The Legend of Zelda: Reign of Insanity

By Rhyli and Fantasy-Flyer

Summary: Created and written by Rhyli and Fantasy Flyer, this is the sequel to "Zelda's Quest" by Fantasy-Flyer. Link and Zelda's two children have been enslaved in a foreign country for five years and every day they dream of returning to their homeland, but an unpleasant surprise awaits them there…

Disclaimer: I do not own Hyrule, Terminia, Link, Zelda, Ganondorf, or the King of Hyrule, they are Nintendo's. I also do not own the Billabongs, they are Flyer's, as are Laryn, Crow, and Lannen, but Raptor, Swallow, Cardinal, Mallard, and Drosia are mine, GWAHAHAHA! –Rhyli

Disclaimer: I do not own all of the above that my dear co-writer Rhyli has listed except that I own the Billabongs (I know, named after a clothing company, I have no life alright?), and Laryn, Crow, and Lannen…alright? ALRIGHT?…alright

A/N: Yeah, this story is a bit off the wall, and it might seem kind of weird, with two authors, you know, plus me and Flyer have totally different writing styles (she likes to keep the point of view consistent throughout the chapter, I like to switch it around a lot, she writes in primarily first-person, I write in primarily third-person, etc.). Anyway, if you liked "Zelda's Quest" (and if you didn't, bad things await you…), then maybe give this one a shot. Oh, and Link is very out of character. Enjoy! –Rhyli

A/N: True, it might be different then the un-finished first story…(I NEED IDEAS FOR THE FIRST ONE, PLEASE GIVE INPUT) but this one is the best because Rhyli helped me:P So enjoy! Fantasy-Flyer

Chapter One: Slaves and Supervisors

At four o'clock in the morning, the sound of the gong in the slaves' quarters rang loud and clear through the rooms upon rooms of filthy bunkers. This was almost immediately followed by yawning and grumbling from the slaves of all ages, male and female, Hylian, Terminian, and Drosian.

Five more minutes, thought sixteen-year-old Laryn, Just five more minutes.

"Laryn!" cried her brother Lannen, "Wake up! We have to go to work!"

Lannen was eight, and truth be told, a bit overly enthusiastic. He even enjoyed the work sometimes. Laryn wanted nothing to do with the place, but didn't show it. She was the introvert, and Lannen was the extrovert. Even when they had been younger, that was how it had been.

The man next to them, a plump Drosian named Pheasant, slowly got up and grabbed his pickaxe. "I advise not sleeping in, Laryn," he started, "Raptor will have your hide."

"I don't care about Raptor," she groaned, "I just want to sleep."

Pheasant shrugged, then ran off to join Nightingale, his wife. Drosia was the land of birds, and all Drosians were named after birds. When she had first been enslaved, Laryn had no idea how embarrassing this must have been for them, but then she realized that they were just as confused about the names of Hylians and Terminians.

"Come on, sis! Raptor's gonna be mad!"

"Maybe Raptor's on a break. Maybe it'll be Swallow or Crow."

There were five Drosian supervisors of around Laryn's age who took turns watching the slaves in the mines; Raptor, Swallow, Crow, Cardinal, and Mallard. Raptor was the leader of the lot, and there was a reason that he was Lannen's greatest fear, but he was really the only one that needed to be worried about.

"I don't care! I'm not going to the mines alone, it's scary!"

Laryn got up, grumbling. "Fine. But the only thing about the mines you're afraid of is Raptor!"

"Well, he's scary!"

Rolling her eyes, Laryn grabbed Lannen's hand and lead him out the door. How could she let herself be talked into these things in the first place?

It was Mallard who was on duty. The other four supervisors were in the staff room, doing whatever it was they usually did while they were on a break.

But once again, without Mallard, who often seemed to only be there physically, it was Swallow and three of the four boys, one an acquaintance, one a friend, and one a brother, the closest often seeming to be the furthest.

As usual, Crow sat in an armchair in the corner, sketching something. Swallow often wondered what he drew; he never let anyone see those sketches. Her eyes then landed on Cardinal. She didn't know him that well, but he was Raptor's lapdog, so, indirectly, she too controlled him. He was casually leaning against the wall, whistling the Drosian National Anthem. Then of course, her older brother Raptor was lounging on the one uncomfortable sofa, occasionally taking a sip from the flask of brandy that scarcely ever left his hand. He appeared tired; but then again, he always did.

"Whose shift is next?" asked Crow, finally looking up from his drawings.

Raptor took a quick swig from the flask. "Mine. Hopefully that Hylian brat has finally got his act together."

"Lannen?" asked Swallow, "What's wrong with him? He's so sweet."

