, wooden floor, staring at the closed doors o