Slowly it had begun to snow in the land of Hyrule. All the evil was gone
so this was a nice and lovely snow that fell. It was only the first snow
fall but it wasn't going to be a bad one lake in all the years past.
Suddenly the loud and deafening roar of some thing falling interrupted the quiet of the simple night snowfall. Something falling so fast it was a bright blaze of light. As it came closer the snow melted and turned into rain. Then with an impact so loud it had to wake everyone up in Hyrule. It landed hard into the royal cemetery. And it is here that our story shall begun.
The cold awoke the young woman lying face down in the cold ground of the dark cemetery. She did not know how long she lay there or even if she belonged there. Only the fact that it was very cold.
She slowly got up and looked at the head stone that she lay at. Dragmire was all it said. There was also a first name but a sudden pain in her head stopped her from reading any more. She put her hand on her forehead and let out a deep moan of pain. The throbbing was so severe she almost wished she would fall and hit her head on one of the gravestones.
It was then she heard a sound from behind her. She quickly turned her head, which caused another sudden spasm of pain to go through her mind. She closed her eyes, put her head in her hands, and spoke to the unseen person. As she laid her other hand on a grave stone to steady her self." If you wont to mug me, go ahead I have nothing. Just do me a favor and leave me my clothes they are all I have right now." She lifted her hand from the grave stone because her head was now throbbing so much she couldn't even think. She didn't even feel her self fall as the pain took over completely. It was then that the darkness fell over her eyes. As she fell back into the darkness, she awoke from. The cold was finally taking over.
The form that approached the woman was a man in a red and black shroud. He never has seen a woman like this one. Ganon had been a murderer in Hyrule but after his powers were striped; he was again allowed to walk on the earth. With no power, he was a beggar. A man of nothing, not even the Garudo's wanted him back. His heart was slowly breaking, as he became increasingly human.
The evil that once consumed him was now leaving. In its place, every emotion he ever thought was week. Was now filling his heart to bursting. He wanted to love, but no one in this place would ever love him. He wanted to be needed but after what he had done, no one would ever need him. He wanted to be someone's hero. Much like the man that took away his power.
Ganon knew link occasionally followed him. So to remind him that if he ever slips he would be thrown back to the darkness of the sacred realm. Ganon would die before going back. The thought of spending the rest of his life completely alone made him wish he never even welcomed the power to save his daughter, Nabouru.
If he had not received it his daughter would of. His love condemned him to this loneliness. Nabouru was a sage now. He never saw her anymore for she was sealed away at the spirit temple. Sleeping in an ageless slumber. She was a goddess now. Never aloud to die or age. In one way it made him proud but in another, he felt it was his fault she was condemned to such a horrible fate. Never to love another, never aloud to have a child of her own. It's every man's dream to be immortal, but with out love immortality was nothing.
Slowly it begun to snow and Ganon looked back down at the woman that now lay at the grave of his dead wife. After he received the dark power, he sacrificed her to the dark powers. Her death added more power to him and at the time, he didn't care if she died. Now as he looked at her grave no amount of grieving or pleading was ever going to bring her back what he had done was a true evil.
Ganondorf had visited her gave this night because of a loud clasp of thunder had him worried some one was vandalizing his wife's grave. He had few things that mean a lot to him and this grave was one of them. When he saw the woman lying, there at first he thought she was the reason for the loud clasp of thunder.
However, when he tried to speak to her she seamed to have something wrong with her. She was very unsteady. And the way she kept holding her head made him think she had been brought here by another man and was beaten. He would have caught her when she fell but he wasn't sure if he should touch her. He didn't want to be wrongly accused for something he didn't do.
The woman that lay at the grave had deep red hair, and light skin. He couldn't tell much more about her for it was getting darker and colder. He bent down and felt her skin. He almost gasped; her skin was ice cold. He then took out a small dagger and held it just above her mouth. Light puffs of fog let him know there was still life in her yet.
He put away the dagger and took off his long red shroud. He then wrapped her body up and lifted her like a baby. She was so light he didn't have any troubles walking back to his small tent. He was not welcome anywhere but link helped him and he got Ganon a small place of land just off the Hyrullian Lake. Ganon was going to build a house but the winter came so fast all he could do was make a tent.
Now this was not just any tent. However, a tent made of the finest Gurdo materials. It was built to withstand the desert winds and keep out all traces of sand. Every one thought it was the material they used but Ganon knew the Gurdo's enchant all there tents to please the owner in every way possible. In summer, it was cool, in winter it was warm. Always just right to whoever stayed inside it. It also came with some furnishings and comforts. The only thing it didn't furnish was food.
