DWOAH: Ganondorf vs SephirothDWOAH: Ganondorf vs Sephiroth by Garchompisbeast
Deadliest warriors of all history
Ganondorf vs Sephiroth
Height: 7 foot 6 (Varies with incarnation and transformations)
Weight: 289lbs (Varies with incarnation and transformations)
Weapons: Warlock Blade, Dual Broadswords, Trident
Strengths: The greatest threat to Hyrule, Master Swordsman with both single and dual Blades as well as having great skill in Staff like weapons, Master of Dark Magic, Levitation, Teleportation, Can transform into Ganon (his more powerful Beast form), Can create Shields of Dark Magic, Can inflict curses, Can drain and imbue power as he sees fit, Super strength, Teleportation, Can revive the dead, Resistant to all but holy weaponry, Can defeat all powerful beings like Full Shadow Midna even whilst technically at his weakest, Can summon monsters to do his bidding, Unnatural longevity living for centuries without signs of aging, Can survive what should have been fatal blows thanks to the Triforce of Power, without his piece of the Triforce he is s
The New Life Part 3The New Life Part 3 by LittlewriterLink
Part Three - How Does This Keep Happening?!
Packing for a family trip is never easy. While Ciela gave Atei and Ziruh a bath, I flew around the farm as if I was being chased around by the cucco revenge squad. I quickly got all the animals into the paddock, some taking more treat persuasion than others, as well as collecting any free range eggs the cuccos had decided to lay in my path, some of which were nearly stood on. Not just by me. This path includes our heaviest bovine which prefers not to move when I want her to.
I stuck my neck out and put my hands on my hips. “Right.” I stated. “You are going to go into the paddock. Now.”
No response other than chewing on some hay from the bovine nicknamed Lola.
I tapped my foot and took the hay basket from the side of her pen. She looked at me sleepily. I shook it. Nothing. Lola hated going outside, more so in cooler weather but she had to have the proper diet of grass and get a cool drink of water from the trough.
The New Life Part 2The New Life Part 2 by LittlewriterLink
Part Two - An Idea
Ciela woke me on the couch shortly after dawn; she seemed well rested. Unlike some in the house.
“Zauz?” she said quietly running a hand gently over my forehead as she did every morning. I opened my sleepy eyes to see her standing before me with Atei perched on her hip in a burgundy coloured baby grow. Naturally, she was chewing on my wife’s dressing-gown with her toothless gums with as much intent as a wolfos on a piece of meat.
“Yes, honey?” I replied sinking further into the cushion my head was resting on.
“Do you want some breakfast?” Ciela asked switching Atei over to the other hip. Cue the disgruntled chewing.
“Sure.” I muttered even though I wasn’t feeling like it. “I’ll get some milk.”
“Thanks dear.” Ciela replied putting Atei in her high chair, of which she started to chew the arms of.
I slipped some boots on my feet and went round to the barn and opened the doors with
The New Life Part 1The New Life Part 1 by LittlewriterLink
Part One - The Nightly Routine
It’s been about five years since I turned into Zauz. Believe me the change was tough. I work with my wife and my young son on the ranch in the dead centre of Hyrule Field, the days are long, exhausting and hot, more so when we have the little one to consider.
Our little one is called Ziruh. He’s a good boy, mostly. He tries his best when working on the farm with us but he’s still a little too young at four years old. He turns five next week. My wife, Ciela wants to get him fabric for a new tunic for his birthday; poor Ziruh just has to twist wrong and the tunic he’s wearing just rips up the butt cheeks.
Oh, did I mention I have a little girl too? No? Well, she’s still new; Ciela named her Atei. She’s a beautiful baby with very fine blondish hair, Ziruh on the other hand has a good crop of ginger hair the colour of oats. Atei is a quiet child for a new baby; we’ve chalked it up to her just being lazy. Ziruh cried a
SurrenderSurrender by FayeleneFyre
It was a dead-silent night. So quiet, that one would hear a spirit's sobs in the velvet sky. The ghosts on the winds howled outside, easing through the bald-limbed trees. From a distance, they looked dead and sad... Barren and lifeless, empty of vigor and faith. But if one looked close enough on some of these saddened trees, they would spot dots of green dabbing the branches where new leaves tried hard to poke through- proof that life was sprouting anew. It was New Year's Eve, and everyone was feeling joyful and excited! The new year brought wonderful changes and promises.
New year's wishes hung high in the stars. But among those whom were celebrating, there were also those who suffered. For two individuals, their wish for the new year was one quickly suffocated. Like the temporary hot ashes flying from the flames of their love, it was here and gone before they could even grasp the chance- lost in the night sky to vanish into the sparkling, velvet celestial ocean. It felt for each fail
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