Ganondorf laid in bed, his eyes peering up at the high ceiling of the master chambers. His mind was miles away, contemplating ways to draw out the hero, without being obvious. He would be after the Master Sword, the only weapon that could strike down the Demon King. Could he hold a competition of sword dueling? Perhaps use a decoy chest and pretend to transport the Master Sword somewhere else? He smiled and laughed, because as these ideas crossed his mind, Dora talked about them aloud. She paced from the balcony back to the bedroom.
"If we hold a competition, like archery, lancing, or sword dueling, the hero could inadvertently die, which is only good if he has the Triforce of Courage. We could trick him into revealing himself by transporting the Master Sword, and letting the secret leak. When he goes to steal it, he'll find the chest contains a fake, and we attack."
"Or we could just wait for him to show his face," Ganondorf added.
"He's bound to show up eventually," she reasoned, standing still finally. She curled her index finger around her chin and stared at the floor. "Do you think the Master Sword will be restored by the Triforce of Courage?"
"Or the Master Sword could be calling the hero using the Triforce," he countered. "Either way, he will die."
Dora walked toward the bed and crawled toward Ganondorf, between his legs, until she rested on his torso. "I love plotting evil deeds with you," she whispered with a grin. She laid her head against his chest and listened to his exquisite heart beat; the heart that seemed to beat forever, and belonged to only her. It filled her with love and emotion, and she promised, "I will not be taken away from you again, and I won't be sealed away with you either. This time, we fight until none are left standing, if we must."
Ganondorf combed his fingers through her long, thick hair, and traced his fingertips in circles against her lower back where the skin was softest. With the right pressure, he knew the same place drove her wild.
She straddled his waist, and with all her hair combed to one side, she leaned down and kissed him. The room was perfectly dark and mysterious, and while she enjoyed seeing his face weaken when she glided her hips in just the right rhythm, the darkness contained its own excitement.
Especially when that darkness was chased away by a golden light.
Dora sat straight up, and they stared at the backs of their left hands in unison. The Triforce of Power and Wisdom had been paired for so long their glow was barely noticeable when together. Both resonated powerfully, as if calling out the Triforce of Courage.
"He's in the castle," Ganondorf exclaimed.
She lunged off of him and over to the tall armor and weapons cabinet. "We have to find and kill him before he gets to the throne room."
"Do I detect fear?" he mocked.
"Of course not," she retorted, throwing his armor and trident on the bed. "I'm just nervous. It's been a long time since I faced the hero."
"And you failed, at first," he reminded her.
With their gear hastily equipped, they exited the master chambers. "This time, we face him together, no Master Sword. We can't lose!" she said with excitement, and bounded for the stairs. They immediately made their way to the throne room to secure the sacred sword in its hidden chamber below the floor. They came to an abrupt stop at the door when they saw Din held a torch, and that a boy stood with her by the Master Sword.