Disclaimer: I don't own LOZ, Redwall, Magic Knight Rayearth I & II, Ruroni Kenshin, LOTR, The Wizard of Oz, Protector of the Small, Avalon, or Tokyo Mew Mew. Or anything else that you crazy people can find some sort ofparallel, character,line, or anything else from.

Okay, I'll just get y'all up to speed in my last episode. Lorelei, who just had another nightmare about Orielle, goes to the ruined watchtower of Amon Anor to get some peace and gather her thoughts. Link followed her to the ruin, where they were attacked by strange catlike creatures. Ganon appeared with a Dodongo (sp.?) and Wolfos in an attempt to kill them, which was luckily thwarted by Lorelei, who tried to knock him off the tower's high mesa-like foundation. She did not succeed and was stabbed. She healed, but will carry the scar forever.

Two years later.

"I'll bet you can't wait, the whole summer with absolutely no lessons, commands, or punishment work. I know I'm totally ready for a break!" Lorelei of Castle City, or Lor, as she was called by friends, strode carefully into Link's room, stepping over clothes, bags, shoes, and other things that littered the floor. Her strange pink eyes had a misleadingly docile gaze, and her knee length blonde hair was pulled back into a wrapped ponytail. She was dressed in the traditional pages' uniform, white shirt and pants under a blue sleeveless tunic, and brown boots.

Link was sitting on the bed, which was pushed into one corner. His hair was blonde, like Lorelei's, but his eyes were a deep shade of blue, though they had a red tinge in them, a sign of warrior blood that, when provoked, could suddenly arise within the boy and transform him into a berserker. He, too, was wearing a pages' uniform. He and Lor had both ended their third year as pages, having come a great deal from the untested, inexperienced children that had braved a battle together on a hilltop two years ago.

The bed had a washstand next to it and a wardrobe on the other side. His desk (really a table with drawers), littered with blank parchment, old letters, and book pages that managed to escape their bindings, was next to the door to the courtyard. There was a window with four shutters, two small ones on top and two large ones on the bottom, that was above a small clothes-horse and collapsible wooden chair, which belonged at the desk. (This was the basic arrangement of all the pages' bedrooms.)

Lor tried to kick something out of the way that somewhat resembled a tiny purple splotch of mold, until it attacked her shoe. Probably some of the pudding I liberated from the kitchens last year, Link thought, laughing softly as she squealed and stomped on it furiously.

"Yep. No more weight harnesses, either." From their second year on, pages had to wear weights on leather harnesses everywhere they went, to get them so they could wear plate armor. Every couple of weeks, more weights would be added, and at the end of their fourth year, they would be wearing the weight equivalent of a full suit of armor. Link found it just as hard to imagine his friend Lor in a suit of armor as Lor found it hard to even lift the harness as it was now. He could tell instantly that she would get into a lot of fights with whoever became her knight-master for her squire years over the amount of armor actually appropriate for her fighting style. No doubt she would refuse to wear more than a small breastplate and perhaps one paldron, or shoulder guard.

"I got you something. Now, where did I leave it?" He dug through the items on the floor, checked under the bed (which was even worse) and narrowly escaped the closet (everything came crashing down on him) before remembering that it was behind the dresser (not that he could see it, there were things hiding that as well). He pulled out a sword, similarly decorated to his own, which had been stolen from the armory during their first year as pages. It was slightly different, though. The sword was longer and much thinner, similar to an epee, and it had a black wire hilt instead of a silver one. The stone on the pommel was an uncut diamond. Its crosstree had another diamond on each side.

"Why did you… Did you steal from the armory!"

"It's not stealing. It's borrowing without permission," Link cried, throwing his hands up in defense, "And besides, they've got enough weapons in there to equip every page, squire, and knight from here to Zar'oc twice, with some left over. It's not like they take inventory or anything." He grinned crookedly.

"One of these days, you're going to get caught, and I'm going to have to bail you out," Lor warned, smiling.

"If I do, I'll let you stand there and say 'I told you so' over and over."

"Deal." Lor took the sword and put it on her belt.

