It was the cold that 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.
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 and put her head in her hands and spoke to the unseen person.
"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." Suddenly darkness fell over her eyes as she fell back into the darkness she awoke from. The cold finally taking over.
The form that approached the woman was a man in a red shroud. He never has seen a woman like this one. Ganon had been a murderer in hyrull but after his powers were striped he was once again allowed to walk on the earth. With no power he was a beggar. A man of nothing, not even the Gurdo's wonted him back. His heart slowly breaking as he became more and more human.
The evil that once consumed him was now leaving. in its place every thing he ever thought week was filling. He wonted to love, but no one in this place would ever love him. He wonted to be needed but after what he had done no one would ever need him. He wonted 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. It was his love that 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. Its every mans 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.
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. But 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.
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 names Ganon, I'm glad your hands hurt, that means the cold hasn't caused them to become frostbitten. 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. He 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.."
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?"
it was this question that Ganon realized this woman was truly not from hyrull. It would explain the odd dress and her odd talk. He then left her and came back with some hot tuber soup. 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 wonted 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 and laid on the cold ground and fell asleep to her soft breathing.
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.
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 and put her head in her hands and spoke to the unseen person.
"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." Suddenly darkness fell over her eyes as she fell back into the darkness she awoke from. The cold finally taking over.
The form that approached the woman was a man in a red shroud. He never has seen a woman like this one. Ganon had been a murderer in hyrull but after his powers were striped he was once again allowed to walk on the earth. With no power he was a beggar. A man of nothing, not even the Gurdo's wonted him back. His heart slowly breaking as he became more and more human.
The evil that once consumed him was now leaving. in its place every thing he ever thought week was filling. He wonted to love, but no one in this place would ever love him. He wonted to be needed but after what he had done no one would ever need him. He wonted 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. It was his love that 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. Its every mans 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.
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. But 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.
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 names Ganon, I'm glad your hands hurt, that means the cold hasn't caused them to become frostbitten. 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. He 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.."
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?"
it was this question that Ganon realized this woman was truly not from hyrull. It would explain the odd dress and her odd talk. He then left her and came back with some hot tuber soup. 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 wonted 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 and laid on the cold ground and fell asleep to her soft breathing.