Hey, it's me. I have come out with my new story. Don't worry, Flock Hunting will have a new chapter up soon if I have anything to say about it. Only 300-400 more words too. So... anyways, enjoy.
Prologue:
Stepping on the Wrong Side
Things had been strange in Hyrule ever since Link had seen a giant brain walking around. This might not have as strange if Gannondorf was still at large, but he had been defeated for quite some time. However, Link was about to find out giant brains were just the tip of the iceberg, a very horrid iceberg at that.
New adonis-like people started to move into Hyrule as well. People thought nothing of it at first, that is, until they started attacking. The new people would morph into Wolfos like no one had ever seen before. This caused a lot of real estate in the area to go down because of the risk of being slaughtered, and of course, because people were getting killed, everybody ran away. The Hyrule Castle Marketplace had little to none remaining occupants and Karikilo was a forsaken part of the country.
The Wolfo-Elf creature was so powerful that even Link had a hard time defeating it. The town was no longer at it's plentiful state. They barely had 50, to be specific. Link couldn't bring the people back. The only way would be to destroy all the Wolfo things, and there was no way he could; there would just be more (he didn't understand why, he just knew that there would be more everyday). So there was nothing he could do about it.
That is, until he found the portal.
The first time Link saw it, it was dormant, so he thought nothing of it. However, when he came back to it another time, a brain had phased through it when he walked by. Now that he knew where they were all coming from, he could plot to destroy them for good. So he hatched a plan.
He ran it by Zelda and, when he got the okay from her (not as much of an okay as going anyways), started preparing for it. The plan went something like this:
Go through portal.
Destroy evil in new area.
Return through portal.
Destroy remaining evil on his side.
Simple as it sounds, not even the first step was easy, as Link found himself unable to enter the portal for fear of the other side. Even with the Triforce of Courage on his side, he found himself transfixed in front of it.
Perhaps I should describe it. Link found it deep in the Lost Woods when he checked on the Forest Temple. Two slender trees had carved in a tight arch and became entangled to make a permanent connection. Inside of it there was purple mist swirling around, instead of the picture of the other side.
That and other things that were included in the scenario, like stress and lack of back-up plans, made it impossible for Link to go through. What if there was even worse kinds of evil? What if it was just a trap set up by Gannondorf? What if they were expecting him to go through? Those and multiple other questions were rushing through Link.
Link heard some trademark noises being made by the trees and another Wolfo-Elf thing came out in its dangerous form. Even though Link was surprised, he had thought ahead and grabbed a lot of bombs. He used one of the Bombchus to make a mess of the Wolfo quite quickly. But it made Link think to himself, I can't let them destroy my home. That's why I'm going through.
Just then, Navi decided to pop out of his hat to say, "Hey!"
"What?" Link replied.
"Are you going through or not?"
Again, this made Link transfixed in front of the trees. But not for long, as he decided that selflessness would save the day and not have him end up hog tied on an open flame.
But, despite all of his courage and preparation for this event, nothing could prepare him for what was on the other side of that portal.
The success of it all was phenomenal. The whitecoats were dancing around in glee on the inside while the outside was still kept formal (barely for some of them). They had actually succeeded in creating a trans-dimensional portal. This changed their plan entirely. The only problem was, a big one at that, the Director didn't know about it.
The phone rang.
A greenhorn whitecoat picked up the phone and greeted, "Institute For Higher Living."
Ironically, it was the Director on the other line. "Hello. We need to know the status of the By-Half Plan in your vicinity. So, what is it."
"Aborted. We've created a trans-dimensional portal. We can invade other worlds and rule over all of them; much better ones than Earth, too!"
Quite frustrated, the Director spat, "Save the portal for playtime, I only care about this world."
As it was loud enough to hear over the partying, it caused silence across the room as the scientist on the conference speaker and sat in their respective places. Many were scared that the Director was angry. It seemed that there was a fine line between calmness and anger, with the Director holding a machete dangerously close to it.
The silence was broken, however, when the Director went back to her normal business, as if nothing happened. "Am I right to presume you have been at least half competent and kept tabs on the Flock like you were told?"
A whitecoat from across the table piped up, "Of course! They're currently resting in the slums around here."
The Director chuckled and said, "Good; very good. Now let's give them a deadly surprise, if you're catching my drift."
This time there was an even longer silence as another whitecoat said stammered, "W-we sent a-all of the Erasers through."
"YOU DID WHAT!"
"W-w-we sent m-most all of the troops over t-th-the transporter-" An experienced whitecoat, knowing the danger of this, interrupted, "We have the experimental robots though. Should we test those out?"
The Director on the other side of the phone chuckled, then said, "For once, your idiotic behavior worked for you. Well, it's time to test the true power on those things."
"We'll send them out immediately."
They heard a click, signifying the broken connection, then bolted to the power chambers, where the said robots were resting.
In all their haste to get to starting up the robots, no one ever heard the crackle of electricity, or saw the tunic wearing elf that climbed out of the portal.