AN- R&R

Chapter rating: T+ (there will be some sexual references. Nothing major) (Mature themes)

Note: For any of you wondering, I update once a fortnight, or sooner if I can.

Yes, I know it's been a while since the first chapter, but It's solely due to Christmas creeping round the corner so soon. Once it is over, I will update quicker :)

Synopsis of the chapter; Zelda continues to restore her beloved Kingdom to its usual traits of prosperity whilst in another part of Hyrule, a mysterious cloaked figure is planning something terrible.

Chapter 2: Vengeance

A surge of mist billowed through the Lost woods, trailing behind the usual harmonising tune of uncertainty. Trees wallowing against the gusts of wind, gliding through at the beat of the despair. Everyone believes Ganon perished forever. Once his body decayed into the rich earth, the guardians automatically shut down leaving their metallic carcases to rot into the ground. All seemed well. Hyrule began rejoicing, whilst their Princess worked and worked with many volunteers, including the whole staff of Hyrule castle to rebuild and restore. Little by little, the fear of history repeating itself sometime in the future vanished completely and so instead of cowering away in their homes, many began to aid the Princess on her greatest challenge.

Link began his training to be a knight. At the recruitment centre in Termina where soldiers from many different regions banded together to form a team. To this very day the TRC is known as the most coherent, capable centre in all four districts or Kingdoms. In proximity to Hyrule, three other Kingdoms are in the regional zone which are: Lorule (south), Termina (east) and last of all Hytopia (north). They have for long now been allies with Hyrule, which is why if Ganon ever was ever to attack, Hyrule's primary allies would fight alongside them.

Faron woods

The cloaked figure grinned evilly, leaping with pure joy. He watched as our two lovers spent the evening laughing and chatting, sitting in the snow. Snowflakes floated down on his hood, eventually melting and seeping through to his purple strands of hair. He couldn't stay much longer, the snow thickened and the temperature dropped drastically. His eyes drooped a little, observing them was more of a chore than he first imagined but it was all worth it in the end, for he knew deep down that one day his master would return. All he was required to do was watch to spot any weaknesses they might be concealing under their masks of hope.

And so he steadied himself, crouching down on his knees to study Link and Zelda's movements. None that seemed out of the ordinary at all. Darn it. Even when he attempted to mimic a wolf's howl to see if it would send them into a frenzy of panic proved to be useless. The Princess didn't panic only Link got to his feet, but he didn't seem uneased by the sound. His face iced into a stone, emotionless grin, scanning his surroundings with complete confidence.

Darn it... thought that would work.

Link smiled at Zelda, sitting beside her once more. Although the snow was admittedly an inconvenience, any time spent with Zelda was always amazing even when the snowy chills were a little unbearable. Besides, he had faced a pig head on full throttle, so a little snow? Please.

"Are you advancing well at the TRC?" Zelda questioned the champion, leaning against the bark of the tree behind them.

Link nodded. "Yes. Just last week my ending blows increased rapidly from a three to a two."

"Wait so... a two is better than a three? How is that."

"Well, It's kind of like rankings. If you rank number one you are considered the best and stuff. So right now, I'm second best in my training group," Link explained, still gesturing his arms about absentmindedly.

"Oh, I see. So, what other skills are you mastering there, I'm assuming it is only sword skills?"

Link nodded firmly, "Yeah. Only sword skills because our leader Kazuki, believes it is the most important set of skills to master. Plus then I'll get to make sure nothing ever happens to you."

Link blushed, breathing heavily.

The figure laughed in amusement, his weakness was not in fact lack of combat ability but a particular person instead. Link's true weakness resided not inside of him, but what was right beside him. The Princess of Hyrule. The figure hastily jumped to his feet, tiptoeing away from the sickening scene. Snow made it simple to scurry away without making a single sound that could alert the heroes.

After all this time, after all this waiting in the dark without a leader, his plan to resurrect Ganondorf would finally commence. Knowing the champions weakness was critical in proceeding, vigilantly through his master plans. Firstly, he had to secure his bond with each member of the "Outtribe" , then seek out the heroes weakness which would align his next step up perfectly.

