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Authornote: Sunday May 14th 2017
Hello everyone!
Everything on the site is now working correctly! Woohoo! Hopefully there won't be any more interruptions like that again. /:(
This chapter was extremely fun to write, and hope you guys enjoy it!
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Guest- Yes, The Postman has WAY too many deals going on with The Happy Mask Salesman right now. Sakon tried to warn him, but he didn't listen. lol No, I'm not going to post the old version because it's embarrassingly bad. I actually cringe when I'm reading old chapters. I hadn't yet quite figured out the character's personalities, and there were next to no details from scene to scene. It's pretty much the same story but with added detail and more believable dialogue.
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Reiz16-There will be much more about Caspian later on. :) Sakon will actually explain exactly how he was banned from the Mask Shop in part 4 of the story. It was because Sakon was being typical Sakon. lol Sakon was bored, and The Postman was doing something far more interesting than what he had planned, so he joined up with him. lol
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Rainmy- Woohoo! I'm glad the email alerts are working again! It was so frustrating, realizing that no one knew I'd updated. lol I requested an account for Archive of our Own, and my account invitation comes sometime tomorrow. I'm going to try to get the same username if it's not already taken. (which i doubt lol) I have an idea for a huge story involving Sakon's teacher, Caspian. I can't write it yet though because it will give away spoilers for this story. :) I'm hoping people will show an interest in it by the time this story is finished.
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darkerthanlight- Yes, one can never trust The Happy Mask Salesman. lol The Postman will very quickly learn this as the story goes on. I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter! :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.
Thank you very much for the reviews, they're always greatly appreciated. Please let me know any feedback, suggestions or criticisms you might have.
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How to be a Villain
Part 3 Chapter 4
The Return to the Desert
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The Postman was not always the most observant person, especially when he was in the middle of a delivery, but even he realized something was not right in Hyrule. As The Postman crossed the fields leading to the desert, he noticed something around him was very, very wrong. When he'd gone into Hyrule Castletown just a short while ago, the fields had been lush and green, but now the grass was brown, and it crunched under his feet. The trees were starting to shrivel, and leaves blew around him in a curtain of brown and orange. It was like a wave of death was crossing the fields, and it wasn't long before everything around him looked like a barren wasteland. Farore was the goddess of courage and life, and The Postman had a feeling she was upset over the Kokiri's disappearance. He knew she favoured the Kokiri, and he assumed this was a sign of her fury.
The Postman furrowed his brow with a frown. If Farore knew the Kokiri had been stolen, why didn't she just rescue them? Couldn't a goddess easily do something like that? Was there some reason she couldn't? The Postman watched as everything around him withered, and knew if she was angry enough to do this to the world, then there had to be a reason she couldn't rescue the Kokiri.
The Field was normally over-run by monsters of every kind, but now the monsters he passed seemed listless and depressed. The various Peahats were completely shrivelled, and The Postman knew it wouldn't be long before they perished along with the plants. Even the Poe by the entrance to Gerudo Valley didn't bother appearing to heckle him.
When The Postman crossed into Gerudo territory, he saw a temporary bridge to the Gerudo Valley had been built. Eyeing the rope bridge a bit warily, he cautiously began crossing it, not liking how the whole bridge moved with the breeze. Glancing down, he noticed the river far below was quickly drying up, the water barely more than a trickle. Without water, it wouldn't take long for the people to start dying off, and The Postman wondered how far Farore would take her anger. She was the goddess of life, and surely she wouldn't kill the entire world over the Kokiri's disappearance? Would the other goddesses allow her to do this?
The Postman was glad to leave the rickety bridge, and he sped up, just wanting to reach the city before dark. It was then that he realized the magical barrier was still there as he walked into it hard. Rubbing at his nose, The Postman backed up a step and stared at the barrier, surprised it was still there. Glancing over, The Postman saw the magical sword was still stabbed into the ground, and he wondered why no one had removed it yet. Did the Hylians really intend on leaving the Gerudo Nation trapped inside forever?
Approaching the sword, The Postman stared down at it, not really wanting to touch it, but knowing he had to if he wanted by. Hesitantly reaching out, The Postman grabbed a hold of the hilt, and he immediately felt the sword's magic reach out for his own. His magic wasn't strong enough however, and the sword almost seemed to hiss in frustration as it failed to connect to his core. The Postman yanked the sword out of the ground, and to his relief, the barrier shimmered, and then disappeared.
