The Lone Wolf.
Chapter one: The Old Witch.
Chalder, a meek, pathetic member of Ganon's army, was the only survivor of the dark
King's downfall. And Chalder was the only one, besides Zelda and Navi, who had
Witnessed Ganon's defeat at the remnants of his floating castle.
He was a Wizzrobe, a cloaked mage who had some small magical abilities. Like, for
example, the ability to teleport, or fire small energy waves from his hands. Though these
were the current limit of his powers, he could cast them with such ease, he could do them
in his sleep, like the other Wizzrobes.
Chalder, however, was helpless on his own, without his master, Ganon, there to tell
him what to do.
The Wizzrobe was searching frantically through the old spell book library, searching for
a spell that could allow him to communicate with his master.
After several days, he found something, it was a spell that could produce a small
window in the evil realm, or wherever, that could allow him to speak to his master,
Ganon.
*****
Meanwhile, Ganon was floating aimlessly in the evil realm void. He could see nothing
except for a solid blackness all around him.
He was fuming, furious at Zelda and that brat Link, and the sages that had trapped him
here.
Out of nowhere, Ganon heard a voice.
"Master Ganon?" It called.
Ganon thought for a second that he had imagined it and was going insane.
"Master Ganon, if you can hear me, Please answer!" the voice called again.
This time Ganon answered. "Who's there?" he called to the void.
"Oh, thank goodness I found you master!" the voice called. A sound of gathering
energy caused Ganon to turn and look, and he saw a glowing energy mass gathering,
which turned into a thing like a flat plate. Inside the disk, the image of a Wizzrobe
appeared.
Ganon gaped at the image.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Master Ganon, it's me, Chalder, don't you remember me?" the Wizzrobe asked.
"Chalder?" Ganon said, stunned. "Where are you?"
"Why… I'm in the spell archives, does that matter?" he asked.
"Is there any spell there that can get me out of here?" Ganon asked frantically.
Chalder shook his head. "Sadly… no, master, there isn't. I can only ask you for
instructions, for the seal of the sages is too strong for me to break alone."
Ganon thought furiously. "Then I'm back where I started. It'll take my a few
centuries at least to break the seal with the Triforce of power alone."
"I know that master, but if I can do anything for you, here in Hyrule, I shall do my
best."
Ganon thought furiously trying to think of something he could tell Chalder, something
that Chalder could do, some magical item that he could use to break the sages seal, but
there was nothing he knew of that could do that, save for the unified Triforce that could
break it easily.
"Damn that link, if I was free I would make him feel pain like he's never-" Ganon
broke off mid-sentence, an idea forming in his devious mind.
He looked back at Chalder with a malicious grin.
"Chalder, I want you to listen to my orders very carefully, and get all this, ok?"
"As you command master."
*****
Chalder made his way through the dark forest, the trees were bare of leaves, as winter
was about to settle in. He followed the old beaten path without straying, his master had
told him to do so.
The moon hung overhead, a pale white sphere in the cloudy sky. A group of dark
clouds passes over the moon, blotting out it's light completely.
Chalder summoned a small ball of magical energy to light his way, and progressed
carefully.
"I wonder how long I have to follow this path before I find her hut?" Chalder thought to
himself.
A few minutes later, as the clouds passed and the moonlight lit the forest once again,
Chalder saw the side of a large gnarled tree trunk, which was as large as some cabins
he'd seen.
He approached it, and saw the crudely fashioned door in the side of the trunk.
"Lets see, Master Ganon said to knock three times on the door, then wait for her to
call…" Chalder said, and then rapped his knuckled on the door three times.
After a moment of silence, a glow of candle light appeared through the openings
between the door boards.
"Who are you?" the voice of an old hag cackled from inside the door.
"I am Chalder, Wizzrobe and servant to master Ganon." Chalder called back to the
witch.
Another moment of silence, then the door creaked open slowly, and Chalder entered.
The inside of the tree hut was a cluttered chamber, filled with racks of staves along the
walls, piles of books and scrolls, and shelves upon shelves of potion and elixir bottles. A
fireplace in the middle of the hut had a cauldron hanging over it, the fire making the
contents bubble.
But the witch was nowhere in sight.
"Hello?" Chalder called.
"Stay where you are." The hag's voice called again. "You'll see me in a moment."
The witch, a rag wearing old woman, appeared from thin air on the other side of the
cauldron from Chalder.
Chalder jumped, shocked.
The witch looked Chalder over, regarding him, and looking at his blank face.
"Wizzrobe eh? You things always looked more like Skull Kids to me." She cackled.
Chalder fumed, he hated being taunted. But he kept quiet.
"So, Ganondorf sent you? He's still in the evil realm isn't he?"
"Yes, but I contacted him by a spell."
