Chapter 4- The Stranger

The guards dragged Ilia deep into the prison chambers until they found the cell that the princess requested the snob to be put in. A foul smell drifted through the air and the prison bars were old and rusty. As the oversized guards threw Ilia into the cell, Mayor Bo came rushing in.

"How much money do I have to pay to bail her out?" he asked one of the guards.

"10,000 rupees," the guard replied. Mayor Bo fished through his wallet and handed the guards the money.

"C'mon, Ilia," Bo grunted as he dragged his daughter out of the prison chambers. When they were back in Castle Town, he asked, "What did you do this time?"

"Ugh, Princess Zelda totally overreacted! I was just visiting Link," the snob replied.

"Ugh, c'mon! No more Hyrule for you!" As the mayor dragged Ilia to the gate, they noticed a young man with dark hair and dark eyes being tripped by and old, unshaved, fat man.

"People these days," Ilia said, "They just don't have respect." Getting rid of her snobby attitude, Ilia reached down to help the young man up.

"Thanks," the young man said. "I'm glad there are still some nice people left in the world." Then he mumbled to himself, "lose your kingdom and you lose your reputation."

But Ilia heard him and asked, "Are you that one guy, the prince of some place called Altea?"

"Yeah, at least some one knows. I'm Marth," he said.

"I'm Ilia," the snob said still acting nice. Then she turned to her father and asked, "Do we have to go just yet? Didn't you come here for a reason?"

"Well, I guess it'll be alright if we stay-as long as you don't get into anymore trouble. I haven't finished my business here anyways," Mayor Bo replied and then left her and Marth.

"So where are you staying?" she asked turning to the young prince.

"Well, until I find a better place I might as well stay in Castle Town Inn," Marth replied. "Well, I better check in at the inn and then get my luggage from my horse at the stables. It was nice meeting you, Ilia." He turned to leave.

"Wait!" she stopped him. "I can help you. I'll go get your luggage from your horse."

"Well that would be really nice, are you sure?" he inquired. When Ilia nodded he said, "Okay, it's in stable D, stall number 194. My horse is white with brown spots." After thanking her, he headed for the inn.

Ilia went through the gate and went around to the stables. When she was at the stable door, she heard evil cackling. Surprised she quickly turned around. There she saw a tall, dark-cloaked figure. She started shaking. "Wh-who are y-you?" she stammered nervously.

The dark figure took off his hood. "I am Ganondorf," he said mightily.

"I-I thought you were d-dead....at least that's what I heard...." Ilia said frightened.

"Hah! No one can kill me!" Ganon exclaimed triumphantly. "Ugh, don't worry; I'm not here to kill you. All I need is a little help..."

"Help?"

"Yes, have you heard of Princess Zelda?" the evil man asked.

"Ugh, yes! And boy do I hate her..." Ilia replied angrily.

"Good, then you'll be perfect for the job."

"Job? What job?" she questioned.

"To kill Zelda. You see, I hate her too, for other reasons, and if she was dead...." then he quietly said, "I'd get my hands on that Triforce."

"So you want my help..." Ilia began reluctantly. Then she remembered Zelda's guards dragging her away. "I'll do it!"

"Splendid," he said evilly.

"But first I need to get some things for Marth," Ilia remembered.

"Ah, Marth is here to, eh? Perfect." Ganondorf said mischievously. But Ilia didn't know what he meant so she just went on her way into the stables as Ganon disappeared.

After Ilia had given Marth his luggage and helped him unpack, she headed to Telma's Bar. Once inside, an idea popped into her head. Taking a seat at a table, she asked Telma for a piece of paper and a pen. "Thanks," she said after the bar owner gave her the items she requested. After scribbling a few things down on the paper, Ilia sneaked into the back of the room and through the door to the castle. After sneaking past the guards, she entered Link's room and placed the piece of paper on his bed.