"Tch," the slender pale man who was sent with me lets out a noise as we leave the courtyard of the Castle, and head into Castle Town, "Why do I, the amazing Ghirahim have to work with someone like you," The man does a quick about face, causing me to start and points at me with his head tilted back slightly, as a show of dominance, most likely, "I only work with your worthless self because Master Demise commands it, otherwise you would be dead already!" and then turns about and continues his quick pace out of the courtyard. I let out a small sigh, thinking to myself that at least for now I am still alive, and I follow after him as he heads out of the East gate of Castle Town. He stops as we get out of the town gate, and turns to face me, "Now you shall see the true power of a Demon Lord, you pitiful human," he places an ice cold hand on my shoulder before the world before my eyes flashes with a blinding darkness and when I open my eyes again we are standing on an enormous bridge that could only be the Great Bridge of Hylia, looking over Lake Hylia. "Why are we here, Ghiraham?" as I finish my question he has already spun on his heel and closed the distance between us with a blade made of a black opalescent material, "I am Demon Lord Ghirahim to one as minescule as you, Korda," with the blade at my throat I swallow the bile that tried to make it's way out of my throat, "Of course, Demon Lord Ghirahim, and my name is Kordo, not Korda," I try to get out, but he already turned and left me alone, completely ignoring my statement. "Now," Ghirahim says, his index finger and thumb on his chin, "how should we get you over to that desert in one piece," he looks over his shoulder at me, "Korda, how does one get to that fortress on the other side of this lake?" I let out a sigh as I walk up to the edge of the bridge with Ghirahim, "In the past, the only way anyone made it over to that desert is with a cannon, otherwise it is completely blocked in on all sides with towering stone walls," "that is boring, Korda," he looks me up and down, "take my hand, and I'll fly us over there." Without waiting for a response he already has my hand in his cold hand, and he jumps off of the bridge before I can put up any sort of defense against him, and I feel his grip tighten around my hand as he glides through the air, almost like he is dancing, except for the hulking mass that I am dangling off to his left side. I watch as several hundreds, maybe even thousands of feet below us the grand Lake Hylia sits, as I do everything in my power to keep the scream from my lips and the urine in my bowels, "Humans are so weak," I hear Ghirahim say under his breath as we make it over the stone wall separating the desert from the lake front. I stay quiet not wanting to draw the ire of this being any further. He continues flying until the sun starts cresting over the stone walls to the East of us, and we catch our first glimpse of the Fortress of the Gerudo peoples, which, from what I remember from the little history I did pay attention to, used to be a grand prison, the stone of the walls almost perfectly matching up with the fortress walls, making this an almost impenetrable fortress, unless one flew into it. "You stay quiet human, while I figure out how to get this Ganondorf to join with us."