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The air is thick and humid. The blanket on me sticks to my skin and feels like I am shedding, as a snake does, as I peal it off. There are three other bodies in my bed aside from me. When I put my feet on the floor, a moan is released and I jump. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I can see an ocean of people lying on the floor. Their light snores are filled with a calm that is both alarming and soothing.

I carefully place my footing between them, which is at best the width of my hand. When I get to the door, I try to open, but there are so many people in the room that even the door is stuck closed. I lift a small child off the floor and onto another body. The child makes little whimpers until she is back to the safety of her people. I can only manage to open the door a crack, making me squeeze through it like a mouse.

On the other side, I see a fire burning on the loft above the main floor. I walk casually over, careful not to disturb the people lying in the hall. I notice a figure crouched over the fire for warmth. Loretta is back. Her yellow hair has streaks of dried blood that to even me shows that she is a rare beauty. The red seems to contrast her youth as she turns to me. I smile and wave and suddenly, I am on the ground.

"What the hell are you doing!" the body hollers as I land on them face to face. "Muck off!" the body yells pushing me off. I land on the ground and momentum rolls me. I lay flat on my back looking up to the ceiling. I can hear the soft laughter of Loretta.

"You sure know how to make an entrance," she smiles holding her hand out to me. I take it and she lifts me to my feet. "Couldn't sleep?" she grins.

I dust myself off and shrug, "I don't know…" I sigh, "Perhaps too much sleep."

"That's a welcomed problem around here," she laughs. Her voice is soft and calm. She pats a hassock for me to sit on and I oblige. She turns away and then back to me with a hot cup of tea, "Nights like these make me nervous." She sits on a folded blanket and releases a breath.

"How was the battle?" I ask and sip the tea.

She shakes her head making her blonde locks jostle against her shoulders. Her eyes look to me, "Too much death in one day."

I nod; she does not want to talk about it. I hunch over with my elbows resting on my knees. My legs are too long for such a short seat. "Why did you free me?" I find my thoughts becoming audible.

She smiles, "Why, would you rather be dead?" I look at her with inverted eyebrows. Her words are free and wild, yet she has the look and power of a queen. She sighs griping the pommel of her sword and circling the blade's tip on the wood floor, "We didn't need to see another person die. And," she laughs, "You seem to be a very interesting person."

I laugh, "You barely know me-,"

"I see your eyes," she grins. I feel the need to work in some kind of dazzle into my amber eyes, but before I can, she speaks, "Your eyes are very wise." She shifts on the folded blanket, "They have a sort of… innocence to them… yet," she grins, "guilt." She lays her sword on the floor beside her, "I want to know why, and if you were dead, I wouldn't be able to solve this problem, now would I?"

"No," I look to the fire, "I guess not."

She lets a quite laugh escape, "Now tell me, Gerudo, what makes you so innocent and guilty? That's quite the contradiction to have a burden of."

I laugh with her, careful to make sure I am quiet enough for the people to not wake. I untuck my shirt and relax for a moment, "Well, first off; my name is Ganondorf, not Gerudo." I wink to her and she laughs. "As for my innocence and guilt, they are mine and mine only. I do not need to share such a thing with you," I smile. She pushes me playfully and I sway. "If you really must know," I joke, "I am a child trapped in a man's body-,"

"Really," she widens her eyes with sarcasm. She shakes her head, "Well, if you're not going to tell me, then perhaps later in time you will know. A person who is so analytical with their words is bound to share their secrets…" she narrows her eyes, "even the most deepest and darkest of the sort."

I want to make her mine. She is the very epitome of power and control. Fear flashes across my face as I realize my hand is glowing. I cover it. She narrows her eyes and purses her lips. She makes me nervous yet, enthralled.

"You're hiding something," she finally speaks. Her voice is casual but her message is clear. "What it is, I'm not sure of," she pokes at the fireplace making the embers fly. "Something tells me when I find out… I might not want to know," she smiles, "but the anticipation is much too engrossing."

I smile and continue with my tea. I feel a tug at my shirt and see her head peeking in once more. "Hey," I wing my arms trying not spill the hot beverage yet attempting to make her stop.

"All healed," she laughs looking at me with a playful stare.

I snort, "You really need to stop doing that. What if someone saw you? W-what would they think?" my voice's tone is higher than usual, as I feel more outraged.

She laughs, "Calm down Gerudo," she looks around, "even if someone does see me, the people here all know who I am. My virtue is at no threat, silly boy," she smacks my shoulder.

She is a strange, young woman, a strange, young woman indeed. "How did you get into all of this?" I ask after I have calmed down.

"What do you mean?" she shrugs. I turn my palms up and motion around. She nods, "My father was a knight for the king. When he died, he left me all his weapons. When I heard of a war breaking loose across the lands over a silly little Triforce; I chose to fight-not for the Triforce, but for the people." She sighs, "Innocent people are the ones who seem to suffer more during times like these."

I nod solemnly. I bring my hands to my head and am mortified. My hair is standing on end. I quickly try to smooth it out before she looks to me. I do the best I can; knowing that one lock of hair has decided to remain standing. "How long have you been fighting?"

"Since the beginning," she looks into the flames. "I met Impa and Pike during the first year. The king assigned me to their group and since then… I have been on the sidelines." She shakes her head, "Or at least, that's what the king has said. In reality," she leans to my ear and speaks in a whisper, "The king has been sending the Sheikah into the harshest battles. He doesn't want the Hylians to all die so he figures by sending the Sheikah into the worst of worst, they will defeat the enemies and he won't have to spare anymore of his men." She folds her arms and straightens her back, "As for Kakariko, Impa decided that this was going to be the safety lands for her people. Little by little, they started coming in, and now… even Hylians are arriving." Loretta pushes her long hair back, "The queen comes every now and then to see how things are going. Sometimes, even soldiers come with supplies… but those visits have become more and more distant from each other."

"Why are you here if the king wants to send the Sheikah and not Hylians?" my mouth is tight and my eyebrows furrow.

"My father may have been a knight… but he had a large part in starting this war," she frowns slightly, "By sending me to fight with the Sheikah, I have a greater chance of dying."

"For what your father did?" I make a face. "That is quite immature. You are your own person-what he did does not define you," my words shock me.

Loretta laughs, "Try sending that plea to the king. He'll laugh," she shakes her head, "he's not as open to that thought as many people would think. I am only here with one goal; to survive and seek my revenge to the king." I nod. I feel a rush of sober thought fill me. The king is not dead in my timeline. If she did not kill the king, then somewhere along the line she dies.

Ooooo, that's a heavy thought, eh?

Let me know what you're thinking, what you like, what you don't like...

I know not much happened in this chapter, action wise.