"And, I kind of have a favor to ask. You know how I normally go home for the summer, but with the situation, you know, up there, and dad going to fight that thing," Link motioned towards the sky. Lor nodded.

Above the gigantic dome that covered the landlocked, green fields and rolling hills of the below-world was the oceanic above-world, covered in islands and floating cities. The problem was the crazy blizzard raging above that made sea travel dangerous. A creature that rested at the center of the storm was causing it, but presently, all the knights that could be spared were trying to get to it, so it wouldn't be long before it went away. The problem was nobody knew where any floating cities were anymore, which made it hard to pinpoint portal locations.
Lor sighed. "Well, there's nothing that goes on in the summer, really. It's pretty boring. Just talks and stuff, and you don't get much of a chance to explore because all the nobles are here and discussing politics in every interesting room that doesn't need a key. And the knights don't want you in their way because they're observing the graduated fourth-years to pick squires. And don't even get me started about the Midsummer Festival. Well, you know what I think of royal parties."

Link knew all too well what Lor thought. As a rule, Lor absolutely loathed royal parties and avoided them like the plague, so even though it was the one time in the summer that he could see his friend, he never saw her until the day after the party. Same went with Midwinter, too. She always made some excuse to hide in her room until each evening's party was over, even though pages and squires didn't exactly enjoy the festivities, as they were busy serving the nobles.

But, then again, Midsummer and Midwinter were both the only times when he, or anybody else, besides the King, Queen, and Crown Princess Zelda, could see the other, mysterious princess, who was so shy that she only came out for Midsummer and Midwinter on royal orders, and reluctantly at that. Unlike Princess Zelda, who made it a point to talk to everybody at least once during the party so nobody would be left out, nobody even knew the other princess's name, or even what she looked like up close.

There was a knock at the door, even though it was still open. A cute girl of about twelve, same as Link, had one fist on the door, as she had been the one knocking. She had golden-blonde hair that reached to around her mid-back, braided into a little crown of hair at the top, ice-blue eyes with just a hint of deeper color, and she wore an expensive but simple pale pink dress with accents of powder blue and gold. On her head was a circlet of gold with three pink jewels, and upon her clothing were both the insignia of the Royal Family and a Triforce, the symbol of Hyrule and the subject of a very well-known legend.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?" Princess Zelda asked, smiling. Link and Lor bowed at the same time.

"Of course not, Your Highness," Link replied, looking up. Lor did the same.

"Link, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Zelda?" she asked, "You've been no fun at all for the past three years. You didn't call me 'Your Highness' back then."

"Well, I was a little kid back then," Link replied.

"You're still a kid," Zelda corrected. They both laughed. Link and Zelda had been friends since they were five years old. They had met when Link's father had taken him to the castle for the first time, for the Midsummer's party. Zelda had once again eluded her guards and escaped into the back lawn, where she managed to get her skirt caught in a rose bush. She cried there for almost an hour, unable to free herself but unwilling to call for help and relinquish her freedom either. Link just happened to hear her and help her get loose, and they had been close friends ever since. Even now, Zelda shared secrets with Link that she wouldn't even tell her parents.

"So, what do you need?" Link asked.

"Um… well, uh…" Zelda glanced over at Lor. "Hello, I don't believe we've met."

"Lorelei of Castle City, Your Highness," Lor said, bowing again. She seemed a bit confused.

"Don't worry, you can trust Lorelei," Link said, "She's better at keeping secrets than anyone I know!"

"Well… I lost my necklace. The one shaped like a Triforce. Mom gave it to me and it's really important, but I have something to do and…"

"Zelda, calm down," Link said, "We'll find it."

"Okay, I think I dropped it in the main street. It's got a charm on it so only those who know about it can see it. So, um, thanks."

"You're welcome." Zelda turned to leave, then stopped.

"Oh, and Link?"

"Yeah?"

"Umm, never mind," Zelda said, glancing at Lor, "I'll tell you at Midsummer's."

"O-okay," Link said, confused, as he watched Zelda walk away. What was so important that Zelda couldn't even say it in front of Lor?

"Guess we'd better find that necklace," Lor sighed, walking out of the door. They were soon in the main street.

