So how's that Song of Storms coming?
(Turns out, I had about half the notes being played flat when they should have been played sharp. I fixed that, and it sounds much better now. I'm still not up to full tempo though…)
That's nice. I don't actually care, I was just making filler. I'm the Universe, after all, I have bigger things to worry about than one fan author and their ocarina problems.
(Such as?)
Black holes, quantum physics, keeping foolish humans from breaking the lightspeed barrier and inadvertently causing a spacial collapse… little stuff like that.
(…sorry I asked…)
Good. Now, the author does not own the Legend of Zelda. This is, on the whole, a good thing, because the author is not a Graphic Design, Computer Design, Media Design, or Animation major, and thus has no idea how to create game graphics.
(This is true. I would not be good at Animation. I have no problem with this one.
"This is an absolutely terrible plan," Dusk muttered.
"Maybe you should have mentioned that in the planning stage!" Mask hissed from right beside him.
"I was too busy being incredulous."
"Here's what we're going to do," Lore said. "We're going to kidnap Zelda. And by that I mean Veran."
"Er... not to be the downer, but exactly how are we going to do that?" Wind asked.
"By planning dramatically while sneaky music plays in the background!" Lore declared.
*Author's Note: The flashbacks are more or less based on Mission: Impossible. Feel free to look up the theme song on Youtube and play it while you read the chapter :)*
"This isn't going to work," Vio murmered.
"Shut up and pull," Blue snapped. "And keep your smartness to yourself until after we've failed miserably."
"Dusk, Mask, you two have the best options where no-one is likely to recognize you. You're the distraction."
"Who are we distracting?"
"Everyone, really. As long as nobody's watching 'Zelda'."
"You mean Veran?"
"No. Yes. Shut up."
"...I wasn't saying anything."
"You were thinking. Oh, by the way Onox will probably try to brain you with a large metal spike ball. Just to let you know."
"Plan A or Plan B?" Mask questioned.
"...Plan A," Dusk decided.
"Aw, dang," Mask grumbled. "I've been practicing my screams of absolute terror too..."
"We can use Plan B if Plan A doesn't work."
"I'm only joking," Mask said, pulling out his Deku... mask. "Ready?"
Dusk took off his sword and passed it to his fellow Link, then opened the drawstring pouch around his neck.
"Ready."
"While those two are making with the distracting, the second group will enter in the background. This group has two specific tasks. One is to block all the exits except for one, which will be used to herd Zelda-Veran out of the throne room. The other task is to assist in the distracting if necessary. Sketch, Steam,Vio, Blue, Green, Red, that's you guys."
"Can we have Shadow?" Green asked. "His form manipulation could come in really handy."
"Shadow's actually on a different squad..."
"How's that then?"
"It's the one that he's least likely going to hit me for."
Shadow nodded in agreement with this.
The doors to the throne room abruptly burst open as a Deku Scrub riding a massive wolf came rocketing through, causing several people to have various amusing reactions of surprise and shock.
"I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!" Mask bellowed at the top of his Deku Scrub lungs. Dusk, currently a wolf, snarled in tandem with this statement.
"SURRENDER NOW OR I WILL BE FORCED TO COVER THIS ROOM IN BUBBLES!"
'Zelda' frowned. "That doesn't sound very scary-"
"FROM MY MOUTH!" Mask added.
"...Still not that frightening. Disgusting, yes, but not frightening."
Mask frowned, being somewhat thrown by this reaction. "BUT... THEY WILL STAIN THE CARPETING! IT WILL BE VERY STICKY!"
"Nothing a good washing couldn't take care of, I think," 'Zelda' responded.
Dusk let out an annoyed sounding rumble, which translated into the general meaning of, 'Dang, she's good,' in Mask's head.
"You want to do this the hard way then, huh? Fine," Mask muttered. "NO MORTAL WASHING CAN SAVE YOU NOW! SPIT POWERS, ACTIVATE!"
With that, the Deku Scrub Link shot a massive round of bubbles that landed and consequently burst on every conceivable surface in the throne room. Including, much to their dismay, the faces of every single guard in the vicinity.
"THE STICKINESS! THE STICKINESS!" one of them wailed, trying and failing to clean off their face.
"WORST! NIGHTMARE!" Mask bellowed again.
"Think that's our cue?" Blue asked just outside the one door without a three-foot layer of ice holding it shut.
"Hard to tell," Steam mused. "I say we go in anyway, just to add to the chaos."
"We are rather good at chaos," Green admitted.
