The Legend of Pucca: Twilight Fiends
Midna was sitting on her throne, her head in her hands. I can't believe this, she thought. Just when I get turned back into my true self after several months, I get captured by my own guards and separated from the one person who can help destroy Zant.
"Now what do I do?" she asked aloud, to no one in particular.
"Um, Princess Midna," a guard said, breaking her train of thought.
"What?" she snapped, looking up at the guard.
"What should we do with this prisoner you requested to see?" the guard asked, motioning to the two soldiers behind him. They were holding Link in-between them by his arms. His hands and feet were tied with very thick rope, and his lip was bleeding slightly.
"Ah, yes," Midna said, looking at Link. "You can-"
"Please Princess," Link cut in, looking up at Midna. "Whatever you do, don't-"
"How dare you interrupt the Princess?!" said one of the soldiers holding Link, striking him in the back of the head.
"Stop it!" yelled Midna, when she heard Link cry out in pain. She looked at the soldier. "Never, under any circumstances, discipline a prisoner without my permission. Understand?" she said with venom in her voice.
"Y-yes, Princess. Sorry Princess," said the soldier, hanging his head.
"Now, let the prisoner speak," Midna ordered.
"Princess, whatever you do, don't put me in cell 23," Link said.
"Why?" Midna asked, instantly regretting it because Link had to make up an excuse.
"Because, I think it's . . . haunted," Link said, pausing for dramatic effect.
"Is that so?" Midna said, smiling evilly. "Well then, off to cell 23 you go!" She waved to Link as he was dragged away, uttering cries of protest.
"You," Midna said, stopping the guard who had first spoken to her in his tracks. "I will be going down to check on the prisoner in twenty minutes, and if anyone wants me while I'm gone, tell them I'm busy, alright?"
"Yes Princess," said the soldier, bowing and running out of the room to catch up with the soldiers, leaving Midna alone again.
I wonder what he's up to . . . she thought, frowning slightly. Oh well, I guess I'll find out in twenty minutes.
Meanwhile in the kitchen. . .
"Are you done yet?" snapped Wolfgang, watching as Vendetta added yet another ingredient to the batter.
"Shut up! Cooking takes time," Vendetta snapped back.
"What did you say?" growled Wolfgang menacingly, pulling Vendetta's chin up so she was looking at him.
"I said 'Yes, it's ready'," Vendetta said, jerking her chin out of his grasp.
"You make a good little cook," said Wolfgang, taking a piece of batter and putting it to his mouth. Then he paused.
"Here, you try it first," he said, handing the piece to a guard standing nearby.
"Thanks," the guard said, taking the batter and putting it in his mouth. "Hey, this is really g- ack!"
His comment was cut short as he coughed, held his throat, fell to the floor, and lay still.
"You tried to poison me," said Wolfgang in a conversational tone, looking at the dead guard on the floor.
"Well, duh," said Vendetta. "You didn't expect me to stand here and be your slave, did you?" Wolfgang snarled at her.
"You actually thought that would work?" he roared. "How stupid can you be?" He grabbed Vendetta by the back of her dress and hoisted her up into the air so she was staring straight into his face.
"Now, I want you to make me something else that's not poisoned," he commanded in a soft voice. "Or you're going to end up like our little guard friend over there, only much worse." Vendetta just nodded, and Wolfgang put her down. "Now, I'll come back in a half an hour, and it better be ready by then." And with that, Wolfgang turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Vendetta stood there for a moment. Well, Plan A failed, so it's time for Plan B, she thought. With a devilish smile, she started doing the thing she did best: making a fiend.
A/N: I'm not going to update for a few days because i'm going to Ocean City! Woo! I'm looking foward to reading lots of reveiws when i get back! -hint hint-