"Well, I guess we need to start seeking out those demon chiefs or what not." Link held the scroll in his hands, reading the poorly scribbled message again. Demise may have been a Demon Lord, but damn, he couldn't write to save his life.

Cheeb piped in, "Well, we have the three of us."

Groose slowly counted to make sure Cheeb was right. "Uno… five… sieben… uh… yeah, sure, three, l-let's go with that."

"Well, we're going to need a way to find these summons where the demon chiefs are located." Link analyzed the situation in his head. "I would assume that they simply found where the pieces landed, and set up camp. We just need to find them, although that may prove difficult without some sort of guide. Although this land has been well traversed, finding eight various fragments scattered across the face of the surface is going to be like looking for a dung beetle in a shit stack."

"Well, then I guess we're going to need some sort of mystical being with the power to find things… and I know just the one."

The doors slowly creaked open, giving a somber feel as though the last time this room had been touched was an entire story ago. Lurching forward into the room, a silhouette danced across the wall, sneakily making his way to the pedestal that stood at the back. As he approached, the blade he was seeking began to glow, illuminating the room around him.

A glistening figure burst out of the sword. "Hello… what do you seek? I am the spirit that resides within the sacred sword."

"Hey, would you mind if I took this?"

"Why do you need this? What use wou- wait a second… who are you?"

"I'm… uh… Smitty… Werben Jager… uh… Man Jensen! Yes, that's who I am! I'm Smitty Werben Jager Man Jensen!" At the entrance, a loud smacking noise echoed off the hallowed walls of the temple.

"Screw off."

"But Fi… we neeeeeeeeeeeed you!"

"Groose, I already put up with your bullshit once, I'm not doing it again."

"How'd you know it was m- I mean, why would you think that I'm Groose, and not Smitty Werben Jager Man Jensen?"

"I sensed a severe lack of brain cells entering the area."

"Oh my Goddess… Mission abort!" Groose screamed, rolling down the steps of the temple.

"Groose, what's wrong?" Link called from the entrance. "Groose, did you get the sword?" Link took a step inside. "Groose!?" Cheeb, not one to let a decent reference escape the clutches of his tiny Kikwi laugh box, joined in, screaming the finishing "Groose!" and then humming the game over jingle.

Groose came plowing through the doorway, nearly plowing over Link. He had just barely sidestepped Groose. Cheeb was not so lucky.

"Okay, well that idea didn't go so well… but it did give me another idea."

"An idea?" Link gave a sarcastic response to Groose, meanwhile nursing Cheeb's minor injuries.

"It's just a couple cuts and bruises, I'm fine. Maybe a little internal bleeding, but hey, it lets you know you're alive, right?" Cheeb coughed up a tooth as he spoke, which ricocheted off a tree and embedded itself in his forehead.

"Do Kikwis even have teeth?" Link asked Cheeb.

"No."

"Okay listen," Groose interrupted Link's indecisive medical diagnosis, "we're going to need someone who can help us easily track down these Triforce Pieces. I think I know a guy… but I'm not sure he's in "good" condition."

"Who goes there!?" a shaky voice called out from among the branches. Groose and Link stood in the center of the Great Tree, fists up. Cheeb was nestled between their feet, unable to move out of sheer terror.

"Show yourself." Link calmly attempted to persuade the voice. It moved from branch to branch, leaves rustling and some falling.

"Dude, we know it's you." Groose called out.

"That's it, I'm attacking!" The assailant let loose a muffled cry, and flung himself from the trees. He flopped on the ground in front of Groose about five feet.

"Wait, you meant him!?" Link asked, stunned.

"Yeah, what about him? He can help us find what we need." Groose replied.

"Indeed… it will be… fmpdmpphh" the voice said.

"Uh, can you lift your head off the ground? What was that last part, it was kind of muffled." Link asked.

"I said… it will be… fabulous."