Apparently, when I was being random, I found out that the arabic word 'Ghira' has various meanings, including self respect, a fury of great anger, when one's honor and prestige is challenged or injured or... get this: jealousy. Especially in regards to women.
...Wow... just... wow. The last part seems ironic too...
And then I just realized I induced karmatic justice for Wind Waker Link in here... you'll see.
This is covers almost all of the song quest... because honestly, there's so much I can skip around with in some cases. I really breezed through round three with the Imprisoned on this one, but considering how much the boss annoys a lot of people...
So, long story short... this might be a long chapter.
Chapter 12: Speed up the music
Before I left for Faron Woods, I thought about Groose and the old woman and quickly organized a basket of food from Skyloft for them before I headed out.
"Those two will be fine!" The voice complained in my head. "Imagine how long the old woman has lasted on the surface without-!"
"I know, I just thought that it would be nice to give them something for all they have done for us while we stopped by." I smiled as I looked at the goods in the basket. As a nice gesture, I recalled the muffins that Groose liked, and gathered a coupled for him before I left for the woods.
...But of course, as if fate was being cruel, trouble found me when I returned to the sealed grounds as Groose came rushing towards me.
"Bad news Zelda!" He panted. "It looks like the Imprisoned is about to break free again!"
As if on cue, the ground began shaking.
"Seriously?!" I demanded as I looked over the ledge to the seal. In truth, I was horrified because it was only yesterday that I had sealed the Imprisoned once more.
As Groose got ready in position, I quickly dropped the basket by the door to the temple and hurried down towards the seal. All the while, an ominous chat played in my mind on repeat.
All this time... it was after Link. That's what I've been trying to protect, each time it escapes.
But this time, I had all the help I could ask for. For though the Imprisoned could now grow wings, Groose had his Groosenator ready to knock it down for me.
Until an attack blocked Groose from his bomb supply. Which left the live ammo... which was me.
The whole thing was stressful, but not much happened during that fight, other than what I just recounted to you.
And for the third time, the Imprisoned was sealed.
"That thing is persistent!" I huffed as I handed the basket of food to the old woman, after I made my way back to the top of the sealed grounds. "At this rate, I'm going to have to come back every day!"
"Oh, and I brought food for you all." I gestured to the basket before collapsing to the ground. "The best of Skyloft from the sky to the surface. And I also got you those muffins you like." I informed Groose as I rubbed my hands.
-one picnic later-
Unfortunately, it turned out that Faron Woods was entirely flooded, and the old woman had to close the only way into the woods to prevent the water from entering the sealed grounds.
Groose had a solution... of a sort.
"So, you want to go to Faron Woods? No sweat, just hop into the Groosenator and I'll fling you over!"
Even though he and the old woman were friends, she wasn't fond of the idea either.
...I was going to hate this. I reminded myself that it could have been much worse as I sat down in the catapult a couple minutes later.
"With my machine, the woods are just a fling away!" Groose boasted as he moved the Groosenator at an angle that faced the woods.
This is going to be stupid isn't it? I felt my heart race and my blood rush in dreaded anticipation. And I just had lunch too... ugh.
"Only if something goes horribly wrong." A voice singed in my head.
You are not helping Ghira-
I found myself soaring and summersaulting through the air towards Faron Woods.
"GYAAAAAAAAHHH!"
-CATAPULT FTW!-
Before I landed I had just enough time to see that Faron Woods was almost entirely flooded with water. Only the large tree was able to avoid being completely submerged under water.
...Well, at least I didn't have to worry about a safe landing anymore, but I made a vow to never travel by catapult ever again, if I could avoid it.
I crashed into the water, and judging by the muffled sounds when I was entirely submerged, I had made quite the splash. I immediately swam my way up back to the surface and was able to examine my surroundings when I could breath.
I noticed that the kwiki's had- thankfully- found large plants and logs to rest and float on. Below me, there were monsters from the lake, and about twice as much than before.
"...You know," I wondered as I treaded my way towards the kwikis. "It's actually not so bad. The woods still look beautiful."
"I, for one, am not too happy with this." The voice in my head complained. "If I am correct, then a certain someone has made things... unbearable."
Eventually, after asking around and exploration, I had found out that Faron was waiting inside the large tree. After some swimming, I had found myself face to face with Faron herself, who shot out of the waters to see who was in her current domain.
"WHO DARES TO DIP EVEN A TOE IN MY WATERS WITHOUT MY LEAVE?!" She demanded as she lowered her head in my direction.