Funny, Link thought, there's no one here. The street was deserted. The sky was covered in clouds and the air was heavy with moisture. Everyone had gone home, expecting a bad storm.

There was the necklace, lying in the middle of the street. Lor walked forward, picked it up, and put it in her pocket. Almost as soon as she did, a jagged streak of lightning lit up the sky, which had grown dark since that morning. The air seemed to grow still, and everything went silent. And then, in the midst of a sudden downpour, silhouetted by the flashes of lightning, nine monkey-shaped monsters with wings emerged from three paths, cackling wickedly as they approached their prey.

"Lookie, m' buckoes! Lunch!"

"Thanks fo' pointin' 'em out, matey! I'm starvin'!"

The others merely nodded in agreement, and doubled their speed. Link drew his weapon with his left hand and they both dropped into the familiar fighting stance that they learned as first-year pages. Lor drew her blade and waited. The monsters came upon them like a wave upon a rock. Lor and Link were soon separated, fighting for their lives. Link found himself with his back against a wall.

Lor stabbed through two monsters at once, then, kicking them off her sword, whirled and decapitated another, but was pulled back by one that grabbed her shirt collar. She fell to the ground beneath a writhing mass of monsters. Link felt teeth meet in his shoulder. The screamed in as much rage as in pain and became blinded by the berserker blood that ran strong in the men in his family. He fought his way back to the center where Lor was because that was where all the monsters were, too.

The rain began to pour harder. Then it began to hail. Link was roused from his berserk state and found himself facing Lor, spattered in monster blood (and quite a bit of her own), which had eaten holes through her clothes (her tunic and shirt were now sleeveless) and given her burns, a look of grim determination on her face. He gasped as she flicked out her epee at him and… cut the arm off a demon. He slit the throat of another that had taken flight and was ripping at Lor's hair. There were too many to hold off, and the fighters were being driven backwards into an alley. The pages turned and ran for it.

They took a left, a right, left again, another left, and a right, and continued taking random turns in an attempt to shake the monsters off their trail. They rounded another corner, and straight into a long alleyway with a fence in the middle. As they waited in the shadows, hundreds of monsters flew by with shouts of, "This way, over here," and "I saw 'em, they went that way,"

"Now we just have to get out of here," Link said, feeling across the wall for a secret doorway, anything to let them out, as the shouts of the monsters just stopped, "but it's pretty much a solid wall." He stopped at the other side, having found nothing but splinters.

"Hah! Like that's going to stop me!" Lor glanced at the wall, as if to reassure herself, then disappeared.

Link stood aghast, watching as she ran up with a large pole that had been used to hold up a shop canvas.

"I'll just jump over it!"

"Are you sure you can do that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Without skipping a beat, she vaulted herself high over the fence. Link cringed with each crash that resounded from the other side as she fell upon some wooden crates left by a shopkeeper.

"I'm okay!" came a call a couple of minutes later, "I meant to do that!"

"You just woke up every monster from here to the west gate!" Link screamed at her, "They'll be here any second!"

As if to emphasize Link's words, three arguing monkey-birds sped into the alley, half chasing Link, half killing each other.

"I've got it!" A rope flopped over the side of the fence. "Climb up! Hurry!"

Link jumped for the rope, catching the end of it and scrabbling up the side.

Halfway over the top, Link was bombarded by dark energy orbs, thrown by the monkeys who had now taken to the skies. Lor had grabbed his arm and was trying to lift him over. He pushed her away. There was no escape, and he preferred to fight, anyway. Lor lost her footing and fell to the ground. She tried to get up, but a monkey grabbed her arm and pulled her into the air. She shrieked and grabbed both its wings in her hand, one foot on its back. She tugged, the creature's wings folded, and they both fell. Another plucked her out of the sky by one arm, and a third shot a dark energy orb at her. She slammed into a wall. When she dropped, demons scratched and bit her, and ripped at her clothes. It was feeding time at the zoo, and Lor was lunch.

