Prologue

The Trio had returned home, and they began finding more information about them. Tracing their family history back a whole millenium, they finally find out their origins, after hours of all-nighters (and about a few thousand dollars granted to them by the government.) They found out that they were related to the holders of the Triforces back in the past, Tiger more closely related to Link, April to Zelda, and Mitchell to Ganondorf. Thankfully, for Mitchell's sake, his genetic code is non-dominant Ganondorf, which is why he isn't evil.

(You must be thinking, since when did Ganondorf have kids? Well, it was during a long night in Wind Waker times. He had a one night stand with some pirate lady, and they ended up having a few brewskis together. One thing led to another, censored due to content issues, and the lady got pregnant...you know what? It isn't really important how he had kids, he just did. LIVE WITH IT!)

Moving on...

It has been two months since Tiger, Mitchell, and April have returned from their brief visit in Hyrule. Although the Triforces have been combined into Tiger, the Trio still keep close tabs until graduation. Afterwards, Mitchell and April both move away from the small Oklahoma town of Ripley to the state's panhandle, where they attend a small college. Communication between the couple and Tiger grow thinner, until they hardly talk at all.

That summer, Tiger takes a roadtrip to the Atlantic Ocean in his banged up piece-of-crap truck. Wearing virtually the same outfit he wore when the Trio went back in time, he goes on a personal journey, a quest to find himself, if you will. Little does he know that he'll go head-long into another grand adventure that makes his previous one look like a trip to his grandmothers house...

Chapter One: Destiny Beckons One More

"Step right up folks, try to out-shoot the great Shooter Dick, and win a pair of tickets to anywhere in the world!" the carnival man said as many contestants failed to outshoot the other man. Shooter Dick was the best amateur archer in the world, and no one could beat him.

That was, until HE came to town...

It was a hot North Carolina summer day, and a carnival was taking place in a small town near the coast. There were rides everywhere, food stands galore. Kids tugged at their parents' sleeves and/or arms, teenagers rode the Tilt-a-Whirl until they puked their under-cooked chicken fritters and watered down sodas onto the ground. Lovers, yound and old, kissed and caressed each other on the Ferris wheel as the sun began to set in the sky. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening...at least, not yet...

Tiger walked through the crowds of people, looking to kill some time before heading south to Atlanta. Hell, he had nothing better to do, he had until September to get home. As he walked past the archery rip-off stand, he saw many people try to outshoot the Shooter, and each time failing before being insulted by the man on shift. Even women and children, especially the women and children, were being offended by the outrageous remarks the two jerks were saying.

'I guess I could have just a little fun...' Tiger thought to himself, grinning from ear to ear.

He pulled a fiver from his wallet, and flicked it in the man's face. He chose the shabbiest bow oout of the group, and the dullest arrow. The two men looked at each other and laughed, knowing this wasn't going to take long. Little did they know, Tiger had experience.

While the Trio was still in Hyrule, Tiger was messing around with the bow, with great accuracy, I might add. Anywho, the guards came in and were amazed at his ability. After a few pointers, Tiger outshot even the most skilled archer of the Royal Guard. This happened right before the Trio left.

"Go ahead, pipsqueak, give it your best shot!" The human giant, Shooter Dick, said to Tiger.

Tiger gave the ooaf a cocky grin, and said, "No, you go first. If i split the arrow, I take only one ticket."

With a growl of anger, Dick pulled the arrow back, and with great skill and grace, hit a perfect bulls-eye, in the exact center of the target. With a great laugh of arrogance, he walked off, waiting for the young man to miss miserably, like so many had done before.

Thankfully, for this story's sake, destiny was plotting in Tiger's favor.

Tiger drew the arrow, and with even greater accuracy and power than Dick, split the arrow apart, and even impaled the bale of hay. The duo was stunned. The boy picked the worst bow and the worst arrow, and he still beat the greatest. Angry, they charged the boy, the carnival attendant drawing a big knife, Shooter Dick obviously thinking he could rip Tiger in half. The both of them had very evil intentions on their mind, no one double-crossed them, nobody.

"We'll make you pay for showing me up!" Shooter roared as Tiger just stood there.

Bad mistake...

Tiger kneed the big man in the gut, knocking the air out of him. As the attendant thrusted overhand at him, Tiger sidestepped and pulled his arm all the way around, making the attendant stab himself in the leg. He ran behind Shooter, who quickly regain his composure. He charged at Tiger once more, ready to pinch his head off and crap down his neck. Once more, Tiger got the best of him. In one swift movement, Tiger jumped off Shooters' knee as he took a step, jumped in the air, and gave him a roundhouse right to the temple. As Tiger landed perfectly, Shooter hit the ground unconscious, almost dead. The attendant sat still and silent, surprized that his main ingredient in his scam had been taken down by a runt.

He then looked up at Tiger, who stood above him, arms crossed, looking at him like a wolf looked at his prey. Tiger pulled down his prescription sunglasses, and looked him straight in the eye, his own eyes glowing red with anger, the Triforce of Power glowing underneath the black glove in his right hand.

"I would like to have my ticket, and my money back, sir." Tiger said in a calm, yet pissed off voice. The man did as instructed, and crawled away. Tiger walked away from him, went through the astonished crowd of at least two to three hundred people, made his way to his truck, and drove off to the airport at Raleigh. He had a one-way ticket to the Carribean.

Twelve fifteen in the morning, the seat nearest the emergency exit, over 20,000 feet up in the air, a moment in time that would live in imfamy...

Tiger sat in his seat, stewing in the anger that the ticket was for red-eye flight only. He kept the anger to himself, and contenued asking the stewardess for more Dr. Pepper. It seemed to be the only thing that relaxed his mind. The airlines' radio didn't seem to calm his nerves, the shows they presented sucked (except for MASH, which was one of his favorite shows), so he simply looked out the window at the black abyss below. Something wasn't right. After doing some quick calculations in his head, he realized he was in the exact middle of the Bermuda Triangle.

'WTF!' Tiger thought to himself. "We must have gotten lost, this can't possibly be correct.' He tried to flag down the stewardess to ask what was going on, if anything was going on.

That's when all hell broke loose...

The plane began to hit turbulence, and the captain reported that an emergency landing was about to take place. The plane began to speed up at around 14,000 feet. No one knew what was going on, except the turbines stopped. Tiger then felt a strange feeling of dread and doom. Suddenly, a huge explosion could be heard from both sides of the huge 747 jet. All the engines blew out, sending the plane into a death dive towards the ocean. Windows shattered, and everything and everyone on the flight, which weren't but twenty passengers anyways, fell to the cockpit, which then broke off and collided with the fuel-tank. Needless to say, they suffered a horrible, and toasty, death one thousand feet in the sky. Also, needless to say, Tiger held on to his seat, which just so happened to be the front seat in the remaining part. Thank God for seatbelts...

Tiger clung tightly to an inflatable raft that happened to pass by. Right before he hit the water, he inflated the thing via the automatic string, unbuckled himself, and jumped in only one second before hitting the water. Had he had failed to do so, he would've died on impact. He looked on as the remains of the plane fell into the water, along with his clothes, his cell phone, snacks, boot-leg moonshine he picked up at the carnival, almost everything he had on him at the time, save his wallet and pocket knife. He laid back and closed his eyes, falling asleep under the nautical night sky as the full moon shone brightly upon him.

He drifted day and night for three days into the great depths of the Bermuda Triangle. Where he ended up and how he got there is still a mystery to all but God Almighty...