09-05-2013, 07:56 AM
As the Gerudo King strode towards the gate in the distance, he took this last opportunity to look over the two factions which has vied for the newcomers’ allegiance. The closer of the two, those who had offered power and comfort still stood rather stoically, strange machines at their sides. Opposite them, their counterparts maintained a watchful sort of relaxation about themselves, horses in place of those devices the others had.
Remembering how these people had arrived, riding their respective conveyances, Ganondorf looked back towards his destination and he inwardly grimaced. An experienced walker he may be, but the gerudo much preferred to ride. With a glance backward, he wondered if those that the green-skinned woman would allow him to have one of their steeds. Immediately, he rejected that notion. Even if they would allow him to have one of their horses, they would undoubtedly desire something in return, and there was nothing Ganondorf was willing to offer them as recompense.
And then, an idea came to Ganon. He had summoned clothing earlier; indeed it had seemed as natural as breathing at the time. As much a part of him as his arm or his fiery hair. He wondered, then, could he summon something living… Omni had said that with that substance, that Omnilium, anything could be created. In that case, those clothes Ganon had created for the red-skinned man with the mustache were just practice, a way to ensure that this Omnilium really could be used to summon something. Now, came the true test of its power.
Keeping his back to the three groups behind him, Ganondorf closed his eyes and reached into the part of his soul that he instinctively knew the Omnilium resided. Pulling it forth, his mind formed an image of his desire. An old friend, and his only true ally for years, Ganondorf sought to bring this being forth into this Omniverse. His hands, moving as though shaping clay, slowly began to feel the contours of the being he was summoning forth and Ganon’s eyes opened to observe his work. Minutes passed like hours, as his desires were made manifest before him, until finally there he stood in all his glory.
Hair black as midnight, eyes like fire, standing head over even Ganon’s impressive height, mane and tail glistening and magnificent. He was exactly as Ganondorf remembered him, even down to the traditional gerudo blanket and saddle draped over him. With his first genuine smile since being brought to this strange land, The Gerudo King lightly stroked his friend’s neck and spoke softly into his ear before placing himself in the saddle. From behind him, someone spoke, “Nice horse… what’s his name?”
Ganondorf chuckled, half-turning to glance over his shoulder. “It’s a bit cliché, but his name is Mirage.”
Smiling again, Ganondorf sighed and patted the stallion on the neck, whispering, "His name is Mirage."
Remembering how these people had arrived, riding their respective conveyances, Ganondorf looked back towards his destination and he inwardly grimaced. An experienced walker he may be, but the gerudo much preferred to ride. With a glance backward, he wondered if those that the green-skinned woman would allow him to have one of their steeds. Immediately, he rejected that notion. Even if they would allow him to have one of their horses, they would undoubtedly desire something in return, and there was nothing Ganondorf was willing to offer them as recompense.
And then, an idea came to Ganon. He had summoned clothing earlier; indeed it had seemed as natural as breathing at the time. As much a part of him as his arm or his fiery hair. He wondered, then, could he summon something living… Omni had said that with that substance, that Omnilium, anything could be created. In that case, those clothes Ganon had created for the red-skinned man with the mustache were just practice, a way to ensure that this Omnilium really could be used to summon something. Now, came the true test of its power.
Keeping his back to the three groups behind him, Ganondorf closed his eyes and reached into the part of his soul that he instinctively knew the Omnilium resided. Pulling it forth, his mind formed an image of his desire. An old friend, and his only true ally for years, Ganondorf sought to bring this being forth into this Omniverse. His hands, moving as though shaping clay, slowly began to feel the contours of the being he was summoning forth and Ganon’s eyes opened to observe his work. Minutes passed like hours, as his desires were made manifest before him, until finally there he stood in all his glory.
Hair black as midnight, eyes like fire, standing head over even Ganon’s impressive height, mane and tail glistening and magnificent. He was exactly as Ganondorf remembered him, even down to the traditional gerudo blanket and saddle draped over him. With his first genuine smile since being brought to this strange land, The Gerudo King lightly stroked his friend’s neck and spoke softly into his ear before placing himself in the saddle. From behind him, someone spoke, “Nice horse… what’s his name?”
Ganondorf chuckled, half-turning to glance over his shoulder. “It’s a bit cliché, but his name is Mirage.”
Smiling again, Ganondorf sighed and patted the stallion on the neck, whispering, "His name is Mirage."