Link burst from the surface of the water. Itzal and Midna, both hovering above the water, spun around to face him, but he shook his head.

Midna groaned "You would think that we would at least be able to find a trace of them. I mean seriously! Water doesn't wash everything away and-"

Itzal interrupted "well we did find atrace, trace-es in fact!" He indicated a pile of objects on his black disk "Ganondorf's armor, Zelda's bow, both their swords…"

Midna glared at him "Shut up, I'm in the middle of ranting here."

"Mr. Cov- I mean Mr. Itzal? Is that you?"

They turned their heads upward, towards the large hole in the ceiling. Egon was peering over the edge.

Itzal's eyes widened "Egon?! Oh , the village found us."

Midna smacked Itzal "The kid is ten years old, don't curse in front of him!"

Itzal gaped in protest "I think the word is called for in these circumstances! And anyway, the kid won't remember!"

Egon mentally stored away for later use "Actually I'm alone."

Midna turned back to Egon "Alone?! How did you even find us?"

Egon glance over his shoulder "Well not entirely alone, this black horse came to the camp and led me here. He's kinda creepy actually, he had red eyes."

There was a whinny of protest from behind at the confusion of gender, and Link spoke up "Ganondorf's horse"

They all glanced at him and Midna raised an eyebrow "What is he (another whinny of protest) doing here?"

Link shrugged and Egon spoke up again "I think he wants to lead us somewhere."

Lilith was considering leaving them to rot by the time the had climbed up, after they had called her a he about twenty million times and Link didn't even attempt to correct them.

It had been a long time since Zelda and Ganondorf had landed in the air pocket. A very long time, all of which they had spent searching for some secret passage out of said air pocket.

Ganondorf threw up his hands in exasperation "Well we've tried you're method for a while now, but apparently we can't think ourselves out of think one. So I say we try my specialty."

Before Zelda could even begin protesting, Ganondorf aimed the back of his right hand at the wall and blasted it as hard as he could. The result was a colossal hole in the stone.

Ganondorf grin, a hint of gloating embedded in it "Hey what do you know, it worked!"

Zelda couldn't help but laugh, half out of relief that the entire place didn't collapse. They ducked into the hole, or rather through it since the wall turned out to be only about two feet thick, to the passage behind it. Zelda glanced at the newly blasted cave on the other wall, one as long as the palace courtyard.

"Ganondorf, have you ever heard of the term 'overkill'?"

Ganondorf shook his head "No such thing, you either get rid of an obstacle or you don't."

Suddenly there was a rumble above them and both the smiles dropped off their faces. The rumble sounded again, louder this time. The two hyrulians got ready to run, thinking that it was another torrent of water. The ceiling burst like an over grown zit, and they both flinched, waiting for the water. But instead of water, behind the stone was a door.

It round, very big, and made of metal. The front was engraved with hyrulian writing. It only said one word: Muerte. Apparently they had found the boss room.

Neither of them moved for a moment, and then Ganondorf reached up to try and move it. No sooner had he touched the stone then it crumbled to dust, cascading him with a shower of gray sand. Ganondorf wiped the sand out of his eyes, he grinned, despite the sting, at the sand because it was familiar. They had neither the complete triforce with them, nor the gun. It would have been better to come back later.

But though neither of the two had ever completed a dungeon before, so neither of them knew: when you open a boss's door, you always go through it. It is not the wisest decision, for it isn't a decision at all. In Link's adventures, though he didn't quite realize it, he had never opened a boss door and not gone in. It is simply impossible.

Without even thinking it odd, they both leapt into the tunnel and began to climb up. Towards Muerte. Totally unprepared.

sorry its so short, I have writers block right now