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: Not mine, not mine… if it was, I'd make a game about Farore and Nayru (not Din, she's not as cool for some reason) killing Tingle and ridding Hyrule of the hideously evil color pink, and there would be many hot guys with swords and no shirts. –Rhyli

Disclaimer: Umm….if I did own this stuff, why would I be writing fanfictions about it when I'm too busy creating the darn thing?

A/N: Longer chapters, I promise! More Link and Zelda, I promise! Tingle will die, I promise! Just hold in there, the story only has three chapters so far! Hopefully, this one will fulfill some of your immediate desires. Anyway, read and REVIEW! Thank you, Greki for the review. You are a very good person. If only more people were so ahem considerate as to express their opinions… (glares) –Rhyli

A/N: You know what? We don't like people who read stories then don't give input, and if you DO happen to read this wonderful story, but DON'T review, I will hunt you down and torture you until you swear by blood and your life that every time you read a story, you will review, even if it isn't ours, even if it was a person on the other side of the planet, you'd review, people enjoy having reviews, knowing that somewhere, someone is enjoying their work…so REVIEW! Fantasy-Flyer

Chapter Three: Running Away to Home

Raptor returned to the staff room to find just what he was expecting; Crow drawing, Cardinal making a house out of cards, and Mallard sitting on his couch.

"Get off!" he ordered.

"Yes Master," murmured Mallard as he pulled himself off of the couch and into a chair.

Sighing, Raptor collapsed onto the now vacant piece of furniture.

"Swallow was just in here," started Crow, "Is it true you saved Laryn's life?"

"If you want to put it that way," Raptor replied curtly, "I didn't know what else to do, alright?"

Cardinal nodded. "He had to. It's Laryn. She's a foreigner."

"Somehow I don't think Raptor thinks of her that way," Crow chided, "Am I right?"

"You're right," he admitted, "I only think of her as a slave."

Crow frowned. "You know what I mean."

"I know. And you are insane to even think about that."

Still frowning, Crow turned back to his drawing.

The four boys sat in quiet until Swallow came back and Cardinal went to the mines. After awhile, Crow went and Cardinal was back, then the work day was over and it was time for dinner.

"Well, come on," insisted Cardinal, "I'm hungry, aren't you?"

"Yes Master," droned Mallard.

Crow sighed as he walked in. "King Peacock is having the Billabongs over for dinner tonight, we have to eat in here."

"Good," muttered Raptor, "I really hate eating dinner with Prince Loony using all those corny pick-up lines on my sister."

Swallow shook her head. "Don't worry, I hate Loon. He'll never get me, I promise."

"So, just out of curiosity, who will?" asked Crow.

Laughing, Swallow shrugged. "I don't know. I'm only sixteen, I'm not even thinking about getting married. Anyway, I'd better go get our food."

Crow nodded. "Oh. Well, before you're old, you'll find someone who is very mature, has great taste, admires both your internal and external beauty, respects you for who you are, and doesn't try to rearrange the alphabet or ask if you shined your underwear."

"Thanks, Crow," she acknowledged, "Someday, you are going to make someone the happiest man alive."

With that, she left.

"Did you guys hear that!" demanded Crow in outrage.

"Yeah," answered Raptor, "She thinks you're gay."

"Hey, I think he's gay too," added Cardinal.

Crow frowned. "Raptor, you don't think I'm gay, do you?"

"Of course not," he replied, "I know for a fact that you're gay."

"But I'm not!" Crow insisted.

"I'm sure that Mallard is very hurt to find that out."

"Yes Master."

"But Mallard's straight!"

"Yes Master."

"You mean you're interested?"

"Yes Master."

"Not you! Him!"

"What's going on?"

Swallow had returned.

"Swallow, why does everyone think I'm gay?" asked Crow.

She raised an eyebrow. "You're not?"

"I'm not."

Swallow frowned. "Oh, Crow, I'm so sorry! You see, you just always seemed like you had a crush on Raptor."

Raptor scowled. "Swallow, even I'm not that sick-minded, have you been looking at Cardinal's stack of porn?"

"Ew, never!" she exclaimed.

"But I don't have a stack of porn," argued Cardinal, "That's yours."

"Yeah, a birthday present from you that somehow ended up in the back of your closet."

Sighing, Swallow pulled the trolley carrying five meals into the room. "Well, eat up, boys. Tomorrow's the slaves' day off, you need the energy to do whatever you want."

"I'm not hungry," Raptor insisted as the others took their plates.

"But it's duck! Your favorite, Drosian mallard."

"Master's favorite?" asked Mallard.

"Not you," sighed Swallow, "The food."

"Yes Mistress."

Crow shook his head. "Well, at least you got him to say 'favorite'."

"I'm going to take this to the dog," muttered Raptor, picking up his plate and walking out the door. He wasn't hungry, but someone definitely was.

Zelda felt confident as she drove up to Lon Lon Ranch. Not a single person in town had recognized her, and she had just driven past old Talon, who hadn't even looked at her. True, he was going blind, but Zelda didn't care.

