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The Betgirl

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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 7:33 pm

Hi there, fellow guildies! I, Betman, have taken it upon myself to write a story! Yay, right?

I'VE LOST THE NOTEBOOK THAT HAS THE STORY. OOPS.

IT'LL BE BACK SOON THOUGH =D

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 7:36 pm

It was seven years ago to this day that the boy opened the door blocking my way. It was the only thing going against me; the only obstacle I needed to overcome. The Temple of Time and the Spiritual Stones. Together, they would give me the power to access the Sacred Realm, and more importantly, the Triforce. Of course, I hold a piece. So does the boy, so does the girl.
For seven years, I have prepared for his arrival. The so called 'Hero of Time', the call him. Bah! I will crush him like the insignificant bug he is. Then, and only then, will I be able to rule this land with an iron fist and no opposition, and no one will be able to deny my power.
My name is Ganondorf, king of the Gerudo. This is my story.

One: Why you only know so many songs.

My race, I always thought, was an advantage. I would be the king of all my people whether they liked it or not. And it didn’t matter either way. I was king! What did it matter if some worthless woman didn’t like my governing styles? That’s right. It didn’t.

But before I move further into my life story, Twinrova must be mentioned. If not for their telling me about the Triforce, I most likely wouldn’t be here, talking about my conquest.

With that being said, I shall delve further. My domination of Hyrule has not come easily. Especially that of placing the right pieces on the chess board. Moving them to meet each other is simple enough. However, pulling their strings all separately was quite the challenge, not an easy ordeal.

Now, about the Triforce; maybe, if only I had the full Triforce, I would restore my nation to its…proper glory, if you will. First, there were some bits of information I still had to gather. My first objective was to get the Song of Time. I would find who composed it, take their melody, and be done with it. Unfortunately for me, it didn’t work out as easily as that. Nowhere near as easily as I might have hoped.

A few of my... ‘sources’ told me that the Composer Brothers were in charge of studying the power of the royal family. Even better, the siblings had discovered a melody that would let the Royal Family supposedly travel through time with the use of an ocarina.

My first thoughts were those of extreme happiness. Here it was, plastered obviously in front of me. It couldn’t have been easier to see; this song that the brothers had unlocked was the Song of Time. So, being the man I am, I sought the pair out. It turns out that the brothers inhabited a town at the base of Death Mountain called Kakariko Village. My first visit was very smooth, for I only talked to one person, and they went on about how lazy the workers he hired were. I didn’t try to get the song that would help grant my ultimate wish. I can hardly say the same about the second visit, which went something like this:

The brother’s home was nice; not too small, with many beautiful paintings and musical instruments strewn about here and there across every room. The dominant item in the entry room was an ocarina in a glass case, as if to keep it from hurting someone or something. A stack of musical papers sat atop the case, somewhat like a rock to keep the case from lifting and letting the monster within it out.

As I entered the house, one of the brothers looked up from a music sheet. The other was nowhere to be seen. I smirked slightly. This could be easy, and the perfect time to claim both of my prizes: The ocarina and the Song of Time that had eluded me for so many years. “Who are you?” The composer asked, moving to stand as I walked in.

“I am king of the Gerudo, which is all the information you will need from me,” I replied. “I’m requesting that you hand over that ocarina and the Song of Time that you and your brother have been working on together."

The composer smiled. “You have no right to either, king of thieves. And now, I request that you lave my residence.”

I smiled back, trying to be as…polite as possible. “All right, then. I will take my leave.” I, being a man of my word, left the building as calm as I could be, as if nothing had happened at all. Later would I find out before the brothers were murdered, they had returned all their work to the Royals, leaving me with no prize.

I might have committed the crime, though the details are far too gruesome for me to want to throw around. Okay, maybe I do. The first spell I cast was just to kill them. I killed the one that denied me the song first; I had decided that I disliked that one more because of it. They had been walking through the main street that branched off from the main entrance. A cloud covered the sun, shielding the sky’s one good eye to the crime. The other brother stopped to watch his brother fall limp to the ground, no pulse, no breathing. (By the way, if you’re reading this to find out how I did it, you can stop.)

For a moment, I felt a pang of remorse. It went away soon enough, and then I went away on my merry business killing the other. And, at that moment as they laid there dead on the ground, I’d decided to cast another spell. You know, for curiosity’s sake.

Now, if you were to go grave-digging in their shared grave, you’d find nothing of interest, just as I did. Save the re-dead that I had put in there. My bad. You know, to keep them safe and stuff. Or something.

In all, I never found the secrets myself, but there was a very kind young boy who did find it for me.

Who was he? I don’t know, some kokiri kid who had destroyed Gohma, who I had planted inside the Great Deku Tree. A very rude tree, that one. Wouldn’t give me the damned stone of courage.

But no worry! That tree was the last on my list of my pre-being-all-powerful attacks for…strategical purposes. Either way, it was only by the mercy of that boy that I made it into the Temple of Time. I have to write down somewhere to kill him one day. When I find him again. But I did get to thank him before walking myself into the sacred realm.

Those were good times.

Goooooood times.

Chapter 2: Wisdom of the Zora

Of course, the zoras are an incredible race. If basic words were used to describe them, and they often are, the most commonly used term would probably be something around ‘fish people’. Which is a very, very rude way to describe them, though it may be true. The zora race is majestic, able to fly through the water. And if there is anything them that I envy, it is where they live. Their domain is a cave of epic proportions, with a beautiful waterfall. It seemed to flow without any real problem, and is to this day one of the most incredible things I’ve seen in my life.

That’s why it was so horrible to launch my attack against them.

Okay, not really, but I bet after that speech, you were tearing up. Or not. Either way, I don’t care.

SO, here was my game plan: I, being the incredibly powerful warlord that I am, would barge through the waterfall, march straight up to the king, and demand the Zora’s Sapphire. And when that didn’t work (Because I knew it wouldn’t), I would trap the princess, Ruto, cast a spell on Jabu-Jabu, have Ruto trapped inside of him and VIOLA! We have a very successful plan, sure to score me that damn rock.

So, there I was, standing in front of the great waterfall guarding the entrance to the great water kingdom. This wasn’t the waterfall I was talking about, by the way. This one’s much more annoying. Anyway, being as powerful as I am, I pushed the water to two sides. Then, using the water below me, constructed a bridge of water to let me pass. Or, I might have pushed a rather large rock into the river to split open an entrance, then jumped across. Granted, either way I did it let me pass into the Zora’s Domain.

Sadly, I got lost a few times while looking for the royal zoras. It wasn’t like I had some mini-map or something. Anyway, the first time I got lost resulted in my ending up in some kind of shop. The fool wanted me to buy some fish that were swimming right outside the place. I ignored the rest of his obviously useless stock and walked up a large pathway. Taking a left, I found another zora who wanted me to jump off of a waterfall to gather an insignificant amount of rupees. I declined, having the feeling that the other prize he was offering was also useless.

Soon enough, I found my way to the king’s chamber. The king quickly granted my audience. “I’ve heard of the Composer brothers, Gerudo King. I shall assume that you had something to do with that tragedy,” he said. (On a side note, I hate this guy. His daughter, too – but more on that later.)

“Tragedy? Hardly,” I replied, rubbing the fingers of my right hand on my chest. “Now, I assume you know what I’m here. Of course you do. Now, I already know this answer, but someone told me that asking never hurt. Would you please give me the spiritual stone of wisdom?”

The great zora just laughed. “Of course not, sir thief. Surely you know that my daughter controls who will get that stone. You must be quite misinformed.”

I was trying my best to keep my cool against the large fish (I don’t care if it’s rude), though I wanted nothing more than to kill him and leave. From what I can tell, I was being very kind to him; it wasn’t like I was asking for something that would end up with me ruling the world! …Never mind. “Only a fool would give a stone such as that to their daughter! She’s probably gone and had it made into a necklace by now, for the Goddess’s sake!”

“Ah, now that’s where you are wrong, sir thief-“

“Stop calling me that.”

“That is where you are wrong, evil one,” It was a step up…or down. I couldn’t tell. “The wisdom of the zora courses through her veins. She knows what she’s doing. She knows what that stone can do.”

“She’s still probably made it into a necklace…” I muttered. The king merely looked at me, as if I was the powerless one. “Well then,” I said, looking back up. “Tell me where your daughter is. Even if you don’t, I will find her.”

The king sighed and swung one of his incredibly small legs. Now those were something to talk about. No wonder the man moved so slowly! “She is not here at the moment. She’s feeding Lord Jabu-Jabu.” Wow. I had awesome timing.

“Which is behind you, correct?”

“Yes.”

I was him trying to shift and move to his right, and I sighed. It would likely take an hour for him to move so I could get through. So, I walked over to his said and said, “Allow me.” With my bare hands, I pushed him out of the way. After that was done, I proceeded to walk out into the light of day, and DAMN was that fish big. And of course, there was Ruto. She had a small fish, and was throwing it into Jabu-Jabu’s mouth. I almost hoped that she didn’t get it from the shop in the domain.

It wasn’t long before she noticed me. She turned around and looked a somewhat startled look on her face. Sadly, I was wrong about the stone being a necklace, unless it was back in her room or something. After a moment, her face became stern and solid. “Who are you?” she asked, attempting and failing (Epically) to sound brave. Ah, princesses. Where would they be if it wasn’t for heroes and guys like me? That’s right, much better off.

