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Authornote: Friday May 12th 2017
STOP!
Make sure that you saw first two chapters before you continue reading. This is Chapter 3 of Part 3, and no email notifications were sent out due to a system glitch. I'm not sure why it happened, but I hope this isn't going to be problem from now on. Please make sure to read Chapter 1 and chapter 2 first if you haven't already.
Hello everyone!
There WERE going to be three updates last week instead of two, but unfortunately the system problem would not allow me to do so. Sorry for the delay, and I hope you guys like the chapter! I THINK all site problems have been resolved, so hopefully no one has any trouble viewing this chapter. I think I'm going to start posting this story on Archive of our Own as well, just in case something like this ever happens again. I'll create an account, and let you guys know of my username on Sunday, and so if there's ever a problem with this site, you can view the update over there.
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Thank you very much for the reviews, everyone! :D Reviews are always greatly appreciated. :D
Loki-Liesmith- The Postman's magic would have indeed lashed out one final time, but Ganondorf, Koume and Kotake had erected a magical shield using all three of their magics to protect themselves and the room. Ganondorf assumed that would have been sufficient to protect himself from the magical blast. If he had have killed The Postman, he would have regretted it later, the loss of a loyal Tracker far outweighing the benefit of having the sword.
I'm glad you like The Postman's personality. :) You've probably noticed, but as the story goes on, he does change very slightly as things around him begin affecting him. I hope any changes that happen along the way are for the better.
You are indeed supposed to hate Link in this story, despite the fact he's technically the good guy. Link is only doing what he thinks is right, but he's a direct threat to all the main characters. From The Postman's perspective, Link is the enemy that has the power to seriously harm him or to have him imprisoned. He doesn't hate Link, he just no longer trusts him.
The fact that Link could have killed Sakon during the whole Majora's Mask fiasco is actually mentioned a few chapters from now.
We will get to meet The Postman's entire family in part four, but the full explanation of what happened to The Postman isn't actually revealed until part 5. The Postman's mother does genuinely love him though, but her over-protectiveness can be a rather unbearable. She doesn't seem to realize that most of her children are now adults. lol
"Ignore me. I mean, it's just, Link's always so furious, he probably needs to get la-" Hahahah! Sakon makes this exact joke later on. Great minds think alike! lol
My old TV that I played Skyward Sword on had really bad colour, and I couldn't really tell what colour Ghirahim's eyes were. Okay, I'm gonna go back and make the correction! I'm glad I know for sure now! Hylia's barrier does not work right now, and it will be explained why. This is also why the Kokiri were able to be kidnapped out of their protected village. I promise there is an explanation! :D
Sakon is very fun to have interact with other people. I love writing him simply annoying everyone around him. ;D Anju is not afraid of Sakon because he generally doesn't harm people, he simply steals what he wants and then leaves. Make no mistake though, Sakon HAS hurt and killed before, he just doesn't go around hurting people for no reason.
Haru will definitely make sure to do everything correctly because he knows if he messes up, The Postman will never give him another chance. It was surprising that The Postman even gave him a second chance to begin with. lol
If The Happy Mask Salesman ever demanded a hug, I think Sakon would run for it. lol
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Reiz16- I'm glad you enjoyed the Anju and Haru scene. :) We will learn a lot more about Sakon's uncles as the story goes on. :)
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Rainmy- I'm glad you like the OCs. It's always so worrying to add new characters, not knowing how much people are going to hate them. I try not to use too many OCs, but that can be hard considering how many different places The Postman visits. The Postman does love his family, but he doesn't put up with any of his brother's BS. lol
Yes, those were new things I added to the chapter. The Postman wasn't very close to the Kokiri in the original, and he never defended Sakon from Link by lying to him. I've been trying to make The Postman a more complex character in this re-write, to make him more human in the way he reacts to situations. Not too much else has been changed in Part 3 except for some added details, and a few new scenes. Part 2 by far had the most changes out of any part.
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darkerthanlight-I'm glad you were able to read the chapters. The whole site was messed up for a week and I was worried no one would see the new updates. :) Yeah, he does seem to come across as a predator, doesn't he? lol
Guest- Yes, The Postman had better hope Link doesn't find out he lied for Sakon. He's on very thin ice right now, and it wouldn't take much for him to be arrested again. Sakon probably would have been jailed for a very long time, or even executed, so he made the decision to help him out. This could backfire spectacularly on him though...
