LEGEND OF ZELDA TIME LOOPS: Welcome to the Multiverse!

Author Note: We do not own Legend of Zelda. That is all.

2.1 - (KrisOverstreet)

'Next time,' Link thought, 'I'll let the kids do their initiation thing and not try to rush through these events.'

The moon, with its angry monstrous face, descended upon Termina. Link had no ocarina, and thus no way of performing the Song of Time to roll back the clock for another pass through the previous four days, which passed so very fast for some reason. Death was staring him in the face; death from above.

Then an enormous shadow bounded out of an alleyway, jumping up the ledges that hung with architectural improbability from the houses of the town. In no time at all he stood on the tallest spire in the city, one enormous arm wheeling around and around preparing to unleash a tremendous haymaker.

The resulting uppercut sent the moon soaring back up into the skies and out of sight.

In the empty streets of Termina Link stared at the figure as it bounced back down to street level, landing directly in front of him. Large eyes stared intently at him for several long seconds.

Link, being quiet by nature, waited for the other to break the silence.

"Ook?"

The results were less than edifying.

"Oook, ooka ook ook EEK ook ook?"

Link shook his head in total confusion.

The large furry figure put one of his immense hands on his equally immense lips, tapping them in intense thought. Then, inspiration having arrived, he pulled a large wall calendar out of nowhere. The ape pointed to Link, and then to the first page of the calendar. He then flipped forward through the calendar, pointed again, pointed at Link. and then flipped back to the beginning of the calendar, pointing back and forth between the calendar and Link.

"Sorry," Link said. "Don't follow."

This obviously distressed the other figure, to judge by the screaming fit and the huge hands pounding the earth hard enough to shake the walls of the surrounding buildings. Finally, having got it out of his system, the creature covered its head in its hands, shaking it back and forth in despair.

Then it froze, and a large grin appeared on a face that was certainly built for smiling.

The creature pulled a book out of nowhere and handed it to Link. For a moment the letters meant nothing to him, and then the ink rearranged itself into Hylian runes. The title read:

Ook

A Primate - Human Dictionary

Unseen University Press, Ankh-Morpork

2.2

Ganondorf Awoke in a pot. Now, this was fairly unusual for him, though he was rather used to waking up bound in some fashion. The main thing that was worrying was the fact that the pot he was in was full of boiling water.

'Hmm, I didn't think they had it innnAAH HOT HOT HOT!'

Ganondorf leapt out of the pot, which on inspection from where he landed was actually some form of black cauldron. As Ganondorf slowly rose to his feet, he took note of his surroundings. A dusty graveyard, some boy in what appeared to be robes tied to one of the headstones, a balding fat man crying over his arm, which was bleeding from the wrist, and a rather refreshing breeze. Ganondorf looked down.

"Where are my clothes?!"

As he finished donning the odd robes the cringing man on the ground handed to him, he examined his memories. They were honestly different from anything he had experienced so far. He could not recall any mention of the Triforce or the Gerudo in this universe. Even the name Hyrule was missing from his recollection. Instead, he was a dark sorcerer of some skill, terrorizing an island nation of similarly powered 'wizards', who for some reason remained hidden from those who lacked magic. And he had just gone through a ritual to return him to his body after he was destroyed while attacking...a 1 year old boy. Ganondorf almost felt like killing himself out of embarrassment.

Slowly Ganondorf turned to the boy bound to the gravestone, who was examining him with a sort of detached curiosity. Apparently, this was the boy who had...defeated him before. Honestly, he was happy that this boy at least didn't share in the fashion sense of his other, would-be nemesis. Slowly, Ganondorf shook away the memories of green hats and approached this Harry Potter.

Harry looked up as he approached, looking fairly curious and somewhat bored. Ganondorf towered over him, preparing himself for a grand declaration before he ran the boy through, when he realized that he did not possess a sword. He frowned, flexing his fist, when the boy spoke.

"Who are you?"

Ganondorf paused, before turning towards the cheeky brat (where had that term come from?). "Who am I? WHO AM I? I am Ganondorf, scourge of the deserts, Thief King of the Tribe of the Gerudo. I am the man who shall claim the Triforce, tear down the Goddesses from the Heavens, destroy even Death, and rule, as the One True King of the World."

The boy's eyes widened in recognition. "Oh, Ganondorf." He paused. "I thought you'd be taller."

