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Link and Tyler were standing outside the museum when they saw steel boxes with the paralyzing lights going off. woo-woo. woo-woo. The steel boxes came to a screech that caused Link to cover his ears and the blinding lights caused them both to turn away. They were followed by two more larger versions of the steel boxes, but they were white except with some gibberish written on the side.

"Hey, you two. Face towards the cars and put your hands up and nothing will happen, you hear?" A guard yelled from the steel box. Link and Tyler looked at each other. They were sweating not from the run but from fear of being sent to jail for misidentification.

"Officers, we aren't-" Tyler tried to tell him ,but the guard interrupted him.

"Keep your mouth shut, we were told a short person wearing a mask robbed the museum, and you fit that the closest plant boy, now we weren't told about you but you must be his accomplish." Every single one of the guards' faces were pinch together to keep them looking fierce. Not one of them wanted to show weakness to them . They pulled at small weapons and pointed at them.

"Don't move or we will shot. We will come to you, if anyone makes a suddenly movement we will open fire." The head guard told them. The guards slowly moved close to them, forced to stand there like idiots just holding their hands ups. Eventually one of guards were next to them, using their hands to feel around for things that weren't there, as in weapons.

"Sir, they have no weapons on them." He hollered back to the other guards. The head guard nodded and the guard put tight metal bracelets on them. They pushed them into the steel boxes and while this was going on two people holding a over-sized, looking-device, was being pointed at the captured duo.
A different looking guard came out of the museum panting.

"What is it? Aren't you guys the security guards for the museum?" The head guard asked. The security guard breathed heavily and Link saw banana peels on him.
"Th...th...tho...those...gu...guys...aren't...the...rob...robbers." Link never saw so many people change their expression so fast.
"What? But we say them leave the museum! They are the robbers!" The head guard screamed.
"No...we...saw...who...did...it...and...it...wasn't...them." The guy started to get his breathing in order. The head guard's face turned red and he removed the cuffs from the duo's wrists. He spoke quickly and didn't make eye contact.
"I'm sorry about the mix-up...we need you two stay here just in case you saw anything." He swiftly waked away.

The head guard asked Link and Tyler where were they coming from? Why were they here? Where are they going? What did they see when you came here? They kept asking the same question over and over again until the guards felt that they were telling the truth. They then moved onto the security guards, each guard was asked to explain where they were before, during and after the robbery, when did the robbery happen, who called them, each one was asked to describe the thief the best they remember it. Eventually there was a pattern and most agreed they saw a short person with a black cloak/cape wearing a mask that was purple with spikes and green/yellow eyes. They also told the police that the nine crystal skulls stored here were stolen. Tyler kept pacing back and forth waiting for the guards to let him and Link go home. After what seemed like decades Link and Tyler were allowed to go home and when they were at Tyler's house Link asked a question.

"Tyler, why did you go to the museum in the first place?"

"Link, I'm tired and I want to go to bed," Tyler groaned in annoyance.

"Tyler I won't let you sleep unless you answer my question...truthfully." Link wasn't usually bossy but this was a different story. Tyler dragged himself into the kitchen and pulled out the chairs for them to sit on. Tyler sat there a few minutes to clear his head, he suddenly spoke to Link with a twinkle in his eye.

"Link, it all started back when went to go to college...um...its a place where you go for higher education." Tyler face redden when he said college. He continued shortly after he cleared his throat. "Well Link when I went to this college, art college, I was turned down. I don't know why, my handcrafted wooden creations were the best anyone has ever seen."

"If you did such a great job on it why did they turn you down?" This bothered Link greatly.

"I don't remember. I think it was because my SAT and my grades were fairly low, but I was a bright...in my own way, but I didn't have time to do schoolwork. You see Link, when I was growing up I had to help my father at his job, he used to put the shingles on the roofs of houses. During our breaks I used to take a knife with me and cut into a piece of wood laying around to try and form it into something." For an instant Tyler's eyes turned from gray to blue. Link didn't want to say anything, for fear that Tyler might get distracted. "Would you like to see them?" Link was deeply curiosity and he accepted the offer. Tyler went over to a door and open it. He pulled out a wooden box which was decorated with carves of flowers, animals, and repeating patterns of different basic shapes. Tyler walked over slowly. Tyler's faced turned red and he was struggling to carry it over to the table. He opened the box up. The hint of blue came back to his eyes, "Here you go Link. This was the first one I made." Link looked at the wooden dog. He couldn't believe how smooth it was, and if he didn't know it was made out of wood he would swear it was real.

