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BEGINNING NOTE: For those of you who want longer chapters, they will be provided. I just wanted to see if the story was actually okay when I was writing the first chapter. Plus, I was in a hurry. But now you will get better chapters!

Oh, and before we start, I will to tell you that I am going to be doing a 'Reply' section before the chapter starts, where I reply to reviews. I only have two right now, but I'll answer them anyway:

Target22: Thanks! I didn't think it was that good, so hearing that it was decent was a big relief. And to all you readers, you should check out Target22's story, 'A Moblin's Epic'. It's a lot better than this. :)

Guest: As I said, I will be lengthening the chapters. And I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but you should probably get an account. It means you can get recognized as YOU all the time, and you can write your own fanfiction. I didn't think you COULD review as a guest, so that would also be on this list, except… you… reviewed… which means this paragraph wouldn't exist if guests couldn't review… whatever! The point is you should get an account.

ON WITH THE STORY!

CHAPTER II

Link walked through the dark forest, thinking about where he would first look. The air was cool and misty, giving the air the smell that is left after heavy rain. Condensation formed drops of water on the leaves of the trees above, and sometimes drops of water fell down and plopped on the ground. The trees comforted him, reminding him of his life with the Kokiri…

Suddenly, Link heard a twig snap. He froze, then looked in the direction of the sound. He couldn't see very well in the darkness, but he could barely make out a silhouette of a humanoid standing about 15 feet away from him in the darkness.

Maybe a couple of Bulblins are left in the forest. Link thought. There is also a chance that it's a bokoblin… either way, it's my enemy.

Then he drew his sword and charged.

The mystery person had no time to react; Link jumped up and kicked it in the head, sending it to the ground. He stepped on its stomach and held his sword at what was probably its throat. "Why are you following me?" Link asked, putting more pressure on its throat.

Instead of answering, it raised its knee and slammed it into the flat of Link's blade. This didn't knock Link's sword out of his hand, but it did move it enough for the spy to roll out from under him. It then drew its own sword and charged at him.

Link readied himself for the attack. When the other blade swung down, he raised his blade in defense. But the two blades never made contact.

The spy took advantage of the position Link's sword was in and swung its blade back up and around, slicing Link's right side. Link jumped back in surprise and pain. He now knew it wasn't a bokoblin: bokoblins aren't intelligent enough to make or wield swords as fine as the one this person was using, and they DEFINETELY couldn't feint like that. Bulblins, on the other hand, would be able to.

Link readied himself again, this time knowing that whoever this was, they had sword skills equal to his. The spy readied himself to attack, but Link was the one who struck first. He lunged at it, knowing what it would do. He, of course, was correct; it swung its sword at a point where he had no defense. But Link ignored his foe's sword and held his sword out straight. The enemy's sword barely connected with his shoulder, because while his sword was in the position it was in, his sword's range was farther than it would be if he was simply swinging it. So while his opponent's sword barely grazed his shoulder, HIS sword stabbed into the spy.

His intention was to stab its chest, but only succeeded in slicing its left side and cutting some of its arm. It cried out in pain; the sound turned Link's blood to ice. Th-that's a human voice! Link thought in surprise. And I recognize it… that voice belongs to Rusl!

"Rusl?" Link asked, hoping that he wasn't too hurt. "It's me, Link."

"What?!" Link heard a voice exclaim. "Well, damn it! I hope you aren't hurt."

"No, I'm fine, but we should get you to a healer. Sorry about that." Link paused for a bit, then asked: "Why were you following me, anyway?"

"Well, I couldn't let you have all the fun!" Rusl laughed. "I thought that YOU were a bokoblin or Bulbin following you!"

"So you want to come along, then?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're gonna need backup if what you said was true. Somethin' that's gonna destroy the world? That sounds pretty bad…"

"Wait, you heard that?!" Link said in surprise.

"Well, Malon didn't really do a good job o' keepin' her voice down." Rusl replied. "I was outside the window right after she yelled, cause' I wanted to see what was goin' on."

"Then you know what I'm trying to do. Since there's no need to explain it all, why don't we get going?" Link said.

"Let's go find this 'reincarnated hero' now." Rusl grinned. "I don't like long waits."

*&^%$# !

In the middle of Isixeko, in barrack 2, twenty Bulblins were sitting on rough beds, talking.

"I think we should go steal some of the beer from Kakariko. We woudn't be allowed to, of course, but nobody would know." Ningazi said as he looked at the others.

"You just might be the stupidest person I've ever met!" snarled Nentlonelo. "We cannot disobey our king! And besides, we are all too young to drink anyways."

Most of the others nodded in agreement, but some were on Ningazi's side. This, of course, turned into a larger argument. During the yelling, Nentlonelo was preparing himself for battle; putting armor on, grabbing his weapons, and preparing himself mentally.

Suddenly the door burst open. Held walked in and, seeing the warriors bickering, started yelling orders.

"ENOUGH!" Held shouted at them. They stopped and looked at him. "Quit arguing amongst yourselves. Pointless arguing and fighting cause weakness in an army. Plus, you idiots aren't even ready!"

That was when he noticed a single Bulblin who was ready. He was ready to take orders, and did not seem angry at all. Held immediately liked him. Good soldiers were hard to come by.

"What is your name, soldier?" Held asked him.

"My name is Nentlonelo, sir." The Bulblin replied.

"Soldiers, all of you should follow Nentlonelo's example. We are about to go into combat with experienced, diciplined soldiers, and we need to win." Held announced to the rest of the group. "Even if this tribe survived, if we lost, we would get no respect, and would be viewed as weak by the other tribes."

All the soldiers put on armor and grabbed weapons, then stood in an orderly formation, ready for orders. "That's more like it."

*&^%$# !

The entire Bulblin army stood on a field, waiting for the attack. Arrows were knocked in bows, sields were raised, and everyone in the field was tense.

Then a group of Hylian soldiers appeared on the horizon.

"CHARGE!" screamed King Bulblin. And everybody charged, like a giant wave rushing toward the shore. Soldiers were shouting battle cries, banging on their shields with their swords, and shooting arrows at the enemy.

When the two armies connected, it turned into complete chaos. Held sliced through ranks of Hylians, shouting orders at his men. He had a gash across his forehead and bruises all over himself. He killed countless soldiers, yet he felt no guilt. The Hylians were the ones who attacked them, after all. They were just defending.

He continued fighting, with sweat and blood pouring down his body. He didn't know who was winning or losing; he just knew that he was protecting his home. Images of Hylians slaughtering the Bulblin children in Isixeko encouraged him – almost FORCED him – to keep on battling.

And then all of a sudden it was over. At first Held was confused; the Hylian army was moving in strange formations. But then he realized they were retreating.

The Bulblins had won.

He felt like jumping and dancing for joy, but couldn't. He was much too tired. He looked around him, looked at the Bulblins who were being taken to the healer, Bulblins who were badly injured.

And then, he collapsed.