Looking down at the sword, The Postman wasn't sure what to do with it now. Should he return it to Ganondorf? Kneeling down to pick up the discarded scabbard, he sheathed the sword, and then turned his gaze to the desert. He had no use for the sword, and so he'd return it, and hope Ganondorf wouldn't decide to kill him to take mastery of it. Not exactly feeling very confident, The Postman shoved the sword into his mailbag, and continued on his way.
The closer he got to the desert, the hotter it became, and by the time he reached the Gerudo Fortress, he was suitably miserable. Pausing to pull his canteen out of his mailbag, The Postman gave a glance around, rather disconcerted to see the fortress empty. There was no one is sight at all, and spears and weapons were lying strewn about the ground like everyone had left in a hurry.
The Postman passed by the deserted fortress, and entered the desert which seemed much hotter, and more intense than he remembered. The heat was almost choking, and he noticed the outer villages also seemed to have been abandoned. What was going on? Where was everybody?
By the time The Postman reached the main Gerudo city, he felt like he had heatstroke, and was looking forward to getting out of the sun. The Moblin in charge of the gate allowed him inside without question, and the moment The Postman entered the city he realized every single Gerudo was there.
The city was incredibly overcrowded, and it was obvious the Gerudo Nation was in the middle of some sort of calamity. Fear and desperation was on every face, and the normally quiet city was awash with cries, and arguments. The Gerudo were much too preoccupied to notice him as he ran by, and The Postman made it to the castle feeling worried. What had happened?
The guards at the castle's doors gave him a surprised look, but allowed him passage without question. Having no idea how Ganondorf would react to him returning, The Postman decided it would probably be best to head to his room first to retrieve The Happy Mask Salesman's mask. Hurrying up the flights of stairs leading to J-Wing, The Postman made it to his room, and then realized he didn't have the key to the door. Frowning at the lock in frustration, he let out a sigh, and knocked on Adena's door.
"Go away!" Adena growled from within.
The Postman hesitated, and then knocked again.
"That better not be you, Iris!" Adena yelled. "I told you I'm taking a nap! Go. Away."
Having a feeling he was going to get a fist in the face, The Postman knocked for a third time, this time more urgently.
He heard Adena let out an angry curse, and a moment later, she threw open the door looking furious enough to murder him. Her hair was mussed up, her eyes were bleary, and she was dressed for bed.
"I told yo-" she cut off mid-yell, not expecting to see him there. "Tracker?"
"Sorry to disturb you." The Postman apologized. "But I'm locked out of my room. Can I please use your window?"
Adena blinked a couple times, and then looked him up and down. "Wow...those are some very tiny shorts..." she commented. "Why are you dressed like a postman?"
"Because I am a postman."
Adena cocked her head at him. "We all thought you were dead." she informed him. "Everyone saw you get captured by Link, and we were certain you would have been executed!"
"They pardoned me." The Postman replied, suddenly feeling awkward. "I have to pay a fine, and had to return to being a postman."
Adena looked even more confused. "Why would they pardon you?"
The Postman gave a shrug. "I had no prior criminal record and I didn't harm anyone." he explained. "They didn't really explain their reasoning more than that, but I think they more or less thought I was brainwashed."
"For that you'd need a brain." Adena replied with a smirk. "So, what does Lord Ganondorf think of all this?"
"I haven't been to see him yet." The Postman told her.
Adena's eyes widened. "You told me all this before you told him?! Are you crazy? If he finds out you didn't immediately report to him, he'll order you to be whipped again! You can't delay important information like that! He thinks you're dead!"
"I'm going to see him in just a few minutes." The Postman replied. "I just need to get something out of my room first."
Adena shook her head and gave him a light shove backwards. "No, go see him now, don't delay!"
"I will once I retrieve what I need to." The Postman replied firmly. "I'm not going to see him until I do."
Adena gave him a flabbergasted look, and shot a nervous look up the hallway to make sure no one had overheard.
"Someone's going to tattle on you." she warned. "I wouldn't be surprised if he already knows you're here."
"That's fine." The Postman responded. "I'm willing to risk him being angry at me."
Adena lowered her voice. "Look, he's really stressed right now because of the curse. All of our food and water is disappearing, and he's been trying to figure out a way to break the curse. If he finds out you delayed going to see him, he could unleash all of that stress on you. Use extreme caution when meeting with him."