“I am Ganondorf, King of the Gerudo.” None of that seemed to make sense to her, judging by the quizzical look on her face. “Ugh, never mind. I’m just going to need you to hand over that pretty sapphire of yours, and I’ll be on my way.”

Ruto pulled the stone out of nowhere. I didn’t know that zoras had pockets. Apparently they do. See, you learn something new every day! “I can’t give it to YOU,” she said, now actually sounding like she meant it.

“And why not?” I asked, having it up to here with the whole zora royal family.

“I have to give it to the man I want to marry. Not YOU.”

Wow. Bummer. “Ah, I see,” I said. Now THAT was annoying. The worst part of it was that she was probably no older than ten. “All right then. I’ll just be on my way.” I smiled and walked off, leaving a confused little girl in my wake. Later that night, I’d come back for an extra, special feeding for the giant. Man, that thing I gave him was going to be huge.

So, once Ruto was out of the picture, I would demand the stone for her rescue, and be happy. Unless someone else got there first.

Nah.

Chapter 3: Why throw stones when you can...eat them?

So, my work with the zoras was done for the moment, so I went to gather information on my next target: The gorons. But I mean, really. Who would give one of the most important things in all of Hyrule, (A spiritual stone in this case) to a bunch of stone eaters? They EAT STONES! Ugh, such things throw me to points of extreme irritation, especially when they’re as stupid as THIS situation. The goddesses seem to have quite the touch for irony, I suppose.

So, here’s what I knew. When I did go to the Hyrule Marketplace, most of the people were crowded around a booth. The person there was selling something, though I couldn’t tell exactly what it was because of the all the people. The people, as I got closer, showed no sign of moving away for me to get a look. It wasn’t really a problem, just a tad annoying. The rest of the people in town were running around, dancing to unheard music (the marketplace doesn’t have a sound system, people), or chasing after some stupid dogs. Either way, I gather just about no information out of that trip.

The climb up Death Mountain was horribly boring. I mean, there was nothing to do on the way up! It’s not a great name for such a peaceful mountain, either. There was nothing blocking my way up, nor was there anything mildly dangerous about the place. The worst thing that could happen was “Oh no! I’ve stubbed my toe on a small rock!” which was unlikely to happen anyway. Most of the rocks weren’t so unobvious that you’d get hurt.

Anyway, once I was all the way up, I started walking into the Goron’s Cave. It was way too bright in there, so I put out a few torches on the way down to the tribe leader’s room. Darunia was the chief at the time, so I had my work cut out for me. I reached the bottom of the cave, and looked at the door. I knocked, and he kindly let me in. A few moments later, we were sitting at his obscenely small table talking about the spiritual stone of power.

“Ah,” the goron said, “So now you want this stone.”

“Yep. That’s what I’m lookin’ for.”

“Well, putting it straight, I’m not going to give it to you. Especially since you’ve been out harassing and murdering the others who hold the keys to your victory. Even if you killed me, I would see to it that even after my death would you not get that stone.”

I figured since I had only said one thing to get that out of him, if I said anything else he’d explode. “Whoa, buddy,” I said, putting my hands up in front of me. “I’m not trying to hurt anyone here. And you said it yourself; if I murdered the Composer Brothers, and I’m not saying I did, then there would be no way for me to get to the Sacred Realm.” There was no way he could beat that argument.

He seemed to consider the statement for a moment. “You do have a point, but I’m still not going to give it to you. You, sir, are one who is obsessed with power. I bet that every day and night you dream of what your kingdom might look like. A kingdom you will never achieve. You, like so many others that have come before, lust for power, wishing that the Triforce would make it real for you. But that won’t happen. You, like those others, will fail. You will fail and face the repercussions, and at that time you might even find that through mercy, Death might find you. And when that happens…maybe then, the world will be at peace.”

I sighed, looking around the cave for one last time. It was dull, with a large rug on the ground, and a single shelf in a dark corner. There were also two statues, and that was about it. “Sure,” I said, though technically I was unsure. “If only I’d be able to gain the Triforce. But I guess since you said I won’t, I never will! A bloody waste. Don’t bother answering me,” I said while standing. “I’m leaving.”

I was furious. This stupid Goron thought that he could foresee my destiny. The fool! On the way out, I might’ve pushed a boulder in front of their cave of food. And then I might’ve summoned the ancient dodongos. AND I MIGHT have accidentally make boulders fall from the top of the mountain.

My bad.

Chapter 4:The Deku Problem

I had almost completed my task of finding the three spiritual stones. My last target was the one I had dreaded most: the visit to the ‘great’ Deku Tree. Before we begin, I must say: MY GOD was that tree big and ugly! There was a face on it. A face on a tree, and it talked. This isn’t some kind of fantasy world here. A TALKING tree. This wasn’t some magical something or other. Well, maybe it was, I don’t know.

Anyway, I could almost play out the way the whole thing would go down in my head even before I got there. He’d tell me how I was going to fail, because some Hero of Time would come out of nowhere to save the world again, like something had happened before that I didn’t know about. PSHAW. I knew almost everything there was to know about the Triforce, and I even know what that stupid boy’s voice sounded like. That’s right, the mute kid. I knew what his voice sounded like. I bet you’re jealous now, right? Yeah. That’s right. Anyway, he, like Darunia, would attempt to convince me that I was going to fail epically on my quest for world domination. Now, how many times have they told me that? We all should count how many times someone tells me that I can’t do it throughout this thing, and see how many of them are right.

But then again, they knew nothing of me. Only the Gerudo, the three distinct races, and I knew that I was actually real, along with the king. None of the other Hylians did. It was a great advantage for me. I had the upper hand because people weren’t afraid to talk to me, especially when I told them that I had a birth defect. That was when they were really willing to talk, when they were feeling sorry for me.

The Deku Tree and Darunia could go screw themselves for all I cared. I never believed that things just happen. We all have a destiny to fulfill, and I knew that mine was to take the Triforce and rule over Hyrule. And that was exactly what I was planning on doing. My destiny would be fulfilled only when I took the power of the tree goddesses as my own, and ruled over this pathetic world.

The path to the Deku Tree was also uneventful, with no real obstacles to block my way, except for this stupid looking kid. He didn’t even try to stop me, though he gave me the evil eye on my way in. If only LOOKS could kill. Then his problems would be over before they began. Too bad they can’t. I entered the tree’s grove, and looked around. The place was nice enough, with large walls guarding the tree. The only question was why they were there. I mean, it’s not like the tree could have built them. And even if it could have, wouldn’t they only be made of the tree’s roots? Then you’d really be able to do some damage in a forest fire. That’d be a fun thing to watch, don’t you think?

“I see that thou hast finally arrived at my abode…” the tree said. (Still can’t get over that talking tree thing.)

“Yes, I have arrived here. I assume you know why I’ve come, correct?” I asked, sounding as polite as possible. Though, I’m pretty sure we both knew that I was looking to rule the world and destroy all of my opposition.

“Thou shalt never take this stone, though thou might attempt to do so…” He ended all of this sentences with some stupid breathing noise. It got annoying after a while, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, Deku. You don’t mind me calling you that, do you? Of course not,” I was having fun, now. I should’ve done this before the others and taken the self-esteem boost just from smarting off.

“Humph. You seem to have not changed since the last time I met you, King of Evil.”

“You’re senile, old tree. I’ve never met you once in my life.”

“Ah, but that is where thou art wrong, Ganondorf. We have met before, though you may not remember it. We met when you were older, maybe 5 years or so. This was a long time ago, of course. But I remember the encounter well. You asked for the same stone you are asking for today, and I still denied you it. You were angry, so you tried to kill me. You failed, miserably, because of the courage of a Hylian boy. The same boy that might defeat you once again. The same boy that WILL defeat you once again, actually. He has the might to do so, though he may seem to be a little different at times. He has not yet awakened to his true destiny yet, Ganon. But one day, he will. One day, he shall awaken, and you shall stand before a boy who knows his destiny, and knows how to harness his power and courage, and use them against you. And on that day, I hope you remember your other meeting with me. Not this one, but the other one that you don’t seem to recall at the moment. And when that happens, you will see the foolishness in what you have done to yourself. So today, you are asking for yourself to be vanquished.”

Okay, officially insane. “Sure, sure. Just…Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind when I decide on who gets to live in the new world. Just make sure you stay on my good side, hear?” I don’t know where that came from, but it really did sound right. Funny thing was, I had almost no idea what I was doing. The only thing running through my mind was how he could have known me before this meeting. Another life? No, you know I don’t believe in that crock of s**t. Come on now, have you even been reading this story to know that I don’t? You fool. “Well, I’ll make sure not to recognize you as one of my favorite people in the world at my acceptance speech. That is, when I gather the Triforce from the Sacred Realm. That’ll be the day. You’ll see, Great Deku Tree. You’ll see.”

With that, I turned to leave. I had a plan for this tree, and it would soon take effect. That night, while the tree slept, I planted an egg in its nose. Quite effective, actually. Who knew that a tree’s nose would be one of its most susceptible points of attack? Anyway, once the Queen Gohma egg hatched, all hell would break loose inside of the Deku Tree, and there was only one way to save him: Send in the kid.

With all of that done, all I had to do was wait for the other tribes to either die out or give me their stones. Either way, I was waiting.

And it didn’t take very long, either.

Chapter five: Tactics.

