THE LEGEND OF ZELDA LOOPS: MALON JOINS THE FRAY!
Author Note: I do not own Legend of Zelda, nor can I take credit for most of the ideas in these Loops. The author of a given Loop is credited by the Loop Number. I did write the footnotes, though.
And, Begin!
3.1
Zelda sighed internally as she lay across the back of the horse, Impa riding behind her. So far, this Loop had been fairly ordinary, though there had been something odd about Link when he had come to see her in the courtyard. In any case, she had decided to follow the script so far. She glanced over to toss the Ocarina of Time in the moat for Link, except...he wasn't there.
Zelda's heart skipped a beat. Was this actually a Variant Loop? Before she had time to try and reach out to Link telepathically (she had gotten better at it over the Loops), a sharp clatter of hooves revealed his location. Link, atop his horse Epona, charged in-between the fleeing horse Zelda and Impa were riding and the pursuing Ganondorf. In his hand, Link held a long bow that was hauntingly familiar to Zelda, with a glowing, silver arrow notched to fire.
*THOCK* Ganondorf reeled on his horse as the arrow embedded itself in his upper forearm. Two more arrows followed in quick succession, and Ganondorf fell from his horse. As he struggled to rise from the ground, Link leapt from Epona's back and drew a sword. Zelda started as she recognized it as the Master Sword. Ganondorf's look of shock was frozen onto his face as the blade pierced into his skull. With a flash of light, he turned to stone, before crumbling away.
"That was for Tetra"
Zelda almost didn't catch the soft declaration from Link, but as she did she quickly slid out from the saddle, twisting to land on the ground, and ran back towards Link, heedless of Impa's shouts behind her.
Link turned at her approach, his head tilted, and then his eyes widened as she tackled him in a hug.
"You're Awake!"
Link looked stunned as he stared up at her from the ground, before his countenance brightened. "You've finally started Looping?"
Zelda frowned. "I've always been Looping. I...I'm the Anchor."
"Actually, you are both Anchors."
Zelda and Link paused, before twisting to look at the source of the voice. Epona stood there, calmly, chewing on a few blades of grass. She tossed her head and spoke again, "After all you two have seen, a talking horse throws you off?"
Before she could react, Zelda found herself dumped on the ground as Link rolled and rose to his feet, the Master Sword in his hand, and planted himself between her and Epona. Epona giggled and then, changed.
In her place stood a tall woman with chestnut brown hair. She practically glowed, and some part of Zelda told her that this was a goddess. The goddess smiled at the two of them. "Hello, my name is Epona. I'm not the horse that you usually know, I am simply temporarily borrowing her mortal form to communicate with you. Ordinarily I would go through the Golden Sisters, but I thought this was something best explained in person."
Zelda and Link stood stunned as Epona finished explaining about her position as an Admin of Yggdrasil and how the Triforce was set up as Anchor. As she finished, Zelda had only one question.
"If...if we are Looping because of our connection to the Triforce, does that mean that Ganon could loop too?"
Epona frowned slightly. "He already is."
3.2 - (Mivichi)
Malon had thus far had spent several Loops, as Link thought of the repeated sections of their lives, as various incarnations of herself. Link always remembered himself during the loops. He told her she rarely did, at least from his perspective, but he appreciated her occasional company nonetheless.
As it was, Malon could do little to help him with his near-constant campaigns against Ganon or Vaati aside from providing Epona and supplies to the hero. She spent her free time learning more about whatever took her fancy: horses, farming, medicine. One loop she spent working out how to breed new varieties and colors of Cuccos.
When she had remembered herself this time around, she had been excited at exploring the Hero of Time loop more thoroughly. It should have been fun.
It would have been if Link had remembered her.
Malon wondered how Link dealt with it, being alone in loops all of the time. She refused to let it affect her, however, and ensured that Link had access to Epona and went about his business with as few obstructions as possible. Her Link had explained how the events usually played out.