"He's annoying, that's what he is!" snapped Raptor, "For the past five years he's been nothing but a thorn in my side."

Cardinal nodded in agreement. "Kid's annoying, that's for sure."

"Yeah, now shut up and get me that pipe over there," Raptor ordered, completely indifferent to Cardinal agreeing with him. That's how Raptor was- indifferent to things that pleased him, snappish about things that angered him. But Swallow couldn't forget that he hadn't always been like that. Sometimes she thought it would have been easier for her if she could. Then she wouldn't have to cry herself to sleep over the loss of her "real" brother.

Before Cardinal could, however, Mallard entered.

"Master," he said to Raptor, "My shift is over."

Mallard had no personality. He referred to everyone as "Master" or "Mistress" and only did what he had been ordered to do. He didn't think, he hardly spoke- little more than an empty shell.

Raptor cursed as he got up. "Swallow, make sure these three idiots behave themselves, alright?"

Swallow nodded. "I'll see what I can do, Raptor."

Really, she had nothing to watch for. Crow was busy drawing, Cardinal would never intentionally do anything to anger Raptor, and Mallard was hardly even human.

As Raptor left, Swallow studied the other four boys. Cardinal was her own age, Crow was Raptor's age, a year older, and Mallard was a year older than him. But they all seemed even older than sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen; more grave, stern… and definitely hardened. None of them matched Raptor, though.

Swallow wondered over to Crow, the nicest of them all.

"What are you drawing?" she asked.

He blushed. "Uh, nothing."

She smiled, then turned away. Boys would be boys.

"WHAT!" roared King Link of Hyrule as the unsuspecting peasant trembled.

"I told you, your highness, I could not stop him…"

The king scowled. "You mean you just stood there and allowed some vagabond to take the head off of the statue of me!"

"Well, your m-majesty, he was so much st-stronger than m-m-me…"

"That's no excuse! Guards! Take him to the dungeons!"

The man continued to tremble and bawl after the guards had grabbed him. The noise could be heard until the slam of the door to the castle basement resounded.

His wife, Queen Zelda, stared at him. "He wasn't even supposed to guard the statue, you know. You never hired him, he was just an innocent bystander." Link had changed so much since they were first married- he was so corrupt now…

"Well, it was his duty as a Hylian citizen to stop that vandal!" Link snapped, "Besides, it was a statue of me."

Zelda sighed, then turned away. First, her two children had been taken hostage in the war with Drosia, now her husband seemed to be trying to arrest half the country for no particular reason. Why had all this happened to her? What had she done?

Her father-in-law, Ganondorf, then entered. He had once been an enemy, but then Link and Zelda had discovered that Ganondorf was actually Link's father, and then they had become allies. Ganondorf and Link's mother, Ariel, had remarried, and then moved into the castle with Link, Zelda, their two children, and the ghost of Zelda's dead father.

"What's going on in here, children?" asked Ganondorf. He looked nothing like his son- Link definitely took after his Hylian mother far more than his Gerudo father.

"Nothing, Father," insisted Link.

"Not true!" Zelda argued, "Ganondorf, Link's arresting innocent people again!"

"You'd better cut back on that, Link," advised Ganondorf, "Otherwise your citizens will start to dislike you."

Zelda nodded. "That's what I've been telling him, but does he listen to me? No, the King of Hyrule doesn't need to listen to his wife, who is actually the one with royal blood!"

Link rolled his eyes. "Relax, Zelda, I know what I'm doing."

"You may know what you're doing, but you definitely don't know how you're doing it," muttered Ganondorf.

"What!" demanded Link.

Ganondorf smiled coldly. "Exactly. You might need a crash course in politics, son."

Link scowled. Zelda grinned.

"Well, I'd better get back to my study," Ganondorf sighed, "Otherwise Ariel will make me help with dinner."

He then left the throne room. Zelda then slapped Link across the face.

"Hey! What was that for!"

"You know what that was for! You've put off finding our children for the last five years just to arrest random people!"

Link's jaw dropped. "Hey, I'm still trying to find them, they're just not turning up anywhere!"

"Well, get looking harder!" Zelda screamed before storming out after Ganondorf. She was really getting fed up with this.

A/N: Yeah, short chapter, just an introduction, really… next one will be longer, I swear! Anyway, until then, review, and review, and maybe review as well. Au revoir until the next chapter! –Rhyli

A/N: So, short chappys are my specialty, lol, jk, I try to lengthen them…..REVIEW OR ELSE I WILL FLY TO YOUR HOUSE AND HURT YOU UNTIL YOU REVIEW…MWA, HA, HA…Fantasy-Flyer