"Let's do this," Vio said.
They then proceeded to barge straight through the door and take poses on the other side, where Sketch stepped forward and brandished one of his multiple Rods from his adventure.
"WE ARE THE DEKU EXTERMINATION SQUAD!" he declared. "WE DEMAND THAT YOU DISMOUNT YOUR FERAL FUZZY THING AND POWER DOWN YOUR SPHERICAL PROJECTILES!"
"I SURRENDER TO NO ONE!" Mask yelled, and fired another round of bubbles-all of which conveniently found their way into 'Zelda's' hair.
"FIEND!" Sketch cried. "FEAR NOT, FAIR MAIDEN. I SHALL CLEANSE YOUR FACE!"
So saying, he pointed and fired his Rod – only to randomly spawn a massive geyser of sand in the middle of the throne room floor.
"...I MAY HAVE USED THE WRONG ITEM!" Sketch hollered for no apparent reason.
"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" Mask yelled, and immediately began using his bubbles to carry the sand into uncomfortable places in the guards' armor.
"At this point, I'll come in and attempt to calm everything down but only end up making it worse, because I can," Lore said. "Shadow, this is where you happen. By then in the plan nobody will care or even notice that you came out of absolutely nowhere and that's exactly how we want it. Once that's been accomplished, just be yourself. I trust you can take the rest from there."
"How much am I allowed to maim?" Shadow asked, a disturbing grin on his face.
"You only need to incapacitate the regular guards. For Onox... just don't toy with him too much. And see if you can draw Ganon out. You're the next-best taunter aside from me and probably tied with Midna, so I expect full results."
Dusk abruptly flinched.
"Er... Midna would like me to inform you that... Wait, what?! I'm not saying that!... Midna NO, we've talked about this... Thank you. She says that she could taunt circles around you so fast that you'd be dizzy within two seconds."
"What did she say the first time?" Speck asked curiously.
"...You don't want to know."
Among all the chaos, Shadow phased into visibility next to the large guard with the spiked mace, who was trying vainly to clear his eyes of the sticky bubble-sand combination. The dark Link then smiled, boosted himself up, and quietly whispered something in the guard's ear.
"I WILL FLAY YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!" Onox roared, thus completely disproving his disguise as he had a very recognizable voice and lashing out with his weapon. As his eyes were still tightly shut and covered in gunk, this made his coordination... questionable.
"Yeah, good luck with that," Shadow said, sounding bored. He took a casual half-step sideways and the ball-and-chain came just shy of grazing his clothes. "Missed me."
Onox roared – and got hit in the mouth by a wayward bubble from Mask.
Meanwhile, about twenty feet away, Steam, Red, Blue, Vio, and Green were all 'trying' to catch Mask and Dusk and 'failing' miserably. An interesting effect of this was that all the items they tried to use inevitably 'missed' and ended up adding to the chaos. Red in particular had 'accidentally' frozen about half the royal guard to various walls and ceilings with his Ice Rod.
At this point, Sketch, who had 'accidentally' used the Sand Rod, pulled out another staff and declared, "THIS IS DEFINITELY THE CORRECT ROD!"
It turned out to be the Tornado Rod, which promptly blew the sand... well, everywhere.
"...THAT WAS NOT THE CORRECT ROD EITHER!" Sketch corrected 'sheepishly'. To his left, Vio shot an arrow through one of the bubbles and 'accidentally' pinned the sleeve of one of the few remaining royal guards.
At this point, Lore walked in through the one door that wasn't frozen over with three feet of ice, stopped, and gaped in an impressive simulation of complete shock.
"The rare Fuzzy-Riding-Ball-Spitter!" he gasped. "I must capture it for my collection!"
With that, he brandished a butterfly net that he'd borrowed from Gen and sprinted after Dusk and Mask for all he was worth, yelling, "FOR THE TAXIDERMISTS!" at the top of his lungs.
"Now at that point, I don't think adding any more chaos will be necessary," Lore said. "So, everyone who's not already causing a scene will be responsible for escorting 'Zelda' off the premises via the one door that hasn't been blocked."
"...And do what with her?" Wind asked.
"I think knocking her out and tying her up with a copious amount of rope should do the trick. And a gag. We're definitely going to need a gag."
"...That's probably our cue," Gen decided, hearing the cry of, "FOR THE TAXIDERMISTS!" from outside.
"I cannot believe this is working," Wind said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Agreed," Realm said fervently.