Link felt the blood of his warrior ancestors rising within him, and the red mists of battle began to obscure his vision. Overwhelmed by his warrior's spirit, he leapt from the high fence to the stone-paved street. Slashing at the monsters, Link managed to drive them into a corner, but it was three against one, and not in his favor.

We'll help you fight this battle. The wind began to blow even harder than before, and out of nowhere, three silvery wraith-like wolves attacked the monsters, snarling, ripping, and slashing. The monsters screamed in agony and terror as they tried to flee the deadly fangs and raking claws. The battle was quickly won; with not even a bloodstain to mark anything had happened. The wolves stood around Link, and each one spoke in turn. He was rather upset that he never got a real chance at the monsters, but listened, anyway.

"Link, you are the next Hero."

"We have helped you."

"Now you must help us." The wolf-wraiths began to fade in and out, and their voices were statiky, like a bad radio.

"Stop…le……lin! He … killing…all!"

"Go………al……st Hy…" The wolves disappeared completely. Link stared up into the ceaseless rain and gray clouds, at a total loss for words. Suddenly, all this responsibility was thrown upon him. How the heck did anyone expect him to save three wolves that just disappeared right in front of him? How the heck do you save a wolf at all! And how… how did Lorelei fit into all this? DID she fit into all this? No, he thought, if she didn't belong, I wouldn't know her. Picking up his friend, he carried the dead weight through the rain-laden winds, taking the long way back to the castle. The rain splashing on her face roused her and she opened her eyes.

"Oh, hello. Did I trip?"

"No, you slammed into a wall, but that's okay, it wasn't your fault," Link said, lifting her onto her feet.

"Looks like I did get a bath today, after all," she said, staring up at the rain.

"I just want to know one thing," Link told Lor as he helped her walk, "Have you ever tried something like that, you know, vaulting over the fence, have you ever done it before?"

"Before today?" Lor asked, amused. Link nodded.

"Nope. Never tried it," she said, laughing at his expression.

Earth

"Stop? Stop what?"

"Use power? Use a power? The power?"

"Hmmm…"

That night, they sat in Link's room, pondering and contemplating the event that had been described to Lor with excruciating detail.

"Well, first things first. We have to find armor, and you find armor in the…"

"Armory!" Lor jumped up. "Link, you're a genius! Let's go right now!" She grabbed his arm and practically dragged him all the way there. Throwing open the door, she frantically began inspect every inch of the room. In her haste, she tripped over a multitude of things: Helmets, shields, random bits and pieces that they had no clue what people used for, and sharp, pointy things. Link saved her from the most painful falls, grabbing her before she landed on a spearhead sticking out from a pile of sheathed swords, or a lance that was held by a suit of armor in an alcove.

Lor thanked him, using the lance to pull herself up. The arm suddenly lowered, and the lance hit her over the head. The whole alcove slid to one side, revealing a dark passage filled with the dust of thousands of years. Ancient footprints nearly filled with dust themselves led into the darkness. People had been here before, years and years ago.

"Well, that's not suspicious," Link muttered, shivering as he was hit with the cold, stale air. His friend rubbed her head and popped up somewhere else.

Lor returned with two identically shaped shields. The only difference was the paint job. His was very old and painted blue, red, and white, which had faded from a really dark color to one that resembled the cornflowers that grew in the nearby fields. Hers was once dark purple and black, but now was a soft lavender and gray color. Slowly, with Link leading the way, they entered the catacombs (for that is what they were).

Eventually, they reached a large chamber. It had several torches on the walls, which had stone coffins lying in a circle with carved images of great warriors, so realistic they looked like actual people sleeping on the top of the coffin. They were all similar, yet each unique in some way, with only two things alike: their clothing and their sword. Each one had a Triforce symbol carved into the stone. To Link, it was warm and inviting, and a friendly, strengthening presence hung over the room. Lor, pale as a ghost, looked right past him with widened eyes.

"Link… that mirror…" Link turned his head to look at it.

Instead of showing two children, in the mirror was an image of two young adults, one, a man, tall and strong, with blonde hair, blue eyes, in a white shirt and pants and a simple green tunic and cap, brown ranger's boots, leather gauntlets, a brown leather belt around his waist, and a leather shoulder strap that held a brilliant and lethal sword at his back, leaning towards the left, behind that was a longbow of yew and quiver of goose-fletched arrows made from ash, and a flat-topped shield.