So there you have it. The three spiritual stones were ready for taking, and the Deku tree in all hope, was already dead or dying. And now, I was waiting. Waiting for the right moment to strike the castle, to kill the king, and run into the Sacred Realm in record time! Too bad that moment wouldn’t come until the three races decided to surrender their stupid stones to me. Well, not stupid. Just…Okay, I was irritated that it didn’t happen as fast as I wanted it to. But in the end, it all worked out. Maybe not the way I wanted it to, but it still worked out.

A few days before, I was sitting at the king’s side, looking out on the garden when I saw a most suspicious thing. Some little runt had snuck through the palace gardens, and found his way to the castle courtyard. I already knew that Princess Zelda was spying on me, but now there was this stupid little kid in green with a fairy. Which was also no good, because I knew right away that he was from the Great Deku Tree’s neck of the woods. Get it? It’s a pun! Anyway, I pretended not to notice. The two seemed to be talking, but since most of the castle was built of stone a foot thick, there was no way I could hear what they were saying. Which was sad, really. I almost wanted to know what they were talking about. But something caught my attention a few moments later. The little brat had the Spiritual Stone of Courage!

I leaned forward, getting a good look out of the window while he showcased his findings to the Princess. I was all but enraged, and I could almost feel my skin prickle with anger. How in the hell could he have gotten that? Did he kill the bug that I had planted inside the Deku Tree? If so, did the Deku Tree…eat him? That’d be awkward, I’ll tell you that much. I mean, really now. Who wants to get swallowed by a tree? I know I don’t.

The stone glinted in the sunlight, and I quickly returned to my sitting position. Irritating as it was, I was still on a spy mission. Sort of. I had a job to do here, which was getting the inside information around the castle. I figured there would have to be some kind of disgruntled employee to talk to, but I was wrong. No one here seemed to have any kind of problem with the king, queen, or Zelda. Which was odd, of course. Everyone has a problem with something, and these people seemed too carefree for their own good. All the better for when I took over the kingdom that they loved so much. Maybe they’d even put on a rebellion. That’d be a fun thing to go up against, a full-scale army. Though, there really wouldn’t be enough people to make an army once I was in power.

“Ganondorf? What’s wrong?” The king asked, looking to his left to see me.

“Nothing, my liege,” I said, trying to sound as slick as possible. It was hilarious how I was able to get by without anyone being suspicious of me at all. You think out of the Zoras, the Gorons, the Deku Tree, and the Hylians, there would be enough word to get around to the king that I was about to have hell break loose all over Hyrule. Funny indeed.

“All right, then. Is there any business that needs attending to? Does anyone have any problems that they would like to speak to me about today?”

“No, there seems to be no one coming in to talk to you, so I would assume not. Would you mind if I stepped outside, sir?” I asked, looking out the window with the corner of my eye.

“That is fine. You are dismissed, Ganondorf.”

“Thank you, sir,” I wouldn’t be calling anyone sir again soon, especially when I was going to be the king of Hyrule. At that time I would be the only ‘sir’ in the lands. Which was always something to look forward to. So, I got up and walked outside, looking around the whole castle for that stupid boy. It turns out that Impa, Zelda’s guard, had already escorted the boy off of castle grounds. A shame; I would’ve liked to talk to him. Or, kill him and take the stone he had acquired, the little punk. Either way, it was not my problem anymore. If that boy could collect all of the stones, then maybe he would be able to open the way for me.

From that point forward, I kept a close eye on the Temple of Time, which was greatly viewable from the castle towers where I was staying. It was a great view, too. I mean, looking out over my new kingdom would be great from up here. Maybe I’d raise my castle above the ground when I was king. I mean, I could shape the land however I’d like when I was the king! I’d have the power of the goddesses, right in my hand. Well, in one of my hands, at least. The other one would probably be useless.

Not too long after that incident, Zelda rode for the hills after I had killed the king. I could say ‘oops,’ but it’d probably be useless since I did it on purpose anyway. I gave chase, but stopped as the boy approached the market gates. I smiled, looking him right in the eyes and watching the fear mount within him. “You must have seen the white horse gallop past just now…Which way did it go!? Answer me!” I yelled, trying to sound as intimidating as possible. He didn’t answer. “Pathetic little fool! Do you realize who you are dealing with!? I am Ganondorf! And soon, I will rule this world!”

The boy raised his sword to me, and I had no choice but to do one of those powerful evil laughs that most evildoers do. And I’ll tell you what, I was good at it. “You want a piece of ME? Very funny! I like your attitude!” I smiled. The boy soon walked into the town, and I set off at once towards the escaping princess. But then I remembered why the boy was going back into town. He was going to the Temple of Time! I had to turn around to find him, of course. He was escaping quickly, and I soon caught up. He opened the doors to the temple, and I soon followed him in. The boy talked to his fairy for a moment, and then went into the large room that housed the Master Sword, ‘the sword of evil’s bane’. Which was a nice room, with nothing in it but a large light, which cut the small altar in half. He grabbed the sword, and I smiled. “Thanks, boy. You’ve just opened up the way to get the Triforce for me. I’ll remember this one day, when I reflect on how powerful I am and how I defeated all of my enemies that had lay before me after my hands touched the Triforce. I’ll see you later, kid.” And with that, I stepped into the portal left by the Master Sword being pulled out.

The Sacred Realm was a place of pure white, with the Triforce just hovering above a small pedestal. I walked towards it, and noticed how slow I was walking. I almost wondered how I was walking in a place where there was no set earth or sky, but it mattered not. I was about to gain ultimate control over the world. Reaching out my left hand, I touched the Triforce and felt the power surge through me. Now, I thought, I will shape Hyrule how it should be. With my power, I will be able to control the world!

And I did.

The Betgirl

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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 7:37 pm

Chapter six: Ruling a Nation, beating some pests.

There I was. I had the Triforce of Power in my hands, and I knew how to use it. Somehow, I had never used it before, but I knew how to use it just from having it with me. So, I set to work shaping the land as I pleased. At first, the Hylians in the marketplace rebelled, so I had to wipe them out quickly. They soon became Re-dead, under my full power. Really, they were my first subjects, though they really weren’t the best. Now that they were dead and reanimated, there was really nothing I could do with them. So they sat around the marketplace, standing still until some new person wanted to come in. Then, they would attack at my will. Which was always good; a set of reanimated dead people who would do what I want.

Anyway, it was the time to set everything the way I wanted it. First thing was the castle. Like I said before, I really liked the view. So, I decided to raise it up into the air over a nice pool of lava. I would let only the people I really wanted inside in, and then I’d be able to keep whom I wanted out. After that, shaping the world between my fingertips would be as simple as ever, considering that I was able to do it whenever and however I wanted.

Now that I was in control of the Triforce, I thought it would be nice of me to visit some of my friends that had… ‘Helped’ me out on this task. I went to the Zoras first, who didn’t seem surprised at all to see me. I told them of my troubles, and I told them of how I came to acquire the Triforce without ever playing the song, or having to gather those stones on my own. “And now you shall see why resistance to me is futile!” I told them. At that point, I froze that waterfall inside the cavern that I thought was so nice. There were prices to pay, even when you’re the winner, sadly enough. Anyway, with the king frozen in red ice (What the ********?), I was ready to proceed with my plans.

So, I went all the way up to Death Mountain again, and narrowly avoided the boulders that I might have started rolling. I don’t know where all of them were coming from. I mean, they had to have been going the whole time I was gone, right? Anyway, I dodged the boulders and rounded up the Gorons that were left over from my last visit. With that, I stuck them in the Fire Temple, summoned up a dragon (I think the name was Volvagia) and watched as a few Gorons were eaten before I left. That was pretty good to watch.

After that, I really had nothing else to do. The Deku Tree was already dead, considering that I stuck that Queen Gohma egg up his nose. That was a good trick, looking back on it. I really had fun with that guy. The only thing missing was that kid. Once he took the Master Sword, he disappeared into the light, I’d assume.

A few days later, however, I found out that I didn’t have all three parts of the Triforce. I only had the Triforce piece of power, and the other two had gone to the people who destiny had chosen to hold them. That was, until I got my hands on them. Then, I would be in complete control of the world. The only bad part was finding out who had them. I figured, to my best extent, that Princess Zelda had to be holding the Triforce of Wisdom. She was a sly cat, that one.

But the thing that really had me troubled was the question of who had the other one, the Triforce of courage. I had no idea as to who might have had it, and it was eating away at my mind, me trying to figure out who might have been holding onto it at the time. I thought maybe it could’ve been that kid…the only problem was, he had vanished, so there was really no way it could’ve been him.

But on the other hand, I had some sages to disrupt from ever sticking me back into the oblivion that we all came from. So, I went back to the Kokiri Forest. Saria, who I knew was the sage of the earth, would probably be hanging around at the forest temple area. So, in going there, I summoned many an annoying monster to block the way. It was great, being able to summon monsters at will. I mean, I was able to just throw monsters anywhere I wanted, especially the kind who are so annoying to deal with, and really, not able to be defeated by any weapon out of this world. I don’t even think the Master Sword could get to them.

One of my favorite people in the world, Nabooru, was likely to be the sage of Spirit since she was the leader of the Gerudo tribe while I was gone. So, I had my friends Twinrova take care of her for me. Which was really easy for me, since I never had to do anything. From what I heard, she had turned out to be a great servant to the pair of witches inside of their new kingdom, the Spirit Temple.