"Lore came up with it," Ocarina replied. "That automatically gives it a ninety percent chance of succeeding for no apparent reason."
"True that," the Four agreed.
"Are we going now, or...?" Speck asked.
Gen shook himself. "Right, sorry. Have we got the ropes and cloth for gagging?"
"Right here."
"Great. Let's go!"
On this cue, the Links burst through the one door without a three foot layer of ice on it – and were nearly ran over as Dusk sprinted by and Mask lobbed spit bubbles everywhere, followed closely by Lore who was waving his butterfly net sporadically and shouting random sentences about cotton as a stuffing material. This was made even more problematic when Red and Vio went sprinting after Lore, waving their Ice Rod and Bow and Arrows respectively and generally making everything worse under the pretense of trying to help. Then Blue and Green ran after them yelling something about purposeful targeting, followed by Steam who had pulled out a set of Panpipes and was playing a high-pitched shrill for no apparent reason other than to kill everyone's ears. In the middle of this, Shadow went sailing by taunting an ever-more-furious Onox, who was swinging his weapon wildly and hitting everything but his snarky target. And to top it all off, Sketch still hadn't managed to find whatever Rod he was actually 'looking' for and was currently blasting both his Fire Rod and his Ice Rod at the same time, which only accomplished making one side of the room extremely crispy and the other side extremely frosty.
Somewhere in all this, the Links noted randomly, Ganon had been flushed out, but there was so much chaos going on that nobody was paying attention in the slightest. It also didn't hurt that a stray blast from Sketch had put the villain on ice – literally.
Dodging all of this, the group gradually made their way over to the shell-shocked 'Zelda', who was standing with her mouth slightly agape and covered from head to toe with a combination of slime, sand, frost, scorch marks, and one stray arrow that had lodged itself in the skirt of her dress.
"Princess, we're here to get you out!" Gen yelled in an attempt to be heard over the ruckus. "Follow us!"
"What is going on?!" 'Zelda' demanded somewhat hysterically.
"If we knew that, we would tell you!"
The sad thing was, that this statement was more or less completely truthful.
"Why is this the only door that was open?!" 'Zelda' demanded.
"Well, they appear to have been frozen shut," Ocarina told her.
"From the outside?"
"Hey, are your doors airtight?" Gen asked. "No. So it's perfectly possible that some of the ice from inside worked through the cracks and settled outside. Logic."
"That's not how it works."
"And how would you know?"
"Is it me, or does Gen seem to be more snippy lately?" Realm whispered as his half-leader and the false princess devolved into a barely polite argument about the laws of logic and the universe in general.
"He takes personal offense to things happening to a Zelda," the Four answered. "Something about 'Never again,' we think?"
"Oh, I forgot about that," Speck said, remembering Gen's story and what his Zelda had gone through.
"You know what, that's it!" Gen snapped suddenly. "I am taking this gag and I am putting it in your mouth until you admit that I'm right about ice physics!"
"Why do you even care?!" 'Zelda' retorted. "Nobody even likes mph!"
"I happen to like ice physics," Gen said, firmly tying the gag around 'Zelda's' head.
The rest of the Links abruptly realized where Gen was going with this. Ocarina, in response to this, held up the coil of rope and said, deadpan, "I really hope you don't remember this rope and decide to tie her hands so she can't remove the gag. That would be very un-Hero-like."
"That's a great idea, thanks!"
'Zelda' gave them all death glares. Unfortunately for her, the Links had all spent numerous hours around Shadow and were thus immune to her stare, which was quite honestly pathetic in comparison.
"Well, that part went well at least," Realm sighed. "Now for the tricky part..."
"Remind me why this was the easy part?" Gen asked.
At that exact moment, Shadow burst through the doors with both a livid Onox and a surprisingly defrosted Ganon on his heels.
"You're too slow~" he taunted. He then shot a quick look over his shoulder and snapped, "Well? What are you waiting for?!"
"...I remember now," Gen muttered. "Remind me to slap Lore later." He took a deep breath, hoisted 'Zelda' a few inches off the ground with a grunt of effort, and wheezed, "Want your sorceress back? Come and get her."
He then handed 'Zelda' off to Realm, who carefully slung her over his shoulder – it was Zelda's body after all, even if the occupant was different – and took off sprinting, followed closely by the rest of the group.
Unnoticed due to this new development, Shadow slipped back inside the still completely chaotic throne room to... well, according to the plan he was supposed to round up the remaining Links and let them know the next phase was in progress, but in all actuality he was probably going to add to the insanity because he could.
