A story about Link's attempt to find the secrets of an ancient te
Posted by noisemonkey on May 29, 2009:
The temple had been built atop Din's Throne, a massive mountain on the west end of the Haunted Wasteland, far beyond even the spirit temple he had visited when he was young. Link had traveled light, bringing only his hook shot, sword, sheild, bow and arrows and his now empty bomb bag. The rest was still back at home, in his two story house in Kakiriko Village.
There were no stairs to reach the top of Din's throne, no conveniant foot path, just a climb up the shear face of the mountain. He had hoped his trusty hook shot would have made the travel easier, but no such luck. He had not seen anything that would count as a potential target. Nothing but rock. He had had to do it the old fashioned way, foothold after foothold, with nothing seperating him from an immeniant death should his grip slip but his own quick skills.
"'But I'm only 400 years old!' 'And I'm just 380 years old!' 'We're twins! Don't try to lie about your age!' 'You must have gone senile!' 'Who are you calling senile?! Is that how you treat your older sister?' 'We are twins! How can you be older?' 'Keeeyaaah!! How heartless you are!' 'How can you be so ungrateful?'" -Koume and Kotake Ocarina of Time Show All Quotes Submit Quote
The temple had been built atop Din's Throne, a massive mountain on the west end of the Haunted Wasteland, far beyond even the spirit temple he had visited when he was young. Link had traveled light, bringing only his hook shot, sword, sheild, bow and arrows and his now empty bomb bag. The rest was still back at home, in his two story house in Kakiriko Village.
There were no stairs to reach the top of Din's throne, no conveniant foot path, just a climb up the shear face of the mountain. He had hoped his trusty hook shot would have made the travel easier, but no such luck. He had not seen anything that would count as a potential target. Nothing but rock. He had had to do it the old fashioned way, foothold after foothold, with nothing seperating him from an immeniant death should his grip slip but his own quick skills.