She just had to survive the next ten years without him.
How naive she had been to not consider other possibilities, Malon later realized.
The ten years had passed as expected, if not precisely pleasantly. Link had come to the ranch one last time as he readied himself to face Ganondorf in what would be their final battle. And then the sky had darkened as if a thunderstorm approached.
Ganondorf appeared in all his dark majesty in the center of the ranch, ambushing Link with a prepared spell to disarm the hero. With a flick of Ganondorf's hand, Link and the Master Sword flew in two different directions. Link landed heavily against the fence of the enclosure, knocked unconscious when his head struck the iron bars.
Sheltered by Epona and beneath Ganondorf's notice, Malon watched in numb horror. Shaking, she could not get herself to move.
Ganondorf stalked towards Link. The Gerudo king drew his sword.
Malon wanted to scream. The sound stuck in her throat.
And Ganondorf cut off Link's head.
Malon watched it roll across the bloodstained ground, disbelieving tears in her eyes. This should not have happened. Ganondorf was not supposed to win.
"There," Ganondorf spoke to Link's corpse with satisfaction, "you will no longer impede my rule. I will be sure to end you here again when I next repeat this life. It works quite well."
Malon bit back a gasp as understanding hit her. Ganondorf, not Link, had Looped this time. Ganondorf had Looped before. He had spent the past ten years planning to win.
Link would be back with the next Loop. No one remained who could save Hyrule in this one. The Master Sword lay by her side, clean and shining despite rolling through the grass and soil, entirely useless without a wielder.
As Ganondorf laughed madly, Malon picked up the sword with arms strengthened by years of farm labor. Without a thought to the consequences, she rushed Ganondorf with the Master Sword held steady.
As focused on Link as the evil king was, her charge surprised him. As he turned to look at her, the sword was sliding smoothly between his ribs, a lucky strike. In the next instant, she was flung back on the dirt. He had hit her with a curse.
She felt cold, and pain. Warm, red liquid soaked the front of her blouse as she shivered.
Ganondorf began to slowly turn to stone. "Damn you!" he snarled as he watched her past his already deadened fingertips. The gray traveled slowly, steadily up his arm. "Who are you to do this to me?"
Malon might have told him could she still breath easily. Instead, she smiled at him. He had lost after all.
The pain slowly faded. Her vision darkened.
The world went away.
Next thing she knew, Malon found herself on a pirate ship.
3.3 - (Mivichi)
"Why the heck am I on a pirate ship?" Malon puzzled aloud even as the loop memories flowed through her mind.
Formerly of Windfall Island, Malon had been orphaned at a young age and left with her father's house and henhouse. One day, a young girl named Tetra had come ashore with a band of pirates and spontaneously decided to steal Malon's Cuccos.
Malon had ended up saving Tetra from the angry Cucco Swarm, and then both she and her Cuccos were offered a place aboard by the late pirate captain. The pirates regarded Malon well because, they claimed, her Cuccos made the tastiest eggs in the Great Sea.
Malon stayed for Tetra, who had been her first real friend.
And that led to the present. Tetra was standing to her right, looking through a telescope from the vantage point in the crow's nest. At Malon's words, Tetra had turned to Malon with a quizzical expression.
"Remembering a different lifetime?"
"In another age," was all Malon said.
Tetra pumped her fist in the air. "Yeah!" Then she started shaking Malon's hand. More quietly, she whispered, "I've never met another native looper besides Link. It's nice to really meet you!"
Malon blinked at the term "native". "Um," she began.
Tetra looked concerned. "You are a looper, right?"
"Ah, yes? Time loops? Different lives?"
Tetra nodded vigorously. "That's right. Do you need the 'welcome to the multiverse' speech?"
"Multiverse?" Malon asked weakly. The roots of the word gave it a pretty obvious meaning, but comprehending it was another beast entirely.
