This will be the last one for today. It's not edited much, but not all of them need to be. Here we go!

The sun had set outside of the window, and the 'smashers' were once again gathered around the kitchen table. All of them sat in chairs, eating, discussing what had happened.

Earlier, when Link had returned, carrying an unconscious Zelda, Marth had stopped him, asking for an explanation. After explaining wearily what had happened, Link had carried Zelda upstairs. The two had come downstairs about an hour later. Zelda did not remember what had happened to her, so Link had explained. Now, she hung her head, guilt dragging her down like a hundred-pound weight. Link, unable to stand watching her sad, was trying to comfort her. Each of the Smasher teams told about the things that had happened to them.

"And she gave us this paper and said that's what we were looking for," said Roy.

"Do you trust her?" put in Samus. "After all, she might have been lying."

"Yes, I do," said Roy. "She smashed the machine that was her weapon, and promised she'd never hurt anyone again." He held out the map piece, spreading it out on the table.

"She did seem to regret what she had done," Marth put in. "But if she was lying, we'll know when we don't have all the map pieces."

"We found a paper like that." Samus reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper. "I had to redraw part of it, it was washed off and partially digested. I found it between two of Kraid's teeth."

"Eeewww," put in Nana, shuddering. "That's gross."

"We've got one," added Popo, pulling it out of his parka. All the teams brought forward their map pieces.

"We'll have to assemble the map," said Marth.

Once all the pieces were laid out, they started to look for pieces that went together. Two of the pieces had half each of the same face, so those were easy to put together. As they were set next to each other, the papers seemed to melt together until that piece of the map was whole and unblemished.

"Cool!" said Roy. "How does it do that?"

The same way it was broken apart and scattered all over the place? Mewtwo suggested, slightly sarcastic.

"Right," said Roy, glaring slightly.

After that start, it was easy to figure out where the rest of the map pieces went. Soon, they had a map that was almost completely whole.

"Didn't that dark creature leave us something like that?" said Zelda.

"It did, didn't it?" agreed Link. He pulled the paper out of his pack and placed it in the only hole.

In a flash of light, the map was whole.

"That will make this a lot less difficult," said Marth. "We simply start in the Tunnels, then go through all the places one by one. Everyone, get a good sleep. We leave for the Final Destination tomorrow."

Everyone parted company and went to bed.

Zelda lay awake, staring at the moon outside of her and Link's bedroom. Link's arm was around her, and by his breathing she could tell he was asleep. Strange, dark thoughts danced around in her mind. Slowly, she began to remember what she had done in that blank period.

She looked around, calculating. Her heart, normally passionate, wise and wild, had become a stone, cold, rational... malevolent. She suddenly felt an overwhelming rage, and struck out at the man who she loved so much. Inside her, something cried out desperately, the real her, trying to escape the iron prison. But this, this other Zelda, squashed its cries. She attacked, cruelly destroying the temple that she loved so dearly.

But then, the Sacred Water went down her throat. It burned like fire, but where it touched, she changed. The old Zelda came back as it trickled into her stomach, as its purity pumped through her blood. Then, she blacked out, and knew no more.

She closed her eyes, and an image danced behind her eyelids. Dark Zelda stared at her with eyes of fire, poisoning her. She was frozen, terrified.

But then, Link stirred in his sleep. His hand moved to rest on her cheek, and his gentle breathing stirred her hair. Her hands found his. She took the warmth of his embrace, turned it into a shield. A feeling, kind of like the Sacred Water, poured through her. It heated her cold hands and heart. She smiled, not opening her eyes. It was a defiant smile, a strong smile. Nothing could harm her. She had herself, she had Link. He loved her, and he had said so, even though she had destroyed the temple and hurt him and Navi. He loved her anyway, and Navi forgave her. The knowledge gave her strength, strength that she turned against this dark version of herself.

The image of Dark Zelda faded, defeated for a time.

Yaay Zellie! Go her.

Thanks again!