"The Prophecy . . . is moving along at an alarming rate," someone said, his voice cold . . . completely devoid of any emotions. "I find it . . . .distasteful."

Many creatures were kneeling in front of the Black Throne. The man sitting upon the monstrosity seemed ordinary. No one would guess upon seeing him that he was responsible for all the sorrows and pains visited upon these lands over the last decades. Some might have call him handsome, or have assumed he worked for good. Golden haired, blue eyes, his face seemed to have be sculpted by someone who knew how to create perfection.

"My Lord," a Gerudo raider said. "We would have eliminated two of them, they appeared in our sector, but we are no match for Zero or the Hero Of Time, not since he has acquired the Triforce of Power. . ."

"SILENCE," he barked. "Silence. . . you will speak when addressed to, is that understood? Now. I want to know HOW they are coming here. The prophecy speaks of Five Chosen. I know there names. I just don't know where they will be, and what powers they will possess. . ."

"Three my Lord? What about Sebastian . . ."

The sentence was never finished, the All-Master pointed at the one who had interrupted him, and a pillar of flame consumed it instantly.

"Sebastian, regardless of what some of you might think, is not one of the Chosen. He is an anomaly. The General of those who would oppose me. In due time, he will die, but not at the moment. He was called here by myself. The prophecy speaks of Five, and they think Sebastian is one of them. Which means the fifth one . . . they will not expect . . .and he, or she will fall in my hands."

He paused. Looking at his henchman, regretting the necessity of sending his five Generals away on missions. For the moment, he simply had to deal with lesser resources.

"I want you to look for them, and try to capture them if possible. If not kill them. Here, listen, for I will not repeat myself. William and Brook Russell are twins. William is of average height, weight, though he is a bit athletic. Brown hair that reaches his shoulder, and his eyes are an odd amber shade. He will trust anyone, and believe the best out of them, no matter what. His sister is more cynical. Same height and coloration as him, though her hair is longer reaching her back. She has a quick temper, and has been known to get into scraps quite often. She is the most dangerous of the two."

As he spoke, an hologram came to life above them all, clearly showing the two of them. He went on to the next one.

"Steven Lynch. The most dangerous one of the Chosen Five. He stands at six feet three inches, and his weight is unknown. He was trained to become a special ops agent in the Outer World. Gray eyes, a few scares on his face, his hear is short, not even an inch off of his head, and black. He's the most likely to inherit the Gift of the Warrior. This should tell you just how wary to be."

Again the hologram shifted and a few of the troops shifted nervously.

"Ashton Miller. A dreamer, someone who was always bullied in school. Blue eyes, orange hair. He is a few inches below average, thin, and a vegetarian. He abhors violence, which made him a poor choice for a chosen in my opinion, but . . .it was not mine to make. He will likely be the least of the threats."

The hologram showed them who this Ashton was, and many snickers followed. There was a pause . . .almost reluctant. With a sigh, he went on.

"Elizabeth Murphy. She's petite, blond hair, brown eyes. She has a thing with animals, they instinctively trust her, and she was always taking in strays. Do not let her fragile appearance fool you. She can stand up against the odds, and always get her way. She can be very convincing, and will not hesitate to defend the weak and the helpless. She is too be captured, not terminated. If capture is not possible, let her go."

His henchmen gasped in shock, but he wave a hand, and the chamber was emptied. He left his throne, the scarlet cape floating behind him as he walked in silence in the gloomy hallway, lit only by torchlight at irregular interval illuminating dark walls made of stones.

"My Lord," a voice called from behind. "You called?"

The All-Master turned around, and saw nothing. His finger twitched, and a gasp sounded, and out of thin air it seemed, came a man shrouded in shades of darkness stood in front of him, kneeling.

"Yes I have. I want Sebastian taken out of the picture . . . temporarily. Do not kill him however. We need him still. Just make sure he is incapacitated."

"As you wish My Lord. Just a simple question. Do you wish me to make it look like an accident, or an attempted assassination?"

"Assassination of course. Make it something spectacular . . .something he'd have to handle himself. Something that both his minds will want to handle personally."

"Sigma my Lord?"

"Yes," the All-Master replied, a smile on his beautiful face.

Here's the end of chapter four. A bit short perhaps, but it introduces the All-Master. Please Rate and review.