Hyrule Noir II: Chapter 3The Legend of ZeldaHyrule Noir IIby Dennis Davies, 2012Chapter 3Thursday, 15:18. My Office & Apartment, Kokiri Boulevard.The huge Goron man eyeballed me intensely as I neared the door to my office. He had a look of granite and was built like a boulder. Despite the cold weather outside he was wearing only jeans and a wifebeater vest top which struggled to contain his giant chest and round belly. His arms were equally colossal and covered in tribal style tattoos. I'd seen my fair share of big guys in my line of work, but he was easily one of the biggest. Had to admit I was a little bit intimidated."You Link? The Private Eye?" His voice was gravel and loudly thundered through the hallway."That depends. You the Tax man?"He grunts and folds his arms. His brow furrowed and I could tell that making wise cracks would be particularly stupid right about now."Yes, I'm Detective Link. &
Hyrule Noir II: Chapter 2The Legend of ZeldaHyrule Noir IIby Dennis Davies, 2012Chapter 2Thursday, 07:34. My Office and Apartment, Kokiri Boulevard.I'd slept longer than I thought. Felt good though, ready to face the day, ready to face a new case. My coffee was just right and shook the final cobwebs of morning from my mind. The apartment seemed quiet. It had felt that way since Midna left but I tried not to think about it. Besides, the sound from my vintage radio helped plug those silent gaps. A light snow had begun to fall outside as the news anchor on the wireless began the usual bad news report."In local news, it seems the Goron problem continues to escalate after the body of Malon Lonlon; owner of Malon's Milkshakes in the Kokiri district, was found deceased in an alleyway behind her own shop. Police have confirmed that she had been stabbed but the cause of death was believed to be from severe beating.
Hyrule Noir II: Chapter 1The Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Noir IIby Dennis Davies, 2012Chapter 1Wednesday, 02:27. Hyrule City, Deku Alley.Her warm, sky blue eyes stared up at me from the cold, hard ground at my feet. They had already started to glass over, stuck in her final thoughts. A chill wind had picked up; shooting through the alleyway and through her damp and matted, chocolate-brown hair. Her pale skin glistened with dark red blood that looked black in the moonlight. I'm no expert but it didn't take a forensic scientist to tell that she'd been beaten to death.Malon had lived and worked across the street from my office for as long as I could remember. Nice girl. Ran a milkshake bar. Pretty popular and well respected by the community. Didn't deserve this. She wouldn't hurt a fly. Let alone make enemies who'd want her dead. Figured from the lack of handbag or purse that she'd