"Thought so. Come on, let's go to my cabin," replied the pirate before proceeding to push Malon towards the ladder, ordering a crewmember named Zuko to go on watch in their place.
"So that's that," said Tetra later that day. "Any questions?"
Malon's head swam. Tetra was Princess Zelda. Princess Zelda was a pirate (and enjoyed the opportunity to speak like one). Hyrule was underwater. Zelda had seen at least one other world.
The gods in charge of their loop had purposefully chosen the Triforce as the Anchor, even though they had known Ganondorf would loop.
Wanting to scream, Malon tried to hold in her emotions, gritting her teeth and breathing heavily. She refused to cry or scream or…
She couldn't predict what she would do.
"So," Zelda asked archly, "what did my sofa ever do to you?"
"Ah?" Malon glanced down. Without realizing it, she had ripped into the teal cushions until the one she sat upon leaked its downy stuffing. She loosened her grip and clasped her hands, ashamed at her loss of composure. "...It's nothing."
The two sat in silence for a few minutes. Malon fisted her hands and rested her forehead against them, swinging her legs and fidgeting. Zelda sat much more calmly. She had her head cocked and observed Malon with one eye.
Finally, Zelda spoke. "C'mon, you can tell me," she coaxed gently.
Malon remained silent for a few moments longer. "I… I met Ganon during my last loop. The looping version," she slowly admitted, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "It wasn't… I…"
The memory engulfed her mind: Link beheaded, Ganondorf skewered, herself mortally wounded. The sword had stabbed into him so easily. Malon could still smell the blood, all three of theirs mixed together. Her nausea rose swiftly. She turned just in time to heave on the floor instead of Zelda.
The pirate wordlessly held Malon's hair back, soothingly stroking her head as she heaved and cried. When Malon had settled enough, Zelda fetched a clean towel, an empty bucket, and a glass of fresh water. She wiped Malon's face and proceeded to clean the floor while Malon gargled the water.
Then, Zelda carefully drew the story out of Malon. The pirate kept one arm wrapped around the shoulders of the farm girl. Malon clung onto the other's hand, grateful for the support.
After Malon finished, Zelda ruminated over the tale. "You did well, you know, especially for someone who's barely started looping. You're stronger than you think. I won't say the first times are always the worst, but…" The sentence trailed off.
Malon, unsure if she wanted to know, asked, "First what?"
"Deaths. Kills. As long as you think like a person and not a monster, both can be hard." Zelda smiled wistfully, eyes full of old regrets. "Do you want to be able to do more?"
Malon met Zelda's gaze and nodded shakily.
Zelda's smile brightened. "Good. I have a few ideas on what you can do. First, let me show you something called a subspace pocket."
Malon stood in front of the entrance to a fairy fountain. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asked Zelda nervously.
They were travelling around the ocean while an Unawake Link quested to take down Ganondorf. Zelda had plans for how to make the process easier, and meanwhile she had tossed Malon at what Zelda considered necessary training. The fairy fountain visit was the next step.
"Look," Zelda said seriously, "energy manipulation - like Hyrule's magic - is something you can use in almost all loops. The first step is learning how to do it, and it's easiest to get the foundations from your home loop if you can."
"I thought Great Fairies rarely helped anyone but heroes," protested Malon weakly. She couldn't imagine herself as a sorceress like Zelda.
Zelda waved off Malon's worry. "The fairies serve the goddesses, and most deities are what're called Loop Aware non-loopers," the pirate replied. "It will be fine. Besides, the Master Sword let you use it. You're hero material."
"All right," Malon said dubiously. She entered the pink conch house and dropped through the hole in the ground.
The interior was spectacularly beautiful. The smooth water of the fountain gently reflected the light of a small golden fairy above it.
Malon walked up to the edge of the fountain. The fairy dramatically swirled amidst a burst of light, and a green Great Fairy replaced her. Humanoid, but with an inhumanly smooth face and a ghostly body, the fairy practically hummed with power.
