HEY PEOPLE! I'M FINALLY BACK FROM HIATUS! YAY!

But seriously, this was something that I just thought about on the weekend it was originally just going to be a one-shot, but I found a way to tie it into this story. It just opened so many different possibilities for this story to go!

Enjoy the new chapter people, and REVIEW when you are done!

To Find The Future, Find The Past

Chapter 22

The New Arrivals

Dark Link rolled out of the fire ball's path. He'd gone to the Evil Realm and back to get into this blasted cave, and he wasn't going to die as soon as he got there! He faced the Giant Dinofos, and drew an arrow. Letting loose, he only had just enough time to dodge the next fireball.

There was a horrible spluttering sound, as Dark Link's next arrow found it's mark. The arrow embedded itself in the giant lizard's neck, spilling dark red blood everywhere. Dark Link had to move quickly to avoid being fallen on. He winced as the moster flailed around and fell and hit the ground.

Ignoring the blood that poured everywhere, Dark Link climbed onto the dead monster's back. The thing was blocking off the other side of the room, where the next door was.

In the next room, it was pitch black. Dark Link stood still and closed his eyes, listening. With lightning reflexes, he backhanded the Green Bubble that had snuck up behind him. Green fire erupted from the beast, illuminating the room momentarily. It was enough for Dark Link to notice a lamp a little to the right of him. That gave him an idea.

He continued to backhand the Green Bubble, but only after the flames had gone out. He made a point not to hurt it, only aggravate it. Once he got it angry enough, he ran and stood behind the unlit torch. The stupid burning skull did not know what he was doing, so it flew directly to him, passing over the torch. Once a spark hit the torch, it ignited. The Green Bubble was not quick enough. It was incinerated by the torch.

"Funny..." Dark Link mumbelled, his voice echoing, "You'd think a fire monster would be immune to fire. Oh well, I'm not complaining."

The room was only dimly lit. Dark Link saw three more unlit torches in each corner of the room. He thought for a moment. Drawing an arrow out of his quiver, he touched it to the flame in the torch behind him. Drawing it in his bow, he aimed at the farthest torch from him. It was a hit. The torch ignited, making the room a little brighter. He repeated this action twice more, and the room was as bright as day. Dark Link got the chills noticing the human remains that littered the floor.

He quickly discovered, however, that they were not human remains. As he took a few steps forward, the skulls started to ignite, and levitate. Dark Link cursed voilently. This was just not his day.

DEEP IN THE EVIL REALM

Ganondorf laughed. He watched as Dark Link, his most loyal minion, was burnt over and over again. He could just imagine the agony that both Link and Dark Link would be suffering at that very moment. He felt no compassion. Quite the opposite, in fact. He enjoyed seeing his creatures suffer.

"Your Greatness?" A lone stalfos had timidly crept up behind him.

"Yes?" Ganondorf barked, turning sharply. The Stalfos was quivering so badly that it's bones were rattling.

"We've located the source of the spell."

"Well? Who was it?" Ganondorf demanded, the excited glint in his eyes belied his angry tone of voice. The Stalfos straightened up, and marched to the doors.

"Presenting, the Great Angahim." The Stalfos proclaimed, opening the door. In strolled the ugliest thing Ganondorf had ever seen, and that included himself. He had pasty brown, wrinkly skin, glowing green eyes, and wore a bulky green robe that was longer than he was. He probably only came up to Ganondorf's chest.

"Who are you?" Ganondorf asked, but a better question would have been 'what are you?'.

"You are Ganondorf?" Angahim eyed him, clearly unimpressed, "I expected someone with more sense. You know that your armour will not stand up against the Master Sword." Ganondorf forced himself to calm down. He wanted to build an alliance with... whatever it was... rather than start a rivalry.

"Yes, I am aware of that," Ganondorf said impishly, "All too aware, in fact. The Master Sword and I have been introduced on a few occasions." Angahim chuckled, then regianed composure of himself. He seemed to want to know why he was here.

"Angahim, I want to know who you are, and where you come from. Now." Ganondorf demanded. Angahim raised an eyebrow, but complied.

"I am a wizard from an alternate dimension." Ganondorf arched an eyebrow skeptically, but let him continue, "I attempted to take over Hyrule, but in the final battle, that sorceress, Princess Zelda," he spat out the name as if it were poison, "cast a spell that went wrong. It transported me here."