I took care of Impa easily. The Shadow Temple really wasn’t a great place to hang out, if you know what I mean. So really, I blocked it off with a few more rocks and some good-looking dirt, and left it at that.

The Water Temple, which I liked to now call the Dry Ice land, was a pretty good idea on my part, I do think. First, drain out most of the Lake to make the Water Temple all but accessible. Ruto wouldn’t be able to hear the call of the Sages, especially if she was worrying about her dad being frozen solid. After that, it kind of sank down into the depths of the dirt that was left over from the bottom of the lake. It actually looked kind of funny.

Right after that, all hell broke loose.

Chatper Seven: When Rebels Attack

In the east, there was a land known as Néron, and they were not happy with my hostile takeover of Hyrule. Really, that was tough s**t for them, but I decided that I’d let them build up their army and see what would happen. They would attempt to take Hyrule back in the name of the king. Or, more ironically, they would defeat me (Right.) and take the lands for themselves. Both were great answers to the problem that I myself had presented to them, and either way, it worked for me. If I was dead, I was dead, and there was nothing I could do about that. But still, I had to wonder if they knew that I had the Triforce of power in my hands. Again, either way, I didn’t care. If I killed them, I killed them, and there was nothing I could do about that.

Wait, yes there was. Well, actually no. Whatever. Never mind. Anyway, my point is this: I had my first full-scale rebellion getting ready to go, and I couldn’t wait to take it out, full-force. It was going to be sweet.

So, here is the story of the rebels in Néron, preparing for their attack on Hyrule.

“Ugh! Ganondorf has wiped out the entire royal family, save once princess that escaped on horseback,” Fish reported to a group of 8 members of an elite group of rebels, known as RAIN. They didn’t know what it stood for, but it sounded good at the time they needed a name. So they took it. “The reports are looking glum, and none of our spies have returned from their missions. Are there any suggestions on the moves we should make next?”

“An assault would be useless,” said a man dressed in all black. His name was Seaphron, and he was one of the highest ranked in the group.

“Seaphron is right,” said Draken, the leader of the stealth sub-group. “There’s no way we can really get a good stealth invasion in there, either. With the way Ganondorf has things going, there’s really no way we’ll be able to get into his stronghold without him knowing.”

“Untrue,” said another member, with his face hidden under a large hat. “Ganondorf’s defenses can’t be all that powerful, can they?”

“Don’t think positive, Bill,” a man dressed in white with blue glasses said, looking down the row of people. His skin was unnaturally pale, and rumors suggested that he had been the only one to escape a re-dead reanimation attempt. The attack had left no pigment in his skin, and caused his eyes to droop and become red. “We’re going up against a man who wiped out an entire city within a day, and put up a castle of his own in its place. That castle is now sitting above a pool of lava, and no one is able to cross it to get to him. He almost never leaves, and when he does, someone always ends up dying or close to it.”

“So now what?” Fish asked, looking down the table where his group was sitting. The leader sighed, trying to think of a way to catch this new enemy. “We can at least try to lure him out into the open where we can attack him without him knowing.”

“Sounds good to me,” Seaphron said, looking to the ceiling. “If we lure him out, we have to find a way to attack him without him knowing it before. Which is a challenge within a challenge. We need to find a way to do that…”

“What if we set up a trick?” Draken suggested, looking around with his usual shifty eyes. “We can trick him into coming out with a fake Zelda.”

“Brilliant, Draken,” Fish said, looking down the table again, but this time with a great amount of determination in his eyes. “We’ll lure him out like that. It’s the perfect plan.”

“All right then. We’ll have to start a campaign to get Ganondorf’s attention. Subtle at first, and then we’ll go full force out, discussing in public the whereabouts of the Princess Zelda. And then…and only then, will we be able to take care of this problem once and for all,” Betman said.

* * *

“Ganondorf, I have news from our spy,” Masamune said, looking up at the organ where Ganondorf sat.

“Good. We’ll have to see how that goes, then. Let him in.”

Chapter Eight: Your bait is fail.

“Do I really have to do this?” Koosei asked, putting on a long blonde wig and even longer white gloves. “Surely you have someone else who could be the bait!”

“Sorry ma’am, we don’t have anyone else who fits in the dress. It looks great on you, though,” Zen said, shifting his eye visor.

“Shame is, you may not see me wearing anything other than this dress after tonight…”

“Now now, don’t speak like that!” Zen said, now frowning. “You’ll be fine, as long as the rest of us are there. We’ll make sure that you won’t be hurt. I promise.”

Koosei sighed. “If you say so…”

***

It had been a week since that meeting, and RAIN was getting very antsy. The whole of the public was whispering rumors of Zelda hiding out in Néron. The group could only hope that the whispers would soon reach Hyrule in full force. But until that happened, Koosei had to be ready at any time. Ganondorf was an odd man, and had to be treated with the utmost respect, enemy or not. RAIN had noticed that he could appear wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and that in itself was a scary prospect.

***
And now, I will interrupt this story for my own. I mean, it IS supposed to be about me and my conquests, right? Anyway, here’s how it went down:

The streets of Néron were often dark, sometimes so dark that it was a chore to even attempt at seeing. I could’ve closed my eyes and gotten a better view of what was going on around me. ‘The first thing I will do when I conquer this land,’ I thought, ‘is install some street lights.’

Besides that, the daytime was a beautiful time. The sky seemed to always glow orange, and the sun cast a dull glow of yellow shine on everything else. It was better than that waterfall down with the zora, anyway. I still get a kick out of what I did there. I mean, I probably trapped a zora or two under the ice. Its only surface ice, by the way. You could totally get in there if you could breathe underwater and had a way to teleport under there.

“But why are we here?” Masamune asked, following me in the alleyway. “Shouldn’t we wait for them to come to us?”

“Are you questioning my judgment?” I shot back, giving him one of those ‘You know I’m your boss, right?’ kinds of looks. “You know nothing of the strategies of real evil geniuses like myself, Masamune.”

“Indeed he doesn’t,” A voice came from the other side of the alley, from behind a T shaped crossing. “Everyone knows that you should do what the enemy expects you to do. You never let them come to your territory, for if you are defeated, you have to give up your territory. You have nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. More often than not, you WILL be killed on that field.”

“Forsaken, good to finally meet you in person!” I said, putting my hand out for him to shake it.

“Sorry, can’t do that,” he said, waving his hands in front of his chest. “I hate other people, especially shaking hands. You can say I’m somewhat of a germaphobe, I guess.” He smiled slightly.

“Freak…” Masamune muttered. He then received a sharp kick to the leg from me.

“Quiet you!” I snapped, about to lay down some smack down.

“No need to hurt the fool, Ganondorf. He’s just uneducated.” This was true, sadly enough. Most of the people in my army were either not educated at all, or came from very poor towns with little to no education. Even more sad was the fact that Masamune was one of my star pupils. “Anyway,” Forsaken continued, “RAIN has quite the plan…”

***

The night was still as I approached the town square. The place was decked out with pumpkins and orange and black ribbon, and I wondered what I had gotten myself into. “Don’t worry about your surroundings,” Forsaken said. He was invisible to the human eye at the time, with the darkness also surrounding him like a veil. “It’s some kind of festival, dunno what though. Anyway, I have to get back to my…OTHER…team…See you later.” With that, he left me on my lonesome in the middle of town square. The land was very unlike my own. It seemed like it had been prosperous since the day it had been built. Yep, it was going to be so sweet when I knocked it all over.

“Ganondorf!” a voice rang out from across the square. “We know what you want. We have it here.” I recognized the voice easily. He and his father were legends in Néron. Meta Fish, the bringer of the tides. His father, Prac, was nowhere near as powerful as Fish however. A faint outline of a girl was behind him. It was obviously a fake Zelda. I’d play along, though.

“Hand over the girl!” I cried, clenching my left fist. “Hand over the girl or this whole town shall pay the price of my wrath!”

Fish grinned and brought the girl forward. There WAS an uncanny resemblance with this girl to the princess, though. He whispered something in her ear, and then walked forward with her. “No, Fish. You stay back. I’ll be taking the girl.”

“Fine,” He replied, stepping back and letting the “Princess Zelda” step forward. That was when the three warriors from RAIN attacked. They each leapt out from three sides, somewhat of a triangle pattern. They all went to converge in the middle, but I rose into the sky.

“Fools!” my voice boomed as they all stopped to look up at me. “Your girl will now pay the price of your deceit!”

Chapter Nine: Repercussions.

“You fools!” I cried, hovering above the ground, just high enough so that the three assassins couldn’t reach me. “You have just sacrificed your fake princess here for my own good. Thank you.”

Fish stepped forward, poised and ready to attack. “Ganondorf, you will be struck down here and now. I don’t care how powerful you are. You can and will die by my hands!” With that, he leapt forth, pulling out a small dagger.

“You fool. You think such a small weapon can hurt me?” I grinned. This was going to be much easier than what I first expected. Except that I forgot that this was Meta Fish we were talking about. And that he had three other people with that I really had to worry about, because as I was taunting Fish, I felt some four pronged object in my back. Not that it really hurt. It was just seriously annoying.

“I got him!” I think his name was Draken, but I couldn’t be sure. Either way, I pulled the object out of my back and frowned. “Ugh, I can’t believe I just hit with some fork thing.”

