Legend of Zelda: Friendship is Magic

Now you’re probably wondering about the end of the previous chapter with its hook ending and feeling of "Oh, no! What are they going to be turned into?" (and the title of this chapter really doesn’t help)

Before we get into this, let me explain a little something about myself. I’ve been many things on my life. Student. Spy. Sacrifice. Potted plant. However, at this point, I’m something completely different from all of those - something more frightening than any of them.

I’m a writer.

You may have noticed I finish my chapters with a snappy sense of danger and tension - but then quickly end my chapter before you get the satisfying finish you were hoping for. Well, that’s because I wanted to prove something to you: that I am not a nice person.

Would a nice person end such an exciting scene, then make you wait until I finish writing the next chapter to understand?

Of course not.

-paraphrased to fit the circumstance

from Alcatraz (Smedry) versus the Evil Librarians

And to further clarify my point, the chapter name was a complete troll. This chapter and the next will be about what was happening to Link during that time.

Whump! Bam! Boom!

Link awoke with a startle. He jerked up from his bed and, as an automatic mind reflex, he glanced around, looked for his sword and shield. They were laying up against the wall a few feet from his head, far enough away he would have to lunge out of bed.

He flipped over and used his leg muscle to lunge out of bed with his arms outstreached and slipped his arm inside the shield, grabbing hold of the stiff wooden handle. In the same fluid motion, he grabbed and unsheathed his sword. Before long, he stood in an attack pose looking at...

I'm going to interrupt here to tell you that I am going to make you very annoyed with me in the next two chapters. Let me italicize that properly: very annoyed. For example, I will stop in the middle of the action to explain things that you probably don't care about.

Before long, he stood in an attack pose looking at Applejack hanging upside-down dangling from a rope.

"Sorry to wake you, sugarcube. I was just tryin' to get those there apples outside off the ground and on into the barn," she chuckled, embarrassed. "I guess you can see how that turned out."

Link smiled. It had been a long night with nightmares of his previous battle with Majora. It was strange, though. The battle seemed more similar to foreshadowing, except it was almost identical to the one that happened just a few days - days? - ago. It didn't seem like that long ago, but he would have said the exact same thing after seven years in the Chamber of Sages.

He helped Applejack down and to get situated on her feet. These ponies are heavier than they look! Link mentally noted. He didn't know how long he would be here, so he should try to remember as much about this place (Equestra was it?) as he could.

Again, you will be tired with me by the end of the next two chapters. This conversation? I will put what Applejack says without any indication what Link is saying. Muahahahahahehhaah!

"Thanks, sugar." she started out the half open barn door.

She poked her head back inside, an embarrassed grin on her face, "Oops! Sorry, I forgot. Would y'all like to come to breakfast? Big Macintosh made some fresh syrup just this mornin'."

Non-angry author's note: I write Applejack's dialogue as if she pronounced everything perfectly. If you would prefer I write it as it would sound, I could do that.

Ok, I'm angry at you again.

Link stood there with his hand stroking his bristly chin. His answer was obvious, but, since there was no obvious danger yet, he could loosen up and mock Applejack practically rhetorical question.

"Sure." Link responded.

You probably think this brake in the story will explain why Link just spoke, or why I said Link wouldn't have dialogue when he did, or how Link had shaved his beard, or how Link ended up in the barn in the first place (although that one should be obvious).

First off, I never said Link wouldn't have dialogue, it was just a strong implication. Secondly, I'm still angry at you, so I won't explain any of the rest of the questions.

Applejack rolled her eyes and smiled an annoyed smile. "Alright, just help me get these here apples inside the barn."

Breakfast was marvelous, even for Applejack standards. Link acted like he had never seen a pancake before, although he was from some other land, the name of which she had forgotten. It's not like it would be something that would be hard to get. Link often told of his adventures in the far away land against Ganondorf, the name striking a strange familiarity. Maybe somehow Ganondorf had ended up....

"My cloak needs some tailoring," Link's request interrupted Applejack's thoughts. It was probably for the better. She shouldn't be speculating.

"Maybe Rarity can 'tailor' up your 'cloak'," she replied, mocking his ancient vocabulary. He talked like princess Luna, in the sense that his vocabulary wasn't exactly modern. Luckily for her, she didn't need to listen through 'thee's and 'thou's.

"Rarity? What's her cutie mark?"

"Three diamonds. Where did y'all hear that word?" she questioned, trying not to make it sound like a swear word.

"Apple Bloom told me about the 'Cutie Mark Crusaders'."

Duh! Applejack was surprised she had not thought of that earlier. She mentally facehoofed herself for that.

"Is she a miner, then?"

The question startled her, "Wha-no. No, a'course not," she chuckled at the two opposite personalities. "What gave you that idea."

"Well, you and Big Mac are apple farmers with apple cutie marks, and Twili," as he had been calling her," has a sparkle cutie mark and is a student at a magic school," he explained, overemphasizing 'magic'.

"Coincidences," time to bring out the big vocabulary, "Rarity's a seamstress."

"What's that?" The new word obviously had no effect.

"It means two things that happen at the same ti-"

"I know what coincidence means," he said rolling his eyes, an annoyed smile on his lip. "What's a seamstress?" Obviously he had exited the hero-mode he had appeared in, and was now in casual, friendly-mode.

"Oh, sorry sugarcube. Seamstress is somepony who sews for a livin'."

Link moved his arm around to emphasize for her to keep explaining.

"Somepony who stitches dresses?"

His arm did the same thing, more emphatically this time.

She thought for a moment before an evil smile crept across her mouth. "Somepony who 'tailors' up 'cloaks'."

Three dresses designed special for a play in Fillydelphia. Three days left to finish them.

That with this giant green 'cloak', as he...it?...had insisted she call it, would make her one busy mare. Sometimes being unable to say "no" as the Element of Generosity really stunk sometimes.

"But Applejack, dear, couldn't some other pony fix it? I can't be the only seamstress in Ponyville."

"Actually ya are."

"Well, I'll get to it as soon as I'm done with these dresses. They're specially ordered for a play in–"

"They look like a homeless pony's rags."

"They're suppose to, darling."

"Well, Link's trapped in that there shower room until you get it done."

"Why is he trapped?"

"I don't reckon I know. But he refuses to come out 'til they're done!"

*sigh* "I'll get right on it."

I suppose it's not fair being angry at you without giving you a reason why. Don't worry! All questions will be answered in the next chapter. Or at least most of it. Or at least some of them. Or at least one. You can hope at least one gets answered. Probably not though.

Rarity was a master with the needle, as she called it. The sewing job took no time at all. Unfortunately, Link didn't want to reveal his...ahem...third leg, so he hid himself in the shower house until she was finished. I didn't take long, and it gave him some time to 'freshen up'.

Riding on Applejack's back, he learned not to pull on the 'bridle' that would be her mane. They arrived at the library to waste the afternoon away.

"Obviously there are no books written in Hyrulian," Link complained. He was an avid reader, but couldn't understand any of the Equestrian symbols.

"Obviously," Twilight voice sounded sarcastic, despite her comment being completely serious. "Maybe there's a translation spell in here somewhere." She looked through her spell book.

"Ugh! SPIIIIKE!"

Spike entered into the room yawning. "Yes Twilight?"

"I need a translation spell. So Link can read."

He took the book, turned to the first page, then proceed to turn to somewhere near the middle, holding the open book up in front of Twilight.

"Next time, check the table of contents before you wake me," he responded very monotonous.

Twilight blushed. "Oops. You can go back to bed now," the situation getting awkward.

Spike glared at her for a moment before heading upstairs.

Link waited for him to have gone upstairs before laughing uproariously. Midway during his laugh, he got a terrible migraine, causing him to stop laughing. All of the figures on the wall started waving and changing.

"It doesn't hurt as much if you close your eyes."

He closed his eyes and everything calmed down. He felt...solemn.

Then, in the distance, he spotted a small purple dot. It rapidly grew larger until his previous foe, Majora's Mask, stopped just inches from his face.

Well, his metaphorical face.

It laughed and shook as it did before his deku scrub experience. He felt a sharp pain in his leg. Then, he fell unconscious.