"Hurry up with the microwave dinners! It's not that hard!"
"Easy for you to say, you're the Goddess of being smarterest."
"Just quicken your pace, Din. Jeopardy is about to start!"
"Okay, hang on." Grumbling, Din grabbed the package off of the table. She was a Goddess, why should she have to put up with this shit? She opened the door and threw the box inside, then slammed it shut.
Farore sat on the couch, her feet kicked up. Nayru eagerly awaited the start of the show. From inside the kitchen, Din screamed, "Down with Trebek!"
Farore turned up the television, eager to hear what the first question would be.
"This fan fiction author is undeniably the greatest human to step foot on earth." read Alex Trebek.
Instantly, a contestant buzzed in. She screamed "Potatosaurusrex!" at the top of her lungs, smiling with glee.
"I'm sorry, that is incorrect."
"What!?" Farore screamed, throwing the remote at the screen. "That's bullshit! I hate this show."
"Well what do you suggest we turn on?" Nayru asked, getting up to grab the remote. "The only other things on are the Channel 3 News and the Simpsons, both of which are depressing to watch nowadays."
"Fine, then let me have the remote so I can flip through the channels and act like I want to be engaged in something." Farore took the remote from Nayru and began furiously pressing the channel change button. For a television that belonged to the Goddesses, it sure didn't have a very good cable subscription.
"Din… are you doing okay in there?" Nayru asked, walking over to the kitchen.
"Yeah… these microwave dinners just take a while, I guess."
Nayru looked at her quizzically. The microwave was on the other side of the room. Din was standing next to the portal to the realm of mortals. Curiously enough, the dinners were still on the table.
"Din, did you put the microwave dinners in there?"
"Yeah, why?"
"First of all, that's not the microwave. That leads to the world we preside over. Second of all, what you put in there wasn't the dinners, because they're still on the table."
"I wonder what's for dinner!" Farore called in from the other room, snickering.
"Does that explain why it laughed when I threw it in?"
"Wait… it laughed?"
"Yeah. The black box? The one that was smoking?"
"You mean the one… Din… The one that we put there a couple days ago?"
"I thought it spoiled over, but you really seemed to want it."
"That was not a microwave dinner!" Nayru screamed, gripping her sister's throat.
"Uh… you two might want to come see this."
Farore sat on the sofa, mouth agape. She'd stopped on the Channel 3 News, where the latest headline rolled across the screen.
"What?" Din asked. She began (slowly) reading the screen aloud, "Potatosaurusrex beginning new fan fiction?"
"No, you imbecile!" Farore slapped her. "Not the subtext! The headline! Who the hell reads the subtext!"
The words "Ancient Evil re-released into the world of mortals" rolled across the screen ever so casually.
"Why sure I'll sign your forehead little boy!"
"Groose, it's me, Pipit. And I never asked for a signature."
Groose leapt at Pipit, holding a sharp pen to his head. Link and Zelda latched onto his arms and began pulling him back. Groose reluctantly calmed himself, leaving a scribbled mess on Pipit's forehead. He sighed in frustration, placing his hand on his forehead and walking away into the small crowd of people.
"Groose… you can't keep doing that." Zelda said, knowing this wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last.
"But I saved the world… It's like nobody's grateful for anything…"
"They were grateful, but it's been-"
A horse rode by with a knight on its back, neighing loudly, covering up Link's speech.
"-months and I'm pretty sure everyone's showed their gratitude five times over."
"Well that's stupid. I want a statue."
"That'd deserve saving the world twice!" Zelda said sarcastically, parting from the group to see her father, who stood at the center of town. He was laying out instructions to workers for the creation of the castle, which was commencing soon.
Groose, continued down the path, noting how well the residents of Skyloft had adjusted to their new settings. Ah, Grooseland was shaping up very nicely.
"Free… free from the confines of that prison… free to roam the surface once more… free to practice evil… free for revenge!" Demise went down his bucket list, reading from memory. It hadn't been long, but he'd already devised his next intentions, and he was going to begin soon. He was, however, at a disadvantage at the moment. "If I am to conquer the world and spread my wrath, I'm going to need more power. In this state of being, I have little to no influence over anything."
"Excuse me sir, who are you talking to?"
"What the- who are you? Can you see me? How?"
"Uh… I dunno." The small Kikwi looked up at the Demon Lord with a childish grin. It ran over to him and hugged his leg, smiling. Demise groaned, and punted the Kikwi off into the distance.
"Well… that went well… Now, where am I…" The Demon Lord proceeded to gather his bearings, as the makings of an adventure began to form. The wheels of fate had begun to spin once more.
