Hello there. This is just a few sentences to the story. The rating T is going to be in other chapters, this one is harmless. This fanfiction takes place in the late 1700-1800 somewhere in Europe and I will try to make it as realistic as possible. It´s not set in a special country and won´t contain real history, influence, yes real historical issues, no. Anout the church in this fanfiction, I´m not trying to convince anyone about anything religious . I just portray it like it perhaps was back then.
"I don´t think this is a great idea, Ganondorf", Puppet-Zelda said, while turning away from the window."Then it has to be a great idea, puppet!", Ganondorf replied. "Stop mocking me!" , she shot a glare back at him. Ganondorf stood from his chair and walked up to her. "Listen, what could go wrong with this? We´re way superior then them and you know it. We can leave them in the dirt every time, if we want to! So why are you so scared?" Puppet-Zelda stared at her gloved hands. She hated these situations. She didn´t even know why she was scared herself. It was just a feeling not even a vision, just this feeling that they were going to get into trouble with this. But Ganondorf didn´t want to hear any of that. He wanted to get out of this cursed place as fast as possible and this was the only way that came into his mind.
After Ganondorf was defeated during the Iincidents in the twilight era, his soul ended up in the sacred realm and Puppet-Zelda came with him. She was just a shade, only a soul held together by Ganondorf´s magic, but it was enough. She was material, yet not human. Her body seemed to be made out of water. When they woke up after being banished, they were in a small village with primitive technology and mostly poor and sick people. Both of them immediately hated this place. The strange looks the others people gave them and the poor condition they were in, was disgusting to Puppet-Zelda. She still couldn´t stand them and avoided going outside. They were considered rich, because of the ruby´s they carried and soon they bought a nice house with pretty windows a straw roof and two was right in the middle of the village. Near the church and on the main market. It was a house for the upper class people, worth a lot more than Ganondorf and Puppet knew, but they didn´t care. All day, they thought about ways to get back to Hyrule.
After about two weeks in this "toilet world", how Puppet described it, Ganondorf had an encounter with his mirror image. While searching for little bit of magic ("there has to be something, a stone , a book... just something") in this village, he went into a pub. An old worn down shed with food that tasted like paper and beer that was more water than anything else. But bars were places to get information and to meet people. Ganondorf went to the counter and sat on a weak chair that arched under the unfamiliar weight. The barkeeper behind the counter took two steps back, this guy was well known in the village. A strange, huge and rich man. Nobody knew where he came from or what he wanted here, he didn´t work at all. He just strayed trough the streets, hunched over, looking like he was searching for something. Mothers pulled their children away when he came near them and his "evil" eyes kept everybody from coming to close. Bad tongues whispered that he could perform witchcraft, others saw him as a knight of the devil, for them, the reason he hadn´t been to church. The barkeeper obeyed the man's demand for a drink immediately. Turning around preparing a jar with shaking hands.
Ganondorf looked around, all those nameless, useless and purposeless creatures angered him. To his understanding, they were actual people, but they couldn´t perform magic and were mostly farmers. When he was in Hyrule, he had read about these kind of people. The base of society that had existed long time ago in Hyrule too. However, in Hyrule, they had an easier life. These guys seemed like they were working all the time. The craftspeople as well as the merchants that lived next to him and Puppet, were less filthy, had more money and just seemed more like regular people. While he was thinking about this strange place he landed in, somebody called his name:"Hey Ganon, how are you today?" He turned around only to see his twin. A man with grey-brown skin orange hair and piercing yellow-orange eyes walked though the wooden door. Ganondorf was speechless. After staring for what seemed like hours, he walked up to his doppelganger, who was talking about fabric to a ,a moment of nothing, then he patted the other´s shoulder. Ganon turned around, shocked. He took a step back pushing the table behind him aside. The other guests turned around at this sound immediately stopping their movements. The barkeeper didn´t believe in witchcraft, he believed in heaven and hell but not witchcraft, until now. The devil entered his pub a minute ago, to meet his knight. "We´re closing! Get out! GET OUT!" He screamed, sweat dropping from his forehead. Some of the guests stood up but most of them stayed on their places. The barkeeper looked at the two Ganondorfs again, two pairs of eyes staring at him the exact same way. His hand reached out to a cross on a shelf nearby, shaking while he held it in front of the crowd. "The devil! The devil is under us! Run! Run to save yourself!" Ganondorf started to walk up to the cross held in front of him, an annoyed frown on his face. But the more steps he took, the more people stood up. Ready to punch the barkeeper , he rose his arm. Slowly, a grin formed on his face, until Ganon patted his shoulder: "Let´s talk somewhere else." Ganondorfs grin turned into a frown again."We´re drawing too much attention". Ganondorf didn´t believe him. But wherever he turned his head, all he saw were scared faces. Normally this was a pleasant sight to him, but this time they were an annoyance. Interrupting him and his unfamiliar twin. So he decided to take the strangers advice. Both of them walked outside to talk.
"An alliance, the only possibility to go back, a chance to finally get the Hero! So you tell me you want to throw this away just because you don´t feel like it?"Puppet-Zelda was still looking away. "You wouldn´t listen anyway", she answerd, sighing. "If you don´t want to be in this, feel free to go, there are lots of little farm houses around that are willing to take a helping hand!", Ganondorf hissed trough his teeth. Princesses, he thought, princesses are always the same!No matter if they are real or if you created them! "So you´re just going to dispose of me, whenever you want to? I´m not yours, Ganondorf and you should know that." Even though she was a shade her eyes still managed to glow as she said that. Ganondorf ´s eyes turned to slots: "No, I´m going to dispose of you when you start to interrupt my plans."
I´m a beginner writer so reviews are appreciated!Tell me everything that sucked, I´m trying to learn, so I promise I won´t me mad!And tell me about speling mistakes. English is not my first language, but I am willing to learn!