Malon, Talon's daughter, however, smiled as Zelda dismounted.

"Hey, Sheik," she greeted, "Haven't seen that outfit in awhile. Must have really wanted to get out of the castle this time."

"You have no idea," confirmed Zelda, "You have nothing to worry about, your husband wasn't the corrupt ruler of a country, bless his soul. He was good man- you must miss him a lot."

Malon nodded. "So much. So do Avor and Kyato."

"I'm sorry to bring up that painful subject, Malon- but I feel somewhat responsible, as Arivor was a soldier who died in the war with Drosia that Link started."

"It's not your fault. Don't worry Zelda- Link will come around."

She sighed. "I hope so. Anyway, my mother-in-law needs some milk."

"Right. Avor! Fetch this visitor some milk!"

Malon's son Avor, copper-haired and green-eyed, tall and muscular, arrived with a crate of bottled milk. He was eighteen years old, two years older than Zelda's daughter Laryn. In the children's earlier years, Zelda and Malon had tried to get Avor and Laryn to play together as much as possible, hoping that they would fall in love one day. It had half-worked; Avor was madly in love with Laryn, but Laryn had shown no interest in him at all.

He loaded the crate onto Zelda's wagon, then gave a quick bow and retreated into the stables.

"He's been rather quiet ever since the war," explained Malon, "With his father dying and Laryn being taken hostage."

"Understandable."

Zelda pulled herself back onto the wagon. "Have a nice day."

"You too," Malon agreed, "Bye."

"I'm sick of gruel!" shouted Lannen, kicking his plate off the old table in the slaves' quarters, "I want food!"

Laryn sighed. "Lannen, sit down, stop embarrassing me!"

She pulled him back down onto the bench. "Don't do that, at least it's something."

"You don't eat it either," he moaned, "We're dying. They're killing us…"

"Don't worry, Father will come for us eventually."

"No he won't!"

Lannen stood, then ran off to their bunk, tears streaming down his face. Laryn gazed after him, about to go and comfort him, but-

"Laryn!"

The whisper from the door was harsh and sharp, but seemed genuine, and in a way, quite a relief.

"Laryn! Over here!"

She got up and headed to the door.

"Raptor? What's going on?"

"The dog wouldn't eat this," he muttered, handing her a plate of food, "Take it."

"But we've already got food…"

"You call that food? Just take the damn plate!"

"But…"

He scowled. "Share it with the brat for all I care, just get it out of my sight!"

Laryn grimaced. "Right. Uh, thank you… I guess…"

Raptor raised an eyebrow, then nodded abruptly before prowling off.

Turning away from his leaving form, Laryn stared down at the plate. Suddenly, she felt herself smiling. But why?

"Lannen!" she called, "Want some food?"

Some time later, Swallow found herself in the staff room, alone. The four boys had all gone to bed, but she wasn't quite tired, so she had stayed up. She didn't care that she was alone- she knew that the king and prince would still be up, entertaining their guests. Somehow, it felt rather comforting to be alone. No one to boss around, no one to boss her around…

All that was interrupted when the king's butler, Eagle, entered.

"Ah, Mistress Swallow," he greeted, "Good evening."

"Good evening," she replied, puzzled. Why would the hand-picked servant of the king be here, of all places?

Eagle glanced around the room. "It is a relief to find that that uncouth brother of yours is visibly absent. It will make everything so much easier…"

Swallow raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"I believe you know," he insisted, "Anyway, His Majesty has summoned you to his throne room."

"The throne room!" repeated Swallow, "What would King Peacock want with me?"

Eagle frowned. "I do not know, Mistress Swallow, and I am not in the position to ask. I only request that you follow me."

"Well, if His Highness has summoned me, I suppose I must go."

"Good. Now come along, Mistress Swallow. His Majesty is angry when he does not receive what he has asked for."

Slowly, Swallow trailed after Eagle down the narrow corridors of the underground mine area, into the main castle, and all the way to the large set of double doors with the Drosian crest carved upon them. Eagle then opened them, and they both walked down the red carpeted pathway to the throne of King Peacock of Drosia.

Eagle bowed. "Your Majesty, I have brought Mistress Swallow."

"Good," confirmed the king, "You're dismissed."

King Peacock was a stereotypical middle-aged king, fat, bearded, and with a gold crown that looked far too heavy for him to support. He did not appear jolly, though- his eyes were small and greedy, and he looked as if any minute he could burst out in a fit of maniacal laughter.

"Mistress Swallow," he addressed.

Following Eagle's example, she bowed. "Your Majesty."

"I am truly sorry to disturb you," he started, not sounding truly sorry at all, "But I need answers, my dear, answers. Promise me that you will honestly answer every question I ask you."

"If I can, Your Highness." This couldn't have been right- what was going on?

The king nodded. "Tell me, you were born in the village of Teriod, correct? On the peninsula?"

"Yes, Your Highness," answered Swallow, confused.

"And you have one older brother? Master Raptor, I believe it is?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Your parents were killed ten years ago when your village was attacked during the Drosian Civil War and you and your brother were sold into slavery here?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Swallow replied. She was really starting to feel quite uncomfortable.

