Hmm, would this be chapter 3 or 2. After all, the 'first' chapter was a prologue.... hmm, I'd say two

I am sincerely sorry I didn't make a week. Something came up.. Eh, at least I'm posting.

Chapter 2: Zeldanians

Ganon stared into the awed crowd as the rebels charged in. Among the many faces were those of anger and outrage, those of confusion and stupor, and even those of amusement. The Dark Lord knew that they would come. After all, how could he not know?

Link was more or less amongst the shocked ones, not entirely sure where the rebels had come from. They had just opened the door, and came in, wearing shining armor, and swinging around weapons madly.

Ganondorf's personal guard rose immediately, and drew their weapons. They each carried scimitars and falchions, similar to those that the Gerudo thieves had used long ago. The weapons were in fine condition, recently polished and sharpened.

The rebels, or, at least, those not mounted, rushed to attack the guards, clashing steel with steel. The guards were professionally trained, and were more skilled with the blade, but the rebels seemed more ruthless in their fighting, like a brawler. Link saw one rebel almost get his arm chopped off, but before so, the man spun, whacking the guard in the face with his gauntlet. It was odd to see such a spectacle, especially for Link, because he had never seen people use swords, except for sport.

It was a sight to behold, many of the audience thought. A show of strength, of courage, at least for the guards, but to the slaves, they saw a shining hope. If the rebels had come, did that not mean they were to be liberated? Link didn't think of that though, instead just hoping that none of the civilians were hurt. After all, that would be such unnecessary bloodshed. He also saw that there were several men on horses, looking about the crowds, as if searching. He looked over to Ganon, now, standing.

The king had decided not to enter the fray just yet, wanting his guests to be entertained for a bit more. He grinned at then, standing there with his arms crossed, wearing a smug look of satisfaction. He had promised his guests a night of enjoyment, and here it was.

One guard blocked a rebel's axe, using his twin falchions to grapple the weapon, and toss it aside, before kicking the rebel.

Link looked left to right, seeing all of the fights. He didn't even notice one of the men one horses stopping near him, pointing a shortsword at the crowd and calling out, "Found one, boss!"

Another man came running toward the horseman, yelling orders to the other rebels, before stopping and asking him where. The horseman pointed to Link, who was still oblivious to them. The boss pushed his way through the crowd, who wouldn't dare stop the man, who was armed with a rapier at his side. He stopped at Link, who seemed surprised to see the man even looking at him. "What's your name, kid?"

Link was hesitant, unsure whether or not he should answer. The man repeated himself. "What's your name?"

"...Link." He answered, still hesitant.

"Link," The man repeated, before saying, "It's your lucky day, Link. You're being emancipated. Now," The man grabbed Link's wrist, pulling him out from the crowd, then beckoning another man from the fighting A large and round man, bearing a large war hammer. The man had just smacked a guard down to the ground, killing him instantly.

"Yeh, boss?" the man asked, looking over his shoulder in case of another attack.

"We got another one. Get 'im outta here as quick as ya can," The boss ordered, unsheathing his rapier. "I have a king to slay."

The large man proceeded to pick Link up, throwing the youth over his shoulder. The teenage slave had no idea what was happening now, somehow going from a dance, to being picked up by a large fellow, who probably didn't know what a bath was!

Ganon looked as the leader of the rebels charge him, wielding nothing but a rapier! That man must have lost his mind, the king thought, knowing that little weapon would never be able to surpass his. Ganon put his right hand in front of him, a dark, swirling mass of dark energy forming, soon molding into a large blade of dark colors. It had a skull shape on its hilt, and was longer than most bastard swords. He held it one-handed, ready to swing when the man was near enough.

As the rebel leader charged Ganon, he ducked his head down low, then spun around as he jumped, trying to catch the king of guard, but to no avail. Ganon had his sword up, blocking the rapier. He then went on to bring his sword down, along with his enemy's, then used his left leg to kick the sword, snapping the thin metal in half. "You expect such trite tactics to affect me? You insult me!" He yelped, as He brought his left hand up, balled in a fist. He, then, punched the man directly in the middle of the chest, knocking the man back several feet. The rebel skidded on the floor, spinning and flipping, until he stopped.

The rebel leader struggled to get up, clenching his eyes tight as searing pain coursed through his body like venom. He put a hand to his waist, reaching for a small leather pocket. He pulled a knife out, throwing it at the king.

Ganon smirked as the blade flew through the air. How could he not smile at such a weak attempt at trickery? He caught the blade by the hilt, only inches away from his face. The Dark King then flicked his wrist, throwing the blade back at the rebel leader. It pierced the man's chest, the man falling to his knees, then forward, the knife going through even deeper. The man was obviously dead.

By then, the other rebels were running for the doors, knowing this fight was over. Their leader was dead, and they had already found all of the Hylians in the crowd, so what did it matter?

Link felt a rough wooden surface as he was thrown into a large caravan. He was beginning to wonder if he was being liberated, or kidnaped. He rubbed the back of his head as he got himself into a sitting position. He saw several other Hylians sitting in the carriage, each seeming either happy or confused. Link was of the confused. He didn't know exactly how this was happening. He thought that security would be able to stop people from interrupting such social gatherings, as he had been told.

He saw two rebels jump into the carriage, a third running to the horses, jumping on them, and yelling to others as he gave the horses a good kick. The carriage had begun to move, and fairly fast. Link looked out the back of the caravan, back to the building he had been in only minutes ago. He knew Leanya was still under that table, probably worried sick about what was happening. And after she leaves... what will she think happened to him?

Link leaned back against the side of the caravan, closing his eyes. Maybe if he had a moment's rest, he could clear his head.