"Greetings, child," the fairy spoke with a musical voice, resonant as water in a crystal chalice. "What is it that you seek?"
"Whatever you think it best to give me," Malon replied firmly, "even if that is nothing."
Light again swirled around the fairy. Two of her dark hands cupped themselves, and the other two hands guided her breath towards the lotus that had appeared in her other palms. The petals swirled around Malon, who heard joyous laughter as the glow enveloped her.
When the light had returned to normal, the fairy smiled down at Malon, who felt strangely warm and energized. "Dear child, we are glad to help anyone so loved by the goddesses."
Knowledge flowed from the Great Fairy into Malon even as the fairy explained aloud, "You have always had magic, though you realized it not, else you would not have eternally reconnected with your equine companion. The strength of your call has increased. Now, you may ask any animal for its aid."
Shaking off her stunned surprise, Malon curtsied deeply and gratefully. "Thank you," she said with a sincere smile, "I am honored."
With another tinkling laugh, the fairy swirled and disappeared in another burst of light, leaving only a scattering of tiny golden fairies behind.
Malon turned to walk into the glowing circle that would transport her back to the surface. Next time she saw her Link, maybe she could adventure with him.
Back on the surface, she tackled Zelda and broke into giggles. "I have magic!" They whirled each other around in a joyful dance until they were breathless and dizzy. "Say," Malon inquired as fought her breathing back under control, "do you know any good spells?"
Clapping her hands with glee, Zelda beamed at Malon. "Let's see what I can teach you," was her reply. "How do you feel about explosives?"
On the roof of Ganon's Tower and carefully wrapped in a cape enchanted for invisibility, Malon watched Zelda, now looking distinctly like a princess, carefully orchestrate for Ganondorf to "win" the Triforce from Link and Zelda. The former was nowhere near as unconscious as she pretended.
The golden artifact appeared. That was Malon's cue. Touching one hand against the Triforce, she felt extraordinary power float through her body. She dropped the cloak in the middle of Ganondorf's monologue.
"Heehee, I got here first," Malon giggled. Behind her, King Daphnes let out a yelp of surprise. "Aaaanyways," she said, "my wish is for there to be plenty of fish and other non-man-eating life in the Great Ocean. It's not such a bad place to live, really, but more food sources wouldn't hurt. Neither would a little more land, maybe, but fish would be nicer."
The Triforce burst into light and disappeared.
"Fish?" both Ganondorf and the Hylian king exclaimed.
Ganondorf roared in anger. "Fish! All the power in the world, and you ask for fish!"
Malon hummed while activating her magic power. In the ocean above, she felt the presence of all the new animals. The Golden Goddesses had been kind - vindictive, from another perspective.
Walking backwards with a childish, dancing sway, Malon grinned mischievously and maintained eye contact with Ganondorf.
Then, the waters of the ocean began to pour down, and a pile of fish fell on him.
When the fish flopped around in a desperate search for water, Zelda cast a spell that washed them off the sides of the tower and into the swirling Great Sea that now covered the ancient lands of Hyrule. Ganondorf, despite being uncovered, remained on the ground, unconscious and twitching.
Raising an eyebrow, Zelda turned to Malon. "Did you just kill Ganondorf with fish?" she demanded to know.
Malon blushed and wrung her hands. "He's still alive!" she argued.
"Barely!"
Turning quite pink, Malon admitted, "I think those were all either poisonous or a little magical. Thank the Triforce."
Zelda's other eyebrow joined the first. "Huh, nice." Turning her attention elsewhere, the princess nudged Link with her bow to rouse him. "Okay, hero, Ganon is out of it. You're up."
