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Ch. 15

Zelda panicked and shook the bars of her cell-door's window. "Don't you dare hurt him! If you do I'll kill you!" She yelled along with the din of her rattling.

"Zelda, hold on!" Someone answered.

She stopped the noise. "What?"

"I'm okay." Haeda appeared on the other side of the door. "Ganon-"

"Ganon is here?" Zelda cried.

Haeda sighed. "Just stop for a second! He tore his chains out of the wall with sheer strength and broke out of his cell. Then he ripped my handcuffs off." He explained; raising his wrists and turning them so she could see. "Now we just need to get you out."

Zelda back up a step. "How did Ganon get out if his magic was suppressed?"

"I didn't use magic. I used the strength of my own body!" The Gerudo snapped as he approached the door. "Now please step to the side." He growled.

Confused but happy to get out; the princess obeyed and stepped to the side of the door.

On the other side of the wall; Haeda kept a close eye on Ganon. He may be freeing the two, but what if it was just a ploy to lead them into his trap? He didn't exactly know what he'd do, either, since all of his weapons were locked in a storage room somewhere.

Ganon, meanwhile, rubbed his hands together and grinned. He grabbed the door by a window bar and yanked backward. It snapped off of its hinges and was cast down the hallway by the massive man. Then Ganon stepped into the cell. Zelda instinctively took a step back; but let the man tear the metal handcuffs off as if they were paper.

She wrung her wrists; grateful that they were free. "Thank you, Ganon, but why are you helping us?" she inquired.

The Gerudo walked back into the hallway and growled. "Did you not know that Vaati has taken over my fortress?" He boomed. "I want him gone; and I want you two to help me get rid of him!" He added; turning to Haeda.

The boy looked up at him. The Gerudo was at least two or three heads taller than him. "You're saying you want to team up with us? I thought you wanted us dead." He answered bravely.

Zelda winced as she imagined what would happen to Haeda. Don't give him any ideas, you dolt! She exclaimed mentally.

Ganon shifted his gaze to her, a look of interest on his face. "So, you've been communicating telepathically?" He asked smugly. That is…skillful of you. He projected snidely. Seeing that both teens were gazing at him curiously; he laughed. "Did you assume that you were the only ones who could do that?"

Zelda scowled. "We may as well get a move on and find Vaati." She stated blankly.

Hearing that, Haeda remembered what she said earlier:

"Vaati is definitely a Sorcerer of Winds. He can control any breath of it anywhere in Hyrule! And the storms he can produce… I'm afraid of what will happen to Hyrule. Ganon and Vaati will probably struggle for power over this land; reeking even more destruction than just one would make alone!"

He shivered, and said, "Yeah, we should go." He turned to the other end of the corridor where the only passage to anywhere else was. He dashed toward it, and a red flag went up in his mind. Something is wrong…I feel like I'm leaving something behind…He shook the thought off.

Zelda immediately followed suit, and Ganon steadily took the rear. The corridor was long than it let on; and it seemed to take forever to get to it. Haeda was about to storm up the staircase when Ganon put a massive hand on his shoulder. "Don't you want your precious sword?" He asked; pointing to a shadowy corner. There was a narrow door there. "That is where all the captives' things go," He explained, "If you want to have something to fight with other than your piteous fists; I suggest you go there first."

A wave of suspicion washed over Haeda, but after a moment's hesitation; he opened the door. Inside was an armory -- or at least a supply of oblong items that would be enough to make up an armory. He immediately spotted the Master Sword in its sheath. His bow and quiver had been dismissively cast beside the blade. Zelda cautiously followed him and found a blade to her liking. It was lightweight and ornate; with a golden hilt and an emerald set into the pommel. The hand guard was made of intertwining vines of golden metal. The sheath was silver with a bit of a shimmer to it. She blinked a tear away as she noted that this was her father's sword.