Chapter IV- Flight and Betrayal
Ganondorf stood. He stood and watched, waiting for what had just happened to register with him. His mother had just been murdered. He had seen it happen. And he could see the murderer right there, standing directly in front of him, loading a crossbow. And he knew that the next arrow as meant for him. He turned and saw Samoora sobbing uncontrollably over his mother's lifeless body. The poor woman. He still waited for it to register with him.
"Sorry to interrupt," said the murderer, removing the hood, "But I have business to attend to."
The woman's face had a long scar across her face, but other than that, she was strikingly beautiful. He recognized the woman, for he had seen her many times before. Mareena, Captain of the Gerudo forces. And she had just killed his mother. She was about to kill him. Again, Mareena raised the crossbow.
"Goodbye, child."
"No!" came the cry. Mareena was startled as Samoora jumped in front of him, just like his mother had done. "I have a promise to keep." No longer was her tear-stained face sad; cold hatred showed openly.
"So. You too are a fool. " Again, Mareena raised the crossbow.
Ganondorf saw it happening again. She jumped in front of him. The crossbow raised. The arrow flew, seemingly in slow motion. He saw it all happening again. It registered.
"NOOOOOOO!" He screamed. The arrow stopped in mid-flight. Both women turned to face him. "IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN!"
Mareena looked at him, the surprise on her face turning to fear. Ganondorf raised his hand, not knowing what he was doing, and faced the palm towards Mareena.
"NO MORE!" Mareena was knocked back, landing against the wall, unconscious. Her body slumped to the floor.
Samoora stared. She gaped at this small child, who had just knocked out one of the greatest Gerudo warriors and assassins with only words. She took action.
"Ganondorf, we must leave now," she told the child. Slowly, he came back to reality. The anger slowly retreated from his face, and a wave of sadness overtook him. He began to weep. He fell on the floor, face to the ground, weeping like an infant. She pitied the child. To have something like this happen to him of all people…
She picked him up and carried him out, walking to the edge of the valley. This was far enough for tonight. Ganondorf stopped crying and drifted into a fitful sleep. She looked over the Fortress. It was where she had lived all her life. She had been born there. It was where all her hardships had been overcome. She had grown up here. It was her home. And she would never be able to return.
"Strong he is." The speaker stood atop the fortress, looking down at the departing pair. She had a Viper tattoo on her neck, as did her companion.
"Yes. Strong," came the other's whispered reply.
"Should we allow him to live?"
"For now. We could perhaps use him later."
"You have a plan, Koume?"
"Perhaps, Kotake, perhaps. In time you shall know."
"Hee hee, time is what we have most of, sister. Plenty of time." One would never guess that the pair was over three hundred years old by looking at them.
"We should leave before sunrise."
"Yes. Mareena will never share power. Surely she will attempt to kill us."
"Most surely. Should we warn Koomara?"
"No. She is a traitor. A stupid traitor. She deserves what she gets."
"You forget that we are traitors, sister."
"Yes, but not stupid ones. We will not be caught."
Morning came. It was a sad morning, and the sun showed its grief by rising ever so slowly into the sky, and hiding its shining face behind the clouds.
Mareena woke with a bump on her head. She couldn't remember what had happened. She had killed the queen and the fool Samoora, and the boy… the boy! He had somehow done this to her. She saw Nataru's body lying on the ground, an arrow in her chest. And she held the crossbow. It did not look good. Something would have to be done.
The first order of business was disposing of the crossbow. How could she do this most efficiently? Then it hit her. What better way to keep herself from blame then to point the finger at another before she was even suspected? She rushed to Samoora's room. There she put the crossbow, along with a note to the other Gerudos. The note was perfect. It admitted what she had done, and incriminated the other three as well. With them out of the way, nothing would stop her.
A few short hours later, Koomara stood tied to a pole. She knew her life would end shortly. She did nothing to protest. Why bother? She was beat. She took these last moments to reflect on the mornings events.
A knock came at her door early in the morning. She groggily stumbled into the hall, and looked at who had roused her so early. Mareena stood there, a smug look on her face.
"What do you want? Did something go wrong?"
"Koomara, Soldier First Class of the Gerudo armies, I place you under arrest for the murder of High Warrior Nataru."
Next thing she knew, she was here. Mareena had a fake letter and everything. The other three were long gone by now, and she was the last one left. There was no escape. She raised her head to look at her executioners. Five warriors stood ready to shoot her full of arrows. Mareena approached her with grim satisfaction on her face.
"Does the condemned have any last words?" she asked, smiling her smug, infuriating smile the whole time.
"May the devil claim your soul, you despicable whore."
Mareena's face contorted with anger. She swung about and marched purposefully away. She slid her finger across her neck as she left, condemning Koomara. Gerudo warriors have incredible aim.
Ganondorf stood. He stood and watched, waiting for what had just happened to register with him. His mother had just been murdered. He had seen it happen. And he could see the murderer right there, standing directly in front of him, loading a crossbow. And he knew that the next arrow as meant for him. He turned and saw Samoora sobbing uncontrollably over his mother's lifeless body. The poor woman. He still waited for it to register with him.
"Sorry to interrupt," said the murderer, removing the hood, "But I have business to attend to."
The woman's face had a long scar across her face, but other than that, she was strikingly beautiful. He recognized the woman, for he had seen her many times before. Mareena, Captain of the Gerudo forces. And she had just killed his mother. She was about to kill him. Again, Mareena raised the crossbow.
"Goodbye, child."
"No!" came the cry. Mareena was startled as Samoora jumped in front of him, just like his mother had done. "I have a promise to keep." No longer was her tear-stained face sad; cold hatred showed openly.
"So. You too are a fool. " Again, Mareena raised the crossbow.
Ganondorf saw it happening again. She jumped in front of him. The crossbow raised. The arrow flew, seemingly in slow motion. He saw it all happening again. It registered.
"NOOOOOOO!" He screamed. The arrow stopped in mid-flight. Both women turned to face him. "IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN!"
Mareena looked at him, the surprise on her face turning to fear. Ganondorf raised his hand, not knowing what he was doing, and faced the palm towards Mareena.
"NO MORE!" Mareena was knocked back, landing against the wall, unconscious. Her body slumped to the floor.
Samoora stared. She gaped at this small child, who had just knocked out one of the greatest Gerudo warriors and assassins with only words. She took action.
"Ganondorf, we must leave now," she told the child. Slowly, he came back to reality. The anger slowly retreated from his face, and a wave of sadness overtook him. He began to weep. He fell on the floor, face to the ground, weeping like an infant. She pitied the child. To have something like this happen to him of all people…
She picked him up and carried him out, walking to the edge of the valley. This was far enough for tonight. Ganondorf stopped crying and drifted into a fitful sleep. She looked over the Fortress. It was where she had lived all her life. She had been born there. It was where all her hardships had been overcome. She had grown up here. It was her home. And she would never be able to return.
"Strