LEGEND OF ZELDA TIME LOOPS: ENTER THE IMPA!
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6.1 - (Mivichi)
"You serve Hyrule!" shouted the prince angrily at the white-haired Sheikah standing between his pet magician and the teenaged Princess Zelda. "Supporting her will lead to its fall!"
Impa did not remove her eyes from the magician and held her enchanted daggers in a guard position. She had already rendered the Great Hall's guard detail thoroughly unconscious with the use of a specific pressure point. The prince had neither the magic nor martial ability to be a threat, and he was on the magician's far side besides. "No, Highness," Impa rebuked her former charge, "your lust for the Triforce is already well on its way to doing so."
Part of her wondered yet again if she should have removed the prince from her worries before the legendary upheaval began, but no, Impa refused to be that much of a monster.
The normal timeline's history had not spoken of any Impa being involved. Impa reasoned that if that fact had changed, perhaps the prince would be different as well. Her gamble had failed.
Compounding the problem, the magician had enough power and skill to truly be an issue. He could have been an incarnation of Vaati or of Ganon; his robes concealed his appearance too well for Impa to be sure. At least he showed no signs of being Awake.
The prince sneered at Impa. With a grand gesture, he pronounced, "You are a shortsighted fool! Magician, get rid of-"
"One moment, please," Zelda suddenly interrupted. She raised a hand as if she were in a schoolroom. "I've got… Excuse me, I must converse with my nursemaid regarding our current course of action. It would be best for all of us if we resolved this peacefully."
The prince, the magician, and Impa all turned to stare at Zelda. "You have finally come to your senses, sister?" the prince asked finally, disbelief warring with hope.
"I feel as though I have freshly Awaken," Zelda replied honestly with a hard stare at Impa.
The prince crossed his arms. "Fine, you may have five minutes to talk if Impa disarms herself."
Zelda sent Impa a look that brooked no argument. Impa might have argued with an Unawake Zelda, but serving any incarnation of Zelda was Impa's eternal duty. Impa dropped her enchanted daggers from her hands, then unloaded another pair from the sheaths on her back, throwing knives from the inside of her vest, poisoned needles from her pockets and belt pouches, and a hunting knife from her right boot.
It was far from her full supply of weapons, not that anyone else would know.
Both the prince and the magician stared at the pile of weaponry with some alarm. With a somewhat shakier voice, the prince declared, "If either of you attempt to escape, the magician will kill Impa immediately."
"Understood," Zelda replied before taking hold of Impa's arm and dragging Impa's head down to her height. In a hissed whisper, she demanded to know, "Impa, are you a looper?"
Unfortunately, Impa could see no way to deny it. "I am," she reluctantly admitted, "and I have been for some time."
"I can't believe you didn't tell me! Has it only been my loops, or-?"
"No, I have seen those of Link and of Ganon as well, along with what I believe is called a Star Trek loop. A Mr. Spock gave me 'the talk'."
"And you decided to handle loops like a Trekker," Zelda said with sudden understanding. Most Star Trek loopers held to a looping version of the Prime Directive, changing the course of local events as little as possible. "Well, except for this time, if my loop memories are accurate."
"To some extent," Impa allowed. "Usually, I confine myself to subtlety and subterfuge."
Zelda sent Impa a look of amused disbelief. "Really." She gestured at their surroundings.
The castle's largest room had suffered significant structural damage. The fallen guards littered the floor, and the area between Zelda and the prince had largely been reduced to rubble.
Impa grimaced. "My methodology this loop lacked my normal finesse. Some of my baseline abilities have become unexpectedly rusty."
"And if you used your other abilities, the current situation is not a problem?" Zelda asked pointedly.
"As you wish," Impa conceded.
Without turning around, she withdrew two phasers from her subspace pocket and shot behind her. She did not need to look to know that she had killed the magician and knocked out the prince, though she checked to be sure. It was only prudent.
Zelda craned her head around Impa. Contemplatively, the princess noted, "I would have thought that magical shields defended against energy weapons."
Impa unbent her body and relaxed into parade rest after re-pocketing her phasers. "Mine are blessed."
"Ah. Makes sense." Zelda nodded wisely. "So. Will you stop Trekking around Link and myself when we are awake?"
Impa reluctantly agreed. "I will, at least, let you know when I am awake," she promised.
