08-28-2013, 02:24 AM
In that black, immaterial void, Omni’s last words rang true within Ganondorf as the being faded from view, becoming one with the darkness around them.
“I’ll be watching… and waiting.”
To the man from the desert, holder of the Triforce of Power, those words were a challenge. Even a creator could be toppled, and Ganondorf would one day face this creature again. On that day, Omni would fall and a new creator would take its place.
It didn’t matter to Ganondorf whether or not this Omni, as it called itself, was good, bad, or indifferent. All that mattered was that he would… no, he HAD to take his rightful place as the shepherd of this world, this Omniverse. The people here needed a strong hand to guide them. They needed Ganondorf. And that fool of a creator let slip an all too important clue in his spiel. With Omnilium, anything one could desire could be gained. And Ganondorf only desired conquest.
In the seconds, or perhaps years in that place where time had no meaning, since Omni vanished, a new vision began to unravel in front of Ganondorf. The darkness was replaced by light, sudden and blinding after the stark black landscape of before. For a moment, Ganondorf felt rage boil within him at the thought that perhaps that creature had lied to him. Rising from his kneeling position, he turned… and saw it.
A massive, metallic fountain, spraying water dozens of feet into the air greeted his eyes and all anger bled out of Ganondorf. No… this wasn’t the Sacred Realm, his prison for what seemed an eternity. This was someplace new, someplace different. Even the pure white landscape seemed different on second glance. Less pure, yet at the same time mutable. If this Omniverse was truly a place where anything could be obtained, this place certainly epitomized that concept.
Before Ganon could celebrate his newfound freedom with a sinister, yet manly laugh, voices from the other side of the fountain, barely audible over the sound of the water splashing, drew him up short. While it was fortunate that he had been placed opposite of these others, the fact that he wasn’t alone worried Ganondorf. Who could these others be? And what foul twist of fate would put them so close to him upon his revival? Raising his right hand, Ganondorf stared balefully upon the back of it. Much of his strength hadn’t yet returned to him since that decisive battle and remained locked within the Triforce residing in his soul and on his hand.
It was no act of the Sages or of the Hero, but the protection afforded to those who wield the Triforce that had so weakened him. Mortally wounded and being imprisoned, the Triforce had locked much of his being within itself, to be brought forth once more when Ganondorf was ready to use it again. But through some strange quirk of the nature of his revival, his power had instead remained locked away and it would seem that only would return his strength to him.
As such, Ganon was in no shape to fight anyone. Well, perhaps a weakling, but he had no way of knowing just how strong these people across from him really were.
Of course, Ganondorf thought with a sly grin, There are other ways to handle a confrontation.
With that thought in mind, the Gerudo King strode around the great fountain to meet these other people. Mentally, he prepared himself for what would come, but nothing could prepare him for those he saw on the other side.
Two people, as different in appearance from each other as Ganondorf was from a Zora. One wearing tribal leathers with two daggers on her hips, was obvious female, though of a race Ganon had never encountered before. Her green skin was of a much richer hue than Ganondorf’s own, his being a mere olive tone while hers was more of the deep green of a forest canopy.
The second, clad in strangely colored armor and wearing a helmet, was even stranger. At first, he thought the being might be a knight of some kind, though lacking a weapon. However, the shape of the armor immediately led him to believe this person must be a female. In all of what Ganondorf knew, women had never been knights; warriors perhaps, but never armor-clad as this one was. Both were shorter than he, though at an impressive seven foot, six inches this was nothing unusual.
Fortunately for Ganondorf, he was still arrayed in his fine apparel from his time as the ruler of Hyrule, thankfully repaired due to some quirk of this place or a gift from Omni. As the two turned to look at him, Ganondorf greeted them with his most winning smile and bowed deep at the waist.
“Ladies, I am Ganondorf, King of Hyrule. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”
“I’ll be watching… and waiting.”
To the man from the desert, holder of the Triforce of Power, those words were a challenge. Even a creator could be toppled, and Ganondorf would one day face this creature again. On that day, Omni would fall and a new creator would take its place.
It didn’t matter to Ganondorf whether or not this Omni, as it called itself, was good, bad, or indifferent. All that mattered was that he would… no, he HAD to take his rightful place as the shepherd of this world, this Omniverse. The people here needed a strong hand to guide them. They needed Ganondorf. And that fool of a creator let slip an all too important clue in his spiel. With Omnilium, anything one could desire could be gained. And Ganondorf only desired conquest.
In the seconds, or perhaps years in that place where time had no meaning, since Omni vanished, a new vision began to unravel in front of Ganondorf. The darkness was replaced by light, sudden and blinding after the stark black landscape of before. For a moment, Ganondorf felt rage boil within him at the thought that perhaps that creature had lied to him. Rising from his kneeling position, he turned… and saw it.
A massive, metallic fountain, spraying water dozens of feet into the air greeted his eyes and all anger bled out of Ganondorf. No… this wasn’t the Sacred Realm, his prison for what seemed an eternity. This was someplace new, someplace different. Even the pure white landscape seemed different on second glance. Less pure, yet at the same time mutable. If this Omniverse was truly a place where anything could be obtained, this place certainly epitomized that concept.
Before Ganon could celebrate his newfound freedom with a sinister, yet manly laugh, voices from the other side of the fountain, barely audible over the sound of the water splashing, drew him up short. While it was fortunate that he had been placed opposite of these others, the fact that he wasn’t alone worried Ganondorf. Who could these others be? And what foul twist of fate would put them so close to him upon his revival? Raising his right hand, Ganondorf stared balefully upon the back of it. Much of his strength hadn’t yet returned to him since that decisive battle and remained locked within the Triforce residing in his soul and on his hand.
It was no act of the Sages or of the Hero, but the protection afforded to those who wield the Triforce that had so weakened him. Mortally wounded and being imprisoned, the Triforce had locked much of his being within itself, to be brought forth once more when Ganondorf was ready to use it again. But through some strange quirk of the nature of his revival, his power had instead remained locked away and it would seem that only would return his strength to him.
As such, Ganon was in no shape to fight anyone. Well, perhaps a weakling, but he had no way of knowing just how strong these people across from him really were.
Of course, Ganondorf thought with a sly grin, There are other ways to handle a confrontation.
With that thought in mind, the Gerudo King strode around the great fountain to meet these other people. Mentally, he prepared himself for what would come, but nothing could prepare him for those he saw on the other side.
Two people, as different in appearance from each other as Ganondorf was from a Zora. One wearing tribal leathers with two daggers on her hips, was obvious female, though of a race Ganon had never encountered before. Her green skin was of a much richer hue than Ganondorf’s own, his being a mere olive tone while hers was more of the deep green of a forest canopy.
The second, clad in strangely colored armor and wearing a helmet, was even stranger. At first, he thought the being might be a knight of some kind, though lacking a weapon. However, the shape of the armor immediately led him to believe this person must be a female. In all of what Ganondorf knew, women had never been knights; warriors perhaps, but never armor-clad as this one was. Both were shorter than he, though at an impressive seven foot, six inches this was nothing unusual.
Fortunately for Ganondorf, he was still arrayed in his fine apparel from his time as the ruler of Hyrule, thankfully repaired due to some quirk of this place or a gift from Omni. As the two turned to look at him, Ganondorf greeted them with his most winning smile and bowed deep at the waist.
“Ladies, I am Ganondorf, King of Hyrule. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”