Majora was the three goddesses' younger brother. He was the god of chaos, there to control the chaos that was made as the goddesses created the world. He did his job well, but felt like he wasn't getting any recognition for his deeds. After they departed into the heavens, leaving the Triforce at the point of their departure, Majora drew away. He knew that it wouldn't be him, but his sisters that got all the glory. He wasn't as 'important' because he didn't actually create the world.

If he had as much power as even one of his sisters had, then people would finally see him. But what if he had...

A New Friend for Private


A young manchot, pingouin was creeping along in the shadows, breathing heavily, trying to stay hidden. He looked around the corner only to see nothing. He tobogganed to the suivant wall.

Almost there, the manchot, pingouin thought.

He froze in his tracks when he heard footsteps, quickly pressing himself against the cold concrete wall, hoping that the person wouldn't see him. Unfortunately, luck wasn't with him.

"Hey, guys! Look!" the manchot, pingouin yelled, pulling the frightened bird from the shadows. "I found him!"

A group of penguins formed around the two, closing in around them, yelling at the helpless...

Captured


Skipper woke up with a start, jumping up and hitting his head on the... ceiling? He rubbed his now sore head, confused. Why would the ceiling be so low? Unless... Suddenly he remembered; Private collapsing, the pain in his neck. They must have been caught par Animal Control. But where's Private? "Hover dam!" exclaimed the leader. "Private, where are you?"

He looked around the area, but couldn't see a thing; the room was pitch black, so dark he couldn't see his flipper in front of his face. He called out again, but louder. A low moan reached Skipper's earholes. "Skippah... I hurt..."

"Private?"...

Airport Catastrophe


Private skipped excitedly as the duo walked to the airport, the elder manchot, pingouin looking glum. Skipper was beginning to have seconde thoughts about the mission. What if he got killed? What would become of the child? He wasn't sure if bringing Private along was a good idea, but then he remembered the situation he had found him in. Skipper let out an irritated sigh.

 "Something wrong, Skippah?" Private asked, causing Skipper to start.

 "No, nothing's wrong!" Skipper yelled quickly.

 Private looked skeptical, but decided to let the subject drop. He stared ahead, smiling as he saw...

At the Hospital


Skipper gently set Private down on a table, tableau that was under the window they had climbed inside through, taking extra care not to jostle the injured child. The military officer sat Private up in an upright position before flipping onto a nearby counter, grabbing some gauze, and jumping back onto the table, tableau suivant to Private. Skipper then set to work on Private's flipper. He began wrapping the gauze around the child's wing, careful not to hurt him anymore than he had to. Private winced from the pain, but otherwise didn't move.

"Um, Skipper?" Private hesitantly asked.

Skipper paused and...

 "Skipper, that rayon, ray was-" Kowalski said, before getting cut off, once again, par his commanding officer.
  "Blowhole's technology, I know, Kowalski," Skipper said, becoming annoyed. "Now drop the subject, already."
  "That rayon, ray was mine!" Kowalski yelled, before covering his beak quickly.
  Skipper stopped in his tracks, and looked disbelievingly at the scientist. "That ray, was yours?" Skipper repeated. Kowalski looked to the ground, nodding slowly. "So toi disobeyed my orders, Kowalski?"
  "I'm sorry, Skipper!" Kowalski cried, his head snapping up so he could see his leader. "I couldn't...