“It’s a spork!” he cried, throwing at least five more in my direction. I easily dodged, only to be hit by something else, which actually pierced my skin.

“Damn!” I yelled, looking to my right where a man with a gun stood, a hat shielding his eyes and face. “Wait, why do you have a gun? This is a place where swords and shields rule the world.”

“Oh. Right.” He said, looking around. “Well, I don’t have anything else to use, so this will have to do.”

“Fine,” I sighed, thinking of why we were having this conversation in the middle of our big fight scene. I dropped the topic and moved on, though. “Die!” I cried, throwing a ball of pure energy at the spork-kid. He only took half the blow, and moved back a little, nursing the wound in his spork throwing shoulder. I almost laughed, but I almost didn’t have time to react to the third attacker, who was using a bow and arrows. “Well s**t, you guys thought this out right nice, didn’t you?”

Fish smiled. I had almost forgotten about him while fighting the other three. “I’m not letting you take her,” the third attacker said, a cold tone in his voice.

“Oh? And, who might you be?” I asked, smiling slightly at his feeble attempt, at least I thought, to distract me.

“Zen. Zen Rider,” he said, stretching his bow back, an arrow ready to fire.

“Oh. Right. Scary,” I said, rolling my eyes. “And I bet you plan on using that bow to take care of me? To finish me off for good? No, if anyone’s going to finish me off, and even then they won’t, it would be your buddy Fish here. He’s the only one who’s got the balls to do it, anyway.”

“No, Ganondorf, that’s where you’re wrong. I’ll finish you if you lay one finger on that girl. That’s all it’ll take, one finger. Go ahead, try it, Ganondorf. I’ll shoot you right here, right now.”

I grinned. “Actually, that guy over there’s the one with the gun, which I’m still somewhat puzzled about.”

“Shut up!” He cried, pulling the string as far back as it would go. The bow looked like it was just about past its breaking point, though it still wouldn’t crack. “Just give her back.”

“But you were about to give her to me!” I said, trying to sound somewhat sad. For a fight, this was turning out to be much more talking than fighting. So I cast another spell over at the one with the gun. He was also caught in his shooting arm, which was making my life much easier. “Wow, for being the most elite warriors in Néron, you guys suck.”

But that was the final straw for Zen. He fired the arrow, which I barely had enough time to move past. It was caught in a wall on the other side of the square. The wall looked like it was about to give way, and the force of the impact had caused a small indent. “Damn. That one might’ve hurt more than the rest of ‘em,” I said passively.

That’s when my spy, Forsaken, struck. He was still in the shadows, hiding from the rest of the group. In a flash, he had taken Fish into custody and disappeared again, supposedly where I had told him to go, which was down in a little place I had set up here in Néron. It was a nice little place that I’ll get into later.

No one had noticed Fish’s disappearance, so I took it as my chance to escape. “Well, it’s been nice, but I really have to be going. Talk to you kids later.”

It was ten minutes later when everyone had attended to their wounds that they noticed that Fish was gone, not to be seen anywhere near the battleground.

Chapter Ten: Interrogation

My Néron headquarters was nothing to spit at, of course. You see, there was this old abandoned castle. At least, it was abandoned after somehow, everyone there ‘disappeared’. It was actually quite convenient, so I just went in and took everything over. It was two stories tall, made of stone. It wasn’t that thick though. I broke one of the walls getting in because the drawbridge was closed, since the inhabitants were afraid of me—Actually, they must’ve just forgotten to keep it down when they left. Yeah, that sounds about right.

Anyways, yes, I have a base of operations in Néron, and its pretty sweet. The dungeon, especially, was pretty nice. I mean, how many captives do you know that get REAL metal shackles when they’re down there? There are even ones for your feet and head, too! It’s really great. But, that probably wasn’t what the great Meta Fish was thinking while he was down there. It was probably going to be worse, too, once I started the interrogation process. That stuff is brutal! Have you ever been interrogated? I think not! Just for those of you who don’t know, I’ll list some things I usually do to get information out of people.

It usually starts with all of the lights being off, and the interrogated being on the wall, waiting for me to start asking questions. When they refuse to answer, depending on what mood I’m in, I’ll employ certain tactics to get that information out of them, such as physical abuse, emotional abuse, or sometimes when I’m feeling really good, both. After a while, the one being abused tends to give up and hand over the information. When they don’t, I’ll really put on the abuse, often in the form of temperature changes. You know, throwing scalding water on their faces, or putting ice on them. The ice doesn’t happen often. Actually, it only happened once, but we’re not going to go into that. Anyway, if they don’t crack by then, I usually just stop. If they’re not going to give up after being beaten and emotionally abused, they’re not going to give out anything. That’s when I’m about ready to kill them, and so I do. It isn’t like I can’t find someone else to but information out of.

The walkway down to the dungeon was a very serious walk. The walls were lined with stained glass windows, each depicting acts of torture. It was ironic if you think about it, though. Stained glass was supposed to be a beautiful work of art, yet here it was representing something so horrible. Irony enough, of course, but adding to the fact of what I was about to go down to the dungeon and do was priceless. The fact that the windows were there was odd too, since there was no light shining though, even in daytime.

“He’s all chained up,” Masamune said, throwing the bar down onto the latch of the door, locking it even though he knew where I was going. “I don’t know if he knows what’s coming, but I can tell you that he’s ready for just about anything you can throw at him.”

“Whatever, Masamune. Just go upstairs and wait for my word on what I need down here.” With that, he ran up the stairs and I finished my descent, standing in front of the door, behind which Fish was shackled to the wall. If I had any luck, he’d be cooperative and I wouldn’t have to worry about anything.

Too bad that wasn’t going to happen.

The door creaked heavily as I opened it, revealing a man against the wall, a disgusted look on his face. “So, are you ready to attempt and break me?” Fish asked, just about ready to spit on me.

“Yeah, pretty much,” I replied, deciding to keep the door open. I was going to enjoy watching Fish, the son of Prac, break under my fists. “So, why did you try to kill me, Fish? What do you have against little old me?”

“Domination of the world isn’t something you should joke about, Ganondorf.”

“Oh, but I find it particularly funny how easy it was, Fish! Listen to this. I follow this kid, he can’t be any older than 10. He, get this, gets all three spiritual stones, and gets the song of time. Then, he opens the door of time. He opened the temple of time, Fish! Hilarious as it is, I got to the Sacred Realm before he could, and take the Triforce! Problem is, I only got one part of it. The other two are somewhere around here, and you tried to trick me into thinking that you and your buddies had one of them! Too bad I found out that it was just that, a trick. So, I put on the act and let you guys attack me. That’s when my special ops hit you. I doubt either you or your team ever even thought of it, and that’s the real beauty.”

“So, how’d you find out about it, anyway?” Fish asked, now frowning.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I said, smiling at Fish with a guilty grin. “I’m not going to tell you either way. Once I return you, you can figure it out.”

At that, there was a large smacking noise, and Fish grunted. “You’re going to have to do better than that, Ganondorf.”

“I plan on it.”

***

A few hours later, a beaten and battered Fish was at the doorstep of RAIN, beaten to the brink of consciousness. I tapped the door a few times, and left before someone opened it. Up on the roof, I could hear the surprised cries and the voice of a traitor. “Fish, what the hell happened to you?”

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 7:43 pm

Chapter Eleven - The Fall

Fish had maintained critical injuries during his visit with me, and I didn’t lose one wink of sleep over it. The fool. If he wished to challenge my power, I really would have obliged him that much. Considering he is the son of an incredible man, Carp. I must speak of him later. But for now, we can focus on what happened to Meta Fish after he was found in front of RAIN HQ, beaten and battered with no remorse. Of course, the whole group knew who it was that put their leader through such a hard beating.

“Multiple fractures,” Koosei reported, now without her Zelda dress. She did keep the long gloves, since RAIN had decided to start adding things on to the items they had. Koosei’s gloves amplified what healing power she had, to a degree of which surgery was not needed to put away small tasks in which it was normally needed. Zen, Draken, and Sherriff all had their own personal items, the bow, the sporks, and the guns, respectively. They were all good weapons, though they obviously weren’t good enough to hurt Ganondorf the day before. Obviously, the group had much to do.

And Zen still wasn’t happy about the way he was treated on the battlefield. He had given Ganondorf nothing but the greatest respect, and what did he get back? Nothing. In his mind, this fight was now personal, with Koosei being the reasoning around it. Somehow, he didn’t want anything to happen to her, and yet knew that it would bring around his downfall. Either way, there was nothing that was going to happen to Koosei, as long as Zen Rider was in town.

Sherriff wasn’t happy about how his guns had faired against the evil lord. Above all, though, he was angered over the fact that they had done such little damage, considering that it was a technological advancement against the swords of the day. The gunpowder was efficient, and the bullets were the best he could make. Obviously, he would have to do better in his next batch. If they couldn’t even scratch Ganondorf, how was he supposed to protect those he loved from the other evils that lurked around Hyrule and Néron? That’s right. He couldn’t.

Draken, however, was the most levelheaded of them all. He knew from the beginning that he had little to no chance of hurting Ganondorf with his utensils, and didn’t plan for them to ever. Which was why he had to come up with a new special move. All he wanted to do was prove himself, to show to the rest of RAIN that he was worthy of the title that they had given him: Stealth Leader.

