AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey there guys! Just wanted to stop in and give a few announcement type things. First of all, I'm finished with the whole pirate saga. I think that turned out really well, with how I set up the format and everything. Second, this is a filler chapter. I'm not going to hide it. Third, I finally beat Skyward Sword with only six hearts. I'm currently back to OoT, and Dark Link can go die because why can't I even beat that guy I mean what is that guys even his problem! Anyway, read, review, and above all else, enjoy!


"Hey Fi, what do you think the people in Skyloft are doing? After all, I am their leader. And the go to guy, Gaepora, turned into a chronic alcoholic and is lying in a hospital bed somewhere. Who do you think is in charge right now?"

"I'd say the position probably went to whoever had the nerve to claim it, Master Groose."

"I think it should be me, after all the crap I had to go through concerning my sudden lack of mental ability according to everyone in Skyloft."

The trio conversed among themselves as the two Loftwings touched down in the Skyloft plaza. Something was a bit… off. The bazaar tent was burning, a bright and vibrant fire peaked atop it. A Skyloftian Knight rode into the town plaza on his bird. He jumped off and approached Groose.

"Oh, nice of you to join while we're going through a crisis!"

"What happened here?" Groose asked the young knight, clad in red.

"A mysterious boy dressed in green has been running around town for the past week. At first he committed petty crimes, such as burglaries and vandalism, but he's recently moved on to arson and murder. So far, the lives he's claimed have been limited to Dodoh, and the Fortune Teller. Although both of them were under investigation for child misconduct, that doesn't detract from these killings."

"So… who is it?"

"If I knew, don't you think I would be hunting them down?"

Groose turned around and looked out to the dusky sky. He knew that he should do something. Even though all these people should do it themselves, Groose knew once again that he would have to come to the world's rescue.

As Groose stood there, Link noticed a silhouette flutter against the flames. Grabbing his sword, he began running towards the tent. Leaping onto some boxes next to the tent, he jumped onto the very top. From there, he trampolined off the top, and performed a jump attack down on the unseen prey. The sword missed its intended mark, and Link hit the ground. The tip of the sword, however, managed to clip something. Link picked up a tattered green hat. This was the clothing of a knight, but this color wasn't in use. Link reasoned that whoever it was had obtained the model of the knight costume that was supposed to be this year's model. It looked pretty rad, too. The quick footsteps of his prey broke him out of his investigative trance, and he ran in hot pursuit of the unknown perpetrator.

"Link? What in the Goddess's name are you even doing!?" Groose called out to Link, who he'd just seen perform an acrobatic maneuver off of a burning tent. Groose saw this as a challenge. He could easily show-up that little pipsqueak. Was that the best he had? Whistling for his bird, he stood ready to take on the threat Link was chasing. As the bird swooped in, Groose flipped backwards onto it as it climbed higher into the sky. Taking notice of the chase, which had moved onto the rooftops of the residential section, he pointed down and whistled to his bird.

Fi popped out of the sword as the Loftwing made its descent. "Master, I predict a 23.9764% chance that this is a bad idea. I recommend letting Link handle it."

"Fi, that's the stupidest thing you've said all day."

"My calculations indicate it's not, and that you probably have a severe mental impairment in judgment."

Ignoring his companion's words of advice, Groose continued downwards until he reached the head of the chase. As he pulled closer to whoever Link was chasing, he could see a green color being illuminated by the fire's light. Groose jumped off, doing three back flips in mid air before landing both feet on the runner's shoulders. The runner toppled over, and Groose did one more flip, landing feet first on the runner's back.

"Stop right there, crimi-"

Before Groose could finish making his debatable reference, the runner rolled over, revealing an all too familiar face.

"What the… but… why?"


Word of the capture spread around Skyloft like wildfire. So did the fire. In the end, though, most buildings were left standing, as the endless supply of water was used to prevent it from spreading past the tent. Everything inside was destroyed. So, the next morning, a court was held in the Skyloft Academy's Sword Training building. Groose stood by the witness stand, and the now-captive criminal stood in hand cuffs.

"Objection!" Groose screamed.

"Groose, this is no time to be making more references! Just tell them what happened!" Link yelled from the front row of benches.

"Oh. Link wasn't going fast enough, so I saved the day."

"No, you bumbling idiot, what really happened!" Link yelled again.

"Oh. Your old pal Groose here caught the running guy dressed in green. He did a lot of cool flips off of his Loftwing, and stopped the criminal in his tracks. He will also be signing autographs after the trial outside the courthouse."

After some more courtroom shenanigans ensued, the verdict was finally reached. The criminal was found guilty on all accounts, and was sentenced to death.

As he was being escorted out, Groose screamed out from the crowd, "Hold it!"

Link leaned over to Groose's sword, which had a seat of its own. "Please make him stop." Nobody thought of this as weird.

Groose got up and approached him, and put his hands on the criminal's shoulders. "Why… why would you do this…"

"Because, I was never treated with respect! I was a mere spec on the face of this island! And after all I'll been through, I get nothing. I decided if nobody recognized me as a Skyloftian, then maybe they would as a criminal. And I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you me-"

Groose stood there, disgusted as this convict spat out these words. "Just take him away."

And so, Groose became somewhat less hated by the townsfolk that day, and the criminal was shoved off of the island, never to be seen again. A stone was placed in the graveyard. It read;

"In memory of the time Groose saved the day.

What would we have done without him…"

It took a lot of time for Groose to carve that many words into one stone.


"Master Groose, that's not what happened at all! You fried him with a laser when you landed on him, and the townsfolk still don't know what happened."

"Okay, so I may have exaggerated a few parts."

"I would have gotten him, if you weren't so quick to show off."

"Master, I must inform you that he was the one you gave the clothing to earlier in your adventure. Technically, you caused this. You were also the one who tortured him as a child."

"Yeah, Groose, this is kind of your fault. More so than mine, anyway."

As they all traveled towards Eldin, Groose said one last thing.

"I still don't understand why Fledge would have done that though…"