1 Chapter 1: A Pathetic Loss
A tumbleweed rolled into a deserted town. It spun around, moving from street to street, like it could navigate the city. Almost immediately after it rolled out leaving a small trail of dust, another object tumbled into clear view. This was definitely not any sort of tumbleweed. It swept across the area so fast, you could barely see any thing but solid green!
As this thing slowed down, sending dust fluttering in every which direction, it was easier to notice more details. Still dressed in almost solid neon green, this apparent man had a green tunic on, which glistened in the raging sunlight.
Embedded on it was a small arrangement of four triangles to make it seem like they were all one large triangle. The outer triangles were a glistening gold. The solo inner triangle, apparently non-existent, was the same neon green as the rest of the clothing.
A brown leather belt divided in tunic into two parts. If you looked close enough, a shining silver sword would come into view. That sword looked so powerful you could almost see it wiping out a whole army. He had a large, metal shield strapped to his back, too. This shield had the same triangular design as the form on the tunic. With the silvery metal and the golden triangles, the reflection of the sun alone could blind you if you stared into it.
Also on him were thick navy blue gloves that seemed to be as dense as an extra-creamy chocolate milkshake. They were the type of gloves in them that had holes for the bare fingers to slide through, and that really got a better grip when this person had to slash his sword or hold his shield.
His face would probably make the normal girl fall in love at first sight. He had shining blue eyes that seemed to always be filled with excitement and understanding, no matter how serious things got. Partly hidden from a green (surprising?) elf hat, he had pure golden hair that streamed down to his ears in large strands. His mouth was almost always in a frown, but with it lit up, it could almost pierce through the evil of the most monstrous being.
Anyway, as this person skidded to a stop, a girl yelled, "Link! Stop!" Link smiled. He knew exactly who that girl was. It was Zelda, in all of her beauty. Beauty and kindness that made Link want to run up to her, hold her hand, and… Link shook his head no. By God, he thought, I'm only 18. Anyway, some things are just more important than that, like the tournaments coming up. Even though… well… I'm just not ready. He sighed as he walked off. His mind was half-filled with thoughts from the thought he thought of before. Otherwise filled up with training and preparing.
Training. Link shuddered again of the thoughts of the night before.
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"So, we're back again. What makes you think you'll fight and win again?" Ganondorf crowed.
"Speaking of again, how'd you get out of your little prison?"
"I… uh… that's not the point. Eee-ya!"
"Huh?" Link stopped, wondering what Ganondorf had just done. He did see Ganondorf's fists close up. Suddenly, he noticed a large, flaming, purple ball of energy appearing from Ganondorf's clenched fist. He realized what was going on, but before he could jump out of the way, the fist met body. Purple flames poured around them, and to an onlooker, it would look as if a purple ball appeared out of nowhere. Even before the punch, Link started hurting, and on it, it felt as if a hundred knives were slashed through him at once. Link knocked back, with blood and bruises, to the edge of the stage.
Stage? What stage? Oh yes. They were practicing on a stage. Final Destination, to be exact.
Link stood up and croaked, "Ganondorf, I see you have been training."
"Training? Yes, I have. Oh, and FYI, that was one Warlock Punch," Ganondorf smiled, knowing it would make Link aggravated.
"WHAT?" Link suddenly stood abrupt, then started coughing. "One Warlock Punch?" he asked a little bit softer.
"You bet." Ganondorf nodded.
"Now, I won't be so easy on you," Link roared. He dashed over to Ganondorf, who stepped quickly aside and smirked. Link's eyes opened as he saw the edge of the stage coming closer… and closer…
Suddenly, it completely disappeared under his feet. Falling down almost as fast as a speeding bullet, Link made a quick move. He double jumped in the air to get his self closer to the stage, and swung his sword around quickly to give himself an extra boost. But Ganondorf was ready. When Link was almost at the top, he gave a quick, short jab and Link fell down into the abyss. No jumps could stop him now.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooo…"
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Link shook his head and headed to the park to get a few things off his mind. He suddenly saw Bowser lumbering his way, so Link dove into the nearest bush. Link knew that his loss would spread though the whole area even though it was just training, and it might affect other people's attitude against him. Especially Bowser and the gang: Mewtwo and Ganondorf. Link didn't want to get teased; it certainly would make him feel better.
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As he sat hidden in the bush and thought, Bowser far away thought the saw a green speck in the bush, but bushes were always green, so that didn't really help.
Turning his head as much as he could (which wasn't too much), he shouted to Mewtwo, which was behind him, "Yo! Is that green speck there Elfy?"
"Hold on." Mewtwo stopped in his tracks, and closed his eyes tightly. Some people there might have sworn his forehead turned red in the process. He was tingling all over… and finally stopped.
"Sorry," he commented, "I had to see whether it was Elfy or Mini-Elfy."
"So… which one is it?" Bowser's eyes looked almost as fiery as his breath. He was definitely not known for being patient.
"Oh! It was Link… I mean Elfy."
"Good. I need to do something about his training fall."