***

Betman and Seaphron sat on the roof of the building where RAIN was located, staring out at the sky as the sun set back into the state of darkness. “Seems like this is just what’s happening to the world, doesn’t it Seaphron?” Betman asked, pointing out to the light that disappeared over the horizon.

“You can’t help but think that sometimes, can you?” he replied, fiddling with a sword. “Ganondorf will be stopped, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to be today, Betman.” Seaphron stopped and pointed his sword upwards, making small circles. “Until then, we’ll have to deal with the fact that we have, ultimately, no control over what’s going to happen with are lives. The only choice we really have is to either join up with the dark side, or fight it until the day we die. But I’m still glad I chose this side.”

“Very true, Seaphron. Very true.” Betman sighed and rubbed his left arm. It was the only thing besides his skin that had changed, though neither of them were really for the better. Betman’s arm was endowed with dark energy, which was the reason for its constant black color. If he wanted to, he could take out a whole building with one punch. The only problem was the repercussions. After using his arm’s abilities, he would become sick, for the dark energy would flow through his very blood. Other than that, he was still a normal human, despite his awful skin. “So, how do you think Fish is doing?”

“Dunno. I’m pretty sure that it won’t be good, though. He took quite the beating back at Ganondorf’s castle, and I’m almost afraid. The winds have taken a turn for the worse, and I don’t want to be here when the whole thing explodes.”

Chapter Twelve - Reformation

“Well of course I couldn’t take the position,” Forsaken said. “Why can’t Fish do the job from his room?”

Koosei looked angry, with her teeth gritted and eyes cross. “You know very well that Fish is hurt, and can’t control RAIN’s workings while he’s laying in his bed unconscious, Forsaken. And for now, we need someone to be in charge.”

“I’ll think about it,” was all Forsaken said as he walked down the hallway, leaving Koosei behind. Fish had personally requested that Forsaken be put in charge while he was injured and not able to do the job. Forsaken, however, had other things that had priority to being in charge of RAIN. “I’m going out for a walk,” he called behind him, now walking out through the front door. He knew where he had to be going, with this new information.

“Forsaken, walking up to my doorstep again, are you?” I asked, watching the man a few yards away from my castle. “You like my digs?”

“Yes, I am, and yes, I do,” Forsaken said, shaking his head and walking up to the first set of gates. “I have new word from RAIN.”

“Oh, do you now? That sounds good.” If you hadn’t figured it out, I was sitting on top of the drawbridge, flipping a few rupees in my hands and letting the occasional one drop behind me, on top of the overhang. As Forsaken approached the doors and pulled them open, he almost fell in the moat hidden behind it. “It’s a nice feature, don’t you think? I added it on the other day, because I didn’t think this place was defensible enough, so I added on to the outside.”

“Well its good now,” he said while I pushed the bridge down. “RAIN wants me to be acting leader while Fish is out from that beating you gave him. Now, the only problem I have is that I might end up blowing my cover while attempting to be acting leader.”

***A Few Moments Later***

“Yeah, I could see how that problem might work. I mean, it won’t be long until they try something stupid again,” I smiled, sitting at one of the tables in one of the many rooms in my castle. This one was a wide room, with a small table and many decorations on shelves that lined the walls of the whole room. I looked at a far window, thinking about the situation. “Recommend Seaphron. He’s probably next in line anyway. Say you can’t take the position because of the pressure. It’s a serious job, running a serious business.”

“You just used the same adjective twice in one sentence. That’s not a good thing to do, Ganondorf. Betman would get you on that one,” he said, looking Ganondorf in the eye.

“What do you mean?”

“I think there’s a way we can start turning the members of RAIN onto our side. You see, I’ve noticed something about one of them…”

***

Seaphron sat upon the roof, again staring at the sun going down when Forsaken returned from his ‘walk’. Seaphron was getting curious about the whole thing, ever since Forsaken disappeared some time before the attack on Ganondorf. Even though he had an alibi, Seaphron wasn’t so sure that Forsaken was telling them the whole truth. Even the look in his eye didn’t sit well with him. Forsaken was up to something, Seaphron knew that much. No one else seemed to notice, though.

“It seems like Forsaken is up to something, doesn’t it, Seaphron?” Betman asked, climbing up on the roof; their usual spot when they had something to speak of. Seaphron had asked him to meet him up there, and Betman had no problem in complying. He at least had hoped that that was the reason that Seaphron had called him up there. If not, it was going to be a long discussion about how Forsaken, in his eyes, wasn’t a good guy in his book.

“Exactly why I called you up here,” Seaphron said, looking back down the way to make sure that no one was listening in on them. When he was sure that there was no one there, he returned to his part of the roof next to Betman, staring out over the horizon yet again. “I don’t know what it is, Betman. I don’t trust him anymore.”

“That’s what I was just thinking…He’s been acting strangely as of late, and I don’t know why. Especially after Fish came back. Did you hear the tone of his voice?” Betman asked.

“Yeah. I don’t understand why, though. Do you think he’s done anything with the enemy?” Seaphron said, checking the way up yet again. “I’m real jumpy these days, Betman. Something’s up, I don’t know what, and it’s really bugging me.”

“I don’t know if he’s with the enemy, but his attitude seems fake. I don’t trust him anymore.”

“I’m with you,” Seaphron said as a voice rang from back in the building.

“Seaphron, Betman, where are you two?” The voice was Zen’s, calling down the two RAIN members from the roof. He soon came up to the roof, looking at the pair. “You two are always up here talkin’ about somethin’, aren’t you two?”

“Seems like it, doesn’t it?” Betman said, walking towards the ladder that lead back down into his own room. “What’s the big deal that’s making you get us down off of here, anyway?”

“Forsaken has an announcement or somethin’. Since he’s acting leader at the moment, I’d come and listen. Anyways, I’ll meet you down there.”

“What do you think he wants?” Betman asked, watching as Zen made his way back down.

“I dunno, but I’m still uneasy. I don’t like this, Betman. Let’s get down there and find out what’s going on.”

***

All seven still conscious members of RAIN were sitting at the large round table located in the center room of their stronghold, with Forsaken in the spot that Fish usually sat at, Zen at his left, and Seaphron at his right. “Well, I bet you’re all wondering why I called you here today.” Forsaken said, and a murmur went through the group. “And I know that I can’t take the pressure of being the leader of RAIN. So, I’m handing my power over to Seaphron.”

The room was silent, until Seaphron spoke. “Well, I didn’t see that one coming.”

Chapter Thirteen: Exposing Weakness

The room was silent, until Seaphron spoke. “Well, I didn’t see that one coming.”

No one else did either. While most had expected to see Forsaken gladly take on the role as leader of RAIN, only Betman and Seaphron really expected anything other than it out of the man. Even if his deceit was something that could be proven on one’s word alone, they would have to catch him if it were to be credible. Other than that, RAIN was going to function differently under Seaphron’s law, and everyone knew it. With that, hope also shone though the orange skies of Néron. There was hope for life, and the hope for the destiny of all the members of RAIN.

The next few days went by smoothly enough. No one really had a hard time transitioning into the new style of living; Seaphron had greatly improved everyone’s quarters, and even added a ladder to the roof in his own. He had always thought of the sky as a beautiful thing, and with the newly installed windows and ladder, he’d be able to appreciate it even more. Everyone else really got what they wanted for their respective rooms, be it a bookshelf or a new bed. Seaphron was trying his best to keep the members on his good side. It wasn’t good to let them think you were up to something, even if you weren’t. One could never be too safe in the world.

And that was especially true for me, Ganondorf. I bet you’re all wondering how I knew all of this about the members of RAIN, but I assure you that I have done nothing wrong while obtaining this information. All I have really done is consult with Forsaken, who, if it wasn’t clear enough already, was my SPY. Good god, how long does it take for you guys to figure this stuff out? Each part of this story I’m telling had subtle hints; one of them all out said it! Good god, this is why I took over the world. I have no faith in today’s youth, especially raving fan-boys like you who read this story. Not that I don’t want you to read this story….Please read this story. I have nothing better to do with the rest of my pathetic life in the sacred realm than this, and somehow it’s getting to you. So keep reading!

Anyway, as I was saying. They had attacked once, and it was my turn to fight back. Forsaken had informed me that a certain RAIN member had a certain soft spot for another one of them, so I decided I could explit that face and use it to my advantage. (Hence the name of the chapter. It actually works this time! What the hell, right?)

***

It was a fine day, the day I chose to attack. It wasn’t so much of an attack as it was a mad ninja skill show, with one of my pupils going in and kidnapping one of their members. Seriously. Too easy. I swear to god, if Masamune can get in your base and take the girl that one of the other members has a crush on, then your base has no protection at all. Which is why I added the moat to mine. See, it’s good strategy! Anyway, I sent Masamune in to take care of that business. It wasn’t even five minutes before he came back out with the operative bound and captured, rendered unconscious by the drug I had given him before he went in. Sure, I know what you’re asking now. “If there are no guns, why are there biological weapons!?” Well, you know what? Shove it up your a**. I don’t care if there are nukes, this is my story, and you can’t change any of it. So put that in your juice box and suck it.

***

Koosei awoke a few hours later, feeling groggy and stiff. All of her joints were in pain, and she had no idea where she was. From what she could tell, it was a dungeon. Of course, the shackles on the wall, or the idle skeleton sitting in the corner obviously didn’t give that away. She stood, hearing little dripping noises around the place, and wondering why she did. The place was dryer than anywhere else she’d ever been, including that one time she went across the Gerudo’s desert. And that was REALLY dry.