She then took a closer look at me. "Oh, I remember you. You're the young human who helped me recover from my injuries some time ago."
She drew a hand towards me and the tip of her claw touched my chin and she drew it up. Even though she meant well, her claw was sharp and I couldn't help but freeze at the contact, for I knew that she could easily cut my head off if she wanted to. I could hear a certain someone in my mind also grow tense at this act.
"Ah... Zelda, was it?" She thought. "Let's have a look at you..." She get go of my chin (much to my relief) and gave me a look over. "Yes, you seem a good deal stronger than the last time we met." She nodded in approval.
"And look at that sword..." She eyed the weapon in great admiration. "You're the real thing, girl. It's clear you have the spirit of a hero of the god."
"Ah, she finally gives you some proper recognition... the foul creature." The voice in my head spoke.
"I have come for a part of the Song of the Hero that is in your possession." I began. "At least, that's what Levias has told me."
"...That's all well and good, but I can't go around giving away something that precious to every hero who flounders into my waters." Faron denied with a haughty toss of her head. "No, I think a final test is in order to ensure you are in fact the one meant to hear this melody of mine."
...I can't repeat Ghirahim's response. Trust me, it involved a lot of violent death threats.
Faron told me that she had flooded the entire area, to deal with the monster infestation. She decided that, due to the situation, this would be a good place to test me.
And this test? It was to go underwater and collect what she called tadtones, which composed the notes to her part of the song.
...Again, I can't repeat my companion's reaction, but I can assure you that there was complaints about the lack of time we had left. I was amazed that I didn't develop a headache from all the noise in my head.
"Can you at least sense where they are?" I asked when he was finally done venting out his frustration in my head. "We can make this go a lot quicker if you can help me out."
"...That, I can do."
-Do I really need to cover this part guys? Let's skip ahead-
It was a tricky task, trying to collect the tadtones, and I struggled for air more than once, but I finally did it.
Faron was pleased with my performance when I had completed my task,.
"You are indeed worthy of being called a hero. This much is clear." She acknowledged. "I'm good for my word, so I will teach you my part of the song you seek."
I closed my eyes as the dragon's deep voice- grand as that of the might of water- echoed around me in a song that sounded majestic... and the song was placed into my memory, as if it had always been there to begin with. It left me with a desire to hear the rest of the song, when I could complete it at last.
"Thank you, Lady Faron." I curtseyed before the dragon. "I appreciate your help."
"Originally, I had planned to keep these woods underwater so that those awful monsters could never return." Faron ignored me. "But your task is far from over, and you're not exactly at home in the water. I suppose I'll return the woods to their natural state." By the sound of things, she was rather reluctant to do so.
"You are the most ungrateful being I have ever had the audacity to encounter!"
...Unfortunately, a certain someone finally had enough of staying hidden.
I felt the blood drain from my body as Ghirahim made his entrance. I felt the desire to leave the woods as fast as possible when Faron's lips drew into a wicked snarl.
"...You." She hissed at my companion.
"Oh, I had my fun hiding from you and mocking you behind your back, so as to save face as well as time, but since this could most likely be the last time I have this chance," Ghirahim growled back. "I'm getting this off my chest: I once respected you as a worthy opponent. Truly, I did- but now you fill me with a hatred so consuming, that it's taking every moral fiber of my being not to strangle your thick watery neck! Even I find your haughtiness aggravating, and that speaks volumes-"
"Can we please leave?" I pathetically begged. "This isn't helping us out!"
"So you're the scrawny creature that Hylia chose to guide the hero." Faron sniffed. "Quite a rude being aren't you? I still see that you're manners haven't improved."
"Neither has your age."
"And I suppose you're current form fuels your narcissism, boy? Hylia made you into a walking corpse dressed as a jester."
"PLEASE STOP THIS!" I begged.
"Perhaps we can settle our differences like old times?" Ghirahim drew his sword out. "I have no qualms against my likely means of action." He chuckled. "In fact, I much look forward to-"
"No."
I sighed in relief as Faron denied Ghirahim his glory. "The events have tired me out, and I need to clear the forest. Besides, I have no desire to dabble in meaningless combat, when time runs short for this world."
Ghirahim huffed in annoyance as he made his sword disappear.
"But know this, sword spirit," Faron continued. "A far greater adversary is waiting for you. Should that time come, that's when you must put all your power into aiding the girl." Faron glanced to me.