They both smirked, knowing what would come up next.
A tumbleweed rolled into a deserted town. It spun around, moving from street to street, like it could navigate the city. Almost immediately after it rolled out leaving a small trail of dust, another object tumbled into clear view. This was definitely not any sort of tumbleweed. It swept across the area so fast, you could barely see any thing but solid green!
As this thing slowed down, sending dust fluttering in every which direction, it was easier to notice more details. Still dressed in almost solid neon green, this apparent man had a green tunic on, which glistened in the raging sunlight.
Embedded on it was a small arrangement of four triangles to make it seem like they were all one large triangle. The outer triangles were a glistening gold. The solo inner triangle, apparently non-existent, was the same neon green as the rest of the clothing.
A brown leather belt divided in tunic into two parts. If you looked close enough, a shining silver sword would come into view. That sword looked so powerful you could almost see it wiping out a whole army. He had a large, metal shield strapped to his back, too. This shield had the same triangular design as the form on the tunic. With the silvery metal and the golden triangles, the reflection of the sun alone could blind you if you stared into it.
Also on him were thick navy blue gloves that seemed to be as dense as an extra-creamy chocolate milkshake. They were the type of gloves in them that had holes for the bare fingers to slide through, and that really got a better grip when this person had to slash his sword or hold his shield.
His face would probably make the normal girl fall in love at first sight. He had shining blue eyes that seemed to always be filled with excitement and understanding, no matter how serious things got. Partly hidden from a green (surprising?) elf hat, he had pure golden hair that streamed down to his ears in large strands. His mouth was almost always in a frown, but with it lit up, it could almost pierce through the evil of the most monstrous being.
Anyway, as this person skidded to a stop, a girl yelled, "Link! Stop!" Link smiled. He knew exactly who that girl was. It was Zelda, in all of her beauty. Beauty and kindness that made Link want to run up to her, hold her hand, and… Link shook his head no. By God, he thought, I'm only 18. Anyway, some things are just more important than that, like the tournaments coming up. Even though… well… I'm just not ready. He sighed as he walked off. His mind was half-filled with thoughts from the thought he thought of before. Otherwise filled up with training and preparing.
Training. Link shuddered again of the thoughts of the night before.
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"So, we're back again. What makes you think you'll fight and win again?" Ganondorf crowed.
"Speaking of again, how'd you get out of your little prison?"
"I… uh… that's not the point. Eee-ya!"
"Huh?" Link stopped, wondering what Ganondorf had just done. He did see Ganondorf's fists close up. Suddenly, he noticed a large, flaming, purple ball of energy appearing from Ganondorf's clenched fist. He realized what was going on, but before he could jump out of the way, the fist met body. Purple flames poured around them, and to an onlooker, it would look as if a purple ball appeared out of nowhere. Even before the punch, Link started hurting, and on it, it felt as if a hundred knives were slashed through him at once. Link knocked back, with blood and bruises, to the edge of the stage.
Stage? What stage? Oh yes. They were practicing on a stage. Final Destination, to be exact.
Link stood up and croaked, "Ganondorf, I see you have been training."
"Training? Yes, I have. Oh, and FYI, that was one Warlock Punch," Ganondorf smiled, knowing it would make Link aggravated.
"WHAT?" Link suddenly stood abrupt, then started coughing. "One Warlock Punch?" he asked a little bit softer.
"You bet." Ganondorf nodded.
"Now, I won't be so easy on you," Link roared. He dashed over to Ganondorf, who stepped quickly aside and smirked. Link's eyes opened as he saw the edge of the stage coming closer… and closer…
Suddenly, it completely disappeared under his feet. Falling down almost as fast as a speeding bullet, Link made a quick move. He double jumped in the air to get his self closer to the stage, and swung his sword around quickly to give himself an extra boost. But Ganondorf was ready. When Link was almost at the top, he gave a quick, short jab and Link fell down into the abyss. No jumps could stop him now.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooo…"
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Link shook his head and headed to the park to get a few things off his mind. He suddenly saw Bowser lumbering his way, so Link dove into the nearest bush. Link knew that his loss would spread though the whole area even though it was just training, and it might affect other people's attitude against him. Especially Bowser and the gang: Mewtwo and Ganondorf. Link didn't want to get teased; it certainly would make him feel better.
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As he sat hidden in the bush and thought, Bowser far away thought the saw a green speck in the bush, but bushes were always green, so that didn't really help.
Turning his head as much as he could (which wasn't too much), he shouted to Mewtwo, which was behind him, "Yo! Is that green speck there Elfy?"
"Hold on." Mewtwo stopped in his tracks, and closed his eyes tightly. Some people there might have sworn his forehead turned red in the process. He was tingling all over… and finally stopped.
"Sorry," he commented, "I had to see whether it was Elfy or Mini-Elfy."
"So… which one is it?" Bowser's eyes looked almost as fiery as his breath. He was definitely not known for being patient.
"Oh! It was Link… I mean Elfy."
"Good. I need to do something about his training fall."
They both smirked, knowing what would come up next.