Baba's World

   chapter 2       After taking care of Link for the next couple of days, Rob helped the boy elf out of bed. "Who was that man?" asked link, taking a bowl of soup that Rob was    handing him. It was hot. Link set it down at the table near his bed and sat down to eat. "It was a friend," said Rob, "Now eat up." Link slowly sipped at the    soup with a small wooden spoon. It was pumpkin spice, his favorite. "I'm so glad you're feeling better, Link," said Rob, smiling. "And that reminds me. I have    something for you. It's a gift." Rob walked over to the table near the enterence door and picked up the unlit lamp and took it over to show Link. "This is for    you, my boy," said Rob, proudly. Link studied the old lamp, then said, "What's it for. Am I going somewhere? Where did you get it?" Rob said nothing. He knew he    had to tell Link the truth. He had to tell Link what the healer had told him, t...

   Chapter 1      Link tossed and turned in bed as the hardy looking man watched him wearily. Link had been like this for days, nearly two weeks. He had a fever, and the man at his  bed side, named Rob, believed the sickness was a result of the coming darkness moving over Kakariko village from the mountains to the north. Rob shook his head  sadly and whispered a silent prayer to the creators. Just then, there came a knock at the door. Rob hesitated before leaving link's bedside and going to the door to  answer it. Outside, in the pouring rain, he saw the healer, drenched from head to foot and carrying a lantern. The traveler also carried a large sack on his back.  "Come in. Come in," said Rob, motioning for the healer to enter the cottage. The healer obliged, and Rob took the man's travel sack and lantern and set them on a  table near the door. Then Rob took the healers wet coat and hung it by the fireplace to dry. "How is th...

Chad stood before the Spirit of the Green Shadow, feeling very much humble in the presence. It was the first time in Chad's long life that he had seen the Green Shadow's true form, and it truely astonished him. Chad had expected to see a mighty king like figure with a long white beard sitting on a majestic throne, but all he saw was a young boy's head with bright green hair, the color of grass in the early spring. Just a head, mind you. No body what so ever. The head seemed to float in front of Chad like a balloon who's string was tied down and was fluttering in the breeze. Also, and to make the whole ordeal all the more strange, the head of the boy couldn't have looked any older than 4 or 5 years of age. The boy had a mischievious grin on it's face. "Tell me, hero," said the floating head of the boy, it's voice not matching it's face. The voice was like that of a thousand horses galloping all together. The green haired boy conti...

Sometime after the rise of the Great Kingdom, around the beginning of King Milo's reign, there began secret meetings of a druid brotherhood in secret. King Milo never knew of this brotherhood, and very few citizens knew of it either. It's founder was a man named Icabod, who turned out to have been not fully human, but part vampire. It was believed by later scholars in the Great Kingdom that this Icabod character had traveled from the realm of darkness into the land of the living with the help of Zall, god of war and the mystics of the green mountains. Icabod was, in reality, one of the fallen messengers that had been created by the Spirit of the Green Shadow. He fell with Zall, Xa, Bac, Si and the thousands of other messengers/spirits created to do good. Banned to the realm of darkness, Icabod (or his true name, Xexxon) spent nearly one thousand human years trapped in the realm of darkness, plotting his revenge. Then, Zall came to him one day and had a ...

   Chad sat in Tucker's hut, feeling warm and tired. Now fourteen, he was in the middle of another history lesson. It was  mid summer, his least favorite season of the year. Dots of sweat covered his face, and he wiped them away with the little   energy he had. "Stop daydreaming, son!" Tucker snapped. "Focus!" Chad straightened and turned his attention back to his  teacher. "Sorry Tucker," he stated, "What was your question again?" Tucker tapped his thick fore finger impatiently and  glared at the youth. "We were talking about king Milo, son, and how he grew corrupt." Chad nodded. "What good is history  going to do me?" he thought. He would have preferred to be out riding the horses with the other young men. "I think our  lesson is over," sighed Tucker. "Your mind is elsewhere. You are excused, my son."       Chad quickly exited Tucker's hut, suddenly finding new energy. He ran to the horse sta...