3.4 - (Zap Rowdowser)
Link looked around. The puzzles filling this mechanical dungeon had been complex, but nothing he couldn't handle with a few hookshots, switchhooks, and liberal use of the bunny hood, pegasus boots, and Roc Cape. Only the boss was left, and if she wasn't lying about the oddly colored gas being piped in, he only had a few minutes to fight the battle. He ignored her taunts about his parentage and evident obsession with Tolkein entirely; it was clearly an attempt at distraction and none of her missiles were doing more than glancing damage. Admittedly, he wasn't sure who his parents were this loop either, but he didn't much care for Tolkein, he couldn't sit still long enough to read a book that length. Putting one of his several Ocarinas of Time to his lips, he played the familiar Song of Healing, as he had promised Chell when she had Looped in as Medli.
No sooner than he had finished, a translucent human form departed from GLaDoS' core towards a great light above that appeared out of nowhere. Looking closely, he could see, in the light, the general outline of a bearded, balding man; Cave Johnson, probably, if the portrait he saw while exploring for anything useful was accurate. There was a faint gust of wind that sounded like a thank-you rushing from the spirit; pointy human-loop ears never were as good at hearing spirits as real Hylian ears.
As the light of the gate to the afterlife faded, it gathered into a mask, as per the standard for that song, which fell to the ground as the poisonous gas ceased to flow. This mask, unusually for such masks, looked largely human, although there were metallic and plasticine aspects to it that resembled the harness hanging from the ceiling above him. Judging from the hair, it was female. Early on, Link had been surprised by how hominid the masks and forms they gave him could be, compared to the spirits the masks derived from; he had long since ceased to be surprised after the fifteenth mask gained from putting an animal gave him a bipedal form, so the lack of resemblance of the mask to the metallic and plasticine core the spirit had been trapped in was curious, as always, but no longer confusing at all. Link shrugged, and put the mask into his subspace pocked. He'd find a use for a female cyborg form eventually.
3.5
Zelda awoke to scorching heat. That, in and of itself, wasn't that unusual. Most of the towers that she woke up imprisoned in seemed to have absolutely no ventilation. However, the light shining in her face and the wind howling told her she was in the desert. She sat up from the bed she was laying on and glanced around. From her skin tone and, she pulled a strand of her hair in front of her face, her hair color, she was almost certainly a Gerudo. Those were always interesting loops. Idly, Zelda wondered if she would be the long lost Hyrulian Princess, or if it would turn out that Nabooru switched places with her. As her Loop memories slowly filtered in, she paused. She had arrived well before she usually did, and...
"Mom, mom, look what I found!"
A red-headed Gerudo child burst into the tent, a thin, broken sword clutched in his hands. He waved it around excitedly, and her Loop memories led her to speak without thinking.
"Be careful, my little Ganondorf. We don't want our strong protector to lose an eye, now do we?"
Oh boy.
Zelda, or rather, Zeviru, as she was named in this Loop, sat up in bed weakly. Over her time in the Loops, she had gained enough magic that she could stave of most sicknesses almost unconsciously. Unfortunately, that meant that when she got sick, she got hit hard.
She looked up as the flap of her tent opened, and Ganondorf stepped in. It was still so odd to see the Evil King standing there and not feeling at least a little fear, though she did feel a bit of a mother's apprehension at the lopsided smirk Ganondorf was wearing.
"I'm off, Mother."
Zelda smiled. "Oh, and where is my little Gan-Gan going now?"
His smile twitched, and then fell. "Please don't call me that."
Zelda smiled wider. "Oh, but you will always be my little Gan-G..."
Ganondorf coughed, loudly, before straightening. He struck his "Guardian of the Desert" pose, staring out of the tent flap, and Zelda smiled as she looked at the man her son had become. "And isn't that an odd thought, Ganondorf as my son."
"Soon. Soon, you will no longer have to live in this ragged tent, underneath the heat of that unbearable sun. Soon, the Gerudo people will take their rightful place. I, Ganondorf, shall see to it. I shall bring our people to greatness!" He turned to look at her and grinned. "Mother, tomorrow I ride...for Hyrule!"