Ganondorf's teeth creaked. "Taller?! I could smite you where you stand. I will crush you like the insect you are!"

Harry tilted his head. "Really." The faint sense of power the boy had seemed to possess before, exploded. A veritable wall of power rushed out, sending Ganondorf staggering back a step. The ropes binding the boy to the headstone burst into flame, then fell away into ash just as quickly. The headstone itself cracked, then blew apart into rubble, pieces of the stonework ripping through the surrounding graves. The boy, no, the young warlock stepped forward, power surging around him, as a thin stick appeared in his hand. "Let's test that, shall we?"

Ganondorf ducked aside as yet another flaming boulder ripped past his head, gouging a furrow in the earth behind him. Ganondorf brandished the thin blade he had crafted from his magic, which felt, diluted almost, yet more responsive than he could ever remember it being. The boy, Harry Potter, stood in the middle of the graveyard, wand dancing as he ripped apart the landscape and sent it hurtling at Ganondorf. Ganondorf leapt aside as a pair of silver spears hurled past him, and then charged over the greasy stain that was all that was left of the cringing servant that had revived him. In his empty hand, Ganondorf summoned the Flame of Destruction, black tendrils dancing before he hurled it at his foe. A thick sheet of stone burst from the earth and exploded as the black fireball collided with it. Ganondorf himself charged through the burning wall, swiping at the fountain of power he could feel standing beyond it. With a clang, his blade met another. A quick exchange of blows, and then they stepped back, measuring each other.

Ganondorf chuckled, then began to laugh outright. "Never, Never in all my lives, have I faced a magus of such skill as you. Truly, this is..."

"Lives? You're a Looper?" In an instant, the ground had settled around them, the marks of their combat disappearing, as the boy walked forward, holding out his hand. "I didn't know your reality was Looping yet. Congratulations." Stepping deftly around his guard, the boy shook his free hand rather firmly, then stepped back. "So, anyway, shall we continue? I haven't had a chance to really let loose in a while."

"What is this foolishness you speak of? Looper? Reality? You speak of other worlds." Ganondorf paused, then his eyes lit up. "Do you know of the paths to the Sacred Realm? Answer, if you value your life."

Harry blinked. "Huh, usually new Loopers show up on the Hogwarts Express. Well, I guess I'll just have to, HEY!" Harry ducked as Ganondorf swung his blade, sending an arc of black magic shooting over his head.

"Enough prattle. I shall take what you know, even if I must break your spirit to do so."

"So, in summary, there are Anchors who are the first to Loop in their universe, with other Loopers following soon after. I have no idea why you would be the first one to Loop, but I have long learned that the Loops work in weird ways. Anyway, any questions?"

Ganondorf moaned softly around his split lip. He was currently tied to one of the last standing trees in the area. His clothes were closer to rags, with cuts and bruises covering most of his body, while Harry stood in front of him, his robes slightly torn, but otherwise looking rather chipper - though Ganondorf felt a vindictive pleasure at his blackened eye - with several pages of paper floating around him, various diagrams and pictures drawing and erasing themselves on each paper. Harry idly healed a few of the cuts along his arms, and some of the light bruising along his side as he waited, before moving on.

"Now, I wouldn't normally do this for a villain, but, ah, what the hell. There is this thing called a subspace pocket. Oh, and word of advice, ruling the world? Way too much paperwork. Unless you are the only person left, but that gets boring really quick. So, for the pocket, what you do is..."

2.3 - (Mivichi)

This lifetime had bothered Zelda ever since she remembered herself.

There was peace throughout Hyrule. She had not been able to find Link, and all the legends indicated that Ganon remained strongly sealed. Moreover, the existence of certain neighboring kingdoms puzzled Zelda.

A good portion of her memories of other lives insisted that the kingdoms had never before existed in Hyrule's history. However, her Triforce-granted knowledge of her past lives traced the growth of Hyrule until its borders met that of the Mushroom Kingdom. Her memories had confused her before, but the two sets had never clashed so badly before.

Zelda had no time to sort out what was wrong or right. Today, the ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom would arrive for a diplomatic meeting.

In Zelda's experience, that meant that this loops villain would be popping up as well. None of the usual Hyrule villains showed any signs of appearing. Did Princess Peach have any enemies?

A strange flying ship with rotors like that of a Peahat's spinners hovered above the palace as the courtiers milled about in panic. Zelda, watching through the window, noticed a cannon aimed at the throne room. She turned to the court. "Get out of here!" she demanded.

