IV. Party Till You're Kidnapped

"So let me get this straight," said Zelda, unpacking her clothes and laying them on the bed in her new room at the Delta house. All her shirts were pink, with purple trim, or vice versa. "This chapter, of a sorority, which is full of college girls instead of knights or magicians, and which is NOT in Hyrule in any way... was formed to protect the Triforce?"

"That's about it," Mina said.

"Want to see it? We've got it in a box in the upstairs lounge," Jennifer added.

"Our mothers, and their mothers before them, and back to the founding of the University, have been charged with the protection of the Light Force," Alyson said proudly. "I personally am the Priestess of Farore, Goddess of Wisdom. And the chair of the Social Committee."

"No, Nayru's the Goddess of Wisdom, Farore's the Goddess of Courage," Mina argued. "And you'd better get to work on planning that party with the Gammas, it's supposed to be in two weeks!"

"Well, anyway, I'm the priestess of Din, she's the Goddess of Strength, and you didn't happen to bring the Hero with you when you came here?" Jennifer said. "Only I think that now that you're here, you're probably gonna get kidnapped."

Zelda sighed. Being the Princess of Hyrule, the Sage of Light and rightful wielder of the Triforce had its drawbacks. "Great. I come here to have a normal life, and here's the Triforce again and I'm gonna get kidnapped." She hung up a few more outfits. "Again."

"Well, if it's any help, there aren't any evil sorcerers around that we know of," Alyson said.

"That does make me feel a little better," Zelda said. "What's this about a party?"

"Alpha Beta Gamma Pajamarama!" the girls chorused.

"You'll love it," Mina said. "We'll put you on advertising duty. They DID have construction paper and markers at that castle you grew up in, right?"

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Meanwhile...

Steve Carmody cringed. Normally nothing could make the soccer star flinch, much less cringe... but there was just something about the guy's NOSE. The way it was so... prominent. And sharp. It was blocking part of the weak sunlight that was able to get through the blinds, making the dark room even darker. And his voice...

"You WILL report to me the elven boy's every movement in that dormitory," the man behind the desk said, his voice deep, lazy, and... ominous. Steve didn't use big words often, but "ominous" was just about the only way to go with the Dean's voice. "And outside the dormitory, I have my own arrangements... but if you see anything, ANYTHING of interest, I must know immediately."

"Yes, sir," Steve said nervously. When he'd signed up for work-study as the Dean's assistant, he hadn't expected to end up as a spy for evil. "What about the Princess?"

"I already have my sources regarding the Princess," the Dean said, and smiled a snakelike smile. "She will be in my clutches soon. Now run along, boy."

Oh crap, he said "clutches," Steve thought. The guy's a madman. I REALLY wish I'd taken the job at the cafeteria instead.

What he said was "Yes, sir," and turned and practically ran out the door, heading back to his nice, safe, non-ominous room at Delaney Hall.

In the dim light, Dean Ganondorf grinned. Getting the Triforce was going to be just too easy this time.