The other was a woman, with long, black hair contrasting death-pale skin, the pupils of her blood red eyes mere slits like a cat's. She had a threadbare and ripped black shirt, with a low neckline and what were once long, loose sleeves, slashed and torn to dangle over bare shoulders, an equally ragged sarong that had been hacked at so much that it could have passed as a badly-made hula skirt, black leather fingerless gloves that stretched halfway up her upper arms, and thigh-high black leather boots. She had less weaponry than the man: a black leather belt edged in silver hung at an angle about her waist, thrust in it was a long, thin, battle-worn yet well-cared-for rapier with a dark red jewel pulsing in the pommel. But what caught Link's eye the most was her sleek black cat ears and her cat's tail, which twitched back and forth. The two figures were staring back at them from the other side of the mirror, as if the pages were the images in the mirror.

"Link, who are they?" Lor said, half fascinated and half scared to death.

"I don't know, dead people, I guess," a strangely cheery voice called from behind. Lor jumped. Link wasn't surprised, however. He knew Zelda would turn up eventually. She always did as a result of her nosy and inquisitive nature. Had she not been born royalty, she might have made a good spy.

"Your Highness! You scared me!" Lor gasped, one hand on her chest to still her pounding heart. Link wasn't exactly sure, but he thought he just saw Lor glare at Zelda!

"Uh, do you know where this is?" Link asked, trying to dispel any misgivings towards his friend as he gestured towards the circle of sarcophaguses.

"The burial place of all the great warriors from centuries past," Zelda replied, running her hands over ancient hieroglyphs and runes- the languages of old. "I can read a little of it, but not very much. I'm sure it tells of the deeds of the warriors. It's a really big honor for a knight to be buried inside the castle. They must have done something really special."

"Oh."

"Um, I'm not sure about Your Highness or Link, but, if you don't mind, I'd like to leave. Anyplace with corpses gives me the creeps," Lor said, visibly shivering now, even though it wasn't all that cold. Zelda nodded, and Lor practically bolted for the door as though a ghost was after her.

"I think our friend can feel the presence of dead spirits," Zelda murmured to Link.

"How can you tell?" Link asked quietly.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Zelda replied, moving ahead of Link and out the door herself. Link stood there for a little bit, confused. It was probably just coincidence, but he had heard the same line from two different people who had never met before now, all in one day. Shaking his head, he left through the hallway and pulled the door to the burial chamber closed, sealing in the crypt and the strange mirror.

Earth

"Pasco?"

"Hey, Link, like, what's in the sky?" Pasco turned around in his desk seat, a charcoal stick in one hand. He was another classmate of Link and Lor, with silver hair cut short and spiked. His eyes were a dark orange color, and his face a perpetual smile. He, too wore a pages' uniform. Pasco was laid back and didn't anger easily, though he always had a crush on some girl or other and moaned about them for hours after they passed, which was particularly annoying if that girl happened to be seen around the castle often. Of all the pages, Pasco was the smartest and the most studious, not to mention that he was the one to go to if you wanted information on anything non-school-related, too.

"Does Princess Zelda see ghosts?"

"Ahh, beautiful Zelda, Jewel of the North," sighed Pasco, sluming over in his seat, then sitting up and adding brightly, "Yep, she sees 'em. Like, the entire Royal Family sees ghosts. Well, except for that Mystery Princess, of course. Seriously, Link, I thought everyone knew that! Where have you been since, like, forever?"

"Under a rock, apparently," Link replied.

"Oh, did you hear? They say that ice monster in the storm has dove under the sea to escape the knights, and the whole ocean's, like, frozen solid! What's more, the weather mages are predicting some serious consequences from it, unless the water can be melted somehow. I'm personally more worried for the knights chasing it, and for us. I mean, what if the monster cracks the dome? We'll, like, all drown. What they need is something like Din's Fire to melt all that ice, and Nayru's Love to get down there, because of, like, water pressure and all that. Not to mention that people can't breathe underwater… except Zoras, of course, but they're kinda extinct."