"And as for you, young hero: while I don't have much to say, I hope that you take up your courage. You shall need every ounce of it, in the event that somehow you fail-"
"I won't fail." I had long recovered my wits and made my vow. "I will make it in time, you'll see."
Faron sniffed. "Well then, I suppose I have nothing else to say... be off with you, and destroy the Demon King, on my behalf!"
-Eldin-
When I first entered Eldin, I didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary. At least, until I heard a rumbling sound and saw that the ground began to shake.
I looked up to see a large ball of flames erupting from the top of the volcano.
I began to panic and ferociously kicked my legs in an attempt to hurry my descent. A strong, hot gust of wind suddenly blew into my side, and knocked me away from my landing.
"I can't stop!" I cried out. "How can I-
Suddenly, my world went black.
-?-
When I came to, I gingerly picked myself up from off the ground, while ignoring the pain in my right side and arm.
I glanced up to see that I was trapped in some sort of hut, that was gated off by spike tipped bars and a bokoblin on stand by.
I got myself in to a sitting position and messaged my arm. "Great- we just had to be captured by bokoblins." I complained. "At least it wasn't my fault though, right Ghirahim?"
There was no response.
"Ghirahim?" I repeated again. Suddenly, I realized that I couldn't feel the belt of my sword, or my scabbard.
I reached for my sword but my hand confirmed the worst when I touched nothing but the air.
"...Oh no." I ran a hand over my head. "Stay calm Zelda." I tried reassuring myself. "They probably took the sword without knowing about him... He can take care of himself-"
And then I realized something else- something just as bad. I only had to pat myself down to confirm that I had lost almost all of my weapons.
"NO!" I yelled and clenched my fists. "What do I do now?!"
-?-
When Ghirahim came to, he realized that he had somehow been sent to the summit of the volcano.
"What kind of volcano-" He wondered out loud as he turned to look for his mistress, but to his shock, she was no where present. Only the Master Sword was all that he could find, which somehow landed perfectly into the ground at blade point.
"Mistress?!" He felt his heart racing.
He had reason to panic, since there was no way of knowing what happened to Zelda. He knew that she was capable of taking care of herself to an extent, but this situation was just as bad as what happened the last time they were here at Eldin, if not worse.
"Calm down," He tried to reassure himself as shaking hands ran through his hair. "It's just a bad case of timing. I can try to seek her out- yes, her presence is faint, but she is here somewhere."
He wanted to go find her but... he glanced to the Master Sword.
He couldn't abandon it for too long, since it was practically his real form, but if he wanted to take it with him, that meant he would need to reabsorb it into his current form. Pulling it back out of his body would be just as painful as having the sword broken to pieces.
He walked towards the sword and was about to prepare himself for the inevitable, he heard the familiar sound of bokoblin grunting from behind and hesitated.
("What is that?")
("It looks like the hairless one with long yellow fur on their head.")
("Like the one the others captured? This one is white all over!")
This caught Ghirahim's attention, and he turned to greet the bokoblins.
"Well, isn't this convenient?" He gave the three a wave that looked friendly, but the stiffness of the rest of his posture hinted at something else. "You have given me some peace of mind. Do tell me where you've taken your captive and I might spare you if I feel generous."
("What is with it's garbs? It's practically naked!")
"Last chance." Ghirahim remembered just how stupid these things were and forced himself to be patient. "Where is-"
He heard a shriek of agony from behind. He turned around just time time to see two more bokoblins by the Master Sword, and one of them had just attempted to touch the blade, but was rejected and left with a hand that was letting off smoke.
A sword materialized in Ghirahim's hand in just under a second and whatever 'generosity' he had left disappeared in that exact same time.
"It serves you fools right to try to touch that sword... but a burnt hand is the least of your concerns when I am present."
-?-
If I failed in my mission because of being captured and thrown in a cell without my weapons... sweet Hylia, I hoped not.
Before I knew it, a patch of ground bursted, and out popped Plats, the mogma.
"Ta-DAH!" He cheered. "I'm here to save the day!"
"Plats!" I gasped and crawled my way towards him. "Am I glad to see you!"
"I saw them draggin' you off unconscious, so I tailed 'em!" He explained and seemed mighty proud of himself
I told him why I was here, and he confirmed that there was definitely a dragon in the mountains.
When Plats mentioned how they took away my stuff, I asked if he had seen my sword.
"...Not really." He answered. "Why?"
