04-12-2014, 06:44 PM
Ganondorf stifled a wry chuckle as Eighteen had her tirade. The words flowed with nary an opening for rebuttal, not that the great Gerudo had anything to say in response. Oh, it wasn’t that he couldn’t rebut her claims, or explain the inconsistencies in her reasoning. It was just that she was doing such a good job at it herself, that there was no need. The woman jumped from topic to topic, in one moment nearly praising Ganondorf for his good qualities, and in the next calling him the scum of the earth. And he assumptions as to his dress… priceless. That she would wish to be treated as an equal, and then assume that he would hide himself from her as he would from a potential love interest; that was when he truly lost control and a soft laugh escaped.
As Eighteen stormed off to her bed in a huff, Ganondorf mused over to nature of women. Such beings were beyond understanding. Like fire, they were ever-changing and as quick to provide life as they are to snuff it out. The thought reminded the Gerudo lord of the still-lit torches in the room. A wave of his hand sent an unnatural wind through the room, snuffing the light and putting the room into a dim twilight. Not soon after, mind still contemplating his roommate with amusement, Ganondorf fell into sleep.
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The hot desert wind whipped blinding sand into Ganondorf’s eyes as he struggled against it. A sand storm of this magnitude he hadn’t encountered since his childhood. Somewhere deep inside, the Dark Lord knew something was wrong. This was, without doubt, the Gerudo Desert. His home, and yet not his home. He knew something had happened to him. That he shouldn’t be here. But where he was supposed to be was lost to him as surely as he was lost in this storm.
Ganondorf pressed on through the storm. When it was this bad, one could easily lose their way and be doomed to wander the desert until death, but waiting the storm out carried its own risks. Many who entered the desert from the outside thought the land to be dead, but the Gerudo knew that more than any other place, the desert was alive. And like all living creatures, it changed.
Instinctively, the Gerudo King knew that he was almost to where he needed to be. If he could conquer this storm, he would survive. That just ahead, there was a place of peace, where all his dreams would come true. But it wasn’t the storm which slowed his progress. Images, mirages, bombarded his senses from all sides, each more enticing than the next. A woman, blonde and fair, stood, obscured by sand, to his right. Her melodious voice called out for him to stop his journey. That to remain with her would be enough. That to be with her would be true happiness. Ganondorf pressed on.
A young boy, flame-haired and full of pride, was to his left. The boy pleaded with Ganondorf to go back. That this was the path of death and that all would curse him if he continued. Yet if he returned, he would be loved. Still, the Gerudo King pushed on through the storm.
Just ahead, a lad emerged from the wailing wind. Clad in green, this boy held a sword of light in his hand. There were no words spoken this time, yet Ganondorf knew this blonde adolescent meant to bar his rightful path. With a wordless snarl, he threw himself at the green-clad boy, who shattered like glass upon contact. Stumbling on the uneven sand, Ganondorf tumbled down the far side of the dune.
When he came to rest, Ganondorf knew he had made it to where he was meant to be. Grass spread out as far as the eye could see, and sun held no anger as it did in the desert. The light gurgling of a stream could be heard from a nearby forested thicket. All was well… until the laughter started. Flame spread out from the Gerudo’s feet, scorching the grass and setting the trees alight like torches. The stream boiled and hissed into steam on contact with this flame. And a man emerged from the smoke. Tall like Ganondorf, with an actually firey mane framing the face of a devil. Scaled skin showed wherever its clothing did not cover. This creature was the source of the laughter from before, and it still sounded off with its bass chuckle. Slowly, it moved towards Ganondorf, who stood rooted in place in part horror and part suspense. His body wanted to run, yet his mind was strangely at peace. As though it knew this would happen. And when the beast got to Ganondorf, it merely placed a massive hand upon his shoulder and spoke.
“Well done.”
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Ganondorf woke with a start, sweat soaked sheets plastered to his bronzed skin. It was still before dawn, yet he knew that he would not be getting anymore sleep this night. Already his dream was fading into the fog of memory, but for those two words. Well done. As the man thought back on those words, images would flit through his mind. Sand. Grass. Fire. But nothing more would arise. Scowling invisibly in the dark, the Gerudo King rose and began dressing himself.
After dressing, Ganondorf left the room quietly. As the doors shut behind him, a soft voice from behind caused the Gerudo Lord to start.
“Anything I can help you with, my Lord?”
It was only Firani, his house mistress. When he shook his head, she began to leave, until he brought her back with a word.
“Wait.”
“Yes, my Lord?”
“Fetch me a quill and parchment, Firani. I’ll take them in the library.”
“Anything else, Lord?”
“A bite to eat, if you would.”
With a bow, the Gerudo woman left and Ganondorf made his way to his library. Stacks of books stood side-by-side in the cases along the walls. While not as impressive as some of the other libraries in this Omniverse, he was sure, it contained a wealth of knowledge about Hyrule. But, more importantly, it calmed his nerves to be in this place of learning.
In short order, Firani returned with his items, and Ganondorf began to write as he slowly nibbled on some hard bread and cheese.
“Eighteen,
Feel free to stay as long as you’d like. And feel free to change your accommodations in whichever way pleases you.
Ganondorf.”
