Here's another chapter for all of you, and it's going to be a good one, one that delves into Ganon's past... and gives him a reason to be who he is.
Ganon began pacing his room, where that table stood, grumbling to himself incoherently. "I should just destroy the cocky bastard..." Ganon said, as he begun to think about his past. He then began slamming his head with the open palm of his hand. "No. NO NO NO. I won't think about it. I refuse." He said, and a laughing voice floated out from the back of his head. "Coward..." A voice stated, with a laugh.
Who said that?! Ganon thought, whirling about. The laughing continued. "IS THAT YOU, CHAOS?!" He yelled, snatching up the black Tri-Force. It remained unresponsive. "No, master, it's your creation." A mocking voice said, echoing from seemingly, his head. "DAAAARK!" He yelled, as the face of Link's dark counterpart flashed behind his eyes, smiling at him defiantly. He then threw the black Tri-Force to the wall, it's sharp edges getting stuck in the wall. "WHERE ARE YOU, COWARD?!" He roared, and suddenly, everything went black.
"I'm not the coward... you are. You're haunted by your flaws, by your mistakes. And I'm your Djinn, your inner demon... the one who'll always be there, in the back of your head, reminding you of your mistakes." He said, and Ganon laughed manically, the laugh borderline growl. "I'll kill YOU!" He yelled, charging at Dark, and suddenly, a pale white face appeared, large and domineering, that stopped Ganon's fist.
"Oh, see something you didn't like? Something that you want to forget? You kept up this facade for a very long time... that you're nothing more than just a heartless beast that fears nothing. You feel pain... you fear things... something though, more than anything. Let's recap on what that may be... let's delve through your mind... see what I can get my hands on..." Dark said, as Ganon began sweating at that face he had saw. That pale skin... blonde hair... granite eyes... that face terrified him to no end.
Suddenly, pains shot through his skull, and he dropped to his knees. He began breathing heavy, as he felt a heavy hand pulling the iron curtain he had placed around those thoughts, and he fought that hand to open what he had veiled, and tried so hard to forget. Ganon began growled. "NOOOOO..." He growled, as he fought the hand, but to no avail. It was slowly pushing the curtain back. "Your mind is weak, although your body is strong." Dark said, as he swept his hand, and the black abyss of Ganon's mind was pushed back.
"Let's review..." Dark said, flipping through the pages of Ganon's mind. "Doesn't this look familiar?" he said with a laugh, as he watched as Ganon created him. "I bet you'd never think that I'd be the one to seal you... and to torment you." he said, and Ganon began sweating horrendously, as he saw the deserts he was raised in. "NO, I DONT WANT TOOO..." Ganon whined, laughing weakly, as he found he was anchored to the dark platform he was situated on. As he watched below him, he saw the landscape zoom by, as if he was an eagle. As he flew over, he saw that same stronghold. "NO, STOP IT, PLEASE, HAVE MERCY!!" He roared, and Dark giggled sinisterly. "You never showed me mercy. You ruined my life, why can't I have a little fun with yours?" He said, and Ganon began growling. "I'll... make you... suffer for this..." He said, and Dark laughed. "Sure you will." He said, and the two began to dissolve into Ganon's memories.
A blonde man, with cold granite eyes , wore a heavy black cloak, which he bundled around his deathly pale skin. Madness was evident in his stone eyes, as he spotted a fort of some kind off in the distance. "Finally... repose..." He said, in a low, devilish voice. As he walked further, apparently the sandstorm raging around him was playing a trick on his eyes, and when he made it to the fort, it was nighttime. He pulled down his hood, his obelisk eyes glinting in the darkness, as a fanged grin graced his face. "Wonderful... women..." He said, as he spotted the female guards patrolling the outside of the stronghold.
He walked calmly towards the entrance, and noticed a sentry positioned on a tower, to spot intruders. He ran a hair through his pin straight chin length light blonde hair, and laughed a low growl of a laugh. Suddenly, he disappeared, and reappeared in front of the sentry.
"Hello, love..." He said, stroking her chin, and smelling her neck. "What are you willing to do to keep your life?" He said, and the woman shook, in panic, at the sharp edge of a knife placed against the back of her neck, his arm wrapped around her. "Come on... no response...?" He said, chuckling to himself, as he began kissing her neck. "...Anything, please, don't kill me, I beg you!" She whined, and the man giggled. "Beggars can't be choosers..." He said, pausing as he whispered the rest of his words in her ear.
"...and beggars deserve to die." He said, as he wrapped his cold slender fingers around her neck tighter, and placed a finger to her lips, as she began whimpering out loud. "Shhhh... make a word, and I'll make this hurt more..." He said, leading her to the edge of the sentry's railing. "Hold this." He said, placing a coin in her hand. He then slapped her hand, causing her to drop the coin. "What have you done! You dropped my lucky coin, whore." He said, putting on a face of mock anger, it dissolving into the devil's smile again. "Now, go get my coin. Without climbing the ladder either." He said, and she shook her head. "I can't!" She said, and the man grinned evilly "Of course you can... you just need a helping hand..." He said, shoving her off the edge.
And down she fell. Crack. "Oh, she hit her head... I guess I'll have to get my coin myself..." he said, leaping off the side, and landing besides the twitching body of the Gerudo female with blood forming around her, and he picked up his 'lucky coin'. He then continued to move forward, as noticed more guards, some walking towards the site of where the sentry had fallen off the sentry post.
"What was that...?" One said, and the other shrugged. "I don't know, let's go and find out?" the other female said, and the man smiled wickedly, as he slunk into the shadows. They walked forward some more, and then when they saw the shape of a fellow Gerudo, they ran over quickly, one crouching to look at her. "She's dying..." The one crouching said, and the one standing shook her head. "Who could've done thi-" But suddenly, she began gurgling instead of finishing her sentence.
A knife had found it's way clean through the back of her throat, and out the other side. Suddenly, she felt another stab of pain, and she looked down, to see a long sliver of steel piercing her stomach. "Does this hurt?" He whispered in her ear as he stepped out of the shadow, his gray eyes twinkling in joy. He then began moving the blade in and out of her flesh, as the blood began pouring from her stomach. The other woman turned around, wondering why she was so silent.
"Oh my goddes-" But she too, was silenced, as the blade protruding from her midsection was then thrust through her skull. "Well, what do we have here? A kabob!" He said, shoving the blade all the way through, while the woman with the blade through her midsection watching on in horror as she was slowly dying and had her companion's blood pouring down her stomach. "Aw... dead already?" He said, removing them from his blade, and running a finger up the flat side. He then stuck it in his mouth.
"Mmmm... these woman... have a better flavor than the Hyrulian women..." He said, as a certain lust entered his eyes. He began to walk into the stronghold, slinking in and out of the shadows, evading the guards. For some reason, his blade stood at rest, and his eyes were seeking something he couldn't see. After a while, he entered an empty hallway, with an ornate door at the end of it. The man began sniffing the air around the hallway. "Aaaah, there... she's in there..." He said, sighing as he breathed in the atmosphere of this silent room, as an ecstasy entered his expression, as he laid a hand on the knob, and it glowed black momentarily, and the door opened lazily. A bed lay in the middle of the room, a purple veil hanging around the bed, and a lazy violet mist hung about the room. The man snapped his fingers, and the sound of shackles latching closed rang throughout the air, and he swept his hand behind him, and the door closed.
A woman of eighteen, the prodigy Gerudo, the Gerudo Commander, lay sleeping... but strange sounds stirred her from her slumber. "What was that...?" She said sleepily, as she attempted to sit up, but her legs and arms were magically shackled to the bed. "...what the...?" She muttered, and suddenly, the veil parted, and a pale faced devil stood there, grinning madly. "Hello dear... are you ready for the ride of your life...?" He said, arms opened at his sides, as he climbed onto the bed, and began kissing down her neck as his hand strayed...
Then the visage became black.
"Well... would you look at that... Traysa is your mother... and you're the bastard child of the twisted man... named..." And Ganondorf's eyes were wide, and bloodshot from watching that memory that his mother had relayed to him, and that he had created in his thoughts. "Don't say his...name..." Ganon muttered, and Dark smiled wickedly, as he walked toward Ganon and leaned over and whispered a single word into his ear; "..Darac." And suddenly, the black iron curtains snapped wide open, that name triggering hated memories.