"I'll take that into consideration." The Postman answered, craning his neck to look towards her bedroom window.
Adena followed his gaze and then let out an exasperated sigh. "You are way too stubborn for your own good."
She waved him inside, and The Postman didn't hesitate as he headed straight for her window. Opening it, he leaned out and glanced towards his window, relieved when he saw he'd left it open a crack. As he cautiously crawled out onto the window ledge, Adena held onto his shirt, looking worried.
"Careful." she ordered. "If you fall from here, people are going to assume I pushed you out of my window. I'll have to think of some excuse as to why I did it, and that's too much bother."
The Postman didn't answer, instead reaching over and pulling his window open. When he was sure he had a good grip, he pulled himself over, crawling safely into his room. Looking back over at Adena, he gave her a nod.
"Thank you, Adena."
She simply rolled her eyes and closed her window without another word. The Postman was glad that nothing in his room had been touched as he'd been worried the room would have been given to someone else. It looked like they had been waiting for his return after all.
The Postman dug inside his closet for a moment and pulled out the mask he'd borrowed. He could still feel the mask's powerful magic, and he knew it probably was worth the 5000 rupees The Happy Mask Salesman tried to charge him for it. Wrapping it up with a nearby shirt, The Postman carefully placed it inside his mailbag, hoping it would be safe there until he could return it. Glancing around his room, he didn't see anything else he needed, so he headed for the door, knowing he had to face Ganondorf. Unlocking the door from the inside, The Postman stepped out into the hallway, and left it unlocked, not sure he'd ever be returning.
The Postman had no idea where Ganondorf was, but took a guess and headed for the throne room. No one stopped him as he hurried through the castle, and when he reached the throne room, he stared long and hard at the door for a moment, before slowly pushing it open a crack and peeking inside.
Ganondorf was slouched in his throne, chin in hand looking both irritated and troubled about something. His red hair was mussed as if he'd been running a hand through it, and he stared down at the floor as he tapped listlessly on the armrest. His mind was obviously worlds away, and he didn't see The Postman even when he entered the room. To The Postman's immense relief, the moment he neared the Gerudo, the pain in his hand vanished.
The Postman approached the throne, and stood directly in front of Ganondorf, the villain still not noticing him yet.
"Er...Mr. Ganondorf?" The Postman hesitantly questioned.
Ganondorf's gaze snapped up to him in surprise, and then he narrowed his eyes. A look of rage so fierce crossed his face, that The Postman backed up a step.
"Tracker!" Ganondorf growled, getting to his feet, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Where in Din's name have you been?!"
Ganondorf looked The Postman up and down, taking in what he was wearing, and his expression became even angrier.
"You've betrayed me, you joined with Hyrule." he stated.
The Postman shook his head. "No, Sir."
"You've betrayed me to the Hylians." Ganondorf said, taking a step towards The Postman. "I saw them capture you, and there's no possible way they would have just let you go. What did you tell them?!"
"Nothing, Sir." The Postman told him.
"You expect me to believe that?" Ganondorf snarled. "You expect me to believe the Hylians pardoned you for absolutely no reason?! How stupid do you think I am?!"
"I was pardoned because Princess Zelda believed I had been tricked by you." The Postman explained. "Since I hadn't killed anyone, and didn't have any sort of criminal record, they pardoned me on the condition that I return to being a postman."
Ganondorf drew his sword. "Save your lies." he snapped. "I will not tolerate any sort of betrayal from my minions!"
Ganondorf swung the sword at him so fast, The Postman barely had time to dodge. He then leapt backwards as Ganondorf swung at him a second time, and then a third.
"Sir, I didn't betray you!" The Postman protested.
"Save it!" Ganondorf hissed, and he charged right for him. "It was because of you that we almost lost the war! You couldn't even manage to attack the right side with your magic!"
Ganondorf stabbed at him a forth time, and then a fifth but The Postman was able to dodge and outrun him each time. Ganondorf became even more infuriated, his expression quickly becoming murderous. Ganondorf then began shooting powerful blasts of energy at him, and it took The Postman by surprise and he barely managed to roll out of the way in time. Ganondorf alternated between stabbing, and blasting out energy, and The Postman ran and dodged faster than he ever had before, knowing his life depended on it.
"Stay still so I can kill you!" Ganondorf ordered, furiously.