"Oh, and what did he tell you to do?"
Chalder took a deep breath and answered. "He wanted me to get a curse from you so I
could cast it upon Link, the one who defeated him."
She nodded. "A simple plan, I expected no less from him, nor any more for that
matter." The witch mumbled. "So, what kind of curse did he have in mind for the young
warrior?" she asked.
"Uh, I don't know, he didn't say, just a curse that would give him pain like my master
felt, alone in the void. Yeah, yeah that's it." Chalder said.
"Not the brightest one in the bunch is he?" the witch thought to herself.
"Well, I think I might have a curse or a spell that could do that. In one manner or
another. Let me check." She said.
After three hours of sitting on the floor by the witches fire, waiting for the witch to sort
through all her scrolls, books and staves, she finally held up a staff with many runic
characters and a set of what looked like claw marks on it.
"Here it is!" she said triumphantly. "I really have to organize this place better." She
muttered to herself.
Chalder got to his feet and looked at the witch. "Well, can I have it now please?"
"Not yet Wizzrobe, a staff like this is too hard to have ensorcelled and give away for
free."
Chalder fumed. "How much?" he asked, growling, his eyes glowing red.
"One huge rupee should do it." she said.
If Chalder had a jaw, it would have dropped straight to the ground.
"Or up to two hundred green rupees. Whichever." she said, waving her hand absently.
Chalder's eyes glowed hot white, pure fuming rage, and pulled out four purple rupees
and paid the witch for the staff, which she promptly handed over.
"Ok, now, how does this curse work?"
"Ah, I knew you'd ask that." She said. "The curse works like the energy waves you use
all the time Wizzrobe. Only this spell can only be used once. So make sure you hit him
with it the first time!"
"What about the mirror shield? He carries it around all the time!" Chalder asked.
"The mirror shield? That won't block this spell, in fact, all the better he uses it! The
shield will channel the spell to him directly, this curse isn't like the other spell's the shield
was made to reflect."
"And that means what?" Chalder asked.
The witch sighed. "It means, even though he uses the shield, the spell will go through
the shield and hit him anyway."
Chalder's eyes opened wide at this, and as the idea of it, a spell that link couldn't block,
formed in Chalder's head, his eyes glowed blue merrily.
"YAHOO!!!" he cried, and jumped in the air, and then dashed out the door so fast the
After-blast knocked the door off its hinges.
Chapter one: The Old Witch.
Chalder, a meek, pathetic member of Ganon's army, was the only survivor of the dark
King's downfall. And Chalder was the only one, besides Zelda and Navi, who had
Witnessed Ganon's defeat at the remnants of his floating castle.
He was a Wizzrobe, a cloaked mage who had some small magical abilities. Like, for
example, the ability to teleport, or fire small energy waves from his hands. Though these
were the current limit of his powers, he could cast them with such ease, he could do them
in his sleep, like the other Wizzrobes.
Chalder, however, was helpless on his own, without his master, Ganon, there to tell
him what to do.
The Wizzrobe was searching frantically through the old spell book library, searching for
a spell that could allow him to communicate with his master.
After several days, he found something, it was a spell that could produce a small
window in the evil realm, or wherever, that could allow him to speak to his master,
Ganon.
*****
Meanwhile, Ganon was floating aimlessly in the evil realm void. He could see nothing
except for a solid blackness all around him.
He was fuming, furious at Zelda and that brat Link, and the sages that had trapped him
here.
Out of nowhere, Ganon heard a voice.
"Master Ganon?" It called.
Ganon thought for a second that he had imagined it and was going insane.
"Master Ganon, if you can hear me, Please answer!" the voice called again.
This time Ganon answered. "Who's there?" he called to the void.
"Oh, thank goodness I found you master!" the voice called. A sound of gathering
energy caused Ganon to turn and look, and he saw a glowing energy mass gathering,
which turned into a thing like a flat plate. Inside the disk, the image of a Wizzrobe
appeared.
Ganon gaped at the image.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Master Ganon, it's me, Chalder, don't you remember me?" the Wizzrobe asked.
"Chalder?" Ganon said, stunned. "Where are you?"
"Why… I'm in the spell archives, does that matter?" he asked.
"Is there any spell there that can get me out of here?" Ganon asked frantically.
Chalder shook his head. "Sadly… no, master, there isn't. I can only ask you for
instructions, for the seal of the sages is too strong for me to break alone."
Ganon thought furiously. "Then I'm back where I started. It'll take my a few
centuries at least to break the seal with the Triforce of power alone."
"I know that master, but if I can do anything for you, here in Hyrule, I shall do my
best."
Ganon thought furiously trying to think of something he could tell Chalder, something
that Chalder could do, some magical item that he could use to break the sages seal, but
there was nothing he knew of that could do that, save for the unified Triforce that could
break it easily.