They couldn't hear over their own screams. Having never lived in an ocean age, none recognized the metal tube as a weapon.

A missile launched. It had eyes and a grinning mouth. It impacted the castle with a bang that shook the entire structure and tore a hole through the roof.

Zelda swiped her hand as she shouted a spell. It threw a sapphire shield up against the ceiling, catching the shattered stonework. The strain of maintaining the magic made her sweat.

Out of the corner of her eye, Zelda notice Princess Peach move forward. From nowhere, Peach pulled out a pink umbrella that matched her dress. She aimed the point at the center of the room. It shot out a red beam that expanded into a heart shape, pushing everyone except Zelda, the king, and a few of the royal knights out of the room's wide open doors and into the undamaged hallway.

Peach nodded to Zelda, and Zelda breathed a sigh of relief as she let the spell holding the debris slowly dissipate.

A gigantic, red-haired dragon-turtle burst in through the fading shield. He landed in a menacing half-lunge that emphasized the sharp spikes on his shell.

The monster's entire focus was on Princess Peach. "Princess," he thundered, "you're mine!"

Said princess unhurriedly shook out the flowing skirt of her dress before treading far enough away from the king that he would not be in danger. "My sincere apologies, Demon King Koopa, but I have no interest in being kidnapped. It would be best if you returned to your kingdom."

Zelda scrutinized what was apparently the villain of her current life. While looking into the status of the usual villains, she had found information that described Bowser, king of the Koopas.

Testing a theory, she cast a spell to detect evil. Her sight changed, displaying a purple miasma of hatred and madness that clung to King Koopa.

"Your Highness," Zelda called, "he will not listen. He has been affected by the curse of the fallen god, Demise."

The statement caused the king of Hyrule, previously shocked into silence by his daughter's unexpected display of magical prowess, to start spluttering incoherently.

Peach met Zelda's gaze evenly. "What is your usual method of breaking the curse?"

"Hey, don't talk about me like I'm not here!" complained Bowser.

Zelda considered Peach's question. "I have never encountered any way to remove the curse from the focus of it in the current generation," she replied. "The usual method of dealing with the curse, however, is to seal or to kill the villain using a goddess-blessed blade."

"Stop ignoring me!" Bowser bellowed furiously, flames spouting from his nostrils.

With a serious countenance, Peach pressed a hand against her cheek. "Killing is something I would prefer to avoid," she sighed. "I am afraid I currently lack any weapons that qualify."

Bowser roared and rushed toward Zelda. Having purposefully worn a dress whose skirts hid a slit up the side of her legs, Zelda had no trouble taking up a balanced pose. She gathered her power into her fists, ducked, and uppercut Bowser with a move learned during one lifetime as Sheik. His bellow transformed into a rumbling curse as he flew upwards.

Then Peach was under him. In the space of a moment, the parasol disappeared. A wooden club, not unlike that which children used in certain ball games, replaced it. She held it in an angle which caused it to glow before gracefully smashing it into Bowser.

Peach floated down to the ground as Bowser made another hole in the wall. He left overturned dirt in his wake as he skidded through the castle gardens.

That left Zelda gaping for a moment before she pulled herself together. "If you can hold him off for a few moments," she told Peach, "I have something which should do the trick."

Zelda dashed for the chamber behind the throne room, ignoring the sounds of battle behind her. She threw open a nominally unused cabinet. She slung a quiver over her shoulder. In another moment, she held the Light Bow in her left hand and the Golden Sword in her right.

She rushed back out to the throne room. She made sure to dodge the fretting guards clustered around the king. "Stay here! I can take care of myself!" she barked when a few moved to follow her. They stopped so suddenly that a few toppled over.

With a leap and a twist, Zelda cleared the hole in the wall and landed in the gardens.

Peach swung a steel frying pan. Bowser involuntarily flew through a hedge. The hedge caught on fire shortly thereafter.

"I'm back!" Zelda said to catch Peach's attention. She handed off the Golden Sword. "This should do the trick. All you have to do is stab him."

Bowser broke out of the burning bushes. As he gulped air in preparation for another breath of fire, Zelda put an arrow to her bow. A drop of magic transmuted it into a Light Arrow. The arrow, loosed from the bow, struck Bowser firmly on his head and stunned him.