"Din's Fire? Nayru's Love? What are those, and why are they named after goddesses?" Link asked, totally lost. Pasco often went totally off-topic, discussing stuff nobody had ever heard about.

"Din's Fire, Farore's Wind, Nayru's Love. Three really powerful ancient artifacts that have been lost for centuries! I came across a book in the library that was talking about them. It was really old and the pages were all yellow and stuff, and it was handwritten! I mean, didn't they have printing presses back then? You might want to read it, Link. It had lots of stuff about weapons and magic and all that, maybe you'll like it."

"Uhh, thanks, Pasco, but I have to go," Link said quickly, backing out of the door and running down the hall before Pasco could begin another of his long ramblings.

"No prob, Link! If you ever need homework help, feel free to ask!"

Charater profile

Name: Link

Gender: Male

Hair Color: Blond

Eye Color: Blue

Profession: Page, monster hunter

Hobby: Hanging out with friends, solving mysteries

Special Abilities: Makes friends easily (can that be considered a special ability?) Can manipulate stone at a later point. Can tell that someone's evil by just a glace.

Strengths: Courage, strength, loyalty to his friends, after a certain point in battle, he blocks out all perception of pain.

Weaknesses: Is slowed down by heavy equipment, reckless, is afraid of failing to save his friends

Element Designation: Earth

Palidin: Cloud

Notes: Can't stand seeing his friends hurt, even if he knows it's a trap, he'll still try to save a friend.

Extra

Hyrule Kindergarten!

It's a beautiful day. The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and everybody's happy. And our heroes, as kindergarteners, are playing a friendly game of "hide and don't peek" at Hyrule Kindergarten.

"You can't see me, I'm insibible!" Lorelei cried, covering her eyes and sitting down on the grass.

"Uh, Lor, we can."

"You can?" Lor sniffed and watched them with big, shiny eyes. Her lower lip trembled perilously.

"Only a little," Link said quickly.

"I've got a great idea! Let's all play hide and don't peek with the grownups!" Lor skipped towards the school building.

"Lor, I don't think the grownups like to play hide and don't peek," said Zelda, "They play grown-up games, like horse riding and store and house."

"And bills!"

"And Parcheesy!

"And job!"

"Let's play grown-up games, too!"

"We can't play, we're not grown-ups." They sat down and sighed. After a while, Zelda ventured a statement.

"But we can pretend that we're grown-ups, and pretend to play grown-up games."

"Yay! Let's pretend to be grown-ups!"

"Oh, kids! Snack time!"

"Yeehaw! Snacks!"

"Bust a move, it's snack time!" Zelda and Lor took off running for the school.

"Wait for me!" Link started to run, too, but stopped. Something flashed in the tree.

"Who's there?" he asked. The only response was the sigh of the wind.

"Oh, well." The tree could wait until after snack time.

"Snack time, huh?" Ganondorf, the meanie first-grade bully, watched Link run after his friends.

"We'll show those goodie-goodies who's the boss of the playground, won't we, Orielle?"

Orielle, the meanie kindergarten bully, nodded her agreement, cat ears flicking back and forth eagerly. Then she disappeared to go do the one thing she did best: steal snacks.

"WAAAAAAAAH!" Ganondorf heard the sound that was music to his ears: those wimpy kindergarteners crying. Orielle appeared in the tree. She dropped the bag to him.

"STRAWBERRY CAKE! I HATE STRAWBERRY CAKE! You take it." Ganondorf angrily threw the bag back to Orielle, who took a cake and ate it. "Why can't you find something yummy, like brownies or frosted cookies or something?"

Chew, chew.

"You're so dumb."

Chew, chew.

"DARNIT! Why don't you ever talk!"

Chew, chew.

"I give up. You must be retarded or something. Why did I have to have you as a sister, anyway?"

Smile. Chew, chew.

"Link, a black shadow stole the strawberry cakes!" Link, Lor, and Zelda looked around at all the crying kindergarteners.

"Zelda, what day is today?"

"Fixyday, why?"

"Orielle stole the snacks!"