"...I have a bad feeling about what will happen if I can't find my sword on time." I paled.
To my luck, Plats swiped the Mogma Mitts back for me.
"Thank you so much!" I gave him a smile. "I need to hurry before something bad happens!"
"Aw shucks!" Plats blushed and scratched his head. "I'm glad I was of aid to you."
Suddenly I was reminded of something from back at the fire sanctuary.
"You have a terrible habit of attracting men of varying races." Ghirahim made a 'tsk' noise at me. "Now I understand the need for you to be sweet on them, but must you do it to the point that they fawn over you? You already developed the urge to smother kwikis with affection.
...No, that can't be true! I appreciate what help I can get... and I just find kwikis super cute.
Let me make this fast: it was not fun looking for my items all across the mountain while avoiding the detection of the bokoblins.
All the while, I was making bets with myself: would Ghirahim be worried beyond words, or was he somewhere... having 'fun' with the bokoblins?
Once I reached the summit, I saw, to my amazement, that the Master Sword was sticking into the ground between two torches on a ledge.
"Ghirahim!" I cried out as I hurried towards the blade. "Are you ok?!"
Said spirit shot out of the sword before I could reach it, but it didn't stop me from crashing into him as I drew him in a hug.
"Thank the Gods your ok!" I let out a breathless laugh. "I knew you could take care of yourself, but I couldn't help but worry!"
"It pleases me to see that you are safe, my mistress." His relief was genuine as he quickly returned the hug. "I was worried out of my mind for you, and I allowed none of these foul beasts to lay so much as a finger on this sword." He sounded quite proud of himself, like a child eager to please someone.
I realized I lost the bet with myself- both possibilities were correct.
"That aside." I let go of him and proceeded to pull the Master Sword out of the ground. "I wonder what made the mountain erupt..."
"I sensed a strong presence to my right." Ghirahim answered as I tugged at the sword- which was lodged pretty deep in the ground. "Perhaps the dragon is close by..."
"I guess I need to get my things back first." I grunted as I finally pulled the sword out.
-Eldin-
I stared as the golden tan colored Dragon with a stomach made of lava and garbed in red robes floated behind me.
"Ho! A girl of flesh and blood has walked his way to the heart of my burning hall! Now that is something." The dragon mused.
"YOU!"
I was startled by this outburst of recognition as Ghirahim appeared beside me. "I saw you before! You were the one who aided me when I was in combat against Fi, while my mistress was in the silent realm!" He looked on in amazement at Eldin.
Eldin looked between me and Ghirahim, and made the connection.
"Ah, I remember you now!" He craned his neck out to get a closer look at us. "Though I was shocked to see that a former adversary against Hylia was protecting a human, I felt it was in my place to act when I saw what was happening before my eyes."
Ghirahim was stunned.
"You have come a long way from when we last met on the field of battle." Eldin complimented Ghirahim. "And I suppose you lent your strength to this child, so If I am correct, than she is Hylia's chosen hero."
"I am." I confirmed and held up my hand, where the mark of the Triforce glowed. "And I couldn't have gotten this far in my journey, without the aid of those who live on the surface or those who are close to me."
"Eldin," Ghirahim began as I dropped my hand. "Though we were indeed on opposing sides, I could have never imagined I would be grateful for your much needed assistance. For that, you have my thanks." And to my surprise, he bowed before Eldin.
"Anything, for those who are aiding Hylia's chosen." Eldin now looked at me. "Listen well, child. I will sing you my part of the Song of the Hero."
I closed my eyes as the dragon's deep voice- mighty as that of the volcano- echoed around me... and the song was placed into my memory.
"You are lucky to have those who care so deeply for you." Eldin told me. "The bonds you share with others will help you overcome the darkest of nights. Do not forsake such powers, young hero."
- Lanaryu Gorge-
Lanrayu resided in the Lanaryu Gorge, where, long ago, civilization established a quarry to mine the deposit of high quality Timeshift Stones.
But to my horror, Lanaryu was gone. All that remained was a large skeleton with eyes that glowed yellow.
"What happened?" I drew a hand to my mouth and turned from the horrible sight.
"Our only possible option now," I was advised by the voice in my head. "Is to find a Timeshift stone."
After I guided a Timeshift stone though a rather aggravating tunnel, I was able to revive a handful of robots and the dragon Lanaryu. The yellow robed, brown colored dragon with a beard made of clouds was alive, but appeared very sickly and his coughing sounded horrible.
