05-18-2015, 05:17 AM
With the prerequisites out of the way, Ganondorf nodded solemnly to the perky woman and stepped through the portal he was directed to. As always, his passage was accompanied by that sickening, falling sensation. This time, however, he barely noticed it at all. For, in that void between worlds, all he could see was her: his faithful servant, Firani. Her every feature was as clear to him as a scene through freshly made glass. Her tear-filled eyes stared at him accusingly, devoid of life and hope and her blue lips moved wordlessly around a blackened and swollen tongue. The Gerudo King’s heart sank as he looks upon what he had done.
Instinctively, Ganondorf knew that nothing here was real; that travelling through the portals scattered across the Omniverse was instantaneous and that everything he felt, saw, or heard now was merely a construct of his psyche as it dealt with the alien nature of these portals. He knew all of this, yet still he tried to avert his gaze from Firani, to hide from the sight of what he had wrought. It was a futile effort, this was not a thing of the eyes, but of the soul, and Firani would not leave his field of vision. Ganondorf’s torment grew, and he cried out in anguish.
“Forgive me!”
A collective gasp broke the King from his trance. So caught up in his pain, he hadn’t noticed that he had finished his voyage and stepped through to his destination. His pained shout still echoed along the large hallway, proof of why, all around, every eye was on him. And while Ganondorf was certainly one who enjoyed attention, this was not the sort he had any mind of allowing to continue. Mustering up every ounce of willpower left to him, the warlock straightened his back and returned their gazes with imperious indifference. It didn’t take long for them to lose interest, anyway. It seemed most of them were too fixated on their own conversations to give him any more than a single glance, regardless of his strange entry into the area.
Thought outwardly, Ganondorf appeared as regal as ever, on the inside he let out a sigh of relief. Not only because the awkwardness of the moment passed him by, but also because in each of their staring faces, he saw Firani.
Instinctively, Ganondorf knew that nothing here was real; that travelling through the portals scattered across the Omniverse was instantaneous and that everything he felt, saw, or heard now was merely a construct of his psyche as it dealt with the alien nature of these portals. He knew all of this, yet still he tried to avert his gaze from Firani, to hide from the sight of what he had wrought. It was a futile effort, this was not a thing of the eyes, but of the soul, and Firani would not leave his field of vision. Ganondorf’s torment grew, and he cried out in anguish.
“Forgive me!”
A collective gasp broke the King from his trance. So caught up in his pain, he hadn’t noticed that he had finished his voyage and stepped through to his destination. His pained shout still echoed along the large hallway, proof of why, all around, every eye was on him. And while Ganondorf was certainly one who enjoyed attention, this was not the sort he had any mind of allowing to continue. Mustering up every ounce of willpower left to him, the warlock straightened his back and returned their gazes with imperious indifference. It didn’t take long for them to lose interest, anyway. It seemed most of them were too fixated on their own conversations to give him any more than a single glance, regardless of his strange entry into the area.
Thought outwardly, Ganondorf appeared as regal as ever, on the inside he let out a sigh of relief. Not only because the awkwardness of the moment passed him by, but also because in each of their staring faces, he saw Firani.