He would probably let them know... eventually.
"This is the really complicated bit," Lore said. "We need to lead them away from any populated area, and Veran is going to be our bait. Hence the rope and gag. Realm, this is primarily why you're on this squad. Since you've got the most stamina, you're going to be in charge of carrying said bait and evading the capture."
"...For once I wish I didn't get lost so much," Realm mused. "Then I wouldn't be so athletic..."
"Specking of which, that's why the Four and Wind are with you," Lore added. "And Speck. And Gen. Basically everyone I thought had good sense and at least somesense of where they're going."
"Good plan."
"When you slap Lore," Realm said, breathing steadily despite the terrific pace he was setting and the body weight draped over his shoulder, "let me know, because I think I'd like a shot myself."
"Sure... thing..." Gen panted. "How... are you... still... going?!"
"What, this?" Realm asked, surprised. "This is easy. You should have been around that time I got lost in the dungeon full of... well, everything really. I couldn't stop running because if I did, they'd catch me. I think I went for... about a week straight?"
"It only... took... you... a week... to get... out... of the... dungeon?" Speck asked breathlessly.
"No, it took me a week to whittle down the horde enough so that I could finally get a nap," Realm said. "I spent another two months trying to find my way out."
He ducked quickly as Onox's mace went whistling over his head. On his shoulder, 'Zelda' shrieked something wordless and probably derisive at the dragon man.
"They're keeping up pretty well," Realm noted. "Think I should fix that?"
"Plan... says... to let... them... follow," Wind gasped.
"Right, sorry. I'm just used to trying to lose the things chasing me... force of habit."
A sphere of orange magic shot out and blew a divot in the road slightly off to the right, causing half of the Four to leap over it. This of course threw off their coordination horribly, and for a brief moment they were all running disjointedly from one another.
Since this was completely and inherently wrong to them in their Four Sword-influenced state, they all promptly tripped from discordant feedback.
"I'll get them!" Wind yelled, using up what breath he'd had at the moment and veered off from the group to help the Four get their coordination back. Annoyingly, neither Onox nor Ganon followed him and continued to chase after Realm, Gen, and Speck.
"Was... kinda... hoping... to get... a break... there," Gen admitted.
"Ah, quit being a wimp," Realm scolded. "We've only been running at basically top speed for ten minutes now, that's not much time at all."
"That's inhuman!" Speck spluttered heavily.
"Is it?" Realm frowned. He paused, used his stride momentum to readjust 'Zelda' on his shoulder, and said, "It's always seemed pretty normal to me..."
"You're... just... really... really... weird..."
"Says the boy who can shrink himself to two inches and talks with supposedly imaginary beings."
This was a good point, Speck admitted.
Sketch, in the midst of 'accidentally' firing the wrong rod yet again, blinked, looked around, and said, "Has anyone seen 'Zelda' in the past ten minutes?"
Mask, who was still a Deku scrub, at this point having somehow gone from riding on Dusk to giving Dusk, who was still a wolf, a ride, screeched to a halt in confusion and promptly fell over due to being top heavy and his residual momentum. Lore ran straight into him, as he was still sprinting after them with the butterfly net, and then Shadow loped over and sat on him just for the heck of it. Steam, Green, Blue, Vio, and Red all lowered their various weapons and projectiles and exchanged exasperated glances before Green spoke up in response.
"No, not since I saw Gen and the rest escort her out," he said.
"...Shadow, how long has it been since you were supposed to tell us to move out?" Mask questioned.
Shadow yawned deliberately, still perched on top of Lore. "Oh... give or take some minutes."
"That is incredibly unspecific," Dusk accused, having just changed himself back.
Shadow smirked. "I know."
"Could you get off me now?" Lore wheezed.
Shadow scowled, but did so... reluctantly.
"You're throwing off the plan," Lore complained as he climbed to his feet. "We were supposed to be heading out six minutes, forty-two seconds, twenty-seven milliseconds, and five nanoseconds ago."
"Then stop talking and fix it," Shadow sniffed.
"...That's BRILLIANT!"
"Once you've either run far enough, ran out of steam, or the rest of us have caught up, we're going to take care of the inevitable battle and kick Veran out of Zelda on the way," Lore finished. "I'm not planning for the fight because, let's face it, we usually just end up improvising anyways. Any questions?"
"How accurate of a representation is this plan of the inside of your head?" Steam asked.
"I can neither confirm nor deny that accusation. And by that I mean yes."