"Oh, hello..." Despite how weak he sounded, Lanaryu had traces of pleasantness as I approached him. "I haven't had a visitor like you here in... quite a while." He wheezed. "You are a human, aren't you? I suppose you have a reason for coming here..."
"I am Zelda from the sky and Hylia's chosen hero." I kindly began. "And while I would ask for a part of the Song of the Hero, I see that your health is a more pressing concern. Is there anything I can do to help you, Sir Lanaryu?"
"...Zelda, is it?" The dragon wondered. "That name sounds too simple... How about I add a model number to your name, like my friends have got? Maybe LD-Zelda-16?"
"Uh..." I shrugged. "If you want."
"That's fine, I can tell you don't like it."
I learned from Lanaryu that the robots planted a seedling from the Tree of Life, which was said to cure any illness. However, it would not be able to grow in this area, due to the conditions.
I promised the robot tending the plant that I would take it somewhere safe, where it could grow.
"We need to take advantage of time travel at the temple." I explained to Ghirahim. "In a few seconds time for us, we will have the means to save Lanrayu." I threw a concerned look at the dragon.
"I can't stand this place." My voice wavered. "Everywhere, I'm reminded of loss and..."
I watch as Link holds the ashes of his parents in the urn. They died, protecting Skyloft from a fire caused by stray lightning, and now they are mixed together in an urn in his hands.
With a stoic look, Link chooses to throw out all the ashes, which twirl together in the wind.
My mother dies from a fatal illness soon after.
They burned my mother's body and my father stands on a ledge of a floating island, where he tosses her ashes into the sky, where she can be free.
I want to scream. I want my mother back- I'm terrified because I don't know where her spirit has gone.
"I'm terrified." I confessed. "I'm reminded of my own mortality now- some day, I'm going to die, but what will happen to my soul? Will I be reborn, spend an eternity in some greater world, or will I just... cease to be?"
There was a silence as I quietly dealt with my own morality. I had never given it too much thought until now, when I was truly reminded of what death was supposed to look like.
And where was my mother? Was she waiting for father and I, or was she truly gone? Would she have been ok with the fact that I had killed so many beasts in order to save my world and find Link?
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I just... never mind."
"Instead of thinking too much about such dilemmas," I was reminded. "We need to focus on what is happening now. We need to find out what happened, and not dwell on such depressing matters."
"...R-right." I composed myself. "I just-"
"You know, I would have come up with a better name to add to your own." Ghirahim suddenly interrupted. "...And for some reason, the name Fitzgerald sounds appropriate."
I raised an eyebrow at this.
"...Don't give me that look. It sounded pleasant just a second ago... or would you rather have it be something more regal, like Queen Zelda, or Princess Zelda? I like the sound of the latter, for some odd reason."
"Let's later about this another time."
-letsdothetimewarpagain!-
I took a quick trip to the temple and headed to the past, where I planted the seedling.
"When Link wakes up, he will see that seedling as a strong tree." Impa stood by as she watched me pat the dirt around the seedling.
"I just hope he doesn't try to cut it down and make carvings out of it." I let out a laugh. "He has a talent for such things, and he made me so many carvings." I smiled at the memories.
"He was carving an instrument out of a Timeshift stone that he took from the Lanaryu desert." Impa recalled as she rested her back against the wall. "I told him that I had no idea what the effects would be if he did such a thing. Timeshift stones have a power greater than one can imagine."
"What was that instrument anyway?" I asked as I recalled the blue object in Link's hands and the beautiful notes it produced. "It was so beautiful and the notes were lovely."
"My tribe calls such an instrument an ocarina." Impa answered. "And I believed he wanted to give it to you as thanks for all you had done for him. However... I think he realized that your happiness alone would be thanks enough for him."
I stood up after I finished my work and dusted my dress off.
"Well, back to the present." I headed towards the gate but then I turned to Impa and gave her a smile.
"Thank you for helping him, when I couldn't. I hope when this is all over, we can try to be friends, if you are ok with that."
Impa's mouth dropped a little, before it became a smile and she bowed her head. " I will for his sake, Zelda"
-plant a tree, grow a tree!-
"Oh, hello there." Lanaryu looked more feverish than before and trembled as I approached him. "What brings you here this time?"
I responded by pulling the large fruit out... with some difficulty.
"Da,da,da, dahhhhh!" I cheerfully grunted out a victory tune Link was prone to doing whenever he had a new object in hand as I tried holding it up. "I got the fruit from the Tree of Life."