“So, have you finally decided to wake up, m’dear?” I asked, looking at her from the grate in the doors that guarded the entrance to the dungeon.

“Ganondorf? How the-” She asked, looking puzzled and walking over to the door.

“Don’t even bother. You’re going to be out cold again in a few minutes anyway. I don’t like keeping my eyes on my prisoners. Anyway, this is a great day for you. You’re now MY bait. Starting tomorrow, you’d better start cooperating. If not, we have ways to make you cooperate. Think about it, though,” I said, walking away. “At least you don’t have to wear that stupid dress again.”

Chapter Fourteen - Promises Made

So, there it was. Koosei was in my hands, Zen Rider would probably be fuming over it, and he’d have to get some friends to come in and help him save her. The problem with that was that the new leader might not be okay with the mission; obviously, he would be able to see it was a trap, right? Well, those in love are blind, so Zen was obviously going to rush in like a blind man. And then I’d end up turning him on my side in exchange for her life, and then I’d be up one member. One very valuable member for a change. And I really needed members for my little group that had been educated better than others. Maybe I could even pull others from RAIN aside for my party. If I could pull that off, then I’d probably have to wait until the next organization of highly trained assassins tried to come and kill me. It probable wouldn’t be long; I have quite the reputation around the different lands these days. Maybe I’m not a benevolent ruler, but man can I rule a country/land/whatever you want to call what I’m running here.

“Seaphron, we have to get her back!” Zen pleaded, following Seaphron around the facility. “Koosei is our only healer, and if we don’t get her back then we’re all dead anyway!”

“I said NO, Zen Rider. Final answer,” Seaphron kept walking, not even looking over his shoulder at a disgusted Zen who was now almost literally fuming over the leader’s decision.

“Seaphron, you know damned well that we can’t have Fish out and not have her here!”

Seaphron turned, a look of determination in his eyes. “If you don’t like my decisions, then you can leave. We both know very well that it’s obviously a trap, Zen. Fish is doing fine right now, and I’m pretty sure we’ve been getting along without him well enough for the past week and a half. Listen up, Zen. You know I hate to leave her there, I really do. But right now, I have no choice. We can’t have everyone being kidnapped and tortured!”

Zen sighed. “I can see why Forsaken wanted you to be the leader instead of him.” With that, he turned around and left, leaving Seaphron to go back to his room, then to the roof.

“Tough day, captain?” Betman asked, not turning around but just listening to the sounds of the man walk up the wooden ladder.

“Zen wants to launch an attack on Ganondorf to get Koosei back, even if it is the trap that we know it is. He’s letting his feelings get in the way, and if he keeps it up, we can’t help him. Simple as that.”

“I see,” Betman replied, laying back on the flat portion of the roof. “We do have to get her back though. Sooner, preferably.”

“Betman, don’t tell me you’re on his side…” Seaphron said, shaking his head.

“I’m not saying that I’m on his side. I’m just saying that I can see the viewpoint from where he’s coming from. If he needs help, I’ll probably end up giving it to him.”

“Even if I order you not to?”

“Not every order is a good one, captain.”

“Well played, Betman. Well played…” Seaphron stopped and sat up, looking around. “Listen, I know you do want to get back at Ganondorf for what he did to you, but even you can’t let that control you. You have to maintain a balance of professionalism and passion. Don’t let that rage control you. Especially you, Betman. If you ever rage out, who knows what that arm might do to you. It has a lot of unharnessed energy, whether it be good or bad. Promise me that you’ll try to keep it under wraps.”

“Is this jacket not good enough?” Betman asked with a sarcastic tone, obviously trying to lighten the mood. “Yeah, I’ll do my best to keep it down. But if I DO rage out…If you have to, you have to take me out. If I ever try and kill anyone besides the enemy, be it street walker or RAIN member, kill me. I know that you and Fish can independently. Don’t let me hurt anyone.”

“You bet.”

Chapter Fifteen - Defiance

“I can’t help you,” Draken said, looking back and forth with shifty eyes. “You know we could both get in a lot of trouble for just talking about this, Zen! Listen, you know I would help you if I could, but I can’t. Arranging a mission like this is suicide without numbers, and you can’t get those without permission from the boss. Just…Listen, Zen. I hate to see her gone too, but I also know better than to go against the boss. You should too.”

“I know when a decision is bad, Draken. I know when rules should be broken, or when leaders should be defied. And today, I know that Seaphron made the wrong choice. I think I’m in love with her, Draken, and I can’t let her die out there.” Zen said, turning around to leave but running into Betman. “Ack, Betman…You aren’t going to say anything, are you?”

“Of course not, Zen,” Betman said.

“Thank you so much…”

“It isn’t as if Seaphron didn’t know that already. You’ve made your meaning blatantly obvious. You aren’t doing so well at masking your intentions….Here,” Betman stopped, digging into his pocket to try and find something. “I had something made for you, but I believe I left it in my quarters…If you’d please follow me. Draken, if you’d excuse us,” Betman made a simple wave before dragging Zen down off the hall and into his room.

“Trying to get yourself killed, eh?” Betman asked, looking through a chest of drawers. “Don’t bother answering, it was rhetorical. Anyway, if you’re thinking of trying to save Koosei, you can’t go in without any information about the enemy. That’s why I had Draken go and draw me up a map of Ganondorf’s castle. See, he did end up helping you after all!” he said, handing the map over to Zen.

“But why are you helping me? You told me that you were against saving Koosei,” Zen asked, obviously puzzled.

“No, I never said that I was against it. Actually, I haven’t told you my opinion at all. Keep quiet and maybe I’ll tell you. Anyway, take a look at this map. Koosei should be here, on the bottom level of the castle. Now, there’s a way to get-”

“Let me guess, underwater pipes leading into the facility. Then, I’ll have to dodge the patrols that will kill me on sight and sneak into the place where she’s hidden away while dodging the guards again.”

“Not really. I was going to come with you and help you get her while taking out the guards along the way. But we can still do your plan, if you really want to.”

“What? But you’re Seaphron’s right hand man! You’re the guy he goes to when he needs help and-”

“Would you shut up and calm down? You see, I had always thought that you were a great number of RAIN, who wouldn’t go against any order given by the chief. Guess I was wrong. Ah, well, either way, I’m going to help you get in there and get her out. But it isn’t because I like you, and it isn’t because I agree with you. It’s because these are my orders from Seaphron, and I’m going to carry them out.”

***

Forsaken stood in front of me and my throne, bewildered at the situation. “How did you know that Seaphron would give Betman those orders, Ganondorf?”

“Nothing but a hunch, Forsaken. But it anyone else asks, we should tell them that I’m all-knowing. That’d make them think twice about their decision making.”

Forsaken laughed at my unfunny joke, a sheer sign of true loyalty. “Will do, sir, will do. But still, I have one other question. What are you going to do with the two rebels once they get in?”

“Well, my friend, that’s quite simple, actually. They’ll either work towards my cause or die. Easy as that. But, as you can see, turning them might be easier than previously thought. You see, Betman’s strong point can be easily exposed as a weak point. If we can harness that dark energy, there’s a great chance that he’ll come to see why our side is so powerful.”

“That’s bloody brilliant, Ganondorf. And Zen Rider?”

“Oh, he’ll come around. Remember, we still have his girl. Here’s how I expect it to go: Zen rushes in, arrows flying with Betman right behind, covering what he misses. You KO the scary one with the freaky arm, and bring him down to the dungeon across the hall from Koosei. We have to add to the drama by adding a window for both of them to see each other. Masamune, come in!” I called, watching the man walk into the room.

“Yes, sire?” he asked, kneeling. It was an unnecessary action, but I appreciated sucking up none the less.

“Eh, what’s with the getup?” I asked, looking him over. He was wearing some weird robe and a tan pointed hat.

“I dunno. Just thought it looked good,” he replied.

“Yeah, whatever. Go make windows in Koosei’s and Betman’s dungeon holds.”

“Yes, sire,” Masamune said while exiting, the wooden shoes clicking on the solid stone floor as he did so.

“Anyway, Forsaken, you take Betman and stick him in that cell. Give him this,” I threw him a pill, “And shove it down his throat while he’s out. Then, you get to confront Zen. Fight him. When you defeat him, offer this position at my side. If he either accepts or refuses, bring him to me. I’ll take care of things after that.”

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Chapter Sixteen - Briefing

I looked out over Néron, which would soon be my next kingdom. Who would I leave it to? Forsaken was the likely choice once I left, since I needed Masamune to help me out with the smaller tasks, such as recon and the occasional kidnapping. Not like I’d let him know that I needed him, though. Otherwise, there were occasional reports in Rytule of revolts against my own Hylian Empire, and that would be where I ended up after I finished with Néron. Otherwise, I was ready for the two rebel fighters to commence their assault upon my fortress.

***

The briefing room was locked tight and solid. This mission was secret, never to be kept on record. If anything were to go wrong, than the members on said mission were to be given proper burials and heroes’ rankings, along with a fake story commending their heroic efforts to try and help the revolts in Rytule. Otherwise, only four RAIN members knew of the mission to save Koosei: Betman, Zen Rider, Seaphron, and the ever present fly on the wall, Forsaken. “Now, you two know that this mission is beyond dangerous, and it will never be known that you two actually went on this rescue attempt unless you do bring her back. Then, there will be much rejoicing. Otherwise, you will still be regarded as heroes within RAIN.”