Zelda froze, then sighed. "I suppose I knew this day was coming." She opened her eyes, and smiled, wanly at him. "Son, I have some things to tell you before you go."
Ganondorf sat, transfixed, as his mother finished her tale. She was staring down at her thin blanket, obviously lost in thought. Ganondorf sat back, thinking on what he had just learned, of Loops and Anchors and his... other self. Then, he began to laugh.
His mother looked up at his laughter, her face drawn in confusion. He stood, raising his arms up in his joy. "My victory is assured. By right of birth, I am both King of the Gerudo, and the rightful heir to the throne of Hyrule. I shall unite both under my reign, and bring all people together in my most glorious nation. Fear not, mother, for I shall reclaim thy throne!" Still laughing, he spun and exited the tent.
Zelda, sat there, before a coughing fit broke her out of her reverie. "Well, that wasn't what I wanted him to get out of that. Poor Link." She paused, then shrugged. "Payback for trying to get my attention by throwing a Cucco through my window." Zelda shuddered.
3.6 - (Crisis)
Zelda brushed her hair as she reflected on how she'd learned that Hyrule was in a Linked Loop with its mirror counterpart Lorule. It had been difficult, since there was only one variation of her Loop so far that naturally had anything to do with Lorule, but the indicator was hardly subtle.
It was hard not to notice when an invasion you were fully expecting simply failed to happen.
So she'd investigated, slipping through the dimensional barrier between the mirror universes that was cracked and weak this Loop, and encountered a Loop-weary Hilda who was fully willing to let her kingdom collapse if it meant sparing other realms. The eternal chaos of Hyrule's mirror counterpart had worn Lorule's Anchor down over the course of the Loops until she was ready to simply give up.
And Zelda couldn't have that. Link may have had a number of lady friends over their numerous lifetimes before and during the Loops, including ones that Zelda found were quite pleasant to socialize with, but none were the kind of female peer that Hilda was. So she'd taken matters into her own hands and arranged a deal with the evil Yuga that she'd felt would lure Link into saving Lorule when he quested to defeat the threat to Hyrule.
It hadn't been until later that she'd even considered that Demise's curse might have helped guide that particular decision.
But it had worked. Link had defeated Yuga, and Zelda had discussed the Loops with the sole Lorule Anchor and come to a decision. Hilda had agreed to allow events to proceed as normal if she could not forestall disaster in Lorule on her own, and regardless of events she and Zelda would make time in those rare Loops where the boundary between their universes was thin enough to cross.
It had been rare to see Hilda, but so wonderful each time. They talked about their lives, the Loops, their respective off-and-on paramours (Ravio had apparently started looping soon after their agreement), and generally did the things normal girls got to do when they socialized but princesses like them didn't. Hilda was particularly interested in stories of fused Loops since she and Ravio apparently didn't get out of Lorule much.
One of the things Zelda talked with Hilda about at times was her hobby of trying to arrange possible alternate histories for future Loops, and the wildly varying heritages that she'd ended up with as a result. Hilda had taken to poking fun at her for being unable to stick to a single hair or eye color in response, and so she'd planned a prank in retaliation. The variation in her appearance wasn't for Link, though she hoped he appreciated it as well.
The resemblance between her and the fellow Anchor of Lorule was uncanny in any Loop. Now it was downright spooky.
It had taken several Loops of finding a dark-haired Sheikah that was suitable to court, but finally the history had taken for the current Loop as her genetic heritage and the serendipity of the Loops had done the rest. Her hair was a deep indigo. Her eyes were crimson. Her complexion just the slightest bit darker than than was usual in the baseline. She'd had the dress and regalia she was wearing custom made to match Hilda's preferred garb down to the stitch. She knew because she and Hilda tended to raid each other's closets whenever they got together and she'd kept a few in her subspace pocket (that she'd rather not be damaged if Hilda was less than amused). And her makeup was a textbook match for what Hilda normally used.