The mysterious silhouette crept sneakily out of Hyrule's central area, making it his priority to skim along the very outskirts, hidden in the shadows. Through many treacherous boundaries circulated with Hylian civilians, hiking up steep, grassy hills and even crossing fields littered with Hylian soldiers. His small figure made his trek to his hideout much simpler than any normal person's journey. Tucking his purple strands into his hood, he scampered along the outskirts of the Faron grasslands until he reached the border to the Gerudo desert.

Snaking his arm into his cloth satchel, he rummaged around for a while. Feeling with the tips of his fingers, he dug out a compass shaded a bluey bronze. The hot weather struck at him fiercely as though he had just entered Death mountain. He hoped the overbearing wave of heat would surpass, but nay. It followed him like his shadow wherever he stepped, wherever he climbed, wherever he ran. He surveyed the area cautiously, even looking beyond the sand dunes in the far distance for any signs of people.

He couldn't risk being seen. How could he when he had been outlawed, put on death row years ago? It was simply too risky. Instead, he dusted the grains of sand off his compass and squinted his eyes to check his direction shown by the spinning arrow. North. Phew. The purple imp carried on, dragging his feet through the soft sands of the Gerudo desert, subsiding his loathe for the sweltering heat.

Tucking his compass into his satchel he gazed around, It wouldn't be long until he reached his destination. The Gerudo highlands. Where the weather matched his outfit. Fanning his palms against his face, the young male stopped briefly once again to scan the area in case of any intruders.

Finally, after what seemed like hours he reached the borderline to the snowy heights of the highlands, standing gloatingly over him. There was no time to waste, not when this news would elevate the hopes of his tribe. Their dream of defeating Link would finally become surreal, not just a scenario that they imagined inside their twisted minds.

UKNOWN LOCATION.

"What's takin' 'im so long Koutake!" Koume screeched, stomping up and down the living area.

"I don't know Koume, what do ya think I am, psychic?!" Koutake replied, her voice crackling.

The two old hags bickered for a few more moments, mostly about there appearance or age. For years they had been out casted after being defeated by that brat: Link. And so joining an alliance with the figure's tribe was an honour, for there was nothing sweeter than vengeance on someone who you detest. With hope that they could resurrect the demon king, surge through Hyrule with their bloody hatred, wiping out most of the civilians including Link was something only dreams could manifest.

All they could do is wait for him to return. Wait with their other tribe members until midnight if necessary for their temporary leader to show his face with a sanguine expression painted on. Once he returned, with good news their dreams would become reality. Turning Hyrule into a blood bath, use the bones of the Hylians to decorate the castle, the terrain, the whole of Hyrule.

"Ahem! I am only 568 KOUME," She hissed, shoving herself in her sisters face. "So you will listen to me!"

"Liar, liar pants on effing fire!" she snapped back, furrowing her greyed brows. "You are 569 and I am 568!" Koume squealed, stomping her skinny legs.

"Calm down grandma, you're ugly when you're mad," the ice wielder lashed out, sneering. "We are twins, so we are the exact same age you dimwit."

"GRANDMA?! You asked for it!" Koume shouted, churning a fire blast into the palm of her hand. Her eyes twinkled, the power coursed through her veins into her bloodstream. She felt as though she could conquer the world.

What a fool, she knows I can repel her attacks right? the ice witch thought to herself, not even bothering to defend herself. Besides, her twin sister was just bluffing. Koutake turned to face the other side of the room, placing herself on the chair situated near the lit fireplace. It wasn't the comfiest chair, only consisting of a spongy material which was one layer of the chair's surface area. The rest consisted of a firm wooden base, solid and scratchy.

The fire witch's ears fumed, her blood boiling. Her skin ripened to a fresh green glow, her palms sweated grossly as she firmly retained her hatred to keep her blast alight. But what good would blasting her be? Not when her reflexes would save her wrinkly ass anyhow. Koume reluctantly steered her anger away, driving her withered hand beside her to join her sister.