Hours later, he opened his eyes. He yawned, looking out the back of the caravan. The bright sky had now begun to dim, becoming a light shade of blue, with dark gray mixed in. He looked at the other people in the caravan. Then outside again. He heard several wheels moving. So, there was more than one caravan? He wondered just how many there were. There could only be five at the most, after all, many could fit in them, and there weren't many slaves attending the ball. Then again, there were many rebels who were present, and many could be filled with just rebels.

Link heard a ping and a blood-curling scream as a few splashes of blood flew past the caravan, hitting the ground behind the vehicle. The rebels sitting not far from Link both stood up in shock. Neither had expected this, obviously, and seemed fearful. Link wasn't sure why, though. After all, they had just fought Ganondorf, himself, and got away alive. Maybe they feared it was the Dark King coming for revenge?

But it was not he. Several horses had surrounded the convoy of caravans, each horse carrying two people. One horse carrying one person, because the second had jumped to Link's carriage and slew the driver. Another horse drew close to Link's carriage, the person in front letting go of the reigns and jumping from the horse into the carriage, having little trouble.

It was a large built man, wearing chainmail armor, and a scabbard on his back, where a longsword rested. Link couldn't see the man clearly, because he had the sun behind his back. "Okay, everyone. I advise you be very cooperative. We don't need another life taken," The man spoke loudly and clearly. The two rebels looked more fearful than ever now, all of the color draining from their faces. The man looked at the two, having a quizzical look. "Well, wadda we have here? A few 'rebels'. Oh, I am shaking. So, you two suppose to slit my throat or something? " He spoke sarcastically, and sardonically.

The two pulled out their weapons, shaking like leaves. The man sighed, drawing his longsword. The sword was a fine piece of work, although there was a couple of dings in it from past battles. "So, you two want to challenge me? Fine, but I should warn you, I survived a fight involving three moblins. And trust me, they were the big kind," He forewarned them. Of course, all moblins were big, but it was likely that he meant moblins of an above average stature.

The two guys tried to swallow what they just heard. If this guy was lying, he was a convincing liar. If not, then they had a reason to just drop their weapons right there. They decided with the latter, dropping their weapons.

"Good. Now, jump," The man ordered. They two rebels looked at each other, then at the man. Was he serious? "Remember to roll. It will lessen any damages." That seemed to relieve the two a bit. At least they weren't being killed. The rebels ran for the edge of the caravan, jumping, and rolling, as they hit the ground.

The man then looked at the slaves, and murmured something, "Well, we're rid of the fakes. Now what?" He looked over his shoulder, then back at the slaves. "Well, I really didn't plan on that working, so... Happy emancipation day. You are all free. Yadda yadda."

Link had an eyebrow risen at this. What was this man talking about? Weren't they already free? The others were confused as well, one speaking. "What? Didn't those guys save us?"

The armored man shook his head. "Those guys? Please. They're practically traitors to their kind, what they did. You want to know why those guys saved you? They did it because Ganon, the bastard, told them too. It was a setup. He wants the real rebels to look bad. We had a spy watching everything. The way they just charged in like that? And bringing horses in? They left to many openings in their strategy," The man then sighed, "Surprisingly, Ganon let them take you guys. I woulda thought he'd kill them all, and look like the hero, like he normally does."

"So... that wasn't real?" Link asked, utterly befuddled.

"No, but you should be happy. This time, you are saved. You'll be heading back to the mountains where our closest base is. There you will have food, drink, and a warm bed. You'll be free to do as you please."

There was a paroxysm of uncontrollable cheer as the slaves heard him. Food. Drink. A bed? That was the most pleasant thing any had heard in a long time. The man seemed pleased as they cheered, smiling and sitting, his scabbard making a clunking noise as it hit the wooden floor.

It was an hour later when they arrived at a forest; the man who had actually freed them helping others get off. Link jumped off himself, looking around. It seemed like a normal forest, a large mountain visible in the distance. He turned his attention to the rebel, now being able to make out his appearance. He had dark brown hair, and a tan, though it was nothing like that of a Gerudo. He seemed to have rectangular face, or maybe it was just him. The rebel tuned to the others, looking up, then saying. "Well, this is our stop. The other caravans will be stopping at different parts of the forest. It already looks odd enough that a bunch of Hylians are at the edge of a forest. A whole convoy would be ridiculous."

Link nodded, agreeing. He noticed several other slaves looking around anxiously. It wasn't odd at all. In fact, when most Hylians were rescued, they seemed frightened. After all, they had been taught that Ganondorf was a god who could do all, and knew all. Would he not know that they are here?

The rebel strode toward a tree, putting a hand on a thin branch, then snapping it off. He then pulled something from a small belt pouch. A bottle filled with some kind of blue object. Link wasn't sure, but it looked like fire, yet it also looked like water. The man unscrewed the cap, taking the fire, and pouring a a few droplets of it onto the branch. As the liquidated fire touched the branch, it burst in blue flames, illuminating the surrounding area with a blue tint. "Follow me," He said, heading into the forest.

A few things...

Once again, sorry for the long update. I have been kept bust by schoolwork. But good news, ahoy! Next week is the beginning of Easter break. The means more time to write!

Yeah, I know, a lot of OCs, but as I have stated, there will be mostly OCs. Maybe two or three real character will be in the story (Though th story does center the real characters.)

I do have a reason for Ganondorf letting the rebels exist (After all, he's supposedly a god. He could kill them.... but I won't spoil my ideas.)

I may make it in a week from now. After all, I won't have school next Thursday, and I will be up later on Wednesday (After all, not a school night.)

Also, next chapter is when the story starts getting good.

Last part of the note. Please, review. I know it gets annoying to be asked, but if I don't get any critique or even praise, how will I know I'm writing well?