"Er...I'd rather not, Sir." The Postman responded, dodging another flurry of attacks. "I never betrayed you!"
Ganondorf charged after him, swinging like a madman, but The Postman continued to dodge and jump out of the way each and every time. Ganondorf was getting more and more angry, and he began shooting blasts of energy at him as fast as he could. The Postman was much too fast for him however, and none of the attacks touched him. The Postman rolled out of the way of a blast, and then ducked as Ganondorf swung at his face.
"Why won't you just die?" Ganondorf snarled. "You're like a cockroach! Stop dodging me, you coward!"
"No, Sir." The Postman answered. "Please just listen to what I have to say.".
"I don't care what you have to say!" Ganondorf hissed, from between clenched teeth. "You betrayed me, and you betrayed the Gerudo Nation! I will kill you!"
The Postman jumped backwards from a particularly vicious stab, and began to back away.
"I order you to stay still!" Ganondorf snarled.
Again The Postman shook his head. "I never betrayed you, and I never intentionally attacked anyone with my magic. The sword took over my magic and it tried to kill everyone, but I had nothing to do with it! The sword was just too strong for me to control!"
Ganondorf stabbed at him again. "I know the incident with the sword was not done on purpose, but it was still your fault." Ganondorf snarled. "I could have forgiven that, but I won't forgive blatant betrayal!"
The Postman wasn't sure how many more times he could claim innocence on that matter. "I never betrayed you!" he insisted.
"Of course you did!" Ganondorf snapped, swinging at The Postman's head. "Why else would you ignore my summons for so long?!"
The Postman continued dodging and gave Ganondorf a frown. "I apologize, Sir, for not coming, but you fired me, and I had no further obligation to answer your summons. I am no longer your Tracker, but I never betrayed you or the Gerudo Nation. I owe Hyrule nothing." The Postman said, rolling out of the way as Ganondorf jumped at him.
Ganondorf paused to catch his breath, and gave him a confused look. "Fired you?" he questioned. "What are you talking about?"
"You fired me just before the battle." The Postman explained.
Ganondorf gave a long, slow blink, as if he didn't comprehend what The Postman was talking about. "Did I say I fired you?" he demanded.
"Yes, Sir."
Ganondorf wiped the sweat from his brow, his breathing heavy and ragged, and he stared at The Postman through narrowed eyes. The Postman, who now stood far away on the other side of the room, shifted uncomfortably under the intense gaze.
"I was angry at the time, but you were not permanently fired." Ganondorf told him. "Unless you betrayed me, your position is still available."
The Postman crossed his arms. "In all honesty, Sir, I had no way of knowing you weren't serious when you fired me. It was perfectly within my rights to seek employment elsewhere. I'm not a mind-reader."
"Don't take that tone with me." Ganondorf warned, taking another step towards him. "You're really going to claim you didn't betray me?"
"I am." The Postman said firmly.
Ganondorf stared at him long and hard, and then let out a sigh, sheathing his sword. "Explain in detail everything that has happened since you were captured, and then I will make my decision." he announced.
The Postman nodded, and began explaining everything from the very beginning from when he was arrested. Ganondorf listened intently, and the explanations The Postman gave actually made sense, and he realized he was actually mostly to blame for the situation. He had fired The Postman, forced the man out onto the battlefield, forced him to use a dangerous magical relic, offered him no protection, and had left him to his fate with the Hero of Time. The Postman was brutally honest in the fact he had been loyal enough to allow himself to be executed for the safety of the Gerudo Nation, but that loyalty was rewarded with anger.
Ganondorf would never admit he was at fault, and instead gave a disgruntled sigh when he was satisfied by The Postman's answers.
"Fine." Ganondorf relented, eyes still boring into The Postman. "I believe you."
The Postman nodded in relief. "Thank you, Sir."
"You still work for me, however." Ganondorf informed him. "If I summon you in the future, I expect you to immediately come to me."
"I've already taken a job as a postman." The Postman replied. "You fired me, and so I found other work."
"I don't care." Ganondorf answered. "Be a postman in your spare time, but you will answer any summons."
The Postman frowned at him. "So, I'd have two jobs?" he questioned.
"If you call delivering letters a job." Ganondorf snapped. "It may actually prove to be beneficial if you can freely travel through Hyrule. No one will pay a pathetic little postman any attention...I could definitely use that to my advantage."