"But she only stole snacks on Toogledoogle and Bootsdee!"

"Kids, recess!"

"Oh, boy! Recess!" They ran back outside. The sandbox was crowded, so they played at the jungle gym.

"Woo! Look at me, I'm a monkey!" Zelda climbed all the way to the top.

"And I'm a fish!" Lor climbed up next to her.

"That's silly, fish can't climb, they swim!"

"So? I'm just a baby, I don't know better."

"And I'm a squirrel!"

"What a great… Waaah!" Zelda fell off the jungle gym.

"Hahahaha! I'm the meanie first-grader, Ganondorf! I'll not rest until every one of you cries!" He appeared in the middle of the sandbox.

"Oh, no! It's Ganondorf, the first-grade bully!"

"You big meanie," Link stepped out of the throng of kindergarteners huddling in terror, "Enough is enough! We've had it with you stealing our snacks!"

"Ooh, ooh! My turn, my turn!" Lor ran out at him. Ganondorf threw a rubber ball at her.

"Woopie! A ball!" She ran after it and was lost behind a bush.

"Hahaha! Cry, wimps! Cry!"

Link was really mad now. He walked right up to that big bully and looked him in the eye.

"Give us back our snacks, you meanie, or I'll tell on you!" Ganondorf scoffed at him.

"'Give us back our snacks or I'll tell on you.' Too bad, geek, I don't have them."

"You ate them all? Every last one?" Lor stared incredulously at him, the rubber ball in her hand.

"No way! I hate strawberries! Orielle's got them."

"Not Orielle, the meanie kindergarten bully! Doesn't she hate strawberries, too?"

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Ganondorf waved his hand towards the gothic-looking kindergartener slowly approaching.

They all watched as Orielle walked up, eating a strawberry cake and reading a book of dark poetry. Everyone stared as she finished off the cake and sat down to make a castle in the sandbox. Pat, pat, pat.

"You idiot, aren't you going to fight for that cake!" Ganondorf shouted at her, completely frustrated. Orielle just glared at him and went back to the sand castle. Pat, pat, pat.

"Okay, Link, I'll fight you myself!" The meanie was about to run at the kindergartener, when, splat, he was hit with a sand ball from behind.

"Orielle, don't do that! Can't you see I'm bullying someone right now?"

Orielle gave him a look of perfect innocence and continued to build her sand castle. Pat, pat, pat. Ganondorf tried to attack again. Splat. Lor cracked up.

"I said don't do that! Do you want to make me angry?" Splat. A sand ball hit him right in the face.

"Oh, boy! A sandfight! I wanna play, too!" Another kindergartener started throwing sand balls willy-nilly, hitting everyone and everything. Soon, most all of the kindergarteners were throwing sand balls at each other, laughing and squealing happily. Ganondorf took this time to slip away unnoticed. Orielle nimbly climbed a tree and tried to get the sand out of her hair and fur, her ears flat against her head and her tail tip flicking agitatedly.

Later that day, the three friends were walking home, laughing joyfully.

"That was the most fun I've had in a gazillion years!" cried Link, still shaking sand from his cap, but grinning gleefully.

"I hope we get our snacks stolen again tomorrow, so we can have another sand fight!" Lor said, bouncing her new ball.

"NO!" Link and Zelda both shouted. So ends another great day at Hyrule kindergarten.

Wait… whatever happened to telling on the meanie bullies?

You could kind of tell I was on a Stargate/Avalon vibe there, right? I mean, with portals and stargates and things like that. I'll get y'all up to date with what's going on in the real world.

Current Manga: Tsubasa

Current book series: Pendragon

Just finished: Five Ancestors: Tiger

Current vibes for fanfics of other genres: None of any importance.

Tee hee! So, what did you think, or loyal readers of mine? I really would like an answer, even if it is only from you, Fax. Please R&R!

Thanks for the review, Zeldaisthebest!

To Fax: WRITE SOMETHING, FOR GOODNESS' SAKE, OR I'LL CALL YOU FATTY LUMPKIN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! YES, THAT WAS A THREAT!

KENDANSA GO BOOM!