Zelda nodded. "Good." She grinned impishly. "Then, to make up for previous loops, let's see what we can do with this one. I do so rarely Awaken before being placed into the enchanted sleep."
Impa placed one hand on her hip and tilted her head. She said nothing, but the smirk on Zelda's face was far from reassuring.
6.2
Ganondorf stood in the top of his tower, watching as once again, the Helmaroc King carried in the younger sister of Link. He toyed with the idea of killing her before the Hero got here to torment him, but ultimately discarded it. If this version of Link was awake, it would likely just send him into a berserk fury that would end with pieces of the Forsaken Fortress raining down all across the Great Sea. Ganondorf shuddered. Link's subspace pocket was full of bombs. So many bombs.
The door behind him creaked, and he turned, to see a moblin wander into the room. It rambled over, a scroll clutched in its hands. Ganondorf rolled his eyes. They had likely shot down one of the postmen again and found out that the letter wasn't edible. He grabbed the letter from the stupidly staring Moblin and was somewhat surprised to see his name written on the outside. Slowly, he unrolled the scroll. On it was written a single word.
*Doink*
Ganondorf barely had time to curse before he dropped to the floor, slowly turning to stone. Link grinned as he removed the Moblin Ring from his finger, then pulled off the Stone Mask. He had tested this combo with Zelda, and even when she was actively trying to contact him through the Triforce, she couldn't distinguish him from a normal Moblin. He then stored away his Master Kitchen Knife. The hardest part of setting this up had been getting a Kitchen Knife away from a Tonberry, but the repeated deaths had been worth it for seeing Ganondorf's face. If he spent the next few Loops killing Ganondorf while a Moblin, he could probably get Ganondorf to kill Moblins on sight.
6.3 - (OracleMask)
"You foolish wizard!"
Saruman nearly jumped out of his many-colored robes as the dark-skinned and red-haired form of Sauron Dragmire, Dark Lord of Mordor, materialized inches away from him inside Orthanc. While he somehow managed to keep outwardly composed, inside the Istari was swearing up a storm. All his plans for Middle-Earth, for Mordor and the Ring...ruined! But he would make Sauron pay dearly in the battle, and who in Middle-Earth was to say that Saruman had not sacrificed himself nobly for the good of all? Gandalf's words would be taken as slander, and Saruman's reputation would be inviolate. An excellent way to end things.
"You think you are worthy to usurp my power and overthrow me when you have an army as pitiful as this? Well, we will soon fix that."
...Instead of attacking, Saruman blinked as Sauron magically summoned up diagrams, charts, and a scale model of Orthanc.
"First, the matter of your base of operations! I see you have constructed tunnels under your tower, but they are far too small! What you must do is -"
" - and while the creation of Uruk-Hai is truly clever, you have crippled their fighting prowess with shoddy weapons and armor! You must use better quality steel from now on. I will loan you a blacksmith from Harad, and you will have two days to learn the proper techniques from him."
Saruman tried not to show his confusion and excitement he frantically took notes.
"Next, consider your air support. If you truly wish to take Mordor, you will need to account for the fell beasts that guard my skies!"
Ganondorf, meanwhile, was hiding a wicked smile. Teaching these so-called villains how to conquer and rule was very entertaining. And in this case, not only did it save him from having to deal with yet another victorious hero emerging from the wilderness with a blessed blade, but if Saruman actually managed to succeed in his plans for the Free Peoples...Ganondorf might even get a decent fight out of him later.
6.4 - (Indalecio)
It was night, and a shadowy figure walked away from the head office of Cyberdyne Systems. When it was far enough away, it removed what looked like a mask, revealing a, young blonde man in jeans and a green hoodie.
Link sighed. Using the Glados mask as a way to deal with Skynet hadn't gone as planned.
Oh well. Maybe he'd try something different if he ever got the chance.
John Connor woke from what seemed to be a very long sleep. He was in glass and plastic pod. Cheesy elevator music played from somewhere near him. Pushing open the pod, he got up and saw he was in a small room with see-through walls and a door. Beside him, he could see the music was coming from a small radio.
As he pondered how he got to be there, a voice echoed inside the chamber.
"Hello and welcome again to the Cyberdyne Systems Enrichment Center. We hope your stay in the Relaxation chamber has been a pleasant one. Your specimen has been processed and we're now ready to begin the test proper."
Throughout the rest of his life, John kept wondering what set of circumstances had led up to this.
