The wolf's song drifts on the wing of the wind
It calls to the moon
Asking it why does it hide behind the cotton clouds
The wolf's song is carried by memories
It calls to the lost
Asking them why have they gone
The wolf song is held in the bones
It calls to the spirits
Thanking them for their life
The wolf's song is held by hearts
It calls to us
Asking us why we have left the wild
The wolf's song burns in my heart
It calls me home
Asking me why I do not come to them
The wolf's song drifts on the wing of the wind
It calls to the moon
Asking it why does it hide behind the cotton clouds
When the Painting of your life is painted by someone else and handed to you,
Framed and beautiful,
But not to your taste
~~~~~~~~Place it on a white wall
~~~~~~~~Get a paintbrush
~~~~~~~~Get paint
~~~~~~~~And paint the whole damn wall
With
~~~~~~~~Your colors
~~~~~~~~Your paint
~~~~~~~~Your brush
~~~~~~~~And
Your Heart
"Mother! Mother! Look what I found!" A small and healthy little boy ran to his mother with a large bug in his hands.
"That's nice dear," Clara barely even looked up from tending the garden. "Just don't take it inside, your cousin is ill."
"Again!" The little boy stamped his feet on the ground. "Ever since those stupid pirates brought him back all he's ever done is sleep, sleep, sleep! He used to pay with me every day! It's not fair."
The door to the house creaked open, "It's okay, Aunt Clara." The dark haired boy, thin and pale, walked out of the house. "It's just hay fever, I'm fine."
"Kyle!" The little boy shoved the bug into the
Brotherhood: Prologue Part 2 by Narma-san, literature
Literature
Brotherhood: Prologue Part 2
On the other side of the world, five years ago, another gangly youth, like in appearance to Link except for his black hair and dark brown eyes that shone with determination, looked out of a dungeon window. Chained to the wall, a tear of sadness fell down the boy's cheek.
A clang sounded outside the wooden door, a dark skinned, red haired lady waltzed into the room, two guards armed with spears and similar in appearance stood attention in the door way. "Boy, our King, Lord Ganondorf has been killed by your king, leaving me in charge of the six Gerudo tribes. I have no wish to hold you for a ransom price anymore. You are free to return to w
Brotherhood: Prologue Part 1 by Narma-san, literature
Literature
Brotherhood: Prologue Part 1
"Thank you, Talon!" the young, orange haired boy waved goodbye to the people who had taken him in for five years, a little boy on the brink of starvation, "I'll never forget you or what you've done." His rowan horse snorted and shook her main. "Epona won't either." The gangly youth patted his horse's neck. The boy's kind and crystal blue eye's glistened in the morning light.
"You come back, ya hear?" a short, red headed and well built girl, the same age as the young boy, shouted after her friend. "Ya hear, Link?"
"Yes, ma'am," Link mock bowed form the saddle. "I'll come back someday, Malon." Epona tossed her head again. "Epona would never
The wolf's song drifts on the wing of the wind
It calls to the moon
Asking it why does it hide behind the cotton clouds
The wolf's song is carried by memories
It calls to the lost
Asking them why have they gone
The wolf song is held in the bones
It calls to the spirits
Thanking them for their life
The wolf's song is held by hearts
It calls to us
Asking us why we have left the wild
The wolf's song burns in my heart
It calls me home
Asking me why I do not come to them
The wolf's song drifts on the wing of the wind
It calls to the moon
Asking it why does it hide behind the cotton clouds
When the Painting of your life is painted by someone else and handed to you,
Framed and beautiful,
But not to your taste
~~~~~~~~Place it on a white wall
~~~~~~~~Get a paintbrush
~~~~~~~~Get paint
~~~~~~~~And paint the whole damn wall
With
~~~~~~~~Your colors
~~~~~~~~Your paint
~~~~~~~~Your brush
~~~~~~~~And
Your Heart
"Mother! Mother! Look what I found!" A small and healthy little boy ran to his mother with a large bug in his hands.
"That's nice dear," Clara barely even looked up from tending the garden. "Just don't take it inside, your cousin is ill."
"Again!" The little boy stamped his feet on the ground. "Ever since those stupid pirates brought him back all he's ever done is sleep, sleep, sleep! He used to pay with me every day! It's not fair."