She could easily be taken as Hilda's identical twin.
She felt the portal form behind her and Hilda step through. Her counterpart's magical signature was unmistakable.
"Zelda," she heard the princess of Lorule call out flatly. She didn't sound amused.
Zelda turned around, and was promptly blindsided by hysterical laughter as she caught sight of her counterpart. Apparently the Loops had a pretty good sense of humor too.
Hilda, on the other hand, was most decidedly not amused.
"Why. Am. I. Blonde?"
3.7
Ganon stormed into the pitiful Hyrulian Ranch, smashing down the gate as he went. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to pay back that wench for what she did. A couple loops burning this place to the ground would be cathar"BAWK!"
Ganondorf looked down at the ground. A small white Cucco sat there, tilted over from where he had kicked it in his rage. Looking at it laying there was niggling at a memory, but he couldn't remember"BAWK!"
Ganondorf looked up, just in time to see the White Death descending.
3.8 - (gibbiousmoons)
Something was wrong.
Link stirred on his bed, pulled the covers off of his chest and sat up so he could look out his window. The familiar view was of a maze, and a small chest. He was in one of the stranger times for him to reincarnate, then. He was Link-the-boy-with-no-fairy. The young boy smiled. There was something he'd been wanting to do, for old time's sake.
Just then, a blue speck of light flew through his treehouse' door. "Wake- oh, you're already awake." Navi said. "The Great Deku Tree wants to see you, Link!"
"I'll be right there!" He said, and leaped out of bed, his old/new friend trailing behind him as he rolled off the balcony to the ground below.
Hopefully nothing much had changed, because Link was looking forward to meeting his friends again the old fashioned way.
Some time later...
"Something's wrong." Zelda said, laying down and looking up at the blue sky.
Beside her, Link blinked himself back into full wakefulness. "What?"
"Don't you think we've been sitting here a little longer than usual?" They'd been waiting to catch of glimpse of Ganondorf through the hall's window, so they could tell which particular variant they were dealing with this time.
"It's only been a few hours." Link said, but frowned. "Are you sure he was supposed to come talk to your father today?"
"Of course."
Link mumbled something under his breathe.
"What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything!"
"No, you definitely said 'well excuse me, princess!'"
Link waved his hand. "So what if I. . . Hey Zelda?" His hand hung in the air.
"Yes?"
"Doesn't Impa usually come throw me out if we make too much noise? And where are the guards?"
The pair of Anchors climbed to their feet, and peered about intently. Link reached out and drew his Kokiri blade, the only sword that really fit right in his child-sized hands. Trying to use the Master Sword or any of his other blades, especially Biggoron's Sword, while in child form just didn't work. "Come on." He said, and took off for the exit with Zelda hot on his heels, a bow in her hands.
No Impa barred their way, and no guards were anywhere to be found as they charged down the path to Castle Town, and the distant sound of screams.
A mere minute later, they arrived, and Link swallowed dryly, but hefted his sword and shield nonetheless. Zelda drew her hand through the air, pulled an arrow forged of light and nocked it to her bow. "Oh no." She whispered.
"Oh Yessss." Ganondorf hissed, drawing out the last syllable as he flexed his fingers and pulled his sword out of the ruin that had once been the Temple of Time. A glowing triangle appeared on his hand, then vanished, and Hyrule's third Anchor snarled, "I've been waiting for this, Hero. This time. . . no cheating."
3.1) I guess Mister Ed isn't the only talking horse in the world.
3.2) Heroes need not wear green.
3.3) One fish, two fish, pile on you fish!
3.4) You call this a dungeon? Where are the flaming bats?
3.5) Behind every conqueror of the world, there is an exasperated mother.
3.6) Mirror mirror, Hi and Lo, where did all my black hair go?
3.7) The Cuccos LIKE Malon.
3.8) Now, the real fights begin.