The Postman wasn't sure he liked the sound of that, but knew he probably didn't have a choice in the matter.
"So, I assume you removed the protective barrier around the Gerudo Nation?" Ganondorf questioned.
The Postman nodded, and reached into his mailbag and pulled out the sword. "Yes, Sir, the barrier fell when I pulled the sword from the ground."
He held out the sword to Ganondorf who accepted it without hesitation. Ganondorf looked the sword over and he could still feel the powerful magic within. "I watched dozens of Hylians attempt to remove that sword, but none of them could so much as budge it. That was an extremely powerful bit of magic you did, and it saved a lot of lives by keeping the Hylians at bay. Do you think that's something you could do again if you needed to?"
The Postman immediately shook his head. "No, Sir, I have magical exhaustion right now, and it's taking a very long time for my magic to heal. I haven't been able to do any magic other than my tracking."
Ganondorf frowned. "I suppose that is to be expected." he said with a sigh. "I want you to inform me the moment your magic returns."
The Postman frowned at him. "Yes, Sir, and I actually have a letter for you." he said, pulling out Ganondorf's letter and holding it out.
Ganondorf stared at the letter in surprise, and then took it, ripping it open, curious as to what it was. As his eyes scanned the letter, his expression turned annoyed, but he didn't say what was in the letter.
"I have something I need to ask you, Mr. Ganondorf." The Postman said, not sure how he was going to word his request.
"What do you want?" Ganondorf demanded impatiently.
"Well, Sir, there was something I was hoping you could help me with." The Postman said, instantly going into business mode. "I have a delivery to make, but I'm having a bit of trouble getting it to the recipient."
"And why should I care about any of this?"
The Postman cautiously took a step closer. "I need to deliver a couple things to the sky-islands but I have no way to get there." he explained. "I was told you might be able to help..."
Ganondorf was incredulous. "Why would I help you?" he asked, genuinely curious. "This has nothing to do with me."
"The Kokiri were kidnapped by a man named Ghirahim this morning, Sir. They were Farore's chosen people, and now she is exacting revenge on the entire land. Every living plant is dying, and the water is drying up. It won't be long before this spreads to the Gerudo Nation. One of the letters I need to deliver is to Saria the Kokiri, and once the Kokiri are found, they can be brought home."
Ganondorf's eyes widened."Ghirahim is responsible for everything that's been happening?" he exclaimed. "I thought our lands had been cursed."
"I believe it is Farore's doing, Sir."
"The Gerudo Nation's entire crop of vegetables have perished." Ganondorf said. "Every plant and tree has died, and the wells are starting to go dry. This just started a short time ago, and every Gerudo is gathering as much water as they can. My people are going to perish if I don't fix this. Tell me now, Tracker, why did Ghirahim take the Kokiri?"
"I really don't know, Sir."
Ganondorf expression turned troubled. "I know how Ghirahim is, and he'll kill you if you get in the way of his plans." Ganondorf paused a moment in thought. "Hmm, perhaps I shouldn't allow you to go..."
The Postman fidgeted a bit in alarm, but didn't answer.
"You truly believe the Kokiri's disappearance is the cause of this curse?" Ganondorf asked.
"I couldn't say for sure, Mr. Ganondorf, it's only what I've observed."
"My people only have enough water for a week at most. After that, we'll have no choice but to take what we can from Hyrule, and the other lands. I've tried every spell I can think of but nothing is working; the goddess Farore must be blocking all rain-spells."
The Postman frowned, realizing Farore must be really furious to go to such lengths to punish the world.
"You said you had two deliveries for the Sky World. Who is the other one for?" Ganondorf asked.
"A man by the name of Gaepora." The Postman replied. "I have a parcel for him."
Ganondorf's eyes widened. "What's in it?" he demanded, knowing very well who Gaepora was.
The Postman gave him a shrug. "I don't know, Sir, I never asked."
Ganondorf stared long and hard at The Postman's mailbag. "Who sent the package?"
"Sorry, Mr. Ganondorf, due to client confidentiality, I can't tell you that."
"Are you delivering that package for the Hero of Time?" he demanded, suspiciously. "You'd better not be helping him with a quest."
"No, Sir, it's not from Link, but that's all I can say."
Ganondorf still looked suspicious. "Is it from any of my enemies?"
The Postman considered the question, and then gave another shrug. "I don't believe so, but you do seem to have a lot of enemies..."