Sakon does indeed have the strangest family in my entire story. :D
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There are 5 parts to The Postman series, and most chapters will be between 4000-7000 words. Updates will be on Sundays and Fridays.
To anyone that didn't read the original version of this story, this series kind of merges all the different Zelda universes into one. In this story there is only one legendary hero that was singlehandedly responsible for saving Hyrule on multiple occasions. This story assumes all Zelda adventures happened within the same timeframe. The Zelda games I'm merging are Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask, Twilight Princess, Skyward Sword, Link's Awakening, Windwaker, and Breath of the Wild.
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How to be a Villain
Part 3 Chapter 3
Information Comes at a Cost
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Sakon did not look happy, as he led the way out of Kakariko Village. "I'd say you're on your own, but I doubt my uncle would tell you anything useful if I'm not with you." he commented. "He'd probably find a way to make you indebted to him, the slimy bastard."
The Postman honestly didn't know much about The Happy Mask Salesman, but he'd always gotten the feeling that something very sinister lay under the man's friendly exterior. There was simply something off about him, something dark, and somewhat ominous.
"Which uncle was it that raised you?" The Postman asked out of curiosity.
Sakon glanced over his shoulder at him with a frown. "Neither of them." he answered. "Why?"
"I just wondering." The Postman stated. "I knew you were an orphan, but I never met your caretakers when we were children."
"That's because I didn't have any." Sakon responded with a shrug. "I supposedly lived with my father until I was three or four, but I don't remember him. I think my parents were villains who got themselves killed, but no one would ever talk about them. I stayed with Guru-Guru for a year or so until I met you, and from then on I mooched off of your family."
The Postman frowned. "And after we stopped being friends?"
Sakon returned the frown. "I was taken in by Ganondorf's old thief, and became his apprentice. I've lived in the Gerudo city ever since."
"Ganondorf allowed a male child to live there?" The Postman asked in surprise.
Sakon scratched his head for a moment, before he answered. "It was a huge fight between Cas and Ganondorf, but eventually Cas got his way, and I was allowed to stay. Ganondorf's never liked me much though."
"Cas was the thief's name?"
Sakon nodded. "Caspian." he replied.
"What happened to him?" The Postman asked.
A brief look of pain flashed across Sakon's face, but he quickly masked it. "He was killed while on a mission." he responded. "Now seriously, what's with all the questions all of a sudden?"
The Postman gave a shrug. "I suppose I just don't know much about you." he answered. "I was curious."
Sakon gave him a skeptical look. "Well, I suppose compared to your pathetic, boring existence, I suppose I would be interesting."
The Postman rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I asked."
"I'm not sure where my uncle is at the moment." Sakon commented, as they left town. "He travels a lot, and he could be anywhere."
"He's back in Hyrule Castletown." The Postman replied. "I saw him open his shop this morning."
Sakon let out a heavy sigh. "You're really lucky I owe you." he commented as they headed down the stairs. "He's creepy, and he also doesn't like me much."
The Postman suspected there was probably a very good reason for that, but he didn't say anything.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, The Postman glanced over at Sakon. "Please don't steal from him while we're there."
Sakon's eyes widened in genuine horror. "Do you think I'm crazy?! I would never steal from him when he's home! People that get caught stealing from him all tend to meet unfortunate endings. Just because I'm related to him, doesn't mean he'll let me get away with something like that!"
The Postman raised an eyebrow at him. "So you've never stolen from him before?"
Sakon let out a snort. "Of course I have." he stated, sounding offended. "Just not while he's there to catch me."
The Postman gave him a thoughtful look. "He did do something to you, didn't he?" he asked. "You told me The Happy Mask Salesman was personally responsible for the worst day of your life."
It was obvious Sakon was genuinely afraid of The Happy Mask Salesman, and that made The Postman even more curious.
Sakon didn't really look like he wanted to answer, and he averted his gaze. "Let's put it this way," he finally said. "He once babysat me when I was five, and he gave me a mask to play with..."
The Postman's eyes widened. "...oh."
Sakon gave a shudder, clearly remembering something horrible, and he fell silent. As they crossed the short distance to Hyrule Castletown, neither said a single word. Sakon started dragging his heals the closer they got, and The Postman flashed him an annoyed look, not used to walking so slowly. Sakon still looked troubled, and so The Postman didn't comment on the snail's pace they were walking. Once they finally reached Castletown, Sakon slowed down even further until he was pretty much just scuffing his way across the newly repaired bridge. The Postman gave him an impatient look, and Sakon let out a deep breath, and then explained.
