Father of Time 2: The Ganondorf War Chapters 34, 35 and 36
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Dark Link faced the fences that blocked him from Hyrule Field and, hopefully, the hero. He knew that he could climb the ladder at the side and go around. He did! He wasn't stupid. But those fences upset him. Burning anger at their existence flooded his mind. He had never been more upset at anything in his life. His life had not been that long. He raised a hand, pulling on skills that were not his, and thought about fire. The large burst of flame that appeared surprised him and he slammed it into the ground instinctively, spilling the power out from him in a flood he couldn't control. The fences, large metal ones that had never fallen, not even to bomb flowers, crumpled under the force of his magic. When the air cleared of acrid smoke, crumpled lumps of metal slag were all that remained. Oops.
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There was a small snag in his plans when he finally got the first jars to the Forest Temple; the fairies at the fountain were terrified of them. They screamed and clustered at the far side of the cave from him, harsh rings and jingles proclaiming their displeasure. He didn't understand why; they hadn't been that angry about the mushrooms, though they hated talking about them. He looked down at the jars in his arms, eyebrows furrowed, and wondered what was different. After walking the winding tunnels to his room and returning to collect more, only one fairy was brave enough to hover around his head. He looked up at her and did his best to speak clearly. It was surprisingly easy after the dust he had already absorbed. "What did I do?" "That's fairy dust!" He frowned. "I thought it was magic dust." "That's what fairy dust is! It's magic! Pure magic! It's what happens when we…when we…when we DIE!"
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"Oh for Mothers' sake, Link, just fight him and get it over with." Aevum rubbed her forehead as Link paced around the great room, muttering to himself about where to look next. The goddess stood with Nocturne and Oceanis around the large dining table, pouring over maps and notes while they discussed the strengthening sandstorm. Link paused his march and crossed his arms tightly over his chest, frowning at his aunt. "I'm not going to just kill him! He's more than just magic and he deserves a chance to live!" "Because that's a great idea, I'm sure." Aevum sighed and dropped into a chair. Link glared at the dark-skinned goddess, unaware of how strongly he resembled his dad at that moment. Off to the side, Oceanis looked upwards towards the ceiling, coughing to restrain a laugh. Link ignored him. "What's that supposed to mean?!" "Please. You are not that stupid–" "Aevum." Nocturne's voice was heavy with reproach as he looked up from a stack of notes. "He isn't! He knows exactly what kind of chaos another teenager identical to himself would cause!"
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