Chapter Eleven: The Hag of the Windmill Village
With the aide of the Ocarina of Time, Roy, both Links and the baby Smashers arrived in The Windmill Village. (If you've ever played The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, then you know where I'm talking about) And, after Young Link, one found his bearings, two made disgusted faces in the general direction of Marth—who Roy refused to take—and three received several threats of bodily injury from the older two, he lead them to the house of the Potions Maker.
Upon twisting around so he could knock on the door while at the same time as holding two infants, the soggy old wood swung open and a musty dank air blew out into their faces.
"Ugh," Elder Link moaned, "I didn't remember it ever being this bad smelling."
"Nah, it was always like that." Young Link said shaking his head and proceeding cautiously into the dark little hut.
The group peered around for awhile before Young Link tilted his head back and yelled at the top of his voice,
"Hey old potions lady! Where aaaaaaaaare you?"
Silence for a moment, then a candle to the groups right flickered into life, casting long twisted shadows around the room. Behind the candle stood a hunched over old woman, hair white with age, her shapeless robe tattered.
"Ahh, it's you with the ridiculous hat." She said, smiling a crocked toothy smile at Young Link, "And you've brought friends, how nice."
"Um, Mrs. Potions Lady, I have a little problem…" Young Link began. Roy cut him off,
"A little problem! As if." He stepped forward nodding at Young Link, "This little moron here used the potion you gave him to turn half the mansion into babies!"
"That's what the potion was for." The woman nodded dully, "I don't see what the problem is."
"This is the problem!" Older Link shouted, holding out the baby smashers in his arms, and nodding at the others, "If these guys stay like this the sales of our game will go down, and down, and down until we don't sell any copies anymore and then we'll cease to exist and people like the authoress of his story who have nothing better to do with their time will have no reason to live anymore, you've gotta give us the antidote!" After this annoyingly long run-on sentence, Link drew a long deep breath, replenishing his formerly empty lungs with air.
"Yeaaa…what he said." Young Link said slowly, "So can I have the antidote? Please, please, please, pleeeeeeeeease?"
"It'll cost ya' a bundle," the woman said, "I don't work for cheap and we all know it."
"I don't care." Young Link said, "Just gimme the antidote and I'll figure out how to pay you later."
The potions lady hesitated,
"Besides, if you don't sell me the antidote, you'll be losing your best customer cuz' those two are gonna kill me if I don't get the antidote."
"Well, if you put it like that, I'll give you the antidote out of the sheer kindness in my heart and that's it."
Younger Link sighed in relief,
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you." He said.
"But on one condition…" the potions lady added, a smirk tugging at her lips as she exchanged glances with Roy and elder Link. The tone in her voice and the looks on the others faces caused Yong Link to swallow hard…
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Look. I can have annoyingly short chapters if I want to. Also, if there are any spelling mistakes, ignore them, I didn't bother to reread the chapter for errors.