"I should probably mention that I'm kinda banned from the mask shop...for life"
The Postman let out a heavy sigh, expecting no less. "Why?" he demanded.
"I accidentally broke one of his masks the last time I visited, and he had an absolute conniption because it was really expensive. He told me to never step foot into his shop ever again..."
"Hmm." The Postman replied dismissively. "Will he still give you the information?"
"I dunno, maybe, but he'd kind of a jerk, so I can't guarantee anything."
The Postman gave a nod as they crossed town square and headed for the Happy Mask Shop. The Postman's gaze flitted over to the postoffice for a moment, but he quickly looked away, knowing Haru was going to be taking care of things for him. They reached the shop, and there was an open sign in the front window, and The Postman relaxed. He'd been worried The Happy Mask Salesman left sometime during the day, but it looked like he was still at home.
Sakon opened the shop door, and they entered without another word. The shop was dimly lit and somewhat dusty, but what really drew the eye was the merchandise. Masks of every shape and colour lined the walls, some extravagant with bright feathers and sequins while others were chopped crudely out of wood looking somewhat terrifying from the rough and distorted expressions. The Postman stared at the masks curiously as he always did, but Sakon approached the counter without even glancing at them.
Sakon grinned brightly to match The Happy Mask Salesman's odd smile, but The Postman noted his was a bit strained. The Happy Mask Salesman himself stood quietly and calmly behind the counter, arms folded across his chest as he watched them approach. He was almost completely shadowed behind the counter, his eery grin even broader than Sakon's, his teeth shining in the dark like a shark waiting for its prey.
"Hi, uncle!" Sakon greeted, leaning casually on the counter. "How's business?"
It may have been The Postman's imagination but he could have sworn he saw The Happy Mask Salesman's expression falter for a second in anger, but when he blinked, the smile was back.
"Dear Nephew, I told you to never return to my shop." The Happy Mask Salesman said, his smile never wavering.
"Yeah, yeah." Sakon answered, rubbing a finger idly across a mask on the counter. "I just need to ask you something, and then I'll be going."
The Happy Mask Salesman pulled the mask far out of Sakon's reach, and set it on a shelf behind him. "This mask is not for you." he stated.
Sakon rolled his eyes. "I don't want your crummy mask." Sakon snapped. "But, even if I did, all of your masks are for sale, so why would you care who buys one?"
"As I said, this is not for you. Every single one of my mask's has a true owner that it's destined to be found by. My masks always find their way to their intended person one way or another."
The Happy Mask Salesman then turned his attention away from Sakon as if dismissing his very presence, and focussed his gaze on The Postman.
"Hello, postman." he greeted. "Did you have something for me today?"
"No, sir, I'm just here with Sakon."
The Happy Mask Salesman gave him a nod, and then pulled something out of his desk and began writing. Both Sakon and The Postman watched him in confusion, and a moment later, The Happy Mask Salesman handed The Postman a piece of paper. The Postman glanced down at it and saw it was a bill for 5000 rupees.
"What's this?!" The Postman demanded, looking down at the amount in shock.
"Your bill for the mask I lent you." The Happy Mask Salesman responded with a shrug.
The Postman froze in horror, having completely forgotten about the borrowed mask. It was still sitting in his room back in the Ganondorf's castle.
"Oh, no, the mask!" The Postman gasped. "I forgot to return it to you!"
"I have been more than patient waiting for its return." The Happy Mask Salesman informed him. "Now, how will you be paying? Cash, or in payments with a 29% percent yearly interest?"
The Postman grimaced. "What if I go get the mask back for you right away?" he asked. "Will you waive the charges?"
The Happy Mask Salesman crossed his arms. "You have had it for over a month now." he pointed out. "I will charge you one months interest, and waive the 5000 rupees if you return it to me as soon as possible. Your new bill will only be 121 rupees if I get the mask back within a week. If you return it after that, I will charge you for a second month's interest and you will owe 242 rupees."
Sakon rolled his eyes. "You're such a cheapskate." he muttered loudly enough for them both to hear.
The Happy Mask Salesman pretended he didn't hear the comment, his attention entirely on The Postman. "Is this a deal?" he demanded.
Knowing he didn't really have a choice at this point, The Postman gave him a nod. "Yes, Sir, it's a deal."