6.5 - (Mivichi)
Today's Chore - Dungeon Upkeep
Clad in fire-proof red clothes, Link aimed with his hookshot at a suitable target above. Zelda, also in red, clung with her arms around his neck as he pulled them up to a higher ledge.
A magma-veined giant centipede awaited them. Zelda released her grip before Link. Lightly dropping to the ground, she equipped a bow. A bomb arrow shot down the monster's maw. The bow disappeared as Zelda turned away and pulled her shawl over her mouth.
The centipede shuddered, turned to stone, and then exploded. Ash liberally coated Zelda's dress and blonde hair, turning both a dusty gray.
Link, releasing the hookshot, landed as lightly as Zelda had. He stepped over the rocky remnants of the centipede and peered over the opposite side of the ledge. "Yeah, this is the Fire Temple entrance all right," he said dryly.
Outside, it had looked like a normal mountain. Inside, it proved to be an active volcano. Platforms and unstable bridges crisscrossed the interior, underneath which a pool of lava glowed.
Link's experienced eyes tracked the routes. "The standard jump boosting item should be in there," he said, pointing to a doorway at the end of one bridge. The ledge it was next to another ledge just a little too far to reach with a normal jump.
Jabbing his finger at a entryway near the top of the chamber, he continued, "And that's where the temple guardian will be." He shook his head. "You know, until we had fused loops, I thought finding dungeons in volcanos was normal."
"Just like depending on ten-year-olds to save the world, correct?" Zelda responded with a grin as she brushed the dust off of herself. "Even better, this one is obviously designed for two people." Several of the doors had bars on them and a switch on each side.
Link laughed. "You were expected, 'sis'," he joked.
Loop memories had them growing up together as brother and sister. Clues they had uncovered so far said otherwise. The loop appeared to follow the 'hidden heir' archetype: Ganondorf had taken over Hyrule and disposed of the entire royal family nine years ago, but rumor said that the young princess had survived.
Zelda chuckled. "Does that mean I finally get loot this time?" she snarked. "Well, let's get on with calming the mountain and rescuing the ranch. Too bad we can't launch off some spells and be done with it, but…"
"...Not a good idea to make an avatar of Din angry around anything hot," Link agreed. He clambered over the side of the ledge and down the convenient handholds carved down the mountain's interior. "We need to get back that ring."
His voice rose in volume as he descended. "Honestly, Malon's mother scares me. She might only be half-Gerudo, but she has their temper! If she's normally like this, I'm glad it's the first time I met her."
"It's the first time for me, too," Zelda noted as she provided Link cover, taking out a swarm of fire keese with a slingshot and an ice spell. "You would think we would have met her before in some loop variant, but I only ever see her with Talon and Epona."
Zelda stepped off the ledge and dropped straight down. She pulled out a Deku leaf and slowed her fall enough to land safely next to Link.
Link scratched the back of his head. "It doesn't mean anything, right?"
"Probably," Zelda agreed as she surveyed the next part of the path.
A rope bridge extended over the chasm in front of them. It wasn't very sturdy. They traded looks.
Bowing mock-courteously, Link gestured towards it. "Ladies first."
She teleported to the other side. Turning back towards Link, she curtsied just as mockingly. "Can't keep up?" Zelda asked sweetly.
"It's on," he promised, and the race began.
6.6 - (Mivichi)
Malon hummed happily as she drew another line on the blueprint. The sound echoed beautifully off of the organometallic walls of her workshop. This promised to be another useful invention. Being a genius was the best, thought the part of her not busy thinking of twenty different things to try before teatime.
"Malon? What dat?" Link asked worriedly, then frowned. "I mean, 'what's that?'" Under his breath, he muttered, "Stupid Nornish verbal tics."
Malon cackled. Giggled. It was definitely a giggle, Link tried to reassure himself.
Link did not manage to do so. The mad scientist laugh sent off all sorts of internal alarm bells. He rubbed his right ear, which was larger and much more sensitive than it was when he was a Hylian. His species, called Norns, were short, furry, big-eyed, all-around cute, and generally stupid. Norns normally walked around fur-clad - brown, in his case - but he had insisted on wearing a variation of his normal outfit even after Malon sown in a dozen gadgets that he was frankly scared to test.
"Malon," he sighed, "please tell me this isn't going to be a formative loop for you."
