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He had been watching her for weeks, when she came to town to the deliver Akin's medicine, when she worked at her home, when she wandered in the Lost Woods searching for some peace of mind; he was there, taking note of every move. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who showed interest in her; the Hylian asked her to join them before his master's reached a decision. She accepted their offer, and joined that blond haired boy, the so called hero; he disliked him from the moment he laid his eyes upon him.
He tried to look at the subject from an objective point of view; if his master respects her enough to see her as an alley, he would also see her as a threat. Even as Ganon's ambassador he knew that siding with him would be foolish, and eventually end in death, by his hands or by the Hylian's. So when his master finally decided to recruit her, he was hoping she would refuse to switch sides as he started to favor her, after studying her for so long. She was different, he knew that somehow she could feel his presence; a few times she was staring right at him when he hid in the shadows, no one ever done that before. But she seemed uncertain, unsure about her rare abilities and dismissed what she had seen. Until that day, when she spoke to him.
"Show yourself," her voice was soft, soothing, a polite request. He stared at her, at the wild hair that haloed her head, and the fierce eyes that radiated silent strength.
"As you wish," he accepted her request, in a smooth voice, and stepped out of the darkness, riding a magical horse his master had given to him; it was more of a ghost than a living animal and it fitted perfectly his phantom qualities. She seemed to be too fascinated by the dark beast to notice he dismounted it and was approaching her slowly. "I'm impressed. Never before someone noticed my presence unless I allowed it." He said in a quiet voice, close to her.
"I felt you the previous time as well, but it was so vague I believed my mind was fooling me. This time, I couldn't ignore this haunting feeling anymore." her voice was calm, fearless; her myrtle eyes stared right into his red ones, without a blink. She was examining him, estimating who she was facing, and he did just the same, studying her and making his conclusions.
He felt defiance, pride, suspicion, curiosity all mixed in her aura; something about her was strange, she was oddly alluring. He put a moderated smile upon his lips. "It's time for us to meet. I'm an ambassador sent by Gannon, to present you an offer."
"Let me guess, I shall join him and rule beside him as the queen of darkness?" she inquired in a bitter, cynical voice, and an equally cynical, equally bitter expression morphed on her face.
"I couldn't rephrase it better myself," he replied in a silky voice, enjoying her wit and sharpness, he let a bang of ebony hair fall on his face, and watched her force a smile. "The meaning of this is that as soon as the war ends and he finishes using me, he'd kill me the first opportunity he's got." She summarized, reaching the right conclusion, and he couldn't help but smile wider at her directness.
"It does sound quite like him," he confirmed in an honest voice, shifting his weight from leg to leg with slight inconvenience, not bothering to convince her otherwise.
"I certainly hope that being an emissary isn't your main profession," she commented with an amused smile, surprised by his honesty "You do quite a horrible job."
"Well," he leaned forward, whispering in a husky voice, "I serve two masters; the dark lord, and my humble self." A cunning grin played on his lips. He watched her expression suddenly darken; all her diversion seemed to disappeared as she scowled in understanding. "He…he created you, from Link?" she barely maintained her voice audible, an unstable whisper.
"Indeed," his eyes flashed in the dim lighting, he expected her to notice the resemblance between them, but he hated the thought she could tell what he was, "A drop of Link's blood, a portion of Gannon's flesh and a few forgotten spells." He explained shortly, and the words left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He looked at her attentively, scanning her expression and noticing the tiniest waggling; her horror grew into something else, stronger and much emotional, it was blazing rage. Her hands clenched into fists as she exclaimed, "This is the most base, cowardly, immoral act of witchcraft I had ever witnessed!"
His relaxed expression changed to surprise, his eyebrows cocked and his cheek slightly sucked in, his ears pricked as she continued to call his master by many rude names, "You shouldn't surrender to his will." She stated, her piercing eyes boring holes in his skull, as if forcing him to fight his own master.
"His will is what keeps me alive, as much as you can call this parody a life," his voice was moderated, content, but he couldn't fool himself; so much sadness lay behind this masquerade of lies.
"It is quite amazing, I must admit, you're the first of your kind to hit perfection," she spoke with excitement, eagerness, a fire was burning inside her, igniting her, "But dealing with this field, this aspect of black magic, is much more than forbidden, it leaves the sorcerer soulless."
Her words somewhat moved him, she was so passionately moral, and he couldn't resist the urge to smile pleasantly at her idealism, giving up on the usually cold appearance. "I find it surprising and heartwarming, that you from all sorcerers seem to oppose it so passionately. Dealing with the darkness hasn't corrupted your soul, your heart is pure. You probably heard it before." He said in a soft voice, his eyes lingering on her porcelain skin, he felt certain sweetness, contrary to her aggressive approach.
"I did," she admitted, and by the vagueness in her eyes he could tell she recalled something, but she soon return to look at him keenly, "You're nothing like Link," she declared.
"I couldn't say, you know him better than I do. I try my best to follow my covert feelings, hoping they aren't devilishly implanted by my master." He said wryly, crossing his arms over his chest, a skeptic look upon his sharp features.
"You definitely created your own character, and an impressive amount of free will. Maybe a rebellion is to be expected?" she wondered with a satisfied expression, and he could feel her eyes prey, scanning his body.
"Not any time soon." He promised, with a wink, "I must leave now, I'll see you around."
"Haven't you fulfilled your task?" she raised her eyebrows at the hint of another encounter.
"I have, but my orders do not specifically forbid me from seeing you again, if you wish, of course." He said, outsmarting, flirting with confidence he didn't know he possessed. For a moment he felt vulnerable, exposed as he waited for her reply.
"I'd like that." Her answer was polite, but her voice sounded naughty, sly. Her hand was sent to play with her hair, she brushed it away from her face, exposing her neck as well, she was completely unaware to her flirting ways.
A sincere smile lightened his face, he breathed out with relief, a warm feeling filled his chest; it made him straightened his back, and hold his head high. He took her hand gently, enjoying her smooth skin and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand, slowly raising his eyes to meet her in a purely seductive way. "Farewell, my lady." He said in a tender, satin like voice, taking one last glimpse of those peculiar face before he turned around, mounted his shadow horse and sped away.
This was the most pleasant task he was ever given.
He thought it was better if he left out some of his impression of her, when he would report to his master.
If there's something particular you'd like to know about my charming Dark, or wish to see him I a certain situation, I'd love to hear ideas and see if it fits into my master plan.