"Let me guess." Ganondorf ventured, "The warrior that wielded the Master Sword was Link?" Angahim nodded, "Alright... But that does not explain why you cast the mind-controlling spell over the Sage of Shadows."

"Ah... That's what she is, then?" He shrugged, "I feel secure when I know my surroundings, and the goings-on. She was my vessel to see into the castle." Ganondorf nodded.

"Well, would you be interested in..." Ganondorf and Angahim conspired in a few hours, until they came to an agreement. Angahim would help Ganondorf conquer this Hyrule, and in return, Ganondorf would help Angahim get back to his own Hyrule, and conquer it.

IN HYRULE FIELD

Sir Link and Princess Zelda both woke up at the same time. Sitting up, they shook their heads and looked around them. They were in an unfamiliar place, and were both on high alert.

"Where are we, Link?" Zelda asked, her light brown eyes open wide at such a peaceful place. Pulling on her braid, her light brown hair tumbelled in waves down her back, reaching her hips. Shaking it out, she saw grass fly everywhere out of the corner on her eye.

"I don't know, Zel." Link was just as wide eyed as her. The deep brown pools took in everything around him. His dark brown hair was falling over his eyes, and he tucked it back underneath his cap. He surveyed their surroundings nervously, magic dancing on the blade of the unsheathed Master Sword in his hands.

In the distance, they could hear horses. They were a fair way off, but they were approaching at a rapid pace. Both of them stood up, and surveyed the horizon for a horse. In the distance, approaching from the direction of the castle, they spotted a miniature army of about twenty or thirty men. Within minutes, they were surrounded, with spears pointing at them from all directions.

Link was disarmed, and they were herded into a small armoured carriage, and within a few seconds, felt themselves moving. Never a word was said. Zelda looked at Link in confusion. He looked as if he were planning an escape. Zelda knew, however, that such an attempt would be suicide.

"Link." She warned, "Let's just go where they want to take us. Maybe we can find out where we are." Link, not liking the situation at all, trusted her judgement. She wasn't often wrong.

Sitting back as comfortably as they could, they waited out the ride as comfortably as possible, considering their accomodation. Eventually, they came to a halt in front of the castle gates. They carriage door was jerked open, and they were roughly pulled out and bound.

The men that had bound them dragged them through the courtyard, and around to the side of the castle. Opening a door, they pushed Zelda into a dark room, to be dragged off by more men. This reminded her of being kept in the dungoens by Angahim back home, except she was not as afraid this time.

The cell where she was left in seemed as if it hadn't been used in centuries. Zelda was on one side of the dungeons, and Link wasn't even in the same dungeon. She'd seen the men dump him in a pit somewhere outside. She wasn't too envious at the moment, when she noticed that the cell where she was was not too bad. And above ground.

Feather matresses and blankets were dumped in the cell in a few minutes time, and it was clear that Zelda would be responsible for putting together her own bedding. She set about the task, but she was not going well. She could hear the guards laughing at her from outside. Zelda gritted her teeth, and did it to the best of her ability.

MAXIMUM SECURITY DUNGEONS

Link was tossed into a pit. He was literally thrown in. He'd tried to struggle with the guards, but there were too many of them. They'd dragged Zelda off to the Goddesses only knew where, to do the Goddesses only knew what. He worried himself into a sort of stupor. His mind began the planning to get out of here. It didn't seem as if he was going to be realeased anytime soon. The guards hadn't spoken to him at all, even out in the field where he and Zelda had been arrested. He still didn't know what he had been charged with.

PRINCESS'S CHANBERS (the blonde Zelda)

Zelda sighed, and began to read the summons sent by the dungeon guards. They wanted her down in the minimum security dungeon to check out a new prisioner, and then to the maximim, to check out another. Probably to sentence another bread-stealer. She was in no mood, so she sent another letter back, saying that it was too late, and that she'd come down tomorrow. It was, indeed, well into the night by now. And she was worried about Link. He'd been coming up with bruises and burns since early that morning. Dam that Dark Link!

Blowing out the candle, Zelda slowly walked to her bed, and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. It was that night that she dreamed.

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