A Nabooru chapter!

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I have nothing to say until the end!

For the longest time Nabooru had always thought that magic was unbeatable. A person who didn't have magical power was inferior to one who did. She had come to this conclusion because she was raised under Koume and Kotake, who had always seemed to favor her brother, Ganondorf, for his magical abilities.

But now her opinion had changed. Magic could be beaten. Nabooru was sure of it. Her short time at the temple allowed her to think about it, and even then her head was racing with how many possibilities there were to be beating Koume and Kotake. There tactical advantages that could be utilized within Castle Town and put the witches in more trouble than they were used to.

As she neared the gate, she could already hear the cackling of the witches nearby. Just hearing their voices made her determination blast within her. She turned the corner and saw the witches floating on their brooms, cackling as they seemed to debate what to use on the nearest building, fire or ice.

"Hey!" She cried out to them. The two witches froze and looked her way, a look of shock and rage on their faces. "Remember me?"

"Kyaaah!" Koume screeched. "How dare you show your face to us!"

"Disgrace to the Gerudo!" Kotake added just as angrily.

Nabooru smirked, a plan having already formed in her mind. "Come catch me if you can!" And then she ran back. She heard them shrieking behind her, the sounds of the cracking and age-worn voices coming ever closer up behind her. She wasn't nervous. She had actually been counting on that.

She turned into a narrow alleyway. The witches followed suit but were quite surprised with what happened afterward. They had been flying at the same pace, side by side. When they had turned into the alleyway, they had jammed themselves stuck. Both were unable to move. They squawked and struggled as they tried to get themselves unstuck. Unable to do so, they shouted insults at Nabooru.

"Insolent brat!"

"Stupid girl!"

"Traitor!"

The younger Gerudo feigned a yawn. "To think you two would be beaten by walls… The girls back home will have a laugh at that." She said. "But there is one way you can get out of that."

The twin witches silenced, knowing what she was speaking of. "Don't be stupid, Nabooru. No one, save for your brother, has ever seen that form and come out alive." Kotake told her.

"So then what's the harm of not showing me? It's not like you two have any intention of letting me live. Plus if I'm going to show to you just how much of a better Gerudo I am than you, I want don't want to cut corners." Nabooru was using fighting words on purpose. Koume and Kotake were such moody old biddies, they wouldn't stand for her talk. She smiled as she got her desired reaction.

"You think you're better than us?!" Kotake blurted out angrily.

"Presumptuous little girl, we'll show you who's better!" Koume shouted just as angrily as her sister.

What came next was, in Nabooru's opinion, anticlimactic. She had thought that what the witches were about to do involved some sort of flashy spell with weird words she couldn't even begin to comprehend. Instead, the two old women shouted in such a way it sounded as if they were constipated. In one of the most disturbing sights that Nabooru could ever claim to see, the two old women were merging together. She felt her gag reflex trying to work as the process continued, but it didn't get more gruesome as it continued. In fact, it did just the opposite.

After a few minutes, where there had been two, ugly, short old women stuck in a wall, the brooms had fallen to the floor and where they had been was something quite different. Floating up in the air with no visible support was a tall and beautiful Gerudo woman. Twinrova. Nabooru had wondered what the fearsome witches looked like when combined. She had not expected this.

"Now, dear," started Twinrova, gently lowering herself to the ground. She looked extremely satisfied with herself. "Which would you prefer? Fire or ice?"

Nabooru feigned thinking about it before she said, "I prefer strategy, actually."

She charged at the witch with her sword at the ready. Twinrova smirked, as if expecting such a move. Nabooru could feel the air begin to freeze as the witch prepared a close range ice spell. Koume and Kotake had probably never noticed it, but Nabooru could easily name any spell the two had cast. All Twinrova had was juiced up versions of their old spells. When Nabooru had reached the minimum range necessary for Twinrova to unleash her spell, she jumped, stepped on Twinrova's head and landed on the floor.