"Good morning, child." Darac said, wearing nothing but a tight black tank-top, and baggy gray pants, as Ganondorf walked down the steps. Darac knew full well that he was the prophesied King of Thieves... and in order to live up to that title... he needed to be ruthless, and twisted... and Darac was the man to give him that. All he had to do was warp his mind with daily suffering.
Darac swiftly clenched his hand around his throat, and lifted the small fourteen year old boy clear off the ground, his muscular body intimidating Ganon, and Darac smiled. "You envy this, don't you...?" Darac said, as Ganon's eyes began to bulge as he gasped for air. Darac slammed him at least an inch into the wall. "If you want strength, SON, you'll have to EARN IT!" he roared, slamming him into the wall again and again.
Traysa ran in, wondering what the noise was. "DARAC, STOP IT NOW!" And she rushed at him, to restrain his muscular arm, but he ended up backhanding her. "Stupid woman, don't think for a moment that I ever loved you..." He said, throwing her child across the room. "For anything more than the sweet sweet taste of your nectar..." he said, as he lifted her up, and pushed her against the wall. "If you want me to hold off on beating the poor fool... allow me a sampling of your sweet taste..." He said, running his hands all over her.
Back in the main room, Ganon got up, and cursed his father under his breath. He was tired of the mindless beatings... he was going to kill him, and make him suffer as he had made him and his mother suffer, and make him beg for his life, and realize his mistakes. And gain revenge on him, for himself, and his mother. And become the King of Thieves, and claw his way up to power, and make everyone respect him.
Four years later, Ganon had reached a size to rival his father's. One day, he walked down the stairs from his bedroom, where he always got his daily beating, to the brink of death, unless his mother intervened... but lately, she hadn't anymore, and lost the will to even deal with Darac. She had lost all sympathy to virtually everyone around her, since recently, and had occasionally even attributed to his misery. He had lost all sanity, and was tired of his beatings, his life, and his father. As he father approached him like he did every morning, he threw a fist with a roar of anger at his father, and Darac didn't even move, and he took the fist to the face. A low laugh resonated from behind Ganon's fist.
"Apparently... you've finally gained some backbone, child." He said, wrapping his cold slender fingers around his arm, and pulling it away and down from his face, where there was barely a mark. "You have no IDEA who you're playing with, do you, BOY?!" he said, snapping his arm, and with a yank, pulled him into a vicious knee, than brought the King of Thieves to his knees. Darac began laughing sinisterly.
"Remember, child... you'll never surpass your father. I'll always be a step ahead of you, no matter how you grow in power, and I'll always be insulting you... and the day you become as powerful as Darac.." He said, with a fanged grin, lifting him by his collar, and whispering in his ear, like he did with all of his victims of cruelty. "...I'll kill you, boy..." He said, as he drove a dagger deep into his chest. "Traysa... thank you for all the memorable nights... and good luck with this establishment you have here..." He said, with ill will dripping from his teeth. "... and don't be bitter to me... you should feel blessed..." He said, as he began dissolving into darkness, as his voice began to warp, and distort, as his appearance became terrifying, as he took on the visage of a soul tainted with the devil's.
"Soon, one day, Son, I'll collect your bones to make a crown with..." He said, chuckling madly, as Traysa began crying hysterically, and Ganon's soul, spirit and sanity snapped. He had finally lost it. Hatred and anger consumed him, and soon... nothing more would ever grace his mind besides becoming stronger than he...
The curtain closed again.
"Hahahahaha!" Dark laughed, and Ganon was twitching madly. "So, you're the product of a rape!" Dark laughed, and Ganon began growling. "Quiet, fool..." He rumbled, as Dark's laughing intensified. Ganon's body shook. "I'LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!" Ganon roared, as he broke the heavy pressure on his body, and lunged at Dark, like a madman, but he dispersed into black mist... and Ganon awoke, finding himself in his bedroom, sweating profusely.
"It was .. all just a dream..." Ganon said...
...But back at the Arena, Dark stood alone in the dark, his eyes as black as night from using Chaos' power... and they faded back to crimson. "Now... I know Ganon's true fear... and the exact way to defeat him."