The dragon croaked "Quick, toss it up to me!"
I grunted as I spun the fruit by the stem and hurled it into the sky, like Groose would hurl weights up into the air back at the academy.
"Whoa-ho... Down the hatch!" Lanaryu opened wide and caught the fruit with his mouth.
There was a moment's pause... then-
"ZINGA-DINGDING!" The dragon glowed in bright light, and I was forced to block my eyes.
When I felt the light die down, I lowered my hand to see Lanaryu happily soaring through the sky, as if he wasn't sick just mere moments ago.
"You've done it girl! I can feel the fruit's effects surging through me!" Lanrayu joyously bellowed out. "It's exhilarating! I feel like a proper dragon again!"
As he lowered himself back down to my level and propped himself in a sitting position, I happily walked my way towards him.
"Just because I have eternal life doesn't mean I can't get mighty sick!" He explained. "Thanks to you, girl, this old dragon will keep on charging awhile yet!"
"It pleases me to see that you are full of health now." I told him. "Though it's true that I need the complete version of the Song of the Hero, saving your life meant a lot more to me."
"Your heart is pure, and your will is strong, young one." Lanaryu chuckled. "I owe you a big thank you, so allow me to perform a moving rendition of my part of the Song of the Hero! Though I should warn you, I've got a mean set of pipes and I know how to use them!" He boasted. "This'll clean out those ears girl, so brace yourself!"
I closed my eyes as the dragon's rumbling voice- powerful as that of thunder- echoed around me... and the third part of the song was placed into my memory.
His singing was loud, but it didn't clean my ears out.
When Lanaryu concluded, he seemed curious about me. "Young one, why is it that you wished to save my life?"
"...I was afraid." I admitted. "I saw what would happen to you if there had been no fruit... and I was reminded of how precious life is." I closed my eyes as images of my mother filled my head. "I lost my mother when I was a child, and someone very dear to me lost his parents. If... if it had been in my powers, I would give anything to have them back with us."
I glanced up to Lanaryu. "While this region fills me with sadness and dread, I have seen that I need to bring the people of the sky here, so that this world will not become barren and devoid of life. It is also the wish of the one you call the Spirited Warrior as well."
Lanaryu nodded. "It is true, young one. There is no telling what will be lost to time, but it is important to preserve what is most important to us, so that the next in line may know of it's riches. I sense great wisdom in your heart, which is why, I will bestow upon you a special gift."
A beam of light formed in his hand, which he extended out towards me. I reached out as the light came towards me, until it faded to reveal a shield: a shield of blue, with the familiar symbol of the Triforce, and a red bird.
"This is a premonition of the future that you are fighting for." Lanaryu informed me as my fingers touched the cool metal of the shield. "It has transcended time, and the future itself, to aid you in the inevitable."
I touched the red bird on the shield, which reminded me of Link's loftwing before I glanced up to Lanaryu.
"Thank you, Lanaryu." I smiled. "I will do everything to ensure that this future will occur."
"I wish your future be a favorable one, young Zelda." Lanaryu bowed. "May your road lead you to happiness."
I didn't need the shield at the moment, since I already had one, and I put it away. As I did, I heard Ghirahim speak.
"You finally managed to acquire them all mistress... and now it's time to return to Levias."
I was one more step towards acquiring the Triforce.
-?-
"Sisters," Nayru began. "As you are aware, this fan fic the human is writing is drawing to an end, correct?"
"By out estimates," Farore thought "At this rate, it could take four chapters or so."
"Except we have one problem," Nayru continued. "Not only is there bound to be more drama, but there was angst in this chapter."
"So what do we do?" Din asked.
"We are going to add another breather chapter." Nayru explained. "Sure, it will annoy those readers, but it will buy them time to participate in that vote. You know... where if you want to decide whether or not Demise will appear as a woman to Zelda because of the whole 'looks different to everyone' thing. I know there are people reading this." She suddenly turns to you.
Yes, you.
"Because despite what she says, HolyMaiden24 already gave herself a head start on the Triforce chapter." She said. "And once that chapter get's published, you lose your chance to effect the fan fic."
Sorry for the long chapter.
Anyway, I know I kind of made Lanaryu Desert into a depressing place. I've been struggling with a specific kind of depression myself, and that influenced the chapter. Thankfully, we are done with the desert and can move onto the st... wait. What's this message...
..."We are hijacking your fanfic LOL LOL"?
...Uh-oh.