"And then your brother worked his way to a paid position and bought your freedom as well?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Good," confirmed Peacock, "That is all I need to know. You see, I already knew all of that, of course, because I am the king, and the king knows everything. I just needed to make sure that you were honest enough."

Swallow frowned. "Honest enough for what, Your Majesty?"

"My son, Prince Loon," the king answered, "He does not want the Princess of Terminia. He does not want the young Gerudo Queen. Even the sainted maiden who is said to dwell in the Land of A Thousand Rivers does not catch his fancy. He has eyes only for you, Mistress Swallow."

"Your Highness… I really don't know what to say…"

"Say that you will marry him willingly," Peacock commanded, "It would be a shame to make you his bride by force now, wouldn't it?"

"I suppose it would…" she grumbled.

The king smiled wickedly. "Excellent. Now return to your room- it is late, after all. I should know; I'm the king, and the king knows everything."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Swallow bowed once more, then left, her pace gradually quickening. Marry the crown prince? The ugly, arrogant Prince Loon of Drosia? Impossible. Never. She'd sooner die.

Finally, she found herself back in her room. She collapsed onto her bed and stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours. She couldn't marry Prince Loon, she couldn't…

She pulled herself up and grabbed a nearby bag. She didn't have to marry Prince Loon- not if she acted fast.

Scrambling, Swallow threw some clothes and her few belongings in the small bag and closed it. She then rushed across the hall to Raptor's room.

He was asleep, calm, for once. He wasn't stiff, he wasn't worried, he just… was. It was good to see him so peaceful… so good.

Smiling, she went up to his bed and knelt beside it.

"Sorry I have to leave," she started, "But if you only knew, you'd tell me to. I'd wake you and have you come with me, and I know you would, but you still have a future here. I don't. Just try to get better, okay? I love you, and I know you need me right now, and I need you too, but right now, I think we both just need to help ourselves."

Swallow took one last look at him and sighed. "Goodbye, my brother."

Frantically, Crow scanned the staff room as well as he could using the light from the small candle. He had forgotten his sketchbook, and if anyone saw it…

He finally saw it on his usual chair, not a page turned. As he sighed with relief, he started towards it-

"Crow!"

"Swallow! What are you doing here!"

She frowned. "I'm leaving, Crow. King Peacock wants me to marry Prince Loon. I have to leave. I was just taking one last glance around this room."

"Are you telling Raptor? He'd go with you, you do need a traveling companion."

"I don't want to wake him," Swallow insisted, "I know he'd come, but just… he looks so peaceful when he's asleep, you don't know what that's like for me… hey, why don't you come with me?"

Crow stumbled backwards. "Me! Really? I'm not very brave, and I don't know the land too well…"

"Don't worry," assured Swallow, "I've already asked if two other people would come, and they will."

"I'll come, I guess."

She smiled. "Great. Now come on, we have to get the others!"

"Lannen, wake up!"

Slowly, he opened his eyes to see Laryn standing over him.

"Laryn… we're not supposed to be up yet…"

She nodded. "I know."

"What's happening?"

Laryn looked at him, then smiled. "We're going home, Lannen. Home."

A/N: I am a huge fan of Merriam-Webster's online dictionary ( I love it so much, in fact, I have even included an excerpt from it in my A/N-

Main Entry: 1re·view
Pronunciation: ri-'vyü
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Middle French reveue, from revoir to look over, from re- + voir to see -- more at VIEW
1 a a formal military inspection b a military ceremony honoring a person or an event
2 : REVISION 1a
3 a general survey (as of the events of a period)
4 an act or the process of reviewing
5 judicial reexamination (as of the proceedings of a lower tribunal by a higher)
6 a a critical evaluation (as of a book or play) b a magazine devoted chiefly to reviews and essays
7 a a retrospective view or survey (as of one's life) b (1) renewed study of material previously studied (2) an exercise facilitating such study
8 : REVUE

The only two definitions that any of you need to be concerned with now are 4 and 6a. It seems that ahem some of you (namely, all but one of you) have had the meaning of the word in this sense confused with some of the other meanings. Well, we don't want a military inspection, or a study, or a magazine… we just want to know that people are actually reading this. Is it so hard to click a few buttons and type a few words? Would it kill any of you to do that? I hate to do this, but the next chapter will NOT be posted until we have at least 15 reviews. Send flames, insults, whatever (bear in mind that I will probably insult you back in my next A/N if you insult me or Flyer in a review; I am not afraid of people I don't even know). If that means that the next chapter will never be posted, then so be it- from the lack of reviews, it appears that not many of you will care if the next chapter is posted or not. Constructive criticisms will be welcomed, and not-so-constructive criticisms will be tolerated, perhaps at the extent of the critic, depending on how unconstructive it is. I know that I am rambling on, but not without reason. When I'm ticked off at something, I do get really annoying. So review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. 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A/N: I hope you don't expect me to repeat what she just stated…then this WOULD be a very, Very, VEry, VERy, VERY LONG CHAPTER! Fantasy-Flyer