Tom was lost as to what to do. He was at the mercy of Zant if he did not tear his relationship with his friends to shreds.

Before he left, Zant told him that if he were able to defeat the other wielders of the triforce, their powers would escape and rest within him instead. And then, he and Zant would supposedly use their combined power of light and darkness to bring the world to its knees. There was only one slight loophole in Zant's plan – Tom would have to seriously injure Callum and Laura if he wanted to get his hands (or rather, paws) on those triforce pieces. And he wasn't exactly willing to do that.

He supposedly had Midna around to help him, but either she'd left him for more important business, or he couldn't figure out how to summon her. Either way, social interaction was the last thing on Tom's mind at the moment. Having been transported just outside Castle Town, he gazed at the expansive Hyrule Field, every inch of its life having been sucked out by twilight. While there was a certain beauty within it, he couldn't help but feel uneasy in such an alien environment.

However hopeless the situation may have been, Tom couldn't help but wonder about his new powers. As a human, he had always possessed a destructive nature, often getting impulses to throw and break things, much to the annoyance of the residents of Ordon Village. He spotted a weak-looking tree not far away, and strolled towards it, observing it fully. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he sunk his teeth into the trunk, clenching his jaw with all the strength as he could muster. Within a matter of seconds, the tree snapped clean in two, and the upper section which had been ripped off burst into flames, fell to the ground and was fully incinerated within a minute. The remains dissolved into squares of twilight, lifting off the ground and rising slowly into the sky.

Tom realised he had probably put a little too much power into that one – the bite he delivered could have probably murdered a couple of elephants. He was fascinated by this newfound strength, however – he spent the next ten minutes running frantically through the field, scanning his surroundings for anything that looked insignificant enough to destroy. Grass, trees and rocks were his main victims. Everything he attacked suffered the same fate – bursting into flames, followed by fading into the twilight. It seemed that the larger the object, the more effort it requires to ignite. With a little practice, he could move further and further up the destructive scale, being able to wipe out anything in his path.

He had no idea what to use this power for, however – a desire for power wasn't particularly close to his heart, but it felt like a privilege to have it, and he didn't want to put it to waste. He supposedly had a mission to pursue – he had been ordered to Zant to stop Callum and Laura from reuniting. Unable to think of how to do this himself due to his lack of imagination, Zant was forced to propose an idea instead. He said that Tom was to find at least one of them, and mislead them, while Zant disposes of the other. He was reassured that disposal does not mean death, but he wasn't sure he trusted Zant after his performance from earlier. Still, he had no choice – his memory was at stake.

Laura was supposedly headed towards Faron Woods. Thanks to Callum's incessant ramblings about the geography of Hyrule back in Ordon, he had a good idea of where that was. Just as he was about to head off, he felt a gigantic blast of wind against his face, which could only have been caused by something passing by. Surely enough, he looked up to see a large black dragon passing over the field – wings fully spread, tail outstretched. It seemed to be heading towards Hyrule Castle, so Tom turned to observe its movements for a while. As it approached the castle, it began to circle around it, seemingly scanning the land below. While Tom couldn't work out what it was up to, he couldn't help but feel as if he knew this dragon somehow. Before he had a chance to think about this, however, he noticed an invisible barrier had suddenly appeared around the castle, and every time the black dragon attempted to get close, it was forced away from it by this barrier. A couple seconds later, Zant appeared out of nowhere next to Tom's side, almost giving him a heart attack from the shock.

"It's that blasted dragon from the desert! Get him!" Zant yelled, holding out an arm to the dragon and using his power to bring it plummeting to the ground in front of them. He then lunged at it mercilessly, lifting it up and slamming it back on the ground repeatedly, much to Tom's horror.

"Come on, what are you waiting for! ATTACK IT!" the Twilight King urged, forcing Tom to come close and take a swipe at its leg. The dragon roared in pain and immediately reacted by sweeping its tail across the ground, knocking Tom clean off his feet. It then attempted to slice Zant with its tail blade, but to no avail, as the Twili was able to teleport fast enough to avoid the blow.

After a few more minutes of watching this one-sided battle, Tom decided he needed to intervene. He felt like he had a duty to protect this dragon, as evil as Zant was making it out to be. He charged at Zant and knocked him over, allowing the large animal to take flight again. What Tom didn't expect, however, was for it to extend its claws and fire a powerful blast of flames directly at Zant, enveloping him in flames and barely missing Tom. The fire spread out along the ground, setting the grass alight and releasing a rising cloud of embers and ash from the ground. By the time the flames had burned out, the black dragon had found an opportunity to escape, and could now be seen flying towards Faron Woods in the distance – exactly where Tom needed to go. He was about to head after it, but he stopped when he heard the sound of groaning behind him.

Zant lay face down in the remains of the burnt patch of grass, which was still noticeably hot. He slowly struggled to lift himself up slightly, muttering "Tom... why..."

Tom cocked his head to one side, deciding to throw in a witty remark. "I decided to stop you from getting carried away. You can misuse power, you know."

Zant stood up properly, leaning slightly from fatigue and pain. "You're one to talk! Who was the one running around like a maniac and burning trees to the ground?"

Tom, loyal to his personality, took the insult very critically. "I have a right to use my power! You told me yourself! If anything you should be praising my use of power."

"Hrrgh... if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been torched by that dragon... and you would be suffocating again right now... this is the power of the King of Twilight, and you WILL respect it!" Zant's words made Tom shiver a little, but he was reluctant to show fear.

"If you want me to help you with your little plan, you'll have to let me do it how I want. I'm not letting a power-crazed fool tell me how to use my own power! Feels bad to be threatened, doesn't it?"

"AARGH!" Zant screamed, vanishing with an anger-induced explosion of dark energy. Tom couldn't help but snicker to himself, and feeling like he'd won somehow.

With that whole fight scene over with, Tom was able to resume his previous activity of following the dragon... which had now flown out of sight. Either way, he could remember roughly which way it had gone. He ran south, towards Faron Woods, in search of Laura – whether it was so he could happily reunite with her or brutally destroy her, he wasn't sure.