You will have to excuse the funkiness of this writing. Sadly, I posses only MSWorks, so I
have been reduced to using PRE tags, even though they mess up the work a bit. If you
know how I could change this to HTML without having to code it, please contact me at
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	I have no family.
	I have no friends.
	I have no enemies.
	I have no ethics.
	I have no morals.
	I have no one.
	They are dead to me, as are you.
	I exist to do my job, a job at which I am the best.
	I exist to kill.
	My name? 'tis Omega.
	Why?
	For I am the end result.

	My family is dead.
	My friends brutally slaughtered.
	My enemies everywhere.
	My ethics restraining.
	My morals constantly tested.
	And yet, I have no one.
	I seek to prevent more from dying.
	I exist to do my job, a job at which I am best.
	I exist to stop Omega.
	My name? 'tis Gemini.
	Why?
	For I rule with the stars.

	Link and Ganon stared at each other. Ganon's blood red eyes reflected into Link's
blue ones. An eerie silence fell upon the massive tower. It lasted two seconds, and then
battle, battle like it had never been seen before, clamped it's vicious jaws around silence's
fragile neck. Ganon hurled massive globules of dark energy at the green hero, who reacted
as fast as he could. He flipped, swung, dodged, while explosions rocked the tower. He
saw one global coming, speeding on it's deadly path, straight towards him! He leapt to the
side....and straight into the path of another global. He cried out in unholy agony, as he felt
the energy eating away at his flesh, burning his skin, blackening his soul... Suddenly,
Ganon vanished, and in his place stood a man, not much older than Link. He wore a black
shirt with grey cuffs and color, wore pants as dark as Ganon's soul. His eyes were icy
cold, and slate colored, and his hair was blue, and his skin very pale.
	"My name is Omega. I am the anti-storm. I am your new master." spoke the figure.
These three sentences spoken, he vanished in a puff of smoke.

	Link shot out of bed and cracked his head on the ceiling. He screamed, thinking he
was still in his dream. Opening his eyes, he stumbled to the window, half-asleep and
rubbing his head. His little wooden cottage was about three miles from Kakairko, and he
heard the trumpeters blaring their wake-up call.
	"I hate those damn trumpets," he mumbled, "I should move. To the forest or
something." He really didn't mean this. Not only did he find the forest far too lonely, he
loved the old cottage. Ever since his uncle had died, three years ago, when he was 17, he
had strove to preserve every memory of him. Link strode over to the window, and mused
about his dream. It was extremely strange. He knew the man he was fighting had been
Ganon, yet, he didn't remember him. He didn't remember the tower, or the energy bolts.
Four years ago he had fought a huge monster in the pits of a massive stone temple, not a
man at the top of a massive stone-and-steel tower. And who was that strange man...?
Anti-storm? What did that mean?
	"That's odd," he murmured sleepily, "the trumpets are playing longer than usual. In
fact, I don't think those are wake-up trumpets at all..." his eyes shot open. He flung open
the closet door, and quickly scanned it. The Master Sword slept in the forest deep now,
but Link still possessed a stout steel broadsword, with a silver and gem-studded hilt. He
snatched it up and bolted for Kakairko, fully awake. They weren't wake-up horns at all.
They were war trumpets. The city was under attack. 
	Link sprinted through underbrush and hurtled over rocks. Sweat began to stand
out on his face, and the blood rushed to his head. He shoved open the wooden gates to
Kakairko, and stopped. The trumpets had stopped. The city was empty. The buildings still
stood, but all the people were gone. Link, grimacing, drew his sword and crept down the
desolate cobble stone alleys. In four years Kakairko had grown from a small town to a
sprawling city as immigrants came from all over the world. Calatia and Sosaria to the
north, Tyberi to the south, and several smaller nations scattered about. But everyone had
seemingly vanished. Gusts of wind rattled down the streets, giving Link a start.
	"This...this...this is wrong..." he spoke, aloud, to the empty city, "Something
here...is wrong...it's...evil!" he cried. As the last word was spoken, the city burst into fire.
The burning teeth devoured the buildings, and leapt from food source to food source,
growing ever more powerful. Link spun about wildly, attempting to discern the source of
the blaze. It has no discernible epicenter, and Link decided it was time to bail. He dashed
for the city gates, which themselves were ablaze with the hellborn fire. As he neared them,
they shut, and hardened into steel. From their tops a figure leapt down, and landed with
incredible grace. It walked slowly toward Link, and raised it's hand. At this motion,
hundred of bodies appeared on the ground, in the buildings, on rooftops...all dead. Link
looked wildly around him. Blood raced through the cracks in the cobbles, children stared
blankly up at the sky, people hung out of windowsills...Link's heart began to race, and his
blood began to burn.
	"You...you killed them..." he hissed at the figure, who was becoming clearer by the
second. It was clearly male, yet did not have the pointy ears of a Hylian male. He was not
a monster, or a Zora. He had blue hair, slate colored eyes, and dressed in black, with gray
cuffs and collar. He stopped at Link's accusation, and raised an eyebrow.
	"Kill them?" he said, "No, of course not. They have always been dead. Sadly, you
haven't, but I can remedy that fairly quickly."
	"You! You...you are the man from my dreams!" Link cried. The figure nodded.
	"I see your memory is not lacking. 'tis true, I am that man. Of course, you may call
me Omega. I am the last person you will ever lay eyes on!" he shouted. Swiftly bringing
up his hand, he raised his index finger, then his ring finger. In response to this action, the
flame spiraled toward him. It's burning teeth shot into his finger, and created a huge swirl
of fire. Link's steel blade glowed red from the heat, and the silver hilt became unbearably
hot. Link dropped the blade and fell to one knee, staring in awe and clutching his burnt
hand. Finally, the hellfire vanished into Omega's fingertips. Omega smiled grimly. 
	"It is time, green one. It is time to face your death. Are you ready? No? Good."
Omega raised his hand, and a massive blue global appeared in his palm he leveled it at
Link, who was backed up against a wall. Link shut his eyes, preparing for the end...
	"Link...Link, your time is not now. You will not die!" said a mysterious voice in a
warming whisper, "Link...open...your...eyes..." Link's eyes snapped open, in time to see
Omega level his hand at Link. Suddenly, a black streak shot from one of the buildings, and
knocked Omega to his feet. The streak stood up, and Link could see it was another man.
He was dressed in black chain mail, and his legs were covered with a thick black cloth. his
hair was a deep brown, and his skin dark. Omega climbed to his feet in a rage.
	"Storm Lord!" he cried, and tore at the figure, who easily blocked him.
	"Omega! I'm shocked, you've gotten rusty!" the other man replied. Omega's eyes
narrowed into cold slits.
	"Gemini! How cute. Coming to rescue the target. It's so like you. Too bad you die
with him!" cried Omega. His opponent, Gemini, as he called him, momentarily turned to
Link.
	"Run Link, run!" he shouted, "Run fast and hard!" Link obeyed, and dashed down
the bloodstained streets, and toward the gate. His leather boots splashed in red puddles,
stumbled over bodies... He was almost there, when he tripped over a body. His downward
spiral brought him into contact with the body, and he could see it was a little girl, bleeding
from ears, mouth, and eyes. The confused, green, hero cried out as he cracked his head on
the pavement...everything went black.
	Link shot out of bed and banged his head on the ceiling.
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