Sisterhood
Disclaimer: I don't own the Legend of Zelda franchise...though admittedly, I'm now addicted to Skyward Sword.
"Nabooru."
"Ganon. So, you dare show your face here. After what you've done..."
"I offered you a place at my side..."
"I'd sooner die."
The soft strains of a guitar shivered in the air, delicately plucked from the centuries before. Nabooru was silent as she strummed, aware of the others taking up their places behind and around her. The dance would begin, as it always did, with the introduction of the guitar, and the joyful song of the flute. Somewhere behind her was a lone trumpet, while dozens of hands raised in the air, clapping in time with the beat. The youngest of the Gerudo girls clung to their mothers' dresses and robes, frightened by so many of the clan gathering together, knowing that the fierce warriors would march away to the far off lands to the east with the first breath of dawn...She bowed her head, eyes closing against the inevitability of it all. Ganondorf had not been the first of the Gerudo men to attempt to hold sway over the world around them, but his cunning and political prowess had made him one of the most powerful in the long history of their race. It was a terrifying prospect to behold, in truth; and she wished now that she'd killed him when she'd been given the chance...damn those fool sisters, for smothering the boy in his own destiny...A small touch interrupted her thoughts, and glancing up at her own child, she had to smile. They were waiting on her, waiting for the dance to begin, for their destinies to come to a close, and those of the children to blossom in a world freed of evil. She laughed a little, and stood up, settling the guitar properly on her hip. The torchlight around them would be sufficient to play to, though she could have done so in pure darkness, needing only the strings beneath her fingers and her hearing to guide her.
"Forgive me, sisters. Let us play, and let us dance; 'tis our turn to help the Hero."