Link stood defiantly in the eyes of Dark Link, sword in hand. Dark Link cackled amusedly as he looked over at Link, he hopped from foot to foot and shook his head as he did so. Link glared in recognition; there was no doubt this was the doppelganger he had fought before. How could he forget the wild insanity that emanated from within the dark being, it plagued his nightmares and shook his soul. Again Dark Link laughed in a high and echoing voice, this time waving his sword around in the process.

"Real Thing, what's the matter, not thrilled to see your old pal? Haha!" the dark one mocked, "Where's that fairy of yours, Real Thing, off with another hero?"

Link raised an eyebrow in suspicion, and wondered what the doppelganger truly meant by that. The fact that he mentioned Navi at all could very well mean he knew her location. On the other hand, he doubted Dark Link's intelligence, so chances are he simply hasn't seen her. If that is the case, she must be somewhere else in the dungeon. Link thought for a moment, and determined that Navi must be in one of the rooms they overlooked.

Probably the one with the biggest chest and most gruesome monster, he thought irritably.

"Come on Real Thing, don't worry, you always got me! Ahaha!"

Link turned his attention back to Dark Link and gripped his sword more tightly. He stared Dark Link straight in the eye, and then he put on a shocked expression and shifted his gaze on the wall behind the dark being. Dark Link got a confused look and turned around to see what Link was looking at, and the moment he did Link rushed him and managed to knock him in the side of the head with the flat of his blade.

"Oh, Real Thing, was that really necessary?" Dark Link said, stumbling backward, a grin on his face, "Here I was hoping we could be the best of FRIENDS!"

Dark Link cackled loudly and leapt at Link, his sword swinging wildly. Link narrowly managed to parry the blows and staggered backwards. Link subtly pulled out a bomb and hurled it in Dark Link's direction. As Dark Link jumped the bomb, he collided with the second bomb Link had thrown above him, then screamed maddeningly as the bomb exploded.

"Ehh? Bombs, Real Thing, is that really necessary?" the smoldering doppelganger said delightedly, "What's wrong, no faith in your sword arm?"

Link brushed off the verbal jabs and hurled his boomerang at his opponent. As Dark Link stepped aside effortlessly, Link tossed a bomb at his feet, and then leapt high in the air, drew his bow, and fired off three arrows at the dark one's face. Dark Link too leapt into the air and the arrows were incinerated by the bomb's explosion beneath him. As Link fell back down to the ground, Dark Link was hit from behind by the returning boomerang. As Dark Link fell, Link shot an Ice Arrow at him; thus freezing the lower half of his body.

"Haha! Chilly! You know Real Thing—" Dark Link began, but was cut off before he could continue.

"Stop calling me Real Thing!" yelled Link, great annoyance prevalent in his voice, "My name is Link. LINK!"

"Struck a nerve, have I, Real Thing?"

Link roared and fired an arrow into Dark Link's face. Dark Link's ice encased body shuddered as the arrow stuck in his forehead. Breathing a sigh of relief, Link relaxed and lowered his weapons. He had had quite enough of that doppelganger.

Link jumped in surprise as the ice binding Dark Link shattered, and the dark being ripped the arrow from his forehead.

"Come now, you don't think I'm about to go down that easily do you?" he said innocently, but then he bent his knees and smashed the ground furiously with his sword. Infernal rage poured out of his eyes, it was so strong Link could almost touch it. His tone turning gravely serious, he added, "Let's go, Link."

Link and Dark Link's swords crashed against each other, ringing loudly in the darkness. Sparks flew as the two traded blows, back and forth, again and again. Link delivered a crushing downward swing, but Dark Link blocked the hit with his own sword. Dark Link countered with a step forward and a wide horizontal slash, but Link managed to effectively parry it with the Master Sword. A strong kick to the stomach by Dark Link sent the green clad hero sailing backwards, but as he flew he hurled a bomb into Dark Link's face. The explosion knocked the dark one to the ground. Both fighters, once again on their feet, rushed each other determinedly.

The two were evenly matched, which is to be expected when one is fighting his dark side. Both fighters managed to get the occasional hit one his opponent, but neither was gaining any true headway. Link however, was running out of stamina much faster that Dark Link, as a result of having traversed the dungeon before hand.

Link launched himself through the air and delivered a flying sword plant, which caught Dark Link in the right shoulder. The doppelganger responded with a cry of pain and a quick thrust of his blade into Link's right arm. Pressing hard against Dark Link's face and shoulder with his feet, Link vaulted backwards through the air and landed ten feet back. He ran his hand tentatively over the wound in his right arm and showed little concern.

Tch, he'll pay for that. How dare he damage my body! Link thought to himself as he beheld Dark Link running a hand over his shoulder, Ah well, it's not like I need that arm a whole a lot right now. Then again, it's not like he needs that shoulder either. We're both left-handed…

Dark Link screamed loudly, his voice held an obscure blend of fury and delight. He shook his head wildly and yelled loudly, then abruptly stared Link dead in the eyes. With a level of speed he had not shown before, Dark Link ran at Link and dived towards him. As he soared horizontally, he unleashed a new variation on Link's trademark Spin Attack. Dark Link flew towards Link, head first, spiraling as he did; sword tearing up the ground. Link, having no idea how to defend against this new attack, tried in vain to dive out of the way. The dark doppelganger blew past him like a propeller on a jet engine. Link howled in agony as Dark Link's sword ripped up his back. Scraps of blood soaked green material scattered around in the wind generated by Dark Link's propeller attack.

Link fell forward onto his stomach, twitching in pain, and struggling to pull himself to his knees. Blood ran freely from the wounds on his back, and dripped down his back and off his waist to the hard ground below.

"Didn't see that one coming did you, Link?" Dark Link sneered, as he shook the Hyrulian's blood from his sword. He followed up with a loud echoing laugh that sent chills down Link's spine.

Link managed to pull himself to his feet, though barely, and leaned on this sword for support. The pain in his back was immense, almost blinding at times. Gritting his teeth and steeling his nerve, Link straightened his back and tensed his body. Blood splashed onto the ground below him as he did. Doing everything in his power to ignore the pain in his back, Link gripped his sword and ran once again at Dark Link. As Dark Link reacted, the two fighters began fighting once again.

Marth wiped blood from his eyes as he looked up at the twenty-seven remaining harpies; he had managed to kill twelve of them so far, but the fight was beginning to take its toll on his body. The harpies were getting more aggressive, and he was growing more fatigued by the minute. He wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to continue.

A harpy's screech pierced the air as it, and three of its friends, dived at Marth. Marth leaped through the air towards them and pulled into a defensive position. When the four harpies impacted him they were torn apart by Marth's Counter move. Vaulting off one of the dead harpies, Marth soared towards a harpy in front of him, and pierced it's skull with his sword. Again he vaulted of the dead harpy and headed towards another. This time though, one of the harpies charged his right side, and sent him careening into a wall.

Marth coughed painfully, and rolled onto a platform beneath him. Luckily for him it had been there, otherwise he would have fallen into the darkness below, just as Link had. Determined to avenge Link, Marth faced off against the twenty-two remaining harpies. A sharp pain shot through his body though, as he gripped his sword tightly. That last blow had dealt a lot of damage.

Ugh… That hurts… I really can't take a hit, Marth thought as he rubbed his right arm, Well, I guess this is what I get for choosing speed over defense.

Marth jumped backwards towards the wall, then using it as a base, propelled himself towards the swarm of harpies. As soon as he was in range he started a Sword Dancer combo. A quick vertical slash bisected the first harpy in his path, the second harpy was split horizontally, and the next one was trisected by two cuts in quick succession. The combo's fifth blow landed on some poor harpy with the misfortune of being hit with the tip of Marth's blade. The harpy was launched through the wall of the room, thus shattering more of the wall, and causing the entire room to shake.

Marth pulled back and glided down to a small platform below him, whereupon he began charging his Shield Breaker. A pale purple glow began to for around his sword, growing stronger and stronger as time passed. The two nearest harpies, in all their wisdom, decided that now was good time to attack. The both of them were hit by the full power of Marth's attack; one harpy was knocked straight down into the abyss below, and the other one was knocked into the platform in front of Marth, which subsequently shattered. Its pieces disappeared into the deep darkness below.

Just as he was beginning to think he had a chance of winning, the sixteen remaining harpies all rushed him at once. Marth received a decisive blow that knocked him through the air and into the wall above the western door. Marth cried out as he fell the few feet to the ground, and as his sword fell from his hand. Through dizzy eyes, Marth looked in horror at the harpies flying ominously towards him. He struggled to reclaim his sword, but to no avail, it was too far out of reach, and Marth was in no condition move.

So this is it, huh, well, I suppose I've had a good run, Marth pondered reminiscently, Although, I sure would have like to spend some more time with my beloved Link… Oh well… Maybe in the next life…

Resigning himself to defeat, Marth sat and waited for the end. He would have to wait a little longer though, because right then a big man with short red hair, black and brown leather armor, and a large sword on his back came crashing through the wall above his head. Right foot forward and surrounded by dark purple energy, the man soared through the air and issued a shattering kick to the nearest harpy, which in turn collided with two other harpies. All three harpies were killed on impact and plummeted from sight.

Marth's clouded mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. As the man in front of him focused the purple energy onto his right fist, a familiar voice rang in his ear.

"Marth, are you okay? I brought a Red Potion!" the high pitched feminine voice said into his left ear, "Here, take it!"

"Navi…?" he mumbled bewildered, as the man in front of him unleashed a immensely destructive punch to a harpy, and sent it crashing into three other harpies, and then through the wall above the eastern door. Marth turned his head to the left to see Navi floating in front of his eyes, clutching a red potion in her hands. The sight was quite humorous, as the potion bottle was roughly three times the size of Navi. Marth would have laughed if he didn't feel like his chest would explode is he did, "We were looking for you… I… Link and Hector… they…"

"Don't worry right now, just drink the potion, it'll help!" the tiny blue fairy pleaded as she dropped the red potion into Marth's left hand, which was resting at his side. Casting a glance at the armored man, who now had his sword in hand and was proceeding to cleave the remaining harpies, Marth slowly and painfully lifted the potion to his lips and drank.

The red liquid burned his throat as it splashed down, but even as he drank it, he could feel his mind clearing, and his wounds healing. With his strength partially restored he gulped down the rest of the potion, grabbed his sword, and jumped to his feet. Navi buzzed around his head happily as he flexed and tested his body. He was not nearly at full strength, but it was more than enough to keep going.

Marth looked past the man in front of him and saw there were only three harpies remaining, but they were hanging back at the far end of the chamber. With a grin on his face, Marth dashed up behind the man and jumped onto his shoulders. The man gave Marth a confused and slightly angry look, almost as if he wanted to beat down the agile prince right there, but then he realized what Marth wanted.

The man leapt as far and high as he could off the ledge, and then Marth launched himself off the man's shoulders. Soaring towards the harpies like a missile, he readied his sword. The last thing the harpies saw was a blue blur and a flash of silver, and Marth landed on the ledge in front of the eastern door.

The harpies defeated, Marth, Navi, and the powerful man met on a decently sized platform in the middle of the chamber.

"Marth, we've got to save Link, there's no way he can hang on much longer!" Navi explained frantically.

"Link?" breathed Marth in confusion, "He's alive? There's no way he could have survived that fall!"

"Link and I are joined spiritually," she explained, "so I know he's alive. He's wounded though, and badly, and if what Ganondorf says is true though, he's in serious danger."

"What do you mean?" Marth inquired, still not fully sure what was happening, "Isn't Ganondorf a bad guy?"

"Heh, there's no doubt about that," Ganondorf said confidently. His tone turning dire, he added, "Regardless, I can sense the creature Link is fighting. It is an evil thing, something more so even than I. I may be evil, but I am wise; I understand that darkness must be controlled in a certain way in order to be utilized, and I operate through order and logic. Unlike me, this being is pure, unrestrained chaotic evil. It may give off the illusion of linearity, but all it cares about is destruction. Heh, while I'm not one to talk against destruction, this thing pushes it too far. I will destroy it, even if that means helping Link."

"Err… I suppose if we are to save Link, we don't have much choice to trust you," admitted Marth reluctantly.

"Indeed," Ganondorf said deeply, and not without regret, "Now, come fairy, and you also, swordsman. I've got an enemy to destroy, and an enemy so save. We've got to find a way down to Link."

"Well," said Navi slowly, "the fastest way down to him is, well, down."

"Heh, too true," said Ganondorf darkly, a wicked grin crossing his lips. In a swift move, he shoved Navi in a bottle, and grabbed Marth securely. Following that, he jumped down into the dark abyss below, despite the screams of terror coming from both Navi and Marth.

"You're finished, Real Thing, or should I say, Hero of Time?" Dark Link mocked cruelly as he ripped his sword out of Link's right arm, which had barely stopped the blade from piercing his heart. Blood ran freely down his wounded arm, and from the numerous other wounds covering his body.

Fiercely gripping his sword, Link stuck the blade into the cold, stone platform, and pulled himself up from the floor and onto his feet. He wavered precariously as he leaned on the sword, back arched and head dizzy. Several feet in front of him, Dark Link stood smugly, though not without wounds of his own. Link grimaced sharply, but more out of annoyance than pain; fatigue had caught up with him much faster that he had hoped. In top form, he and Dark Link were dead equal in combat; however, he was hardly in top form right now. His head dizzy, so very dizzy, Link pushed himself to stand straight, rigid, and look Dark Link in the eye. If he was going to win this, he was going to have to do something drastic.

"Is that what you think, huh, Phony Thing?" Link spat sharply as he took the verbal offensive, blood spraying from his lips as breathed, "You've got it all wrong you disgusting farce! Not only do I have the upper hand, but like you said, I'm the real thing. You are nothing but a counterfeit; a reflection of my glory. Without me you wouldn't even exist, blasphemous impure forgery!"

Dark Link roared in fury at Link's taunts and charged him, sword forward, and eyes burning with madness. The sounds of his steps echoed his anger throughout the chamber. A sickening noise passed the ears of the combatants as Dark Link thrust his sword into Link's unprotected stomach. Link groaned yelled as the blade twisted inside him.

"You're an inch from death, Inferior Thing, and you're looking him in the face," whispered Dark Link triumphantly as his sword coated itself with Link's red blood.

"Two Inches," Link retorted resolutely as he grabbed the blade of Dark Link's sword with his mangled right hand and pulled it deeper into his body, grinning painfully, he added, "Now I'm an inch from death. It doesn't really matter though; you're going to die first anyway, Cadaverous Thing."

Dark Link looked as if he was about to make a witty retort, but before he could, Link plunged the Master Sword into the dark one's side. Staggering backwards, clutching his side, Dark Link released his grip on his sword. As quick as he could manage in his state, Link dropped the Master Sword, pulled out the Megaton Hammer, and swung it in a low, rising, vertical arc, thus impacting Dark Link's chin with a bone shattering uppercut.

Howling with rage and clutching his face, Dark Link flew backwards through the air and landed about thirty feet from the pedestal on which stood the sword bathed in radiant light. He hit the ground with a thud. Link watched the doppelganger twitch sporadically on the ground before the pedestal; he made no move at regaining his stance.

Bracing himself resolutely for the intense pain, Link carefully slid the dark, bloody, sword out of his stomach. As blood poured out of his stomach, Link beheld the sword that gave him the fatal blow. Structurally it was identical to the Master Sword, yet where the Master Sword had a blue hilt and silver-white blade, this sword had a dark, almost blood red hilt and an obsidian-black blade.

He dropped to his knees and coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the already bloody stone beneath him. More blood splashed forth from the wound in his stomach, and through hazy eyes, Link noticed that Dark Link was on his feet, approaching the sword on the pedestal. After he stepped up to the sword though, he turned around and beheld Link.

"It's called Black Master Sword," he said nihilistically as he had noticed Link examining the black sword in his hands, he continued as his eyes ran across the dark weapon, "It's an exact replica of yours, with the exception that it's not known as the 'Sword of Evil's Bane'. That sword holds no reputation wrought through light, it is a thing of darkness, much like me, heh. I lovingly refer to it as the 'Sword of Evil's Reign,' but you don't have to call it that."

Dark Link looked uncharacteristically sentimental as he looked at the black mockery of the Master Sword resting in Link's hands. Link grabbed the Master Sword, and gripped both swords tightly, thrusting both of them into the stone in order to keep himself on his knees. He breathed heavily and painfully as he glared up at Dark Link.

"Call it whatever you want though; It's yours," Dark Link with finality, and with a devious grin he added, "I don't need it anymore."

Link coughed brutally as Dark Link spun around and wrenched the sword from its pedestal. The instant the sword was in his hand, Dark Link's body began to glow. A white light completely encompassed him, and then radically shifted to a presence of darkness. The dark glow began to stretch and distort slowly, and then at once it stretched horizontally. The dark glow kind of melted away and where once stood Dark Link; there now stood in a row, four subtly different Dark Links.

"Gotta love the Four Sword, eh Real Thing?" the one on the center left laughed coolly, as Link's eyes went wide with horror and despair.

The sun shone high above Roy and Isaac, searing them brightly with its scorching rays. The sand beneath their feet shifted as they stepped, making walking that much harder. There was not a breeze to be felt, nor a cloud in the sky; the air was dead heat, burning their parched throats as they inhaled. They trudged forward, clothes heavy with sweat, and hair drooping in the sticky humidity generated by their bodies.

"I hate deserts," grumbled Isaac, as he dragged his sword lazily through the burning sands, "Seriously, a desert this hot, there's got to be an oasis around here somewhere!"

Roy let out a low groan of agreement. Head drooped low, he shuffled on. He too was dragging his sword through sand, such that a trail could be seen behind the two of them. Lazily he looked up in front of himself towards the distant structure to which they were heading, and groaned loudly.

"Man, it's still so far away!" he breathed in exasperation, "This is insane, we've barely even moved!"

"It's just an illusion, we've gotten closer, look behind us," explained Isaac wearily, "the mountain wall has gotten further away."

"Yeah, yeah you're right," acknowledged Roy, though still secretly suspecting the mountain wall of tricking them in some way, "Still, I could really go for a— DUDE! Look over there!"

Roy excitedly jabbed his left hand in the direction of an oasis. Waving his sword in the air in triumph, Roy took off for the Oasis as fast as he could.

"Sweet, merciful Wise One," Isaac exclaimed, rubbing his eyes in disbelief, "He's not delusional, I see it too!"

Isaac too ran off in the direction of the oasis, his sword flailing above his head wildly. The closer the two of them got to the oasis, the bigger it appeared to grow. Kicking sand up as they ran, they eventually reached the oasis, and simultaneously the dived into the water.

The cool water splashed around them luxuriously. They could feel the sweet, cool water ebbing away the fatigue and heat, for several long minutes they splashed back and forth, basking in the relief from the desert sun.

Isaac, looking up above him, marveled that such blessed palm trees could grow in the arid desert. They were impressively tall, the leaves were vibrantly green, and the shade they cast down upon the oasis was godly. The pool of water in which they frolicked was about forty feet in diameter, and surrounded by at least a dozen and a half of the impressive palm trees. Lush green grass grew between the magnificent trees, and extended a few feet past them before they gave way to sand. On the north side of the oasis, was a small formation of grey rock, about seven feet high. Looking off into the east, Isaac suddenly thought their destination didn't seem so far anymore.

"Roy, hey," Isaac called, reluctant to break the euphoric atmosphere, "We really need to get going. The person who cried could need our help, and I'm wondering what Metaknight is up to."

Roy slowly ceased his splashing and got an almost sad look on his face, "Yeah, I know. Back into the heat we go, but man, the water is so nice. Still, helping that person comes first, let's go," he said resolutely and stood up—the oasis was only about five feet deep where he stood—and trudged his way out of the water and leaned on a palm tree as he gazed out across the desert. Isaac followed suit and did the same.

"I guess it's really not so far," Roy thought aloud, "We might need another oasis or two on the way, but we can make it."

"Yeah, no doubt," acknowledged Isaac spiritedly with a grin, "we are us after all."

Isaac, shaking the water off his sword, stepped resolutely out of the shade and back into the sun's sweltering domain. Roy began to do the same, but turned around for one last look at the water, and then something blue caught his eye at the rock formation.

"Isaac, hold up," Roy called curiously, and Isaac stopped in his tracks and turned around, "There's something over there by that rock. Let's check it out before we go."

With a shrug, Isaac followed Roy over to the rock formation, and the two of them searched it over for the thing Roy saw.

"Roy, man, there's nothing he— Whoa!" Isaac began as he was cut off by a small blue creature that jumped out at him. "It's a Mercury Djinn, sweet!"

The small blue creature was about a foot and a half high, and had several pointed spines on his head, a pale green belly, and a tail that looked like a pinkish crab claw. It was energetic and jumped around Isaac bouncily.

"Dude, um, what the heck is that thing?" Roy inquired with a thoroughly confused look on his face. The Mercury Djinn spat a jet of water in his face, and almost knocked him to the ground.

"Haha, it's a Mercury Djinn. I told you about Mt. Aleph right?" Isaac responded happily, as the little Djinn rolled around on his shoulders, "Well this one of the small creatures that were released from Sol Sanctum after the storm. I've got about nine of them on me right now, those ones are Venus Djinni; earth elementals. This one is Mercury; water elemental. Anyway, this little guy looks like he wants to help us get across the desert, which is good, because we sure could use his help!"

Roy nodded in understanding, "Oh I see, that's great!" he said with a wide grin, "Hey little guy, sorry I called you a thing, forgive me?"

The Mercury Djinn bounced onto Roy's shoulders and rubbed against the back of his head. It sprinkled a tiny shower of water droplets on the both of them. Roy laughed and applauded the little creature.

"So little guy, you got a name?" Roy asked kindly, and he picked it up and held it in his hands. "I can't call you 'little guy' forever."

"Heck yeah, guy," the Mercury Djinni said boldly, slapping itself on the chest with its tail as it spoke, "The name's Oasis!"

"Cool," said Isaac, "Listen Roy, is it okay if Oasis rides with you, I can't carry him without disrupting my skill set. Mixing Djinn gives Adepts, people like me, different powers. I've got all Venus right now, and those abilities will probably come in useful."

"Yeah, no worries," Roy said with a smile, "Oasis and me are pals, right man?"

"You know it, guy," Oasis said coolly with a pose, "I could give you some mad skills though, Adept, you sure about this?"

"Yeah, I'm sure, but we might need your help with that later though, so I'll be counting on you then, okay?" Isaac responded gently, patting Oasis on the head as he spoke.

"Heck yeah, I'll be ready, just say the word and I'm there. Oasis always got your back!"

"Alright," announced Roy, "I think it's time we got going, hang on Oasis, we're gonna need your water skills to keep us cool out there. Let's go guys!"

Roy took the first step forward out into the searing heat of the relentless sun and Isaac followed just a step behind him. With Oasis on their side traversing the blazing desert would be much easier, and they should reach their destination in no time. With courage in their hearts, and concern in their minds, they pressed forth into the rolling dunes.

Back at the coliseum, Princess Zelda strolled amiably about the lobby, strawberry ice cream in hand, she was ready for anything. She stepped out the gates and beheld the expansive fields before her; there were fighters everywhere. Fighters with swords, fighters with axes and lances, fighters with guns, and even some monstrously shaped ones. To her left she saw a small army of small, brown, mushroom-like things yelling 'Kill the Green-stache!' To her right she saw a large turtle-like creature with a spiked shell arguing with a man in red overalls. In front of her though, she the single cutest thing she had ever beheld, cuter even than her beloved Link.

Giddily she ran over to the tree beneath which it was sitting. Though it appeared to be sleeping, Zelda snatched it up and began stroking it.

"Jiggly!" is squealed loudly as it struggled for freedom, "Puff, puff! Jigglypuff!"

Zelda squealed a high pitch tone and clutched Jigglypuff tightly. The small, pink, Pokemon though was in no mood to be glomped. With a loud 'puff!' it pounded her right in the face, and rolled off towards the coliseum.

"Nooo!" screamed Zelda in horror, "My puffy thing!"

Dashing as past as she could, she raced to catch up to it. As soon as she stepped back inside the coliseum, she saw Jigglypuff standing in front of her, and it had a friend.

"Puff!" it ordered martially to the large ape standing in front of it, "Jiggly… puff!

"Oooh… Banana…" the large brown ape drooled as it grabbed Zelda.

"Kyaaa! Let me go you hairy ape!" she yelled loudly, "You smell like bananas and feces!"

Jigglypuff laughed evilly—if that is even possible—and rolled away ominously towards the ice cream stand. Zelda though, was completely helpless in the ape's grasps. The great ape stepped outside the coliseum walls, and stared off into the distance.

"Donkey Kong!" he said proudly as he beat his chest with his left hand, and then he hurled Zelda as far as he could.

"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed maddeningly as she soared through the air. After several long seconds, she crashed down onto some poor blue-haired warrior and his red-haired friend.

Pulling herself to her feet, Zelda beheld the two gorgeous men beneath her, and with a low, sly, laugh she helped them to their feet.

"Well, aren't you two manly," she gushed shamelessly, "What are your names?"

According to them, their names were General Ike and Lord Eliwood. The two men wore confused and slightly disturbed expressions as they regarded the giddy princess before them.

"Heh heh…" he laughed to herself, "Well, I am the gorgeous Princess Zelda of Hyrule, and you guys are almost as hot as Link…"

Ike and Eliwood exchanged bewildered stares, and then decided to run for sake of their sanity. With an evil laugh that shook her body, Zelda raced after them, determined to have something either cute or hot to obsess over.