She peered over the holographic screen at him. Her change in species from human to Shee had given a broader nose, ears longer than a Hylian, enormous eyes, and a light coat of white fuzz. It had also given her a preference for wearing robes that were a cross between a dress and a white lab coat, not to mention the near-insanity and extraordinary intelligence characteristic of her species.
In this loop, Malon was the Lone Shee, a genius among geniuses, so entranced by inventing that she had missed her race abandoning their home planet and had to build a living spaceship to play catch-up. Whatever the normal power source was, in their current loop, the Lone Shee had created a functional warp portal that was subsequently jury-rigged to siphon energy from the Triforce in the Sacred Realm.
The ship had launched via supervolcano, which made a mess of the cataclysmic kind on the (almost certainly entirely) abandoned planet. The Lone Shee rarely acted with any restraint. Her sheer intelligence had seemingly killed and buried her common sense.
This behavior remained unchanged even after Malon Awakened. Shortly afterwards, it had become apparent that Ganondorf had awakened in the body of a Grendel - the mean, reptilian, and extremely dangerous counterpart of Norns. Malon had immediately conceptualized biomechanical devices that she insisted would force him into hibernation for the duration of the loop if she could get them built.
She had done it, too, as easily as cracking an egg. That the devices also played orchestral music and smelled faintly of hazelnut butter were, Malon had insisted, completely necessary for the setup to function.
Now she was making… something.
"Nothing is wrong with this loop!" Malon protested cheerfully. "I've been having lots of fun. With a few more trials, I think I can figure out how to gene-splice with magic so I can do it in other loops." She poked at her blueprint again. "This will be an aquarium for my future Octo-Cuccos."
Link ran that phrase over in his head. It did not change what he had heard. "You're making bomb-spitting aquatic birds with tentacles?"
Malon looked horrified. "No! Of course not!" she vehemently denied. "Bombs would crack the glass." She fluttered her hands to illustrate. "These will only spit rocks."
"So the tentacles…?"
She bemusedly shrugged. "Of course they'll have those. Why wouldn't they?"
Link smacked his palm over his eyes. He turned around and hit a button on a teleporter set for the Norn Meso.
Appearing in the middle of Zelda's private garden, he stated firmly, "Alright, time for an intervention."
Zelda, currently a purple Norn clad in a pastel yellow dress, shifted away from her potted berry bush and politely smiled at Link in a way that he translated as 'I told you so'. "Oh?"
Link nodded unhesitatingly. Having Malon wrapped up in her current genius, that he could handle.
But Octo-Cuccos? She was going too far.
6.7
Zelda dove over a fallen log, tucking and rolling on the other side. As she sprang upright, she twisted to the side, just as an arrow flew by her head. Behind her, she could hear the grunting cries of the Moblins that were chasing her. She quickly raced around the trees, sidestepping the underbrush as she tried to lose her pursurers.
She had Awoken just over a day ago. In this life, she was apparently a member of a traveling circus troupe, led by her adoptive mother, Impa. She had been raised as an Sheikah, though her ears hinted at her Hylian heritage. She performed as a dancer in the circus performances. She didn't recognize this life, so she was glad for something new. However, when she pinged the Triforce, she discovered a large problem.
The Triforce was gone. It still existed, a distant pulsing presence, but the close connection she was so used to relying on was gone. She couldn't remember any of her past lives from this Loop, and she couldn't feel if Link or even Ganondorf were Awake. She had panicked, and reached for her subspace pocket, only to find that that was also inaccessible. It was while she was in the middle of her panic attack that the Moblins attacked.
It started with a fiery meteor falling from the sky. It crashed into the main performance stage, knocking the musicians that were practicing off the stage. From the fiery mess rose the tallest Moblin Zelda had ever seen. It was a veritable mountain of muscle, and it caused the hair on Zelda's neck to stand on end when it bellowed out a roar of challenge. In response, Moblins seemed to hurtle from the shadows, pouring through the camp and attacking the performers. Zelda had barely had time to see Impa leap up to face the beast on the stage when a pair of moblins charged around the edge of a tent, and Zelda had to set off running to dodge away from the arrows they started firing at her.
Which led to her current predicament, racing through a tunnel formed by the roots of trees, keeping one step ahead of the Moblins pursuing her. Zelda slowed, listening for the sound of pursuit. "I think their goh no I jinxed it!" Sure enough, a moblin dropped out of the tree in front of her, hollering and waving its spear. Zelda stumbled backwards, falling against the trunk of the tree, which cracked once, then gave way. Zelda fell, down, down, down, into the dark.