The Happy Mask Salesman gave him a smile, and nodded. "Now, don't go breaking our deal, postman." he warned, his tone sickeningly sweet. "Or the next deal we make will not be as forgiving."
The Postman wasn't quite sure how to take that comment, so he simply gave the other man an uncertain nod.
This seemed to amuse The Happy Mask Salesman, and he chuckled lightly as if he knew something they didn't. "Very good, postman, now what was it you needed from me?"
"Hey! What about me?" Sakon protested. "It was me who came here to ask you a question, not him!"
"No, I don't believe so." came the response. "It was really you who had the question, wasn't it, postman?"
The Postman hesitated, and then nodded. "Yes, Sir."
The Happy Mask Salesman nodded. "I will prepare us some tea so we can discuss it properly." he said, disappearing into the back room. "Don't touch anything." he called from the kitchen.
The moment he was gone, The Postman and Sakon exchanged looks.
"Well, he hasn't kicked us out yet." Sakon pointed out. "I guess that's better than I expected..."
"I can't afford 5000 rupees!" The Postman said, worriedly. "I'll need to find a way to get that mask back!"
Sakon rolled his eyes. "Told you, he's a creep. He always has to find a way to make a profit out of every single conversation. I bet he's going to refuse to help you without expecting payment. Do you have money on you?"
The Postman frowned. "A bit." he admitted. "But it's just grocery money, nothing too big."
"Well, you might have to go to the bank." Sakon informed him with a shrug. "Hopefully you have savings."
The Postman actually did have a bit of savings he'd put away in the case of an emergency, but he'd never told anyone about it. It was his life-savings, and he hoped it wouldn't come down to him draining his entire bank account.
"I don't have too much." he said out loud, not wanting Sakon to know he had money. "I only started working again a couple weeks ago."
"Well, you might be out of luck then." Sakon told him.
Only a moment later, The Happy Mask Salesman returned carrying a tray with tea and cookies on it. He placed a cup in front of The Postman, and placed the other cup in front of himself. Sakon frowned at his uncle.
"What about me?" he demanded. "Why don't I get any?"
"If you want tea, you know where the kitchen is." The Happy Mask Salesman replied, not even sparing Sakon a glance.
Sakon let out a huff, got up from his seat, lifted a portion of the counter and stomped his way to the kitchen without a single word. They could hear him muttering angrily to himself from the other room, but both chose to ignore it.
The Happy Mask Salesman took a sip of his tea, and cocked his head curiously at The Postman. "What is it you've come to ask me?" he asked.
The Postman took a cautious sip of his tea, and then held up Saria's letter. "This letter has to be delivered to someone on one of the sky-islands, but I have no way to get there."
The Happy Mask Salesman nodded. "I see, that is a problem."
"Sakon and I went to see your brother, Guru-Guru, and he told us that you might know of a way to get there?"
"I might." The Happy Mask Salesman answered evasively.
Sakon returned with his own cup of tea, and he shot his uncle a glare as he resumed his seat. "It wouldn't have killed you to bring me in a cup too." he groused.
Both ignored him.
"Will you tell me how to get to the sky-islands, Sir? I'd be very grateful if you could help."
The Happy Mask Salesman took another long sip of tea, and then scratched at his chin a moment as he thought about it. He was staring directly into The Postman's eyes, his gaze so intense that it was a struggle not to look away. Whatever he saw only caused him to look even more thoughtful, and as he considered the request, he took a bite of one of the cookies.
"Hmm, I could do that for you... I suppose." he finally said. "I don't do favours, and this information doesn't come cheap."
"Surprise, surprise." Sakon muttered, reaching for one of the cookies.
The Happy Mask Salesman slapped his hand away, and then continued. "How much is a priority delivery outside of the province?" he asked.
Surprised by the change of topic, The Postman automatically answered. "It depends on how far away it needs to go." he replied. "1-2 days in travel is 100 rupees, 3 -5 days in travel is 150 rupees, and 5-7 days is 250 rupees. Anything longer than that is substantially more expensive."
The Happy Mask Salesman nodded, still looking thoughtful. "If I tell you how to get there, the cost will be 1000 rupees."
The Postman's eyes widened, and Sakon simply shook his head in exasperation. "You scam-artist." he mumbled. "Charging 1000 rupees just for answering a question, and you won't even give your poor nephew a cup of tea or a cookie. Absolutely shameless."