"You did a great job on this." Link peered into the box to see his other works. In the box there was a cat, a mouse, a horse, and unfortunately other works that were started but never finished. Tyler saw that Link was disappointed.

"Link after I was rejected I couldn't continue anymore because it didn't matter if I made these for no one would ever notice them unless I was rich or famous."

"Why didn't you show them your creations?" Tyler's eyes lost the twinkle that had been there. His head dropped and Link was shocked when he saw something. Tears.

"Tyler? What's wrong?" Link regret asking Tyler to tell him.

"I did show them it, but they said that my work was garbage. They told me my work had too many flaws and was too dull and normal."

"These are perfect, don't listen to them." Tyler shook his head in disagreement.

"They told me the dogs ears with off, the cat was wrong because it had three legs instead of four, and they criticized my work to no end."

"Tyler this doesn't explain why you don't like going to museums?" Tyler smirked.

"This story ties into that one. You see, when I go there I see all these masterpieces have so many flaws in them but now a days thats frowned upon. Every day I go into it I see the old
art slowly disappearing and new art taking its place. Every time I go there I mentally salute all the old art and mentally stab the new art. New art isn't hand made anymore, new art is shit compared to old art, and new art doesn't resonate like the old art. Everything old is disregard and everything new is embraced." Link saw Tyler slip into a deep depression. Link put his hand on Tyler's knee cap.

"Tyler... who cares what they say. If you keep doing your best even they will have to let you in." Tyler snapped out of his depression.

"Link, you remind me of my brother, he was thoughtful, always caring about me and always believing that eventually I would be as good as him... you know its so strange but I believe he foresaw his own death, for he gave me this house before he died and just enough money to last me all of college."
"What was your brother's name?"

"His name was Kin. He had blue eyes and dirty blond hair, he was handsome. You know your name is similar and you have dirty blond hair too." Again Tyler's eyes turned from gray to blue, but this time it lasted a little longer. "Thanks, You're been helpf-" Tyler's face want blank. He pulled out a small knife. Link jumped backwards out of his chair. Tyler stuck his other hand into the wooden box and pulled out an ocarina, with the knife he cut into the ocarina. His face never changed and he never moved much. After a few minutes he said a small ancient sounding prayer and put all the stuff away including the wooden box which he had no trouble carrying now. After all that he then went to his room, still having the blank stare on his face.

"Tyler? That's so strange. What's going on?" When Link made it to Tyler's room he was already asleep. Link saw a black shiny stone on a table near Tyler's bed. "I would if that's his brother's "

"This must be the sleep walking he told me about, I should ask him about the ocarina." Link stood there are a few second. "The Ocarina!" Link ran downstairs and got it out. Link felt little pain as the organ pipes of different sizes punched out of his back. Link played the song of healing and a deep lullaby like sound came out of the organs. It sounded like a sad song where you just want to sit there and cry away all of your pain, and by the end of the song your soul has lifted from the pits of darkness. Suddenly a bright light filled the house. Link felt his face and it was soft. "YES! BACK TO NORMAL!" Link ran around feeling so much better being himself again that Link abruptly collapsed. He fell a sleep for he was overly tired.

Why did Tyler go into a trance? How will the Ocarina affect the plot? Will any of these questions be answered anytime soon? Tune in to find out.

Majora: Did you get it?

King Mimiga: Here its is.

*Throws it at Majora*

Majora: Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess Manga. Thanks.

King Mimiga: Did you get mine?

Majora: Yeah, here you go.

*Throws it to him*

King Mimiga: Play boy bunny? With real bunnies! I wanted the new Zelda game.

Majora: I thought this would help you get an extra hop in your step.

*Throws book at him*

Majora: That hurt!

King Mimiga: Going to buy something online. Leave me alone.