As the Dark King finished his writing, signing and sealing the document with his personal seal, Firani returned with a couple of messages. Apparently, Deschain was waiting in the audience room to speak with him. Better yet, Mirage had found his way home and was now resting in the stables. Thanking the woman, Ganondorf handed her the document and gave her instructions to give it to Eighteen upon the woman awakening. Then, he left to meet with the emissary from The Town with No Name.
As Eighteen stormed off to her bed in a huff, Ganondorf mused over to nature of women. Such beings were beyond understanding. Like fire, they were ever-changing and as quick to provide life as they are to snuff it out. The thought reminded the Gerudo lord of the still-lit torches in the room. A wave of his hand sent an unnatural wind through the room, snuffing the light and putting the room into a dim twilight. Not soon after, mind still contemplating his roommate with amusement, Ganondorf fell into sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The hot desert wind whipped blinding sand into Ganondorf’s eyes as he struggled against it. A sand storm of this magnitude he hadn’t encountered since his childhood. Somewhere deep inside, the Dark Lord knew something was wrong. This was, without doubt, the Gerudo Desert. His home, and yet not his home. He knew something had happened to him. That he shouldn’t be here. But where he was supposed to be was lost to him as surely as he was lost in this storm.
Ganondorf pressed on through the storm. When it was this bad, one could easily lose their way and be doomed to wander the desert until death, but waiting the storm out carried its own risks. Many who entered the desert from the outside thought the land to be dead, but the Gerudo knew that more than any other place, the desert was alive. And like all living creatures, it changed.
Instinctively, the Gerudo King knew that he was almost to where he needed to be. If he could conquer this storm, he would survive. That just ahead, there was a place of peace, where all his dreams would come true. But it wasn’t the storm which slowed his progress. Images, mirages, bombarded his senses from all sides, each more enticing than the next. A woman, blonde and fair, stood, obscured by sand, to his right. Her melodious voice called out for him to stop his journey. That to remain with her would be enough. That to be with her would be true happiness. Ganondorf pressed on.
A young boy, flame-haired and full of pride, was to his left. The boy pleaded with Ganondorf to go back. That this was the path of death and that all would curse him if he continued. Yet if he returned, he would be loved. Still, the Gerudo King pushed on through the storm.
Just ahead, a lad emerged from the wailing wind. Clad in green, this boy held a sword of light in his hand. There were no words spoken this time, yet Ganondorf knew this blonde adolescent meant to bar his rightful path. With a wordless snarl, he threw himself at the green-clad boy, who shattered like glass upon contact. Stumbling on the uneven sand, Ganondorf tumbled down the far side of the dune.
When he came to rest, Ganondorf knew he had made it to where he was meant to be. Grass spread out as far as the eye could see, and sun held no anger as it did in the desert. The light gurgling of a stream could be heard from a nearby forested thicket. All was well… until the laughter started. Flame spread out from the Gerudo’s feet, scorching the grass and setting the trees alight like torches. The stream boiled and hissed into steam on contact with this flame. And a man emerged from the smoke. Tall like Ganondorf, with an actually firey mane framing the face of a devil. Scaled skin showed wherever its clothing did not cover. This creature was the source of the laughter from before, and it still sounded off with its bass chuckle. Slowly, it moved towards Ganondorf, who stood rooted in place in part horror and part suspense. His body wanted to run, yet his mind was strangely at peace. As though it knew this would happen. And when the beast got to Ganondorf, it merely placed a massive hand upon his shoulder and spoke.
“Well done.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ganondorf woke with a start, sweat soaked sheets plastered to his bronzed skin. It was still before dawn, yet he knew that he would not be getting anymore sleep this night. Already his dream was fading into the fog of memory, but for those two words. Well done. As the man thought back on those words, images would flit through his mind. Sand. Grass. Fire. But nothing more would arise. Scowling invisibly in the dark, the Gerudo King rose and began dressing himself.
After dressing, Ganondorf left the room quietly. As the doors shut behind him, a soft voice from behind caused the Gerudo Lord to start.
“Anything I can help you with, my Lord?”
It was only Firani, his house mistress. When he shook his head, she began to leave, until he brought her back with a word.
“Wait.”
“Yes, my Lord?”
“Fetch me a quill and parchment, Firani. I’ll take them in the library.”
“Anything else, Lord?”
“A bite to eat, if you would.”
With a bow, the Gerudo woman left and Ganondorf made his way to his library. Stacks of books stood side-by-side in the cases along the walls. While not as impressive as some of the other libraries in this Omniverse, he was sure, it contained a wealth of knowledge about Hyrule. But, more importantly, it calmed his nerves to be in this place of learning.
In short order, Firani returned with his items, and Ganondorf began to write as he slowly nibbled on some hard bread and cheese.
“Eighteen,
Feel free to stay as long as you’d like. And feel free to change your accommodations in whichever way pleases you.
Ganondorf.”
As the Dark King finished his writing, signing and sealing the document with his personal seal, Firani returned with a couple of messages. Apparently, Deschain was waiting in the audience room to speak with him. Better yet, Mirage had found his way home and was now resting in the stables. Thanking the woman, Ganondorf handed her the document and gave her instructions to give it to Eighteen upon the woman awakening. Then, he left to meet with the emissary from The Town with No Name.