"How do you feel young Sheikah? Your silence was all for naught now that she is in my possession. You're lucky that I need to prepare for my victory against the hero." With those words Ganondorf walked out of the dungeon room. The door slammed closed and Sheik was left in darkness again. The lizalfos guards who had guarded him had held lit lanterns but there was little comfort in the light. Light meant attention from one of his captors. Light made it harder to escape and hide. Being from a tribe of shadows the darkness was a cold comfort that allowed him peace. All he needed was to wait for a bit longer. Link would soon complete his task and evrything would return to the past, how it was.
And so Shiek laid in the cell, his once pristine uniform ripped and bloodied. Where the rotting corpses had once bothered him he no longer had trouble sleeping. Yes, the spirits still talked to him but they no longer wanted to share their pain when he was suffering what they had. He strangely found comfort knowing they were there to wake him up.
:/ sorry if any of you are waiting for one of my other stories to update. I'm writing for them no worries.