Without even looking at him, The Happy Mask Salesman impatiently pushed the plate of cookies towards Sakon. "Do we have a deal, postman?"
The Postman winced. "Er...I'll have to check to see how much I have in the bank..."
"We could come to a compromise." The Happy Mask Salesman told him, smiling widely.
The Postman hesitated, knowing The Happy Mask Salesman's shady reputation. "What did you have in mind?" he asked cautiously.
"Not much." The Happy Mask Salesman replied casually, reaching under the counter. He placed a lumpy package in front of The Postman. "Deliver this for me, and I'll waive the 1000 rupee fee."
Sakon promptly choked on the cookie he was eating, his eyes widening in alarm. "Don't do it!" he warned between coughs. "We'll go to someone else for the information. Do not do deliveries for him!"
The Happy Mask Salesman stared directly at The Postman, his hand resting on top of the suspicious package. "Do we have a deal, postman?"
"No!" Sakon answered. "We don't!"
"I'll do it." The Postman answered, not even looking at Sakon. "I deliver mail for everyone, and I've never refused a delivery before."
The Happy Mask Salesman raised an eyebrow. "You're not going to ask what's in the package?"
"No, Sir, that's none of my business."
The Happy Mask Salesman gave another chuckle, and this time he sounded genuinely amused. "It's nothing to worry about." he assured him. "It's just a gift for someone."
Sakon's expression was a cross between horror and disgust, and he gave an obvious shudder. He stared down at the suspicious package, and then batted it back towards his uncle. "We're not going to deliver that for you!" he snapped. "I'm your nephew, and I refuse to be used for one of your schemes!"
The Happy Mask Salesman flashed Sakon an annoyed look. "The decision is not yours, dear nephew. My deals are none of your concern."
Sakon reached out and grabbed The Postman by the arm. "You don't want to get wrapped up in this." he said. "We shouldn't have come. I have other connections we can explore."
The Postman stared down at the package thoughtfully. "Who do you wish to have it delivered to, Sir?"
"A man by the name of Gaepora." The Happy Mask Salesman replied.
"Where can I find him?" The Postman asked.
The Happy Mask Salesman gave him a smile, knowing The Postman had already made up his mind. "There is a large sky-island by the name of Sky-Loft which you'll be sure to pass in your travels. I want you to give this to the man called Gaepora who is the chief and headmaster of the island. Tell him it is a gift."
The Postman gave a nod. "Yes, Sir, you can count on me."
The Happy Mask Salesman seemed pleased indeed, and his grin stretched to the point of looking painful. He pushed the package into The Postman's hands, who stared down at it in surprise when he felt a magical pulse come from whatever was within. He stared down at it apprehensively, not sure he liked the feeling of that magic.
"I will explain a way you can get to the Sky World." The Happy Mask Salesman said, refilling his teacup.
The Postman was instantly all attention.
"The people of Sky-Loft use giant birds called Loftwings to get them from island to island." The Happy Mask Salesman explained. "These birds have a natural instinct to always stay above the clouds, and if one were to be captured and brought down, it would fly straight up into the clouds the moment it was released."
The Postman frowned. "If they always stay above the clouds, how do you capture one?" he asked.
"It is very difficult, and likely beyond your abilities to do so. There is one Loftwing that's already down here, however." The Happy Mask Salesman stated. "Normally it would be impossible to fly up because of Hylia's barrier in the sky, but the barrier has recently collapsed for unknown reasons."
"Do you have a Loftwing?" The Postman asked in surprise.
"Alas, no, I'm just a simple salesman." The Happy Mask Salesman replied with a shrug. "I did come across an egg in my travels a few years ago, however."
"What did you do with it?" The Postman asked with a frown.
"I had no use for it at the time, and so I traded it to an interested party." The Happy Mask Salesman answered. " Loftwings live for a very long time, and it should be fully grown by now. Perhaps you could find the man I traded it to?"
"This sounds like a trap." Sakon pointed out, stuffing another cookie into his mouth. "Not that you'll listen to me anyway..."
"Who was it, Sir?" The Postman asked. "Do you know who you sold it to?"
"A young man came to see me about ten years ago with a very rare mask to trade. The mask was quite a unique specimen, and the egg was a fair trade for it."
"Well, who was it?" Sakon demanded. "Spit it out!"
The Happy Mask Salesman almost seemed wistful for a moment. "He was a young man from the desert." he answered.
The Postman eyed him warily. "You mean Ganondorf, don't you..."