Steam blinked. "But... that doesn't make anysense in the context of the question."
"Exactly. Operation Kick Out The Demonic Angry Villains(tm) is a go!"
*Author's Note: This marks the end of the Mission: Impossible theme. You can go ahead and click out of Youtube now.*
At this point, Realm was basically the only Link still running. Speck had dropped back a while ago, heaving choppy gusts of air and wheezing a barely comprehensible, "I'll... catch... up... with... you... I hope..."
Gen had lasted a bit longer, if only because he'd spent a lot of time running around his native Hyrule looking for things. Realm had essentially given in to the idea that he would be the last runner – which was why it surprised him so much when the other half of the group who had previously been on Distraction, plus the fallen-behind Links, blurred past at nearly double the speed.
Thankfully they slowed down once they caught up, but it was still a startling moment.
"What the heck was that?!" Realm asked.
"Song of Half-Time," Mask said, struggling to match Realm's pace. "Makes everything around you move slower while you keep moving at the same pace. Do you have any idea how long we've been trying to catch up with you?"
"...No?"
"A danged long time, that's how."
"About that," Realm said. "The 'princess' is getting a little heavy, and I've been running for... twenty minutes or something? When do I stop?"
"Now seems pretty good, actually," Lore decided. "We're in the middle of effective nowhere, and if we keep trying to keep up with you, you're going to be the only one capable of standing up."
Realm nodded and started slowing down, much to the relief of practically everybody else. Onox and Ganon, although they had managed to keep up with him (a surprising feat in itself), were so out of breath that they veritably collapsed. They made amusing wheezing noises as they did so.
"...That'll probably keep them busy for a while," Realm decided. "I give them about... fifteen minutes if they've got water. If not, about twenty-five."
"You sound as though you've got experience with this," Wind noted.
"This is not, by any means, the first time I've outrun a boss monster."
"Which is great, and all," Sketch interrupted. "But we've still got to get Veran out of Zelda. Any ideas?"
One brainstorm later, they still didn't have a clue.
"The problem here, is that we can't just hit her out," Lore mourned. "All the damage would just happen to Zelda."
"And hitting things is what we're best at..." Steam agreed.
"As far as I can tell from what you've said, Lore, the only way to get her out is if she does so willingly," Vio concluded. "The question is, how? Physical threats are clearly out of the question."
"Mind games?" Speck suggested.
"She's too crafty," Lore replied.
"Agreed," Gen said. "Remember the ice physics argument? She didn't even twitch an eye."
"To be fair, that wasn't exactly our usual level of confusion," Ocarina told him.
"I don't care, the point is I tried and she didn't fall for it. Well, not beyond the rope and gag at any rate."
'Zelda' – heck with it, Veran – gave him an icy stare. One could practically hear the scathing retort.
"Ah... she says she was 'playing her role, moron'," Mask translated.
"...I keep forgetting you speak Facial Expressions," Dusk muttered.
"What about bribery?" Blue said.
"With what? And do you really think we could actually live with ourselves if we did business with a villain?"
"...Blackmail?"
"If you've got some on her, I'd love to see it," Lore replied. "Do you?"
"No."
"Dang."
Veran made a snorting noise and quirked an eyebrow suggestively.
"...She says that if we beg her on hands and knees, there's a two-percent-chance of a slight possibility that she might consider thinking about the concept of a six-percent-probability of the idea about letting Zelda go. Maybe," Mask translated.
Everyone blinked as they tried to process that.
"...I think that's a 'Not gonna happen, suckers'," Mask decided.
"So we can't hit her out, we can't bribe her, we definitely can't ask nicely, we can't use blackmail, we can't use force, we can't use persuasion, we can't use trickery, and we probably can't wait her out because that would take forever and I don't think any of us have that much patience."
"There's also the bit where the universe will end if we don't hurry," Vio added dryly.
"That too."
"...So what you're saying is, we're sunk." Speck clarified.
Lore grunted, annoyed. "The only time I've ever seen her leave a host is willingly, and then only when there was someone more desirable to possess-"
He stopped abruptly, then tore open the flap on his bag and began shifting through the contents excitedly.
"...You gonna finish that sentence or no?" Steam asked.
"I just remembered her weakness," Lore explained. "Back when I met her the first time, she was trying to destroy the Maku Trees because they could make seeds that counteracted her powers."
"...Isn't that the thing we froze solid back in Labrynna?" Red asked hesitantly. Lore paused mid-sentence.