Peach ran swiftly at the downed Koopa. Whenever he moved to stand, Zelda hit him with another arrow. Peach jumped and stabbed downwards. The sword cleanly cleaved into Bowsers' tail.

Zelda continued to stun him with arrows until he was entirely turned to stone. The airship above hastily flew off.

Peach knelt down to whisper something in the statue's ear and then stood, absently patting the new statue's head as if saying farewell to an old friend. She walked calmly to Zelda and offered the other princess her hand.

Zelda gladly shook it. "Sorry that you were attacked during your stay here."

"Oh, I'm used to it," Peach replied with a giggle. "Are you the local Anchor?"

"What's an Anchor?" Zelda questioned blankly.

Peach put a single gloved finger against her cheek as she tilted her head. "Oh, dear. Let me ask something different. Do you awaken in the same life over and over for no known cause?"

Zelda gave a startled affirmative. "But I have lived many different lives," she added hastily.

They were interrupted by the guards finally getting their acts together. Both the Hyrulian guards and Peach's mushroom-capped retainers were exiting the castle and running for their princesses.

"We need to meet in private later," Peach murmured quietly before the others reached them. "There are many things you need to know." Her lips twitched, and then she smiled warmly. "I am certainly looking forward to our kingdoms' alliance."

"...and so then, Bowser, of all people, lands on the roof, dressed in the same mask except black. Apparently, he was a long lost cousin of the turtles, or some such thing. Any way, it was most amusing to see Bowser attempting to learn how to ride one of their skateboards."

Zelda laughed as Peach finished her latest story. Zelda had felt that she was rather experienced, given the several lives she had lived. However, Peach had proved that she still had so much to see. Worlds upon worlds existed, and according to Peach, she herself was a relative newcomer to these worlds. Some people had been going through these repeated lives, these "Loops" for millenia or even longer.

Something of Zelda's thoughts must have shown on her face, as Peach set down her teacup to the side. "What is it?"

Zelda looked up, startled from her thoughts. "Nothing. I just..."

Peach smiled sadly. "I may not look it, but I am quite a politician. I can tell when someone is lying. Truly dear, what is troubling you?"

Zelda sighed. "How long? How long did it take before more people started Looping in your Loops?"

Peach nodded slowly. "Ah." She paused. "As I said, I am not the Anchor for my universe. That honor goes to Mario, my dashing hero-in-red. He doesn't talk that often, much like your Link, I understand, but I know that he spent quite some time alone before his brother began Looping with him." Peach winced. "I know that is probably not what you hoped to hear."

Zelda waved her hand. "No, no. It helps to know that I will not be alone in these many lives. Someday, Link will join me. And perhaps my father will as well."

Peach smiled. "That's the spirit." She then stood. "Now, I rather feel like getting some exercise. Come, I will teach you how to play this marvelous little game called Golf."

2.4 - (KrisOverstreet)

Ganondorf sat behind the desk and glared at the trio of minions standing before him, contemplating the injustice of the universe.

Apparently it was not enough that he be bored to tears by conquest in variation after variation of his home world. Apparently being forced to relive, if that was the term, the periods after his death when he became little more than another monster, more cunning but not more thoughtful than the others, was not sufficient either.

No, whatever ill fate it was that kept him repeating his lives over and over again without sense or reason had decided to change the world completely this time. Now, instead of a prince of thieves or a malign wizard or a monster of greed and shadows, he had been reincarnated as an organized crime boss, complete with the "legitimate businessman" and "pillar of the community" false fronts, in a world that bore no resemblance to Hyrule in any of its forms.

The pet was an additional taunt by the cruel universe. Granted, the black and red markings that dominated it appealed to his sense of style, and the fire powers and fighting spirit fit his own personality well. But why, why, WHY did it have to have a pig's face? After so many loops as Ganon the monster, he never, ever wanted to see any pig or pig by-product ever again.

And yet he couldn't hold it against Emboar. Emboar was smart, loyal and competent... which is more than could be said for the trio before him.

"I do not want to hear any more of your sniveling excuses," he growled at last. "I have a simple assignment for you. This assignment is so simple, not even you could possibly fail." Of course they would. Even if he hadn't said the fatal words, this trio would always find a way to lose. What was it about this universe that the most clever plots, the most advanced technology, the most potent magic could all be undone by the wits of an eleven year old child?