"Fine." Ganondorf replied, choosing to believe The Postman. "Now, why do you think I could help you get to the Sky World?"
"I was told that you came into possession of a giant bird called a Loftwing several years ago. I was informed that it will instinctively fly above the cloud barrier the moment it's released...I was hoping to borrow it?"
"Who told you that I have a Loftwing?" Ganondorf demanded, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Where did you get that information?"
"That's confidential." The Postman answered evasively.
Ganondorf looked like he was about yell, but then he stopped as he thought of everyone who knew he had a Loftwing.
"The Happy Mask Salesman told you."
The Postman neither confirmed nor denied that guess, but Ganondorf nodded as if he'd made up his mind. Ganondorf turned his eyes back to The Postman's mailbag, and reached out a hand towards it. He didn't actually touch it, but The Postman sensed Ganondorf's magic reach out towards him searchingly. The moment Ganondorf's magic touched the mailbag, it quickly withdrew.
"That package you're delivering has a strange sort of evil lingering about it." he informed The Postman. "Whatever is that salesman scheming now? What use does he have for Gaepora?"
"I don't know, Sir, I'm just a postman. It was none of my business to ask."
"Indeed." Ganondorf responded. "Whatever it is, I'm sure the results will be amusing to watch. I don't really like the idea of you helping with other villain's schemes however..."
The Postman crossed his arms. "I'm not helping with a scheme, I'm simply delivering a package."
"What does he have planned? Is this scheme a threat to my Nation? Should I be preparing defenses for anything?"
For the most part, villains were aware of what one another were up to, and they all tried not to cross one another. It was one thing to have the Hero of Time after you, but to add another villain as well just added too many dangers.
"I wouldn't know, Sir, I didn't ask."
Deciding to bring the subject back to his deliveries, The Postman took another step closer. "May I please borrow your Loftwing, Sir?"
Ganondorf let out another sigh, and ran a hand through his hair irritably. "Are you planning on rescuing the Kokiri once you find them?" he demanded
"No, Sir, that's not my job. I imagine Link will rescue them."
"Then you're useless to me." Ganondorf responded. "I'm more interested in saving my people, than helping you deliver your stupid mail."
Ganondorf paused a moment as he thought everything through. "You're not going to save the Kokiri, but you're still going to be tracking them down, is this right?"
"Yes, Sir."
"If you find the Kokiri, I imagine you'll come across Ghirahim then?"
"Probably, Sir."
Ganondorf hesitated again as he considered this. "If I were to give you a letter for Ghirahim, would you deliver it?"
"Yes, Sir, I would."
"You will tell him who it's from, and you will tell him that he'd better listen to what it says." Ganondorf ordered.
The Postman nodded. "Yes, Sir, is this going to be a priority letter?"
Ganondorf gave him a hard look. "You're going to charge me for the stamp, aren't you?" he accused.
"Yes, Sir."
Ganondorf sat down on his throne with an exasperated sigh. "How much?" he demanded.
"Since there are already two other deliveries for the Sky World, the cost is cheaper than it would normally be. It will be 250 rupees, and if it gets there faster than expected, you will be refunded the difference."
Ganondorf gave him a glare and opened his desk to dig around for a few rupees. He tossed him three gold rupees, much more than The Postman had asked for. "Take the 250 rupees out of this and keep the rest as your last pay." Ganondorf told him. "I expect you to get my letter to Ghirahim as soon as possible."
The Postman nodded. "Yes, Sir."
Ganondorf then picked up a quill and parchment and scribbled furiously for a long time, even turning the parchment over, and continuing on the other side. Ganondorf was clearly angry, and The Postman could tell that he seemed to be writing quite a few exclamation marks in the letter. When Ganondorf was done, he carefully folded the paper over and placed it into an envelope.
"Here." he said, gruffly, holding it out to The Postman.
The Postman reached out and accepted the letter, and then stared up at the scowling Gerudo uneasily.
Ganondorf then held out the magical sword towards him. "Take this with you in case you need it." he ordered. "I don't want you getting yourself killed up there."
The Postman began to protest, but Ganondorf narrowed his eyes in warning, and so The Postman fell silent. Placing the sword into his mailbag with the letter, The Postman stepped back as Ganondorf got up from the throne.
The Gerudo took a few steps towards the door., before pausing to glance back at him. "Follow." he ordered. "I will lend you my Loftwing."
Ganondorf led him through the castle silently, and they entered a section of the castle The Postman had never been to before. Every door they came to was locked, and Ganondorf would unlock it, and they would continue on their way down another hallway. After a few minutes they came to an enormous wooden door that almost reached the ceiling.
Ganondorf stopped in front of it and laid his hand on a strange emblem on the front of the door. He was about to insert the key when he noticed the door was already unlocked. Ganondorf paused a moment, staring down at the fallen chains and locks that used to secure the door, and he narrowed his eyes.
"Someone is here." Ganondorf whispered to The Postman. "Draw your weapon."
The Postman had no intention of fighting anyone, and Ganondorf didn't even notice that he made no move to do as told. Ganondorf drew his own sword, he shoved open the door. The Gerudo King fearlessly stalked inside, and The Postman hesitantly followed.
The room was enormous, easily the biggest room The Postman had ever seen, with a hundred foot ceiling, and only a single glass skylight for light far above. A huge copper-coloured cage stood in the direct centre of the room, the metal bars reflecting the light enough so they could see. The Postman could see something enormous moving within the cage, and the closer they came, the more clearly The Postman could see it. The Postman hurried ahead at the site of the bird, unable to believe what he saw. The Loftwing let out a happy trill at the sight of Ganondorf, preening its bright pink plumage in delight. Its feathers were a vast variety of shades of pink and silver, making the Loftwing's whole body look pearlescent. The Postman could only stare in wonder at the beautiful bird, not expecting it to be quite so...pink.
The Postman gaped for a few moments, before he noticed the cage door was open, and the Loftwing was already saddled. The Postman glanced up, and he now saw someone was on its back, the Loftwing's chains already removed. Ganondorf let out a roar of outrage, and charged forward just as The Postman realized who the rider was.
Sakon grinned down at him as he coaxed the bird out of the cage, obviously having every intention of stealing it. Once the Loftwing was outside of the cage, the bird stretched its wings as far as they would go, and gave a happy shriek at the unexpected freedom. The Postman stared dumbly as Sakon gave a light kick to the bird's sides, and it began immediately flapping its wings, disturbing all the dust in the room into a thick grey cloud.
Just as Ganondorf reached the cage, the Loftwing took off into the air, and Sakon reached down and grabbed The Postman by the back of the shirt just in time.
The Loftwing shot into the air like a cannonball, The Postman held in Sakon's grasp, dangling precariously as they got higher and higher.
"Sakon!" The Postman yelled out in horror, certain he was going to fall to his death.
Sakon's grip was strong, however, and luckily he was able to maintain his hold.
"I'm extending my vacation!" Sakon called down to Ganondorf who looked furious enough to rip The Thief's head off.
As they approached the skylight, the bird didn't slow down in the least, and The Postman threw his hands over his face on instinct, still certain he was going to die horribly.
They burst through the skylight in a shower of glass, and feathers, and the Loftwing let out another scream of happiness at the sight of the sky above it. Sakon ducked low on the Loftwing's back, and was completely unharmed by the shattered glass, but The Postman wasn't so lucky. Shards of glass cut painfully into his back and arms, and The Postman squeezed his eyes even tighter, hoping he wouldn't get a bunch of glass to the eyes. Sakon let out a whoop of victory as they shot up into the sky, the Loftwing screaming in pure joy, this being the first time it had ever flown.
Once they were high above the castle, Sakon pulled The Postman up onto the Loftwing's back, and then crinkled his nose at the sight of all the blood. "What happened to you?" he demanded, obliviously.
The Postman gave him a look of death. "Sakon, Ganondorf gave his permissio-"
"What did that slimy Gerudo do to you?" Sakon asked, puffing out his chest indignantly. "I saved you just in time by the looks of it! He was probably going to kill you! You're really hurt, and it looks like you're bleeding to death!"
"No, it was you tha-"
"Wow! I actually saved you for once!" Sakon exclaimed giving him a wide grin. "Now I only owe you like what...four?"
Sakon seemed so very proud of himself, that The Postman simply let out a deep, resigned sigh, allowing Sakon to keep his victory. As they began ascending the heavens, The Postman began the painful task of picking glass out of himself.
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Sidenote: Yes, Ganondorf is the very proud owner of a pink Loftwing, and yes Sakon is going to be in very big trouble when he returns. lol