"...Oh yeah. Whoops... I uh, think she should be defrosted by now... hopefully."
The icicle hanging off the Maku Tree's nose dripped, making both a plop noise and causing an infuriating itch.
"...It's times like these that I dearly wish I had hands," the Tree sighed to herself.
"Uh... anyways, Veran spent a lot of time trying to eradicate the Maku Seeds by way of eradicating the Trees," Lore continued, digging deeper into his bag. "So I took the liberty of stashing a few just... in... case... here we go!"
He pulled his arm out of his pack and brandished a small, shriveled and definitely dried-out seed that looked as though it may have been brightly colored at some point.
"I was expecting something more impressive," Gen stated.
"Hush you," Lore said. "Now if I'm right, and I am, I just need to touch her with the seed, and..."
Nothing happened.
"...I do not understand why this isn't working," Lore said, continuously poking Veran's arm with the dried seed. "Why isn't it working?"
Veran let out a strangled snicker through her gag.
"...She's mocking you derisively," Mask translated.
Lore frowned. "...Sure it was this one..." he muttered, thinking. "Seeds... cancels her powers... come from a Tree-"
He abruptly stopped and facepalmed himself.
"Mystery Tree, you idiot!" he berated himself. "Mystery Seed from the Mystery Tree, how'd I get that mixed up?"
"Maybe because they're both seeds starting with 'M' that both come from Trees starting with 'M' that have similar effects on evil magic and/or people?" Dusk suggested.
"...Shut up."
"Do you have a Mystery Seed, then?"
"Of course I do, what kind of unprepared predictable person do you take me for?" Lore asked, mock-hurt. He then proceeded to pull out a second small, shriveled, and definitely dried out seed that for all intents and purposes looked nearly identical to the first one. The only difference was that this seed looked like it had once been curled up on itself, whereas the other one had just looked generically round.
Veran stopped snickering.
"Okay... take two," Lore said, holding up what was probably the correct seed this time. "Just need to touch her with the seed, and..."
Upon contact with the small plant-life, Veran let out an enraged screech. Zelda's body twitched, and suddenly there was a tall, blue-skinned woman sprawled awkwardly on the ground.
As a side effect, Princess Zelda was now bound, gagged, and thoroughly unconscious, which made for an incredibly awkward picture as it now very much looked like she'd been kidnapped.
Veran pushed herself to her feet and practically snarled at the Links. "I had everything going perfectly," she hissed. "I am not going back to that idiotic buffoon who thinks he's a god! He can't do anything right! But of course, you had to go and ruin ALL MY PLANS, and destroy the ONLY CHANCE I HAD AT FIXING IT!"
"...You do know that your definition of 'fixing it' involves the destruction of reality as we know it, right?" Wind asked.
"If you think I care about that, child, then you should reconsider your worldview," Veran sneered.
At this point, Onox and Ganon finally recovered their breath and ability to move and lumbered over to stand behind Veran.
"What took you so long?!" she snapped.
"The little green people run fast," Onox rumbled, sounding annoyed. "You should try chasing them while wearing a full suit of armor sometime, it's not as easy as it looks. Then again, I doubt you could handle that sort of-"
Abruptly, Onox was flat on the ground and Veran's foot was planted firmly on his face. "You don't want to finish that sentence," she informed him sweetly.
"Yes ma'am," Onox managed around her shoe.
"If you two are done flirting," Ganon growled, "we have some Heroes to eliminate."
Veran leveled a nasty glare at him. "I don't flirt with those who are beneath me," she retorted. "But you have a point. Onox, get up and make yourself useful."
"...This is going to be a very strange fight," Gen observed.
Veran smiled wickedly and called up a sphere of dark violet magic that danced in her palm. "You have no idea, Hero."
Behind her, Onox hefted his ball-and-chain with a clank, and Ganon twirled his trident menacingly. Oddly enough, now that they weren't running and nobody was trying not to die, the Links were able to notice that this Ganon wore a bright-red cape.
"Hello, Mr. Caped Pig," Lore whispered with a maniacal grin.
"Ooh, good one," Blue said.
Ganon growled.
"I think," Veran said with a glance behind her, "that I speak for all of us when I say, I'm going to enjoy this fight."
The actual writing of this chapter was easy and kinda fun.
Coming up with the idea was what took so long.
Sorry about that... I've been having to get creative with my villain scenarios... There's only so many times I can use 'they randomly ran into each other while searching on Hyrule Field' before it gets really old.
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