"As you know, if I imprison the Oracle of Seasons and bury the temple that houses the Season Spirits, the seasons of Holodrum will be cast into chaos, the bountiful gifts of nature will rot, and all living things perish! That is the world of darkness that I long for!" General Onox shouted, laughing manically afterwards.
Link stood, staring at him and then frowned and lowered his sword, "So, your plan is to rot food?"
"What?" the armored man said, stopping his cackling to look at the hero.
"Well, you said the bountiful gifts of nature would rot, so I was just figuring you wanted a world without food." Link explained, shrugging.
The general sighed, "No, darkness, darkness is what I'm after. Chaos and darkness."
"Why didn't you just say that?" the hero complained, "The way you said it…well, I have to admit, it's a little weak."
"You think?" Onox asked, sounding worried.
Link nodded sagely, "Yes, I do. I mean, sure, you want a world of darkness, but what bad guy doesn't? Seasons? Really? That's your big play? Sure, it's going to be a pain to have them out of sorts, but I have to tell you, it's not really too worrisome."
The armored man tapped his chin thoughtfully, "Hmm….I suppose you make a good point. But, that was my main plan."
Link sighed, "Then let's fight or whatever so I can get it done with."
"Well maybe now I don't feel like it!" General Onox whined, crossing his arms, "The hero isn't supposed to be unimpressed by my plan. You're supposed to call me a fiend and rush at me in a heroic show of courage."
Link rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine, we'll go with the rushing. Are you ready?"
"…Yes."
Author's Note: I read that quote by Onox at the very start of this chapter (taken from the game,) and couldn't help my self! I mean, he sound so...silly, doesn't he? It's been forever since my brother played Seasons, and I never have, so I might not be able to do too many chapters on this one!