"Damn that link, if I was free I would make him feel pain like he's never-" Ganon
broke off mid-sentence, an idea forming in his devious mind.
He looked back at Chalder with a malicious grin.
"Chalder, I want you to listen to my orders very carefully, and get all this, ok?"
"As you command master."
*****
Chalder made his way through the dark forest, the trees were bare of leaves, as winter
was about to settle in. He followed the old beaten path without straying, his master had
told him to do so.
The moon hung overhead, a pale white sphere in the cloudy sky. A group of dark
clouds passes over the moon, blotting out it's light completely.
Chalder summoned a small ball of magical energy to light his way, and progressed
carefully.
"I wonder how long I have to follow this path before I find her hut?" Chalder thought to
himself.
A few minutes later, as the clouds passed and the moonlight lit the forest once again,
Chalder saw the side of a large gnarled tree trunk, which was as large as some cabins
he'd seen.
He approached it, and saw the crudely fashioned door in the side of the trunk.
"Lets see, Master Ganon said to knock three times on the door, then wait for her to
call…" Chalder said, and then rapped his knuckled on the door three times.
After a moment of silence, a glow of candle light appeared through the openings
between the door boards.
"Who are you?" the voice of an old hag cackled from inside the door.
"I am Chalder, Wizzrobe and servant to master Ganon." Chalder called back to the
witch.
Another moment of silence, then the door creaked open slowly, and Chalder entered.
The inside of the tree hut was a cluttered chamber, filled with racks of staves along the
walls, piles of books and scrolls, and shelves upon shelves of potion and elixir bottles. A
fireplace in the middle of the hut had a cauldron hanging over it, the fire making the
contents bubble.
But the witch was nowhere in sight.
"Hello?" Chalder called.
"Stay where you are." The hag's voice called again. "You'll see me in a moment."
The witch, a rag wearing old woman, appeared from thin air on the other side of the
cauldron from Chalder.
Chalder jumped, shocked.
The witch looked Chalder over, regarding him, and looking at his blank face.
"Wizzrobe eh? You things always looked more like Skull Kids to me." She cackled.
Chalder fumed, he hated being taunted. But he kept quiet.
"So, Ganondorf sent you? He's still in the evil realm isn't he?"
"Yes, but I contacted him by a spell."
"Oh, and what did he tell you to do?"
Chalder took a deep breath and answered. "He wanted me to get a curse from you so I
could cast it upon Link, the one who defeated him."
She nodded. "A simple plan, I expected no less from him, nor any more for that
matter." The witch mumbled. "So, what kind of curse did he have in mind for the young
warrior?" she asked.
"Uh, I don't know, he didn't say, just a curse that would give him pain like my master
felt, alone in the void. Yeah, yeah that's it." Chalder said.
"Not the brightest one in the bunch is he?" the witch thought to herself.
"Well, I think I might have a curse or a spell that could do that. In one manner or
another. Let me check." She said.
After three hours of sitting on the floor by the witches fire, waiting for the witch to sort
through all her scrolls, books and staves, she finally held up a staff with many runic
characters and a set of what looked like claw marks on it.
"Here it is!" she said triumphantly. "I really have to organize this place better." She
muttered to herself.
Chalder got to his feet and looked at the witch. "Well, can I have it now please?"
"Not yet Wizzrobe, a staff like this is too hard to have ensorcelled and give away for
free."
Chalder fumed. "How much?" he asked, growling, his eyes glowing red.
"One huge rupee should do it." she said.
If Chalder had a jaw, it would have dropped straight to the ground.
"Or up to two hundred green rupees. Whichever." she said, waving her hand absently.
Chalder's eyes glowed hot white, pure fuming rage, and pulled out four purple rupees
and paid the witch for the staff, which she promptly handed over.
"Ok, now, how does this curse work?"
"Ah, I knew you'd ask that." She said. "The curse works like the energy waves you use
all the time Wizzrobe. Only this spell can only be used once. So make sure you hit him
with it the first time!"
"What about the mirror shield? He carries it around all the time!" Chalder asked.
"The mirror shield? That won't block this spell, in fact, all the better he uses it! The
shield will channel the spell to him directly, this curse isn't like the other spell's the shield
was made to reflect."
"And that means what?" Chalder asked.
The witch sighed. "It means, even though he uses the shield, the spell will go through
the shield and hit him anyway."
Chalder's eyes opened wide at this, and as the idea of it, a spell that link couldn't block,
formed in Chalder's head, his eyes glowed blue merrily.
"YAHOO!!!" he cried, and jumped in the air, and then dashed out the door so fast the
After-blast knocked the door off its hinges.