The Happy Mask Salesman gave a nod, and Sakon scowled. "I knew it was a trick."
The Postman reached into his mailbag and pulled out a letter. "I actually have a letter for Ganondorf, and I have to go there anyway...I suppose I could ask him about the Loftwing at the same time..."
"Do you have any idea how mad at you he's going to be?" Sakon demanded. "You've been purposely ignoring him for over a week."
The Postman averted his gaze. "...there's probably a lot more than that he wants to talk to me about..."
Sakon's eyes widened. "What did you do?!" he demanded in alarm.
The Postman gave a shrug, not really wanting to discuss it in front of The Happy Mask Salesman. Sakon frowned at him, but didn't press the issue.
The Postman turned his eyes back to The Happy Mask Salesman. "Thank you for your help, Sir, but I should get going if I want to make it to the desert before dark."
The Happy Mask Salesman gave him a nod. "Travel safely." he said, taking another long sip of tea.
The Postman slipped out of his chair, and placed the mysterious package into his mailbag. Sakon shoved the rest of the cookies into his pockets, and then got up to follow. Sakon clearly had no intention of saying goodbye to his uncle, and headed to the door without a single word.
"Sakon?" The Happy Mask Salesman called out to him.
Sakon paused, and glanced back. "What?"
"You're still banned from my shop until you pay your bill."
"Yeah, well, don't hold your breath on that." Sakon snapped, opening the door. "I'd marry Ganondorf before I'd ever pay you a single rupee."
Sakon then left the shop, and The Postman was left standing there awkwardly. "Er...goodbye, Sir." he said, hurrying after Sakon.
Sakon was already halfway across the market, and The Postman jogged to catch up with him. Sakon's expression was thunderous, and he didn't say a single word until they were once again back in Hyrule field.
"You are really, really stupid." Sakon commented, flashing The Postman a glare. "You're going to die a horrible, painful death and it will be your own fault! I can't believe you agreed to smuggle for him!"
The Postman shook his head. "I'm not smuggling, I'm just delivering a parcel for a customer. That's my job as a postman."
"I went to my uncle for information, not to be recruited into one of his schemes! If you deliver that package, something horrible will happen, I just know it!" Sakon said irritably. "He's setting you up for something, I just haven't figured out what yet."
"It'll be fine." The Postman assured him.
"And do you really think Ganondorf is going to just give you a rare and valuable Loftwing? He's going to toss you into the deepest hole he can find."
The Postman honestly had no idea how Ganondorf was going to react once he returned. He had a feeling it was going to be an extremely painful visit, and considering how he'd stopped the entire war, and trapped the Gerudo Nation inside a magical barrier, it wouldn't surprise him if Ganondorf wanted him dead.
"That creep is planning something, and we need to figure out what it is before it's too late." Sakon announced. "Why else would he send a postman to see Ganondorf?"
"Perhaps he was telling the truth." The Postman suggested. "What if Ganondorf really is the best chance I have for getting to the Sky-World?"
"If that's the case, then you're shit out of luck." Sakon said with a shrug. "There's no way Ganondorf is going to help you in your quest to run around in your little short-shorts delivering letters. The only thing you're going to get from him is a fireball to the face."
"Maybe he will, maybe he won't, but I still have to try." The Postman told him.
"So, you're seriously going to waltz right up to Ganondorf, and ask to borrow his super secret, magical flying bird? I'm so sure that'll go over well. I might come just so I can see his face when you ask him."
"I'm not asking you to come with me, Sakon." The Postman pointed out. "Thank you for the help so far, but I can manage this on my own."
Sakon glowered at him. "You're stupid." he commented. "You're just going to die."
"Thank you for your help, Sakon. I do appreciate it."
Sakon crossed his arms. "Stupid."
The Postman gave a heavy sigh, and turned to head towards the South. "Goodbye, Sakon."
Sakon stopped following after The Postman, and stared after him with a frown.
"Stupid." he commented again. "If you're so bored as a postman, why don't you just return to being a tracker?"
"I'm not bored." The Postman denied. "I enjoy being a postman."
As he sped up to a run, Sakon glared after him. "You're going to die!" he called after him.
If The Postman heard, he gave no indication, his eyes focussed intently ahead as he crossed the field.
Sakon watched The Postman disappear over the horizon, and then let out a sigh and began following after him.
"Stupid." he muttered to himself. "So stupid."
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