Darmini walked into the plains and saw Darkel. Then he said to him" Draw your sword, Darkel!" Darkel said,"Okay but it's your funeral!" He drew his sword. It was black all over, made with black metal, and a twisted black blade. Then Darmini drew his sword in fear, for that was an ancient blade of great power. They began to fight. As they fought, they asked each other questions(not really) "How did you get that blade?", Darmini asked. "It was a gift from Ganondorf himself.", Darkel answered. "Where have you stashed the power medallion?", Darmini asked. "It is with me, you idiot!", Darkel said "Alright, enough of this! Time for you to die!" He called upon the power of his sword, which was many powers, but he choose speed in combat. "Now you will die!", said Darkel. With his lightning-fast speed, Darmini could not block. Darkel nearly cut off his arms, made a slit in his neck, and cracked his head open. Then Darmini passed out.