06-05-2015, 06:24 AM
Ganondorf slept. Finally, after his long ordeal, he knew peace. The darkness of the night and damps cradled him like a newborn babe, a more comfortable resting place than any down mattress he’d ever lay upon. And as the Gerudo slept, he dreamt of times to come, times long past, and times which never were or would be.
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The early morning sun broke upon Ganondorf’s face, slowly yet surely rousing him from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open at the touch of those golden rays, shining like burnished gold in the dawn. What he saw shocked him to a seated position. His mind struggled to take in where he was and what was happening. Stone walls surrounded him, and the gilded bed upon which he sat. His grand organ dominated the far wall, a testament to his might and his skill in music. He was home… but why? What had happened to the island? The Great King lifted his arms, bare without his armor, and marveled at its unmarred flesh. It was shattered to the point where Ganon had been afraid to remove his armor and treat it… yet it appeared well now. In fact, it seemed as though he had never been injured at all.
A movement on the bed beside him startled the Demon King into leaping from it. A voice, melodic in tone, issued from the movement’s source, a woman.
“What’s the matter, honey?”
For once in his life, Ganondorf was speechless. He was held spellbound by who was laying in his bed, revealed to be nude by the Gerudo’s sudden exit from the bed and the removal of the cashmere blanket. It was her… No. It couldn’t be her. There was no way Eighteen would allow this. A fear gripped Ganon’s heart as he began to back away from the woman lying in his bed. She smiled at him, a sultry glint in her eyes as they scanned down below his waist, and with another shock Ganondorf realized that he was as nude as she.
“My… excited are we? Come back to bed, dear. Let’s see where this morning takes us…”
On that note, Ganondorf bolted from the room. This couldn’t be real. O-omni was playing with his mind… Demise had erected a new world to tempt him with… or perhaps he was still dreaming! Yes, that had to be it. As the Gerudo dashed through the Keep’s halls and corridors, familiar faces kept popping up at every turn. Enel, chuckling at Ganon’s nakedness and saying they should get a drink later. Zelda, blushing crimson and pretending to look away. Link, looking amused at his friend’s antics and saying he should finish with Eighteen before roaming the Keep. And more. More people from his past and present continued to appear as Ganondorf struggled to wake himself from this dream. Yet, it seemed he couldn’t make himself awake… and a horrifying thought occurred to him. What if this was the afterlife? Perhaps Omni had only allowed him to revive that time to fool the Gerudo into complacency. It would make sense… the idyllic setting… his wounds were certainly grievous as well. It all fit. He had died in that forest, and this was what death was like in the Omniverse. A world of the dead’s crafting, built to their innermost desires… but is this what he REALLY wanted? A life of friends, of love, of peace? And if so, why had he run from it?
The world around Ganondorf shook, causing him to stumble and fall. Mortar and stone fell from the walls and ceiling, crashing around the Gerudo and threatening to flatten him. The color itself drained from his surroundings as the shaking increased, and the floor opened below him into a vast void of darkness. Ganondorf fell.
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“Ganondorf… HEY! Ganondorf! Are you alright!”
Roused from his nightmare by a small hand on his shoulder shaking him awake, Ganon found that after his rest, his wounds immediately went back to reminding him that they were there. A coarse groan escaped his lips, which turned into a coughing fit as he fought against gravity in an effort to make his feet. An early morning light pervaded the forest. His left arm, still useless to him, reasserted itself as the dominant pain in his mind. His eyes, dulled with pain, both physical and the trauma he had experienced in that dreamscape, opened to find who had awakened him. He chuckled throatily, standing erect as his body finally won out against its fatigue, and Ganondorf looked down his nose at his companion.
“It’s about time.”
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The early morning sun broke upon Ganondorf’s face, slowly yet surely rousing him from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open at the touch of those golden rays, shining like burnished gold in the dawn. What he saw shocked him to a seated position. His mind struggled to take in where he was and what was happening. Stone walls surrounded him, and the gilded bed upon which he sat. His grand organ dominated the far wall, a testament to his might and his skill in music. He was home… but why? What had happened to the island? The Great King lifted his arms, bare without his armor, and marveled at its unmarred flesh. It was shattered to the point where Ganon had been afraid to remove his armor and treat it… yet it appeared well now. In fact, it seemed as though he had never been injured at all.
A movement on the bed beside him startled the Demon King into leaping from it. A voice, melodic in tone, issued from the movement’s source, a woman.
“What’s the matter, honey?”
For once in his life, Ganondorf was speechless. He was held spellbound by who was laying in his bed, revealed to be nude by the Gerudo’s sudden exit from the bed and the removal of the cashmere blanket. It was her… No. It couldn’t be her. There was no way Eighteen would allow this. A fear gripped Ganon’s heart as he began to back away from the woman lying in his bed. She smiled at him, a sultry glint in her eyes as they scanned down below his waist, and with another shock Ganondorf realized that he was as nude as she.
“My… excited are we? Come back to bed, dear. Let’s see where this morning takes us…”
On that note, Ganondorf bolted from the room. This couldn’t be real. O-omni was playing with his mind… Demise had erected a new world to tempt him with… or perhaps he was still dreaming! Yes, that had to be it. As the Gerudo dashed through the Keep’s halls and corridors, familiar faces kept popping up at every turn. Enel, chuckling at Ganon’s nakedness and saying they should get a drink later. Zelda, blushing crimson and pretending to look away. Link, looking amused at his friend’s antics and saying he should finish with Eighteen before roaming the Keep. And more. More people from his past and present continued to appear as Ganondorf struggled to wake himself from this dream. Yet, it seemed he couldn’t make himself awake… and a horrifying thought occurred to him. What if this was the afterlife? Perhaps Omni had only allowed him to revive that time to fool the Gerudo into complacency. It would make sense… the idyllic setting… his wounds were certainly grievous as well. It all fit. He had died in that forest, and this was what death was like in the Omniverse. A world of the dead’s crafting, built to their innermost desires… but is this what he REALLY wanted? A life of friends, of love, of peace? And if so, why had he run from it?
The world around Ganondorf shook, causing him to stumble and fall. Mortar and stone fell from the walls and ceiling, crashing around the Gerudo and threatening to flatten him. The color itself drained from his surroundings as the shaking increased, and the floor opened below him into a vast void of darkness. Ganondorf fell.
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“Ganondorf… HEY! Ganondorf! Are you alright!”
Roused from his nightmare by a small hand on his shoulder shaking him awake, Ganon found that after his rest, his wounds immediately went back to reminding him that they were there. A coarse groan escaped his lips, which turned into a coughing fit as he fought against gravity in an effort to make his feet. An early morning light pervaded the forest. His left arm, still useless to him, reasserted itself as the dominant pain in his mind. His eyes, dulled with pain, both physical and the trauma he had experienced in that dreamscape, opened to find who had awakened him. He chuckled throatily, standing erect as his body finally won out against its fatigue, and Ganondorf looked down his nose at his companion.
“It’s about time.”