The trio groveled and pledged their thanks, their gratitude, their undying devotion to his cause. It would have made him sick if he hadn't heard variants on the same theme for as far back as he could remember.

"Cease your blathering and go!" he shouted, tossing a file folder at them. "I do not wish to hear from you unless you can report success!"

"Have no fear, almighty leader," the female said. "Team Rocket shall not fail you!"

"We have heard your command, and what you wish, we shall do!" the male said.

"Meowth! You betcha!" the Pokemon between them chimed in.

Ganondorf slumped in his chair and groaned as soon as the door closed behind them. Emboar, concerned, put a piggy hoof on his shoulder for comfort. To Ganon's surprise, it helped a little.

'The truly, truly sad thing,' he thought to himself, 'is those three nitwits are ten times as intelligent as the minions I usually get…'

2.5 - (NMS)

An overhead swing was blocked by his opponent's twin blades. With nary an effort, his blade was pushed aside. Off balance, he could do nothing as his opponent's foot collided with his head.

For the first time in more Loops than he could count, Link was getting his ass kicked.

His thrust was easily dodged, and his opponent replied by sinking one of their blades into his shoulder. He grabbed onto the offending blade before it could be pulled back, and lashed out with his own. The trapped blade disintegrated as its owner leapt away.

"Why do you continue to struggle?" Fi asked as her sword reformed in her grip. "There is a two percent chance that you will survive this encounter. My victory is assured."

"If you think a little challenge will make me back down, then you clearly don't know me." Link replied as hefted Ghirahim and charged at his foe.

It was amazing, Link mused, what a difference a simple swapping of weapons was. The massive blade of the demon king was an unfamiliar weight in his hands, one that he need one of his various strength increasing items to even wield.

And the spirit of the goddess sword was a much more dangerous opponent than Ghirahim. It wasn't that she was stronger, but more pragmatic. She felt no need to hide behind a weaker form. She didn't risk failure by playing around. Any opening he exploited was quickly corrected.

As his sword was swatted from him, Link looked her in the eye.

Next time, he'd be ready

2.6 - (Crisis)

Ganondorf had been riding after the princess and her guardian to prevent them from escaping with the key he needed to access the Triforce in the Temple of Time. They crossed the drawbridge out of a burning Castle Town when, suddenly, their horse reared in fright and bolted hard to the left.

'What?' he thought to himself, extremely puzzled.

"Sorrycan'tstayforthedramaticmeetingoffuturenenemiesaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" yelled a green-clad boy as he tore past on foot into the burning town.

'Huh?'

Then the veritable cloud of cuccos that had been pursuing the boy descended upon him.

2.7

Ganondorf Awoke feeling calm. Not just calm, he felt almost, serene. As if a cloak he had been wearing for a long time had been lifted. As he stood up from where he was sitting, he began to remember.

He was the Lord of the Gerudo and a close personal friend of the current King of Hyrule. He was a frequent visitor to the palace, and he had been helping the King plan after a prophecy had come out that a green-clad assassin would rise from the Fairy Wood, and would reclaim the land for the chaos of the Fey.

Ganondorf blinked for a second, before grinning. It would be an...interesting diversion, to play the hero for once.

2.8

Link Awoke while falling. While not a new experience, it was still rather frightening to see clouds rushing up to engulf him. He quickly twisted his wings to bring the tips to his mouth to whistle, then paused to think about what he was doing.

"Squak!"

Batreaux peered out of his window as an odd green Loftwing tumbled past, flapping and honking and obviously having forgotten how to fly. Several seconds later, it swooped back up, crowing loudly.

Link banked around, feeling the wind rush past his feathers. This was amazing! He felt free, unbound. Just as he curved over the roof of the Bazaar, a familiar whistle pierced the air. On instinct, Link twisted and dove, shooting past the lighthouse and down, towards a falling figure in green.

Link twisted around, and his rider landed squarely on his back. As Link began to climb, his rider spoke. "Oh joy, oh joy, I'm so glad you caught me, my beautiful fairy bird!"

Link froze, his wings stiffening into a glide, then he twisted his head to catch sight of his rider. Chubby cheeks, green outfit, slight paunch...oh no.

A slightly younger Tingle grinned on Link's back. "We must practice if we are to win the race and dance with Zelda. Kooloo Limpah!"