Zelda slowly stirred. She could feel something soft underneath her, bobbing up and down. *slish, slosh, slish, slosh* She twisted onto her side, and, with a startled yelp, rolled off of the lily-pad she was laying on and into the water. She surfaced, spluttering, and started to tread water as she took in the cave she had apparently landed in. Glittering gems covered the walls, glowing in faint light, and most of the cavern appeared to be filled with water. The sole exception was a small island near the center. She began to paddle over to it, thanking her time as Tetra teaching her all the tricks for how to swim.
The island was made of solid stone, but small bushes grew through the cracks in the rock. In the center of the island sat a small stone statue underneath a slanted stone roof. The statue was feminine, with its hands cupped out in front of it and a pair of fairy wings extending from the back. Her Loop memories told her that this was a Fairy Sanctuary. She had visited one with Impa in the past, but she couldn't remember much about what had happened, or what a Fairy Sanctuary was supposed to do. However, if it gave her a way to contact the Great Fairies, it might just give her some tools to survive this Loop.
Nothing happened as she approached the statue, and she realized that there was a ring, nestled in the palms of the fairy statue. She recalled the Rules of the Dungeon that Link had introduced her to. "Dungeon Tip Number 4: If you can pick it up, it is probably important. Number 5: If you can't pick it up, come back later, you might be able to then." Smiling lightly, Zelda reached forward and poked the ring. Nothing. Slowly, she picked it up out of the hands of the statue.
It was a fairly ordinary silver band, with a sparkling yellowish stone inset in the top. She examined it for a moment, then, slowly, slid it onto her finger.
*FLASH*
"Ahahahahaha!" A familiar laughter filled the sanctuary as Zelda blinked away the sparkles from her eyes. Sure enough, one of the Great Fairies was now floating above her, smiling.
"Long have we waited, guarding the Sorcerer's Gauntlet, for the Hylian Princess to return and restore the power of the goddesses to the land." The Great Fairy twisted in midair. "Will you take this quest, to awaken the other Great Fairy's, reclaim the Stones of Power, and break the seals of darkness that threaten to envelop the land?"
Zelda nodded, lifting her hand to her heart, only to stop, startled. The ring had transformed, turning into a silvery gauntlet which enveloped her entire hand and partway up her forearm. A stylized design was engraved in the back, with the yellow gemstone embedded in the middle. Six empty spaces circled around the gemstone, connected by shining lines. Hylian runes glowed softly across the face of the gauntlet, and Zelda squinted to try and interpret what they were doing.
"Magnificent, isn't it?"
Zelda jumped and turned to face the Great Fairy, who had floated up to the point where she was floating right over Zelda's shoulder. The Great Fairy laughed and spiraled up into the air, and, in response, fairies seemed to pour out of the woodwork, flitting around the cavern and darting across the surface of the water around the island.
Zelda smiled, then frowned. "What happened to Hyrule? What do you mean 'seals of darkness'"?
The Great Fairy settled, slowly, and then sighed, deep and sad. "It is a long tale. I suppose, that it begins with the fall of the Twilight King Zant, and the death of the one known as Ganondorf."
"Peace had just been settled after the Princess of Twilight and the Hero's of Time's descendant defeated the madness of the Twili. The lands returned to normal and all seemed well. But, the ancient curse of hatred was not so easily defeated. The hatred manifested itself and sought to destroy the kingdom. Gathering sages from the races of Hyrule, the Queen of the time managed to seal away the darkness beneath the palace. Peace, it seemed, was restored.
However, the seal was not perfect. Years later, the great-grand daughter of the Queen came to the throne. At first, it seemed that her rule would continue the peace of those that came before. However, the hatred of the Dark King slipped free of the seal and began to corrupt the Queen. When her only daughter fell ill, she was at first sorrowful, before becoming consumed by a desire to find a cure. However, no cure could be discovered. Finally, in her madness, she sought to use the Triforce to restore her daughter. However, the corruption of the hatred of the Dark King had thrown her heart out of balance, and the Triforce was shattered as she tried to grasp it. She truly lost herself in grief, and lashed out, destroying the palace and the surrounding town.