The seating area was nothing short of scrappy. Five miniscule seats were scavenged from a dumping pit, which were all dusty, dirty, broken or in some cases smothered with mould. It wasn't anything to complain about. This hideout was temporary meaning once they dominate Hyrule, a lavish castle would await them. No more crying themselves to sleep on the slim, cold mattresses they rested on. No more suffering silently in the bitter drought of the freezing nights, left to die in the shrouded corners of the highlands, left to fend off many unwanted visitors.

Koume sat opposite to her twin, suddenly remembering that she wasn't looking into a mirror. "Well at least I'm prettier. Make's it easier to seduce Link, don't cha think?" she sighed dreamily, winking directly at Koutake.

"Excuse me? I don't mean to push but if your hair matches your drapes, then I think I'd have a better chance at getting laid," the icy foe snarled, imagining some provocative scenes play out between her and the cladded hero in green. "Plus let me just say... U-G-L-Y you ain't got no alibi, you're ugly!" she sang disparagingly, crushing the birds eardrums, who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Are you forgetting that we are identical twins?" she laughed. "So you basically just called yourself ugly."

And so the two sister's began another session of bickering, loud enough for the whole of Hyrule to hear. As they tumbled onto the cobblestone floor, hitting each other repeatedly, the door leading into the living area cranked open. Two tall figures strutted in, folding their arms once faced with the pettiest girl fight in the history of Hyrule.

"Get up, the both of you!" Zant barked, sneering a cold glare at the bumbling buffoons. His tall complexity was enough to intimidate without the need to even speak. That deathly glare, those blacked eyes with the air starved out of them. "Honestly…"

Immediately, the twins hurried to their craggy legs. Both didn't dare to chat back to Zant, especially when he could end their lives without hesitation. They waited...silently beside one another observing the two superiors. Ghirahim: a slender figure with an incredibly magnificent physique. A demon lord, once a slave to Ganondorf himself in his early form as Demise. Many of the tribe envied him, were jealous of his luxuriously smooth, platinum blonde hair. Not to mention his set of muscular abs positioned down his stomach, creating this image of power for him to wear like a crown.

"What were you two fighting over this time?" Ghirahim said in a girly tone, twisting a strand of hair around his finger. "Oh wait let me guess! Who's prettier?"

Koutake scoffed. He wasn't exactly wrong, although the most recent argument erupted because she believed she could woo the cladded hero easier than her snot nose sister. It was true, wasn't it? There was a slightly larger possibility of her seducing him than firecracker over there.

"No!" the fire witch said bluntly. "We were fighting because frosty over here thinks she'd 'ave a better chance at getting laid with Link!" she nudged Koutake rudely.

Zant rolled his eyes, five palming his face in embarrassment. If he were to succeed in preparing these childish fools for battle, it was crucial they stop acting like a bunch of overgrown children, a bunch of retarded ninnies and compose themselves.

"Oh ladies, let's be honest," the demon lord cackled. "You both don't stand a chance. In fact, I think if anyone could seduce Link... it'd be me," he winked, brushing his hair out of his blue eyes.

Before they could answer back, offended by his impertinent behaviour, a soft knock on the door became apparent, cutting the little confrontation short. Fortunately for Zant, it meant he could flee this discommodious scene and enter one much more inviting. Ghirahim stood ashamed, keeping a close eye on the squabbling parrots whilst Zant went to answer the door.

Finally, their temporary leader would return and whisk in a breath of normality for them all. With good news hopefully. That message containing the pivotal information, which would be key in usurping the entirety of Hyrule. Leaving no stone on turf, they would roam freely, with their newly obtained power and dominate over those feeble peasants. Hurtle towards the castle, with the gleeful relief of the entire villages settled in blood.

It was simply delicious to imagine. All those fragile weaklings begging for mercy at the hands of the demon King, Ganondorf. Trampling all those who dare to oppose them, slaughtering every man, woman, child who defended that wretched princess and her courageous hero. It wouldn't be long until they would be able to revive their true leader, jog his memory and swarm the entire land with his monstrous powers.

Whatever it takes...whatever it takes to show them all...