The game tasks the player with sailing the King of Red Lions across the vast Great Sea. This being reveals that the dark figure was Ganondorf himself, and that it is up to Link to not only rescue his sister and the other girls, but also to defeat the dark lord and end his evil reign. Link is rescued from drowning by a talking boat who calls himself the King of Red Lions (after his face, which resembles a Chinese lion). Unfortunately, Link's infiltration of the Fortress goes sour, and he briefly catches a glimpse of a large dark-robed figure who orders him tossed out into the ocean. According to a Rito postman, this bird has been taking long-eared girls from across the Great Sea and bringing them to the Forsaken Fortress, to which place Link and the pirates go to rescue the captives. Link rescues the girl, the pirate captain Tetra, but the bird then snatches his younger sister Aryll. On the same day that a boy named Link receives his own clothes, he spots a large bird carrying a young girl and being chased by pirates. The narrative picks up centuries later on Outset Island in the southern reaches of the Great Sea, where the inhabitants have a tradition of giving a set of green clothes to boys who come of age in honor of the legendary hero.
Years later, when Ganon returned once again to spread his dark power, the Hero did not return as well, and the ultimate fate of the kingdom was lost to myth.
Thorpe had watched from the second balcony, sipping an Orange Julius.Legend tells of an ancient kingdom that was saved from the evil forces of Ganon by a green-clad boy who came to be known as the Hero of Time. He and Kimberly ordered lunch in the food court, exchanging lies over tacos and soft drinks, and when she said she had to go, the Engineer had asked for her phone number, apologizing for his boldness. Some men might wonder how they had gotten so lucky, this chance meeting with Kimberly, a shy, pretty college girl who had commented on his cute Italian accent. There had been no bodyguard with him the day he had bumped into her at the mall. Right now he would be thinking of Kimberly, imagining how the evening might go, deciding on what to order from room service. He was in his mid-thirties, with sensual, thickly lidded eyes, and thin, ascetic lips. The Engineer sat on a wooden bench, his call finished, staring into space. Under other circumstances, Thorpe might have asked if he could play, too, give them a surprise instead, he trotted onto the dirt running path. One of them had an arm, too, a real cannon, arcing tight spirals forty and fifty yards. In a grassy field, a couple of college guys tossed a football back and forth. Thorpe must be getting old mothers didn't use to look so good. The park was quiet midweek, filled with new moms in color-coordinated workout clothes, pushing high-tech running strollers, their hair in braids and pigtails. Any day now, Thorpe expected the Engineer to begin touching up the gray in his hair. The Engineer had started running laps the day after he first met Kimberly, ordering the fruit plate at lunch, to the guffaws of the rest of Lazurus's crew, mostly suety, barrel-chested Ukrainians forking in meat and cheese.
The big date, almost three weeks in the making. The Engineer's call to Kimberly would be brief, only long enough to confirm their rendezvous at the Four Seasons tonight. Thorpe stood up, a tall, gangly forty-year-old in shorts and a hooded sweatshirt, loose-limbed and agile. He sprinted about thirty yards, just far enough to be out of sight of his bodyguard, then pulled a cell phone out of his jacket, walking now as he punched in the number. The Engineer took off down the path that circled the park, a soft intellectual in a bright red jogging suit, arms pumping twice as fast as his legs. The moment of truth… it applied to Thorpe even more than to the target. Thorpe smiled at his own nervousness, strung out on adrenaline, imagining the worst. The bodyguard had to be three hundred pounds at least, with a head like a hammer, and Cyrillic tattoos ringing his squatty neck, busy now staring at Tits and Clits Annual. Thorpe bent down, pretended to retie his running shoes, heart pounding. The man wasn't doing anything that should have given him cause for concern- he leaned against a black 850 BMW sedan, lost in the pages of a porn magazine, while the Engineer stretched nearby. The Engineer's bodyguard gave Frank Thorpe the jitters.
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