Descendants of those who originally sealed the hatred away gathered, and they once again bound the hatred, along with the queen, deep beneath the palace. However, the royal line of Hyrule was no-more and the Triforce was gone, its pieces scattered to unknown places. Chaos fell on the land, as people rose up to battle against each other, striving to claim the right to rule.
Eventually, King Langstron rose, from the town of Ordon. He claimed to be a descendant of the great heroes of old, and he led his army to crush his enemies, eventually uniting most of the lands under his leadership. The Kings have now ruled from Ordon for three generations, while the tales of Hyrule have slipped from memory and into myth."
Zelda nodded. All of that seemed to ring true with her memories of Impa, telling her about the glory of Hyrule and other stories. Thinking of Impa reminded her of the attack, and she turned to bow to the Great Fairy. "I thank you for this gift, but I must check on my family. They were assaulted by Moblins, and they will need my help."
The Great Fairy smiled, before gesturing with her arms. Several of the fairies looped around Zelda, before trailing out and circling above the water. In the middle of the circle, ripples gathered and broke, and an image appeared in the water. Impa and several of the other Sheikah were gathered, picking up pieces of the stage. They all appeared to be fine, though weary and wounded from their battle.
"I will send a fairy to relay that you are safe, but you, daughter of Hyrule, must journey to the ruins of the old palace. I fear that the monsters that attacked your circus are but a sign of things to come. The darkness stirs, and you must restore the light of the Triforce to battle it, or all will be lost to the hatred of the Dark Queen." The Great Fairy gestured, and the gemstone in the gauntlet on Zelda's hand glowed. "To this end, we gift you with the power of the Fairy Topaz. With its power, you can cast a bolt of light, which will weaken and destroy monsters born of darkness. You can also call on the wisdom of the Fairies to help guide you. You must seek out the other stones, reclaim the power of the Triforce, and ensure that the seal on the darkness remains strong."
Zelda nodded. "I will."
"Then go." And with that, light rushed up around Zelda, and she was off, on to her own adventure.
6.8 - (Crisis)
Zelda was in another fused Loop analogous to the 20th century Hub, with no idea as to what was supposed to be happening.
Milling about as she prepared dinner – quietly thanking Impa for making sure she learned such skills during those times when the two were on the run – she decided to turn on the news and see what was going on that looked like a local plot hook.
"Breaking news:" a voice talked over a sensation-type image, "pagan rituals on the rise as children around the world dress up in strange costumes and blackmail homeowners for candy. Film at eleven."
'This sounds like a great Loop to take a vacation to some deserted tropical island and work on my tan,' Zelda thought to herself.
6.9
Link crept through the corridors of Ganondorf's fortress. So far, he hadn't seen too many guards, though there did seem to be a few more jars and pots that were usually contained in the fortress. Link hadn't broken any yet, as Ganondorf had pinged as Awake and would probably have trapped them. However, old habits die hard, and so Link slowly approached one of the pots.
It was full of dirt. Link was leaning a bit closer to examine the dirt, when there was a brief flash of light, and a small plant popped into existence. It was an odd mix of green, blue, and red, with a small pair of leaves at the base of its stem. It was topped by a sort of trumpet shaped opening, connected to a ball that looked oddly like a bomb flower. What really caught Link's attention were the pair of small beady eyes on the ball, which were staring at him with a great deal of focus.
*pffpht* Link barely had time to bring his shield up as the plant fired something small, green, and hissing at him.
Ganondorf smiled on his throne as he felt the floor shudder slightly underneath him. In his hand, he held a small packet marked "Bloom and Doom Seed Co." It was truly amazing, he thought, what you could get when you cross-pollinate a peashooter with a bomb flower. Throwing his head back, Ganondorf laughed as his fortress shook with the sound of explosions.
6.1 - Sta~ar trekkin', all across Hyrule. Got to protect the princess, to prevent Ganon's rule!
6.2 - Moblinberries.
6.3 - Your rebellion has been hijacked by Ganon.
6.4 - Here is your companion cube. Go with it, if you want to live.
6.5 - Link has a Mastery in Dungeon Architecture
6.6 - It's not mad science. It's Malon Science!
6.7 - First portion of an Epic Loop. Zelda gets to try the hero garb on for size.
6.8 - "Reports indicate that shrines are chosen by hurling unborn chickens at them."
6.9 - Thus the revenge of the pots begins...