As he walked through the door he instantly felt the warmth of the tent and he shook off the snow. He then gently laid the woman on the bead and he went into the kitchen to warm up some water for tea. He then went back to the woman and started to rub her hands. Hoping the cold had not yet frostbitten them.
As he massaged the warmth back into them she begun to stir. Slowly her eyes opened.
"Where am I?" she said as he continued to bring the warmth back to her hands.
"You are safe, you almost died out there in the cold, why were you out there anyway?"
She looked at Ganon for a moment " I don't remember, who are you, ouch stop that you're hurting my hands."
"My name Ganon, I'm glad your hands hurt, that means the cold hasn't caused them to become frostbitten yet. Your feet, can you feel them?"
She looked at Ganon oddly. This man was showing her the most compassion she could ever remember anyone giving her. Even if her memory went back to when she awoke on the grave. She remembered nothing before that. However, some how this man seamed sad and lonely, but strong willed. "My feet are fine thank you, do you have anything to drink my mouth is kind of dry."
"Yes I knew it would be, here its some desert tea." Ganon got up and picked up a pot of tea he had been brewing. He poured it into a mug.
He gave her a mug and she took a drink of it. Suddenly spitting it out "I thought you said it was tea? It tastes like whiskey!"
"I don't know what whiskey is but don't waste it like that, I know it tastes like shit but it warms you up on the inside, go on take a drink and this time don't spit it out."
She took another drink this time swallowing the fiery liquor. He was right it did taste like shit but it did seam to warm her body up more. She took another drink and it soon felt like her whole body was on fire.
"That's enough, too much and you will be drunker then a deku scrub."
"What's a deku Scrub?" The woman asked as she gave a little shiver.
It was this question that Ganon realized this woman was truly not from Hyrule. It would explain the odd dress and her odd talk. He then left her and came back with some hot tuber soup (just so you know if you don't, tuber is another word for potato). It was the last of his tuber's but he was happy to share it with another person. Secretly he was enjoying his self. It had been several years since any one wanted to have a conversation with him. Better yet some one who apparently doesn't know of his past deeds.
When he returned to her she was back asleep and she put her bowl of tuber soup back into the pot. He then found some extra blankets and covered her with them. He then took the last blanket, lay on the cold ground, and fell asleep to her soft breathing.
Suddenly the loud and deafening roar of some thing falling interrupted the quiet of the simple night snowfall. Something falling so fast it was a bright blaze of light. As it came closer the snow melted and turned into rain. Then with an impact so loud it had to wake everyone up in Hyrule. It landed hard into the royal cemetery. And it is here that our story shall begun.
The cold awoke the young woman lying face down in the cold ground of the dark cemetery. She did not know how long she lay there or even if she belonged there. Only the fact that it was very cold.
She slowly got up and looked at the head stone that she lay at. Dragmire was all it said. There was also a first name but a sudden pain in her head stopped her from reading any more. She put her hand on her forehead and let out a deep moan of pain. The throbbing was so severe she almost wished she would fall and hit her head on one of the gravestones.
It was then she heard a sound from behind her. She quickly turned her head, which caused another sudden spasm of pain to go through her mind. She closed her eyes, put her head in her hands, and spoke to the unseen person. As she laid her other hand on a grave stone to steady her self." If you wont to mug me, go ahead I have nothing. Just do me a favor and leave me my clothes they are all I have right now." She lifted her hand from the grave stone because her head was now throbbing so much she couldn't even think. She didn't even feel her self fall as the pain took over completely. It was then that the darkness fell over her eyes. As she fell back into the darkness, she awoke from. The cold was finally taking over.
The form that approached the woman was a man in a red and black shroud. He never has seen a woman like this one. Ganon had been a murderer in Hyrule but after his powers were striped; he was again allowed to walk on the earth. With no power, he was a beggar. A man of nothing, not even the Garudo's wanted him back. His heart was slowly breaking, as he became increasingly human.
The evil that once consumed him was now leaving. In its place, every emotion he ever thought was week. Was now filling his heart to bursting. He wanted to love, but no one in this place would ever love him. He wanted to be needed but after what he had done, no one would ever need him. He wanted to be someone's hero. Much like the man that took away his power.
Ganon knew link occasionally followed him. So to remind him that if he ever slips he would be thrown back to the darkness of the sacred realm. Ganon would die before going back. The thought of spending the rest of his life completely alone made him wish he never even welcomed the power to save his daughter, Nabouru.
