Wishing on Dead Stars

We're back by seemingly popular demand

Okay...so I'm lying like a little girl but you like us!

Okay...so you lie...

Loser.

No chibis for you!

Anyvayz....Alphonse is coming in this chapter!

We all loves him.

And he hates ignorant rich people and anything undead (including ghosts)

And maybe Joseki will make an appearance

But Alphonse and Betrair will enter.

PH34R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Wishing on Dead Stars

Alphonse and the Mayor Betrair

And the earth and the sky

They all fit together

And carry me away as light as a feather

Chase the clouds from the ground

To a midnight sky

Will never watch it all sail by

So I'm gonna fly

"Hello! This is your wake-up call!!!"

Link opened one blue elven eye to see a strange person about his age (18). This guy had short black hair and wore a long sleeved, high collared blue tunic with brown gauntlet-like gloves. He wore black leggings with knee-high brown boots. There was a sword clipped to his belt and his eyes were lively for being so grayish-black.

"Okay, okay I'm awake." Link stretched his arms and Epona stood up and shook off. Link hopped to his feet and brushed himself off.

"I got kinda worried when I just saw you sleeping there. I'm Alphonse; you're new here aren't you?" The strange person said, extending his hand.

"I'm Link, and this is Epona." Link said, shaking hands. Epona nodded in Alphonse's general direction.

"Well, you might want to go and shower before you do anything, all newcomers must meet with the mayor. I'll help you out because not only do I have nothing better to do, but I need to make sure you're not killed."

With those votes of confidence, Link showered and groomed Epona. Alphonse and his horse, Soishi (a great black draft horse) and Link and Epona started off for the town hall. Alphonse filled him in.

"The mayor, Luiois Betrair, firmly believes that the forest around us is to be burned and used for industrial purposes. The only think keeping him from doing that are the Valaha and...something else." Link could tell that Alphonse was hiding something.

"Anyways, the Valaha were never violent before Betrair took power and abused it. Hell, they were even guides and guards for us. We respected and honored them, they aided us in return. But Betrair abused their hospitality, slaughtering them any way he could. He was performing his own genocide. But Valaha never truly die, and often, we get attacks. Many die."

But before Alphonse could talk more, they had come to the town hall. After requesting entrance, they were welcomed in with a fake hospitality. Both Alphonse and Link, Soishi and Epona were all on their guard.

"Ah, Alphonse, welcome. And a newcomer as well! Welcome all."

Betrair was tall, thin, pale, and vain. He wore garments dripping with gold and pure white Valaha fur. He stared down from his throne at the two.

"What is your name newcomer, and why have you come to our peaceful city?" Batrair's voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

"My name is Link, and I have come to this town for a chance to start over." Link said firmly.

"Do you have any skills?"

"I am skilled with both a sword and bow, and I am a bit of musician." Link thought about it, he had an ocarina with him, made by Saria herself!

"Well, a musician are you? Well, entertain us sir!" Betrair was doubtful, to him, Link looked more like an oddly dressed warrior with pointy ears.

Link pulled out his ocarina and played the complete version of Zelda's Lullaby. It was a tune all too familiar, and it echoed in the ears of everyone in the room. Alphonse and Link left everyone astounded.

"That was amazing." Alphonse said.

"It's nothing special." Link said, "Watch this."

He played Epona's song, and who should come running but the blood chestnut herself. Alphonse's jaw dropped.

"Um, your tongue is collecting dust."

So throughout the day, Link and Alphonse exchanged their ideas and their background and all that other fun stuff. They had become fast friends, and Link began to think that leaving Hyrule had not been such a bad idea after all.

But the moment the sun had sank over the horizon, an alarm bell rang out.

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Joseki to emerge next!