In a random act of craziness, two heroes from completely different worlds swap places: one finds himself on Starship Mario, traveling to the far reaches of the universe. The other winds up in Hyrule Field, battling demons he knows nothing about, wit...
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Chapter 1
Hyrule – Snowpeak Ruins | Yeta's Chambers
He was standing in a bedroom. Or, what was supposed to be a bedroom. Currently, it resembled an icy tomb, every surface — the bed, the wardrobe, the walls, the windows, even the grand chandelier — covered by an inch-layer of ice or frost. The floor was masquerading as a huge mirror, reflecting the ribbed ceiling and, closer to the ground, Link's frost-covered tunic and blue lips. In his reflection, his arms shook heavily, both from the intense chill and from the arduous weight of his ball and chain.
"Yeta," he called, cautiously swinging his heavy weapon back and forth.
Across the room, towards the four-poster bed, were the remains of a giant ice palanquin, one that had been reduced to a pile of frozen chunks. In the center of the wreckage lay a lump of a figure, one with a bottle-shaped body and big feet. A stream of blood leaked from her forehead, marring the cold white heaped around her.
At Link's call, she groaned.
Link didn't dare approach, not yet. Yeta, a yeti, was a harmless creature, sweet and innocent, but moments ago she'd been a bloodthirsty monster, one possessed by a large shard of glass hanging on the far wall, one etched with spellwork: a piece of the Mirror of Twilight. Bewitched by its strange power, Yeta had called herself Blizzeta and, using her powers over ice, she'd attacked Link like a demented demon, refusing to hand over the Mirror shard. Had he not had the ball and chain, she probably would have killed him a dozen times over already. The weapon was the only reason she was on the icy floor now, dazed and bleeding.
Still, he hadn't exactly come out of the fight unscathed. A small puddle of blood was gathering behind his left boot, courtesy of a leg wound from an icy shard, and his pinky and ring finger were twitching uncontrollably: smashed, maybe even broken. Besides that, Blizzeta's cold had more than pervaded his bones, so deep that even his marrow was feeling chilly. If he didn't get himself in front of a fire soon, he'd probably be looking at frostbite, maybe even hypothermia.
As if being tasked to save Hyrule wasn't already hard enough!
Hey! A voice, not his own, rang through his ears. How long do you plan on dithering about? The Mirror shard's right there!
Link glanced down at his shadow, which stretched far across the room in the icy light of the chandelier; it had morphed into a stocky, impish shape, one with her hands impatiently planted on her hips. Midna.
"Not yet," he muttered to his companion. He had to be sure; injured as he was, if he just waltzed past Yeta, assuming she was back to normal, he probably wouldn't have the strength to fight back if he happened to be dead wrong. "Yeta," he called again.
Don't bother, Midna said impatiently. She's fine. Look! The room's melting.
Looking about, Link realized that she was right: very suddenly, the fireplace had bloomed back to life, filling the room with a hazy fog as the sudden warmth began to melt the walls, the fixtures. Pretty soon, Link found himself standing in a pool of shallow water which was, unfortunately, still freezing cold.