“You bet,” Zen said, looking around a little bit. “Is there a chance that we’ll get back-up any time on this mission?”

“Nope,” Betman said from across the briefing table at which the three of them sat. “It’s our job alone to get in and out of there as soon as possible, with Koosei intact. And for that to happen, speed is key. You’re fast enough to get past the guards undetected. I’m strong enough to provide you a lengthy distraction and dispatch quite a few guards. We’ll be splitting up right quick once we get in there, right Seaphron?”

“Correct, Betman. Once inside the two of you will go separate ways. Betman, you’ll be the first to go in, and you’ll head left. Zen, you will follow. From that point after, you’ll split up. Now, pay attention to this part. The split point is a very large room, and will likely be patrolled. Zen, there’s a second room like that on your path, so you’ll have to be extra careful. Otherwise, this whole thing should run like clockwork,” Seaphron finished. “Any questions? No? Good. Go time is in one hour. Good luck, men.”

***

“Welcome to a special staff meeting here,” I said smiling. My subjects were easy enough to handle, and would likely do whatever crazy thing I asked. Though, that likely came from the brainwashing. Whatever. “I’ve called you all in tonight for one reason alone. You all have the night off!”

That made them all quite happy. I shooed them all out of the room and brought in my two main men: Masamune and Forsaken. “We’re getting the night off, Ganondorf?” Masamune asked.

“Of course not!” I said, a little bit of force behind my voice. “No, Masamune, you don’t have the night off. You, my friend, are going to be in charge of guarding the prisoners.”

“But we only have one prisoner. How can we guard prisoners if there’s only one?”

“No, no, there are going to be two prisoners by the end of the night,” I said.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“No way! Who’s going to be the other prisoner?” Masamune asked, looking around like he was already there.

“Why do you bother, Ganondorf?” Forsaken asked, putting a hand over his face.

“I don’t even know, Forsaken. Anyways, you two both know your assignments, correct? Good. Go time is in thirty minutes. Good luck…”

***

The room was beyond quiet as I went in. The table was long, with dishes line up and down, all waiting to be filled. There would be no big meal on that night, would there be much regularity. From that night forward, the twinkling of a chandelier would never again be compared to the stars, for they went out from the darkness emitted in the fighting. I’m not much of a poet, but I can say that on occasion, when struck by that inspiration, I can get something nice down. That night, I knew what I was doing to the world, and felt no regret. That night, I saw true suffering. And on that night, I remembered an oath that friends had taken. Things that had to be done on that oath were sacred, and I had carried them out with passion. The bond of words is not one that should be taken lightly, nor broken.

That is what I found.

Chapter Seventeen – Mission: Start!

The night was dark, and the mission was set to begin in five minutes. Until then, Zen and Betman were hiding behind a ruined brick wall. Betman stuck out like a sore thumb in his bright white jacket, and he refused to take it off. “They’re going to see me either way,” he had said. “If they see me early, then you’ll be able to get in there faster.”

Zen had just shrugged it off and prepared himself for what he was about to do. He was going to save Koosei, no matter the cost. “Betman, ya ready to go?” he asked while shifting around, antsy for what was about to happen. Thoughts were racing through his head, such as ‘what if I can’t do it?’ or ‘what if Betman can’t keep them distracted long enough?’ After all of it, he just decided to stop thinking. All he had to do was remember his orders, and he’d be fine.

“Yeah, let’s get moving.” Unbeknownst to Zen, the same thoughts were going through Betman’s head, though he would never show it openly. If he didn’t make sure that the guards weren’t looking for at least an hour, then they were both doomed. A second later, he ran over to an old sewage pipe, laying empty and the only way into the castle. “This is the right one, eh?”

“Yep, now get in,” Zen said, getting in and crawling slowly on, making sure not to cause any loud noises that might disturb any of the night duty. There was an echo from ahead, tattering inside of the old metal. Zen raised his hand, and they both stopped. “What the hell is that?” The echo kept going, even though they were still.

“You’re asking me?” he replied, a look of ‘duh’ on his face. “I’m behind you, and I have worse vision. Can you see what’s up there?”

“That’s worse than what I asked!” Zen snapped, still attempting to stay quiet inside of the pipe. “I’d only ask you if I couldn’t see!”

“Ugh, just shut up and keep moving!” Betman said, the annoyance clear in his voice. The tunnel went on for what seemed like hours, though it was only a few moments. And after that, the castle’s insides greeted them with a sobering silence. “Did you fart?”

***

I’ve talked about the importance of a defended base, haven’t I? Of course I have! Why do you think it took Link so long to banish me here? Anyway, the pipe that those two were talking about is an old sewage pipe I had cleared out and washed. A few days later, Draken come by to scout the place out. It really was my gain, since it was the only unguarded place in the castle at the time.

As those two entered, I watched them from the shadows. Zen and Betman split up from each other as soon as they got inside. I was confused. At least, I was, in a word, somewhat concerned. I would’ve used the buddy system! Zen, as we all know, is a long range fighter, while Betman hits them from up close. Besides that whole thing, my plan was going to go great. As soon as Zen was out of eyesight, we…well, Forsaken, took Betman, knocked him out, shoved that capsule down his throat, and put him in the cell we had made for him, with those windows and everything. So now, we’ll pay attention to his side of the story for the rest of the chapter. I bet you wanted to read about Zen, didn’t you? Well tough crap, because I can’t think of how to write about his side. So, here’s Betman:

***

Betman awoke with a horrible taste in his mouth and an even worse pain on the back of his head. The darkness around him was lifted a bit once his eyes readjusted, and he looked across the way from a window only to find that he was now also stuck in a cell. “s**t,” he muttered, getting up to walk off the ache in his bones.

“BETMAN!?” came a cry from the cell across the way. It was Koosei, and she didn’t sound very happy to hear him. “What in god’s name are you doing here!?”

“I came here with Zen…to uh, get you out…Doesn’t look like I did so well, does it?” Betman sighed. He had attempted to lighten the mood, though it didn’t seem to work so well.

“Well, where’s Zen now?”

“You see, that’s a beautiful question that I can’t answer,” Betman replied. “We had just split up when I was caught. I don’t even know what I was hit by…”

“I uh…I think that it might have been someone that you’re quite familiar with. Ganondorf comes down here once in a while to monologue at me…”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, but it does get me some good information. It turns out that Forsaken’s been cheating on us all along. He’s been working over here with Ganondorf, and that’s why he didn’t take the position of captain when Fish was injured. And you know how powerful he is! And…Oh god! Zen! He’s going to be in a huge amount of trouble!”

“Zen can handle more than you think,” Betman said, rubbing his left arm with his right. “Koosei, you have to listen. I think that there’s something bigger than we know going on tonight. And…I don’t know who’s going to come out of it alive. My mission’s already over. I’ve failed, and there’s nothing I can do by get you out.” Betman sighed again, and started building up the dark energy in his arm. A few moments later, both doors were bashed in before Masamune could come back from the kitchen with his snack. The two of them were gone.

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 7:47 pm

Done reserving, getting ready to put the part of the story I have done up. D=

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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 11:20 pm

There's a lot of Ganondorf's past in the end-scenes of windwaker.
stuff about how he came to hyrule because the wind in hyrule brough happiness, when in gerudo-land, it only brought suffering, so he was envious of hyrule and sought to conquer it and he thought the only way to do that was to get the triforce.

Random suggestion: you should tell how he searched through each of the races of hyrule-dwellers, raining terror upon them and such.

Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 9:42 am

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There's a lot of Ganondorf's past in the end-scenes of windwaker.
stuff about how he came to hyrule because the wind in hyrule brough happiness, when in gerudo-land, it only brought suffering, so he was envious of hyrule and sought to conquer it and he thought the only way to do that was to get the triforce.

Random suggestion: you should tell how he searched through each of the races of hyrule-dwellers, raining terror upon them and such.

Yeah, I was thinking about that thing with talking about how he made everyone want to asplode. Either way, I'll find some information about it. I really don't want to have to play through WindWaker again...(I hate fishing for triforce pieces. -___-), so I'll go find a script for the game. And, Wikipedia is like a god for this kind of stuff. XD

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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:19 pm

correct me if Im wrong (I probably am) but doesnt Ganandorf not know that Zelda and Link have Triforce pieces?
Sometime during the seven years he learns that Zelda has one, but for Link its not until near the end of the game

Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:03 pm

Oh yeah.... 3nodding

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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:04 pm

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correct me if Im wrong (I probably am) but doesnt Ganandorf not know that Zelda and Link have Triforce pieces?
Sometime during the seven years he learns that Zelda has one, but for Link its not until near the end of the game

Probably. I didnt' look anything up before I wrote that part, but it'll get corrected later. by the way, I always hand write stuff before I put it on the computer, so I can take it wherever I go, so updates'll kinda be far between. 3nodding

Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 4:43 pm

Great story so far! Even though its been only a few lines! Keep it up!

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I plan on having the first real 'chapter' up by friday, depicting Ganondorf's...'experiences' with the Composer Brothers. heart s go to Wikipedia. >_>

Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 10:32 pm

KIDS! A REAL CHAPTER! OMG RITE? COME READ.

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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 10:44 pm

biggrin cooooool. I love how, through him, what he did sounds completely justified.

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