The Forge

There is a world that lives opposite to the one we know. A world created by the gods. A world for there ideas and creations. At the beginning of time, the Gods used this world to create everything we know, before making a world of its own, so it may exist in it. It is the raw power of the Gods creativity. It is a canvas for there creativity. It is the home of gods, where anything is possible. Those who strive for power seek this world, so that they may bring there own ideas to life. But only the divine beings who created the world may access it...right?

Someone is close to unlocking the power of The Forge, where worlds a created. And when he does...who knows what will happen?

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Gwene walked through castle town, looking at all the stalls the market had to offer, she spotted a nice shiny apple nearby, she went over to take a closer look, then spotted an even better one three stalls over and went to check it out, but caught a whiff of the fresh bread nearby.

Unsure what to do, she bought a freshly made croissant and started eating it on her way up to the castle.

(Wait, this is TP era, yes? or OoT?)

(Yeah, it is)

A mysterious man sat in Hyrule field, gazing at a deck of tarot cards. He would flip the cards about, lay them on the floor, and then rearange them again, looking up at the fading stars and the clouds, and then looking down at the cards again. He frowned, and close his big, yellow eyes.

"...the end of days is upon us..."

(Who wants to be Zelda?)

Gwene stood in the main foyer of the castle, waiting for Princess Zelda, she had said to her that she wish for Gwene to meet her here today, realising she still had a half eaten croissant, she quickly scoffed the rest down.

A figure had been walking up to the castle. He looked nothing more but a mere child barely in his early teens. Overflowing dresses. A blank expression in his face, the finger of his hands running down the pages of a book he had read dozen of times. Everytime, he could not help but wonder every time of the castle which was the core of so many legend. He accidentally walked over to Gwene as he was going forward and bumped into her.

"Hey, please, mind your own path", he said with a monotonous voice rolling his eyes at what he saw as goofery into her (although it was his own fault). As he looked at her walking into the castle, he mused about her most likely ties with the royal family, wondering if she was either a scullery maid or a relative. Either way, he did not care much, unless she happened to be Zelda. ANd Zelda, she ain't. Standing close at the entrance of the place, he sat down and started scribbling down on a notebook every thing he found worth notice of the magnificent building

Zelda had only just awoken from a restless sleep. She stood in her room, still in her dressing gown, looking out the window.

It didn't mean anything...it was just a dream...

She sighed. "Come on, Zelda...smile..."

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Across the courtyard, Brenz was sitting, nosing his way through a sack of rupees. He looked up, and saw Gwene.

"Hey Gwene." he called over. He looked over at the man with the book. "...that a friend of yours?"

Gwene cheeks were all puffy, it was apparent that she hadn't finished her sweet pastry, she looked over and shook a head before swallowing the rest.

Brenz nodded at her, and looked to the man with the book. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

((Idk how much a 12 years old counts as man))

Ankoku looked back at Gwene with a lightly puzzled expression for a small second before shifting in his blank eyes staring at the void. Then, turning once more at Brenz, he spoke, with a polite, but somewhat distant tone of voice.

"I apologize for intruding into such a conversation, but I'd like to notify that I have never crossed my path with such a maiden before in my brief life", he said with a light bow at his head, before resuming reading.

When asked about his identity he answered witha somewhat insufferable voice: "My name holds no importance to you. I am simply a lover of legends. And this is the place where most took place"

At this he waved at the castle, he shfited his eyes back at the notebook

( Sorry, didn't realise he was that young)

Bren raised an eyebrow. "...O...kay..."

Gwene didn't know what to say, was it a compliment she had just recieved "Uh. Thank you? I think."

Brenz looked to Gwene, and shrugged. "You here to see Zel?"

Gwene nodded "Yeah, she said she wanted to meet me here this morning. If I know her, she is probably still asleep."

Brenz nodded and looked back down at his rupees. "Well, she may be a little out of it. She didn't get too much sleep last night."

He looked back at her. "Shes been having some nightmares."

"Nightmares?" Gwene asked. "What kind?"

Ankoku simply looked at her and due to the light of the sun he was temporarily blinded not being able to see her well and sighed. Of course, in his opinion, it was no compliment and muttered: "I am truly surprised of such a dark color of hair"

of course, it was the rather snarky implication that Gwene should have been a blonde, in his opinion.

He kept doodling over the castle, but his attention was once more shifted by the word 'Nightmare'

THe princess... having nightmares? Why such an hassle is made out of it?, Ankoku thought, thinking it was more likely that Zelda simply had to change dietary habits

"Not sure. She doesn't really like to talk about it, but she seems pretty shaken." Brenz said. "Scary dream never hurt anyone though. They'll pass."

Gwene looked at her golden blonde hair, confused by Ankoku's mention of her darker hair, but how was that possible, was there super white hair out in the world. She shook it off and spoke to Brenz "Maybe she might talk to me about it. I mean, we are close friends, she might be having... woman troubles, or something like that."

"Yeah. Seems about right." Brenz said, taking one of the rupees out of the bag, closing one eye and examining it.

The doors of the palace opened, and Zelda stepped out. Despite her regal apperance, she looked slightly worn out. There was a certain wearness in her eyes, and she squinted a bit a light. She looked over at Gwene, and smiled.

"Zelda." Gwene smiled and walked over to her taking her hands "How are you?"

Ankoku managed to get a better look at Gwene and said with his monotone to himself: "I stand corrected. She is blonde"

Not minding what they were saying he kept drawing the place. As he finished, he got a question to ponder the two older people, but decided to wait for their dialogue to end.

Oh, she is the friend to Zelda. Explains why she was walking towards the place, he realized, deciding to make a sketch of her until she left.

He then turned at Brenz and said: "So... might I ask you for any informations"

Brenz looked at the kid. "...yeah, sure."

"...I'm fine." Zelda said, and then yawned. She rubbed her eyes.

"Come on, let's go for a walk in the gardens." Gwene suggested, to help take her mind off of things.

Zelda smiled at her tiredly. "Lets."

Placing back to place his overflowing clothes and adjusting his hair with a light curve upwards (which had been straightening up for since his birth), the young kid asked: "What am I allowed to visit of the castle without breaking any rule.? As I aforesaid, I am interested about the legend surrounding this place, for example the Hero of Time, of the Legend, of The Twilight.... And I would love to gather as many of them as possible without getting into trouble"