2.9 - (Mivichi)

Feeling disoriented, Malon paused in the middle of eating breakfast with her father. Something felt vaguely wrong. Looking around, she determined the difference with only a quick scan of the room. Cuccos should have been wandering underfoot. Instead, she heard the lowing of cows outside the ranch house, which should have been a simpler farm house.

Or maybe not; something about the surroundings tickled at her memories.

The neigh of a horse startled Malon out of her disorientation. Epona, her beautiful flaxen mare, helped pull their wagonload of bottled milk into town every day. Malon wondered if her hero, the fairy boy, would need to borrow her horse again.

Malon shook her head, trying to clear out the strange thoughts. Silly, she chided herself. She had never loaned anyone her horse or met any sort of hero. She had always lived in a ranch house and taken care of the cows. Her father did keep a few Cuccos, but the birds lived in their henhouse. Cuccos would make too much of a mess on the floor.

Really, now that she thought about it, she almost felt like she had lived her life before. They were indeed strange thoughts, if she dreamed of another her dreaming of her own life.

"Is everything all right, Malon?" asked her father, Talon, with concern.

Malon smiled brightly. "I'm fine! I was daydreaming for a moment, that's all," she declared. She took another bite of her omelette.

Talon chuckled. "About what?"

She thought it over as she chewed. After swallowing, she replied, "Horses. Should we get Epona re-shoed before or after the festival?"

Her father reached over to ruffle her hair. "That's my daughter," he laughed, "always the practical one. We have to wait until after, though. Smith is filling some kind of big order, and he does the best work."

"Ah, right, he's working on the sword for the champion," she recalled.

Talon sat back. "Huh, that makes sense. I didn't know what he was up to," he admitted.

When she thought about it, Malon realized that she shouldn't have known that, either. She couldn't work up the appetite to finish her meal.

That day, they went into town with a full wagon-load of milk to sell to the spectators of the sword competition. Malon did not have a chance to go watch it herself, but she consoled herself with the fact that every bottle they sold was a Rupee closer to better gear for Epona.

The next morning turned out much the same; sales kept her busy during the celebration for the victor, a mysterious young man by the name of Vaati. Later, the news spread: Vaati had shattered the legendary Picori Blade, unleashed monsters on the land, and turned Princess Zelda to stone.

Talon was shocked and frightened. Malon, somehow, was not.

Days later, Link, the grandson of the best blacksmith in Hyrule Town, stopped by their ranch house while they worked outside and asked if they needed help with anything.

He had a new hat, Malon noted. Pointed and conical, it made Link look like someone familiar: a person from her dreams, the fairy boy.

Talon waved off Link's offer of help. "We're fine, Malon and I. The monsters haven't tried hard to get past the fence after I gave a few a good whack with my shovel." He laughed deep in his chest. "We almost had a problem the other day when I'd dropped my key, but it turned out that Malon had grabbed the spare earlier and forgotten to return it, lucky for us." He shook his head. "Being locked out of the house in times like these would have been no good."

Talon turned back to his work, but Malon hovered next to Link, who was looking at her with puzzlement that she did not understand. A dry wind blew around them, ruffling the grass and carrying dust off the road.

Malon met Link's eyes. She thought they looked awfully old for a kid her own age.

Link opened his mouth to say something, then faltered. He glanced back and forth between her and Talon.

"What is it, Link?" she asked.

Link coughed once into his fist. "I know this sounds strange, but have you ever lived this life before?"

The denial she had immersed herself in abruptly found itself withered and swept away. "You, too?" she demanded to know.

The hat suddenly grew a bird head. It opened its beak and exclaimed, "Are you both nuts?"

Malon's warm sensation of reunion vanished as her mind tried to process Link having a talking hat.

Link smiled, unbothered, his eyes glistening. "Everything's all right," he told the bird, "for the first time in ages."

The way Link gazed at her as if she was the only other person in the world was dangerous, Malon contemplated with a flush. She doubted the fairy boy had a clue.

(2.1) - He's either saying the whole universe is in a time loop, or my uncle is a waterwheel.

(2.2) - There's always a bigger mage.

(2.3) - Don't mess with the princess(es).

(2.4) - Prepare for trouble, Make it the Triforce!

(2.5) - The odds are in her favor.

(2.6) - Cucco Bomb Development is a risky business.

(2.7) - Turnabout is a fair vacation.

(2.8) - My pin feathers are Tingling.

(2.9) - Malon is the girl next door...again and again and again.