If he had not received it his daughter would of. His love condemned him to this loneliness. Nabouru was a sage now. He never saw her anymore for she was sealed away at the spirit temple. Sleeping in an ageless slumber. She was a goddess now. Never aloud to die or age. In one way it made him proud but in another, he felt it was his fault she was condemned to such a horrible fate. Never to love another, never aloud to have a child of her own. It's every man's dream to be immortal, but with out love immortality was nothing.
Slowly it begun to snow and Ganon looked back down at the woman that now lay at the grave of his dead wife. After he received the dark power, he sacrificed her to the dark powers. Her death added more power to him and at the time, he didn't care if she died. Now as he looked at her grave no amount of grieving or pleading was ever going to bring her back what he had done was a true evil.
Ganondorf had visited her gave this night because of a loud clasp of thunder had him worried some one was vandalizing his wife's grave. He had few things that mean a lot to him and this grave was one of them. When he saw the woman lying, there at first he thought she was the reason for the loud clasp of thunder.
However, when he tried to speak to her she seamed to have something wrong with her. She was very unsteady. And the way she kept holding her head made him think she had been brought here by another man and was beaten. He would have caught her when she fell but he wasn't sure if he should touch her. He didn't want to be wrongly accused for something he didn't do.
The woman that lay at the grave had deep red hair, and light skin. He couldn't tell much more about her for it was getting darker and colder. He bent down and felt her skin. He almost gasped; her skin was ice cold. He then took out a small dagger and held it just above her mouth. Light puffs of fog let him know there was still life in her yet.
He put away the dagger and took off his long red shroud. He then wrapped her body up and lifted her like a baby. She was so light he didn't have any troubles walking back to his small tent. He was not welcome anywhere but link helped him and he got Ganon a small place of land just off the Hyrullian Lake. Ganon was going to build a house but the winter came so fast all he could do was make a tent.
Now this was not just any tent. However, a tent made of the finest Gurdo materials. It was built to withstand the desert winds and keep out all traces of sand. Every one thought it was the material they used but Ganon knew the Gurdo's enchant all there tents to please the owner in every way possible. In summer, it was cool, in winter it was warm. Always just right to whoever stayed inside it. It also came with some furnishings and comforts. The only thing it didn't furnish was food.
As he walked through the door he instantly felt the warmth of the tent and he shook off the snow. He then gently laid the woman on the bead and he went into the kitchen to warm up some water for tea. He then went back to the woman and started to rub her hands. Hoping the cold had not yet frostbitten them.
As he massaged the warmth back into them she begun to stir. Slowly her eyes opened.
"Where am I?" she said as he continued to bring the warmth back to her hands.
"You are safe, you almost died out there in the cold, why were you out there anyway?"
She looked at Ganon for a moment " I don't remember, who are you, ouch stop that you're hurting my hands."
"My name Ganon, I'm glad your hands hurt, that means the cold hasn't caused them to become frostbitten yet. Your feet, can you feel them?"
She looked at Ganon oddly. This man was showing her the most compassion she could ever remember anyone giving her. Even if her memory went back to when she awoke on the grave. She remembered nothing before that. However, some how this man seamed sad and lonely, but strong willed. "My feet are fine thank you, do you have anything to drink my mouth is kind of dry."
"Yes I knew it would be, here its some desert tea." Ganon got up and picked up a pot of tea he had been brewing. He poured it into a mug.
He gave her a mug and she took a drink of it. Suddenly spitting it out "I thought you said it was tea? It tastes like whiskey!"
"I don't know what whiskey is but don't waste it like that, I know it tastes like shit but it warms you up on the inside, go on take a drink and this time don't spit it out."
She took another drink this time swallowing the fiery liquor. He was right it did taste like shit but it did seam to warm her body up more. She took another drink and it soon felt like her whole body was on fire.
"That's enough, too much and you will be drunker then a deku scrub."
"What's a deku Scrub?" The woman asked as she gave a little shiver.
It was this question that Ganon realized this woman was truly not from Hyrule. It would explain the odd dress and her odd talk. He then left her and came back with some hot tuber soup (just so you know if you don't, tuber is another word for potato). It was the last of his tuber's but he was happy to share it with another person. Secretly he was enjoying his self. It had been several years since any one wanted to have a conversation with him. Better yet some one who apparently doesn't know of his past deeds.
When he returned to her she was back asleep and she put her bowl of tuber soup back into the pot. He then found some extra blankets and covered her with them. He then took the last blanket, lay on the cold ground, and fell asleep to her soft breathing.