The door to the house creaked open, "It's okay, Aunt Clara." The dark haired boy, thin and pale, walked out of the house. "It's just hay fever, I'm fine."
"Kyle!" The little boy shoved the bug into the
Brotherhood: Prologue Part 2 by Narma-san, literature
Literature
Brotherhood: Prologue Part 2
On the other side of the world, five years ago, another gangly youth, like in appearance to Link except for his black hair and dark brown eyes that shone with determination, looked out of a dungeon window. Chained to the wall, a tear of sadness fell down the boy's cheek.
A clang sounded outside the wooden door, a dark skinned, red haired lady waltzed into the room, two guards armed with spears and similar in appearance stood attention in the door way. "Boy, our King, Lord Ganondorf has been killed by your king, leaving me in charge of the six Gerudo tribes. I have no wish to hold you for a ransom price anymore. You are free to return to w
Brotherhood: Prologue Part 1 by Narma-san, literature
Literature
Brotherhood: Prologue Part 1
"Thank you, Talon!" the young, orange haired boy waved goodbye to the people who had taken him in for five years, a little boy on the brink of starvation, "I'll never forget you or what you've done." His rowan horse snorted and shook her main. "Epona won't either." The gangly youth patted his horse's neck. The boy's kind and crystal blue eye's glistened in the morning light.
"You come back, ya hear?" a short, red headed and well built girl, the same age as the young boy, shouted after her friend. "Ya hear, Link?"
"Yes, ma'am," Link mock bowed form the saddle. "I'll come back someday, Malon." Epona tossed her head again. "Epona would never
Old Oak, Young Boy:
A Legend of Zelda Fanfiction
By Narma-san
Thanks to Feri-san, for unknowingly providing the cover art, I would never use any of your work without crediting you. Even though it doesn't show up in deviantART I did indeed us your pic, What a Wonderful World as the cover art.
Dedicated to all you folks at Nintendo and to my best friend, Gabe, I'm thinking of you always
Intro
Some of the characters in this Fanfiction are property of Nintendo, everything else is mine so don't steal it please!
Rinku is an old version of Twilight Princess Link. Rinku is Link's name in the Japanese version of the games.
Ranger and I read all of the comments and appreciate every fave. Even if we don't leave a comment saying thank you.
Current Residence: Hyrule Favourite genre of music: Anime Favourite style of art: art Operating System: someone shoot my Acer Wallpaper of choice: anything that is awsome Skin of choice: see wallpaper choice Personal Quote: "..."
Favourite Visual Artist
Feri-san
Favourite Movies
Inception, Iron Man
Favourite TV Shows
Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Vic Mignogna
Favourite Books
Ranger's Apprentice
Favourite Writers
J.R.R. Tolkin
Favourite Games
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn (like chess, just harder)
Okay, first we will dissuse Wally West, Super Hero Speedster. You notice how whenever they're's a Flash or a Kid Flash it's always Wally. As a matter of fact, Teen Titans TV Show KF is most likely Wally and the comic is Wally. The Justice Leugue Flash is also Wally as well as Young Justice's KF and they change Flash to Barry. DC love's their Wally.
Secondly, D.N.Angel, the show I am almost done with, has a very interesting title. The main Character's initials are DN and his other form is an Angel. So the title ends there right? Wrong. D.N. stands for Daisuke Niwa and the Angel part is for his other half, Dark. But Niwa D.N.A. is men
Wikipedia don't ever go black again, please! I missed you so much today. I never relied that whenever I have a question that needs answering, even the little ones, I go to Wikipedia. Unless it's Pokemon related, then I go to Bulbapedia. I had questions five times today and I googled them. The first two links to each one where Wikipedia. Please don't ever leave me again!
The new journal thing came out and it's very interesting. Just thought I'd see what happens when I submite a journal.
ALSO --------------------------> I'm gonna write sumptin' 'bout Fullmetal Alchemist that might be a crossover with World of Warcraft since the OCs are me (As a girl named Althea, pronounced Altea) and Ranger, cause he's in everything. Go go power RANGER! ^-_-^You irk me^-_-^ I try, and I try, and I try, and I tryyy! ^-_-^*Blank stair*^-_-^ Wut? Iz teh Beatlez! Ohwell. That's it for updating so... see yah latorz!