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Altering Time
I fall to one knee with a smile. My head bows and I can hear the pleasurable laugh of the king. The fat, old man finds my words pleasing, no matter how false they really are. I rise to my full height and open my mouth to speak, but the rush of the doors opening stops me.
"Father," the young, sickening princess storms into the hall. The soft pitter-patter of her silk shoes hitting the floor is a contradiction to the wrath she is about to release. "This man is a liar! He is manipulating you!" the girl hollers as a young boy follows behind. I narrow my eyes at the two and then turn to the king with a smile.
"Clearly, it would seem these delightful children have spent too much time listening to stories. Their imaginations must be getting the best of them," I tongue my canine teeth as the king furrows his eyebrows.
"What do you mean, Zelda?" he stands from his throne with a concerned look.
"Ganondorf is a fraud," she sneers at me. "He is only looking out for himself, father. If you allow him in- everything as we know it is over," her voice is full of terror as if I were some kind of monster.
"Who is this?" the king nods his head to the boy.
"Link, your majesty," the boy says in a voice that has more age to it than his face. He bows his head respectively and keeps his eyes to the floor.
"Ganondorf," the king looks at me, "is this true? Are these children telling me what your real intentions are?" His voice sounds almost hurt. I can feel a cloud of shame hit me and I tongue my canines again. I am silent for what seems to be an eternity and finally, I answer.
"Sire," I smile taking long, slow steps towards him and placing my arm around his shoulders. I lean into his ear, "These children are just that; children. I remember when I was their age," I force a fake laugh, "I used to pretend I was a knight fighting for the kingdom of Hyrule." I grip the king's shoulder, "They must be playing some kind of game, it is probably best we play along-,"
"This is not a game, Ganondorf!" Princess Zelda steps forward with clenched fists. I physically restrain myself from snarling at the girl by covering my mouth. Unfortunately, it does not hide the fact that I am now growling. The King's eyes shoot to me and I flash my teeth.
"Only trying to play along," I then lunge at the children. Zelda screams and jumps behind the young boy. I stop myself before I bump noses with the one named Link and notice he does not budge, not even a strand of hair on the boy's pretty, little head moves. I feel my face redden with anger. My nostrils flare as I make fists.
"Ganondorf, that is enough!" the king hollers making his voice echo in the hall. I clench my jaw and turn back to the king as my cape swirls mimicking my motion.
"Sire," I sigh shaking my head, "perhaps it is best I come back at more conventional time. It appears your daughter misses you so much so that she is prepared to spread lies about a man she has no idea about." I bow my head and begin to walk down the narrow, red carpet. His voice halts me.
"I think it would be best for you to stay," announces the king. I make my way back to his side and take a deep breath. "Why would you say such a thing, Zelda?" his voice is caring and filled with worry.
"Link has informed me that my prophecy is true-,"
"Prophecy?" my cheeks pinch up making my mouth queerly flash my top teeth.
"Yes, it was a dream," Zelda nearly whispers. My criticism seems to make her feel self-conscious. I smile at this realization as she inverts her body like a wounded animal until Link steps forward.
"She said she dreamt of a figure coming out of the forest with a fairy, thundering clouds over Hyrule-,"
"That means nothing! It can be passed off as a nightmare!" I growl throwing my arms in the air. To my dismay, the king seems very interested in their story.
"What makes you think this is a prophecy?" his eyes look down at Link.
"I have traveled through time… I was the one who lead this man to what he seeks. I am the reason for all of Hyrule's pain and suffering," the young boy lowers his head in embarrassment. My jaw falls open. I feel my heart race as my blood boils and courses through my veins. He is the one chosen by destiny. I need him.
"Link," the princess rests her dainty hand on the boy's shoulder for reassurance, "it hasn't happened yet, and if my father knows what is right, he will make sure it will never come to be."
"How did you do such a thing?" the king cocks his head to the side.
"I used the Master Sword-," he stops himself and darts his eyes to me and back to the marble floor, "I would prefer not to speak of it with him present."
"My good king," I smile, "this boy speaks of legends. A sword allowing him to travel through time- it would seem I am right in saying they have listened to too many stories."
"It is the truth he speaks!" Zelda chimes in. I feel the need to raise my hand to her, but I restrain myself.
"If you are truly the Hero of Time," I growl, "prove it. Where is the Master Sword now?"
"In a safe place, away from evil lords like you," his voice is arrogant and self-righteous. I shake my head and roll my eyes.
"How are we supposed to know you have traveled to the future? Let us know something about the near future. What will I wear tomorrow? Tell me," I shrug trying to sway the king back to my side.
The boy stands silent. He shifts his footing and shakes his head, "I cannot."
"I understand the need to play games, Zelda, but when it comes to a man's name being slandered, I would have hoped you were better than that," the king shakes his head. He turns away from the children and make his way back to the throne. "Next time you wish to play me a fool do it when I have no company," he crosses his legs one on top of the other, "Now be gone."
The two children's eyes widen with hope fading quickly. I can no longer hide my satisfaction. I grin, bow my head to the children, and return to my spot in front of the king.
"Now, Ganondorf," the king smiles as the children are escorted out of the hall. "What was the request you were seeking to have me grant?"
It was this moment I realized I was truly a mastermind. It was also this moment I realized my life was doomed. In order for that boy to come back to our time, he would have had to kill me in the future. I found this quite unsettling; knowing that one day, I would meet my demise at the hands of that fair-haired boy. Knowing one day, he would be the one who stands in the way of my reign of world domination. I smooth my hair out hoping the king does not see my concern. I smile gently and begin to manipulate him further, bending his mind ever so carefully and persuading his ideas slightly. This is how I, Ganondorf Dragmire, realized that I too could alter time.