"Try to catch me again!" She said cheerfully. From behind her she heard a flustered Twinrova shouting unpleasant things at her. They probably thought her a coward for all of this, but she was intending to fight… on her own terms. She refused to fight in such a place where other people could easily get involved. In such a state, Twinrova would have no problems getting other people involved. She needed to get to the nearest abandoned place there was within the city, because she knew the witches would know what she was up to if she went for the exit. Besides, the place she was heading for was ideal for defeating Twinrova.

She sighed in her mind at the reminder that this was inspired from Vega. Not the plan itself, but the location she was heading for. Back when she had first met him, she directed him to the graveyard. No live people were in a graveyard. But she was sure that they had passed by people who recognized two Gerudo women. She still had to be quick about this battle. Her only regret was that the battle would involve more strategy than swordplay.

As soon as she ran into the graveyard, she started banging on nearby tombstones with the hilt of her sword. Nothing was going happen as a result of the banging until Twinrova came. That was when the fun would really begin.

And the fun was going to begin very soon. In a rage that Nabooru dared run away from her again, Twinrova rushed into the graveyard. She paused for a moment, taking in her surroundings and rolling her eyes. Nabooru had chosen this place for the lack of nearby civilians, but it was a poor choice. There was too much space and not enough places for Nabooru to be able to hide herself. The area was more suited for a magic user than one reliant on a sword.

"You're stupider than we originally thought." Twinrova commented.

Nabooru merely smirked. "Am I really? Give it your best shot, then." In actuality, she was getting quite scared. The next step of her plan involved letting the witch attack her. Nothing would happen if magic wasn't being flung everywhere. But being hit meant death, so she would have to do a lot of running. She just hoped her legs were faster than the magic that Twinrova sent after her.

The witch sneered. "I suppose this is an appropriate place to use Hellraiser."

That was not in Nabooru's plan. She'd never heard of any spell that Koume or Kotake knew called Hellraiser, but she did know she'd be finding out soon. Twinrova unleashed a flurry of ice based spells at her. The younger Gerudo back flipped out the way for the first attack, then just scurried around like a rat as she felt the icy spells land behind her. She heard some squawks of surprise behind her, coming from nearby poes who had probably just been knocked from their homes by the cold flurry. Well, that was one part of the plan going smoothly. But things began to go awry when she noticed she was running out of space. Nearly the whole graveyard was covered in ice.

Twinrova then stopped the ice attacks. She smiled at Nabooru, who looked like she was understanding the meaning behind Hellraiser. The witch held a ball of fire in her hand. "There's no escape from this."

Nabooru cursed. Twinrova had never been aiming for her. She'd been aiming for the floor. Cover it all in ice and then-

The witch's fire went from ball to wave, covering sheet of ice. Heat met cold, sending steam flying into the air. There was no way to avoid it. She couldn't run out of the graveyard without slipping on ice, and jumping over would be pointless if she would be steamed like a lobster. Her plan meant nothing if she was going to die! Nabooru cursed, refusing to die in such a manner. Magic could be beaten if the appropriate measures were taken, right?

All of a sudden, the fire stopped, and the remainder of ice even melted. Both Nabooru and Twinrova looked baffled. A row of dark shapes came from the ground, lanterns idly floating by them. The poes that had been squealing before were now staring down both Gerudo. The one who seemed to be leader stepped up.

"What is wrong with you?!" It shrieked in a warbly voice. "No respect for the dead, destroying our homes like this! Ugh, if only my Master was here…" It paused for a moment… "He might not do anything… But he would at least chastise those who dared to injure his most loyal servant, a right which only he has!"

"What on earth are you talking about?" Twinrova blurted out. "You shouldn't be able to speak you're just a-"

"Just a what?!" Snapped the ghost. "Just a poe? We have feelings too, you know! … Well, most of us do, anyways!" It was at this point that the ghost made a very bold move. It got up in Twinrova's face and shoved a claw-like finger into her as she spoke. "And we do not appreciate having our homes wrecked!" From behind it came an uproar of agreement from the other poes.

Nabooru was just glad that she seemed to have been unnoticed. While she admitted that poes were a part of her plan, she hadn't expected them to be this much a part of it. She just wanted to bang up the tombstones to draw them out, but Twinrova seemed to get all their attention with her fire and ice.

Twinrova clicked her tongue in irritation and made a swipe at the ghost in front of her. A rather useless tactic since her hand just phased right through it, but the ghost backed off anyways. But only so it could scream, "Charge!" so it and the rest of its brethren could go and attack the witch. She screeched angrily, futilely trying to pull ghosts off of her.

The non-magical Gerudo was about to put her sword back at her side when Twinrova did something unexpected: she split into two again, reverting back to the original old biddies that constructed her.

"Kyaaaaah!" Kotake shrieked. "Stupid dead people!"

"Let's teach'em, Kotake!" Koume said.

Much like the ghosts, they seemed to have completely forgotten about Nabooru – for the moment at least. But they would make short work of the poes now that they were able to fly about more easily. She had to get step two of her plan in action now. She looked around the graveyard for a specific marker. It was something she only heard of in rumors, but was sure it was true. Where there were the dead, there were the weapons that could defeat the witches.

Doing her best not to be noticeable, she tiptoed about the cemetery, looking carefully at each tombstone. She finally found the marker; a grave with a faded red x on it. Knowing that the situation nearby wasn't going to last longer at all, she looked around for something, anything, that she could sue to dig with. She gave up on finding something quickly enough and just used her hands. What she was looking for was not as deep as she thought; a blessing in her eyes. It was a thick wooden floor. She dug outward from it to find a heavy, but old padlock over a latch. She broke the padlock with her heel, which she was sure would cause her pain later. As for now, she tore a piece of her pant leg and stuck the torn cloth into her ears, then got behind the wooden slab and lifted the latch which lifted the slab. As soon as it opened, she heard the muffled sounds of the witch's doom.

It was a screaming sound that seemed to pierce into one's soul. The screams even seemed to cause the poes to float away in fear. The sound immediately caused the witches to topple from their broomsticks and onto the floor. They couldn't move, but Nabooru could.

Taking out her sword, she prepared herself for what was to come.

"Stupid girl…" One of the witches, she couldn't tell which, growled. "What… have you… done?"

"The screams of the ReDead are pretty horrible. They can paralyze a person, magically inclined or not. Unless you have something to block out your ears, you're pretty much doomed."

"They'll… come after you too…" The other witch grumbled.

"I know, but I can still move and I can defend myself. But they'll go after you first. They're beings composed of dark magic, after all. They'll like how you two taste. And if they come after me somewhere in between you two, I'll cut them down. But most likely by the time they're done with you, those two necromancers will be here to take care of them." She said coldly, watching as a corpse dragged itself from the hidden door, shuffling to the witches. It screamed, and another screamed behind it. They were all screaming in such a way, there were no intervals between them.

"It looks like you two hags were wrong. I may not have magic, but I outdid you two. I planned this all out." Nabooru said triumphantly. She began to stray from the grave of ReDead, taking the long way out of the graveyard. "I won't stick around, though. I don't think I could stomach the sight of them eating you. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll catch one of the necromancers and they can give you your dying rites. Toodles."

She did her best to sound as nonchalant about it as possible, but she did feel bad. As much as she hated Koume and Kotake, they had still raised her… And death by ReDead wasn't pleasant. She began to run. She was sure the necromancer at the temple knew already, could sense the magical corpses shuffling along, but she wanted to tell him to go there so they could have their final rites…

DOES ANYONE RECOGNIZE THE LEADER OF THE POES?! I SURE HOPE SO! What can I say, I miss Poe. Much like Quinn, I wish i could use him in something else but I can't. I mean, I couldn't even use Poe in an original story simply because he's a poe. Ah well...

This chapter gave me extreme difficulty, though. I had a seriously hard time trying to figure out how Nabooru would beat Koume and Kotake directly, so I went with indirectly. That still proved to be very hard until ReDead came to mind. I feel kind of bad for coming to that conclusion. Being eaten by zombies doesn't sound like a particularly fun way to die. D: