Legend of Zelda: Twilight Sparkle

Pinkie has been begging me to let her write this next part, so I'm handing the pencil over to Pinkie. Good luck Pinkie and you, the audience.

"Thank you! Now then, it all started-"

We have already started the story. Pick up where I left off.

"I don't want to do that silly! What's the fun in that?"

They've already read the beginning, they don't need to read it again.

"Well, what if they want to?"

"I don't think....Why do I have quotation marks?"

"I put them there. You just saw me do that."

"Give me that.

"Are you going to close quotes?"

No.

"Can I at least finish the cha-"

No.

"Meanie."

Note that I am using the Wii version for my compass directions. The map I'm using can be found here.

Link huddled into his attack position, imagining a herd (herd?) of bokoblins in their attack formation. "Heyah!" Link yelled with a kick. Epona, albeit confused, did as she was told and ran at her fastest pace northwest, towards the Bridge of Eldin. As they came closer, Link drew his sword as started slicing the air, for whatever reason. Humans. However, at the last moment before crossing the bridge, he pulled back on the reigns.

"Gee, it sure is boring around here, without actual monsters to fight."

"MAH BOI, THIS PEACE IS WHAT ALL TRUE WARRIORS STRIVE FOR," a voice boomed out of nowhere.

Link sat still listening for a while, confused and scared. He tried to think of what he had said. He couldn't figure it out, and didn't want to anger the voice, so he left it a mystery.

That's when he remembered the Hidden Village. After Ganon and the threat against Hyrule was gone, Link had turned the village into a bow and arrow training hall.

He checked his magic bag to find he only had about 10 arrows, none-the-less, he kicked off north along Eldin Bridge.

Twilight had never seen a pony in such bad shape. His mane and tail looked like they were cut with a knife. And that thing on his back. A green, hairless diamond dog with glowing red eyes that seemed to gaze into your soul. He had sock-like things on his front paws, depicting two claw-like paws. If he weren't so allowing of the pony to come to her, she would of suspected this being was enslaving the colt.

"Oh, thank goodness you've come." He had a slight, what would on Earth be considered a Russian accent. "I've been trapped in this dry, dusty hell since my horn broke off." He shoved his head forward, emphasizing his snapped horn. Twilight moved back with disgust and fear of what could happen to her. He sensed her fear and changed the subject. "Sorry, I haven't even introduced myself." He stood up proud, slipping the bulblin off his back and onto his head, knocking him unconscious. "I am Professor Rainbottom. And who do I have the privilege of making my acquaintance?"

Privilege. Acquaintance. She liked his vocabulary. "I am Twilight Sparkle. Princess Celestia's prized pupil. And this," she stepped aside, reveling an unconscious Cadence, "is Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, but you can call her Cadence." Evidently, Cadence had taken the impact of the spell, dropping her unconscious, and Twilight without a head ache.

Rainbottom stared in disbelief. "Sh-she she's a-an alicorn! I thought they were extinct!" he caught Twilight's confusion and explained, "besides Princess Celestia and Nightmare Moon."

"You mean Princess Luna? She hasn't been Nightmare Moon for the last 10 years, when exactly did you get here?"

"I've been here over 5 years, but not THAT long." He realized he was finding himself slightly attracted to the mare. "So, do you want to come to camp? We could feed you and your friend, that is, when she comes to."

With a shrug, Twilight agreed. "Ya, that sounds nice," she chuckled. "Could you help me get her there?" she chuckled. The colt was so dashing, surviving here over the last 5 years, no telling what danger could have happened to him. She would stick near him. For protection, of course.

Rainbottom looked at the bulblin lying on the ground. He would be out for the next few hours, so he could return to get him, and not have to deal with the hassle of making up for deserting Twilight. It may be because she was the first intelligent mare he had seen over the last 5 years that he loved her so much with such little interaction, but he wanted to be near her all the time. "Sure."

He attempted to get underneath Cadence. He failed. She was in such an awkward position, he couldn't...get...under.... She was levitated by a purple glow.  He looked at Twilight, who was giggling into her hoof. Instead of laughing with her, he was infuriated. "Couldn't have mentioned that before?" he shouted at her.

Twilight was surprised at his bad attitude. "I-I'm sorry?" She set the body on his back.

They walked in silence the entire long trip back to the camp. Twilight was probably thinking about how she could get back to Ponyville as soon as possible. After that breakout of his newly-developed temper, he really couldn't blame her. He felt he was getting in with her too. Him and his stupid temper.

*BOING!*

"Nice shot!" Impaz replied. The shot hit directly in the center of the target he had set up, snapping it in half. "Is that 9/10?"

"8. I missed the third one." Link replied. He was proud of his skills, but wasn't about to lie about it.

"It ricocheted, however. Should I count it or not?" his pencil hung patiently over his score sheet.

"Naw, I don't need one other point. What does it matter anyway?" Anyone could have sensed the depression in his tone. Obviously, the lack of excitement was getting to him. "I need more arrows for you to use."

"Don't worry about it, I couldn't get anywhere close to that. Go home and take the day off."

"And do what?" he screamed, louder then he meant to. He kept the volume, "Zelda's gone and-and..." he paused, trying to think of what to say next, hoping Impaz would butt in.

"Oh, right. The gerudo's wanted you to step by. They wanted to settle some...arguments? was it?"

Link sighed. Since Ganondorf attacked, him and the gerudos didn't exactly see eye to eye. "Of course. Well, I'm off to the desert." He angrily walked over to Epona, jumped on and kicked off. He needed a vacation. No, he needed action. He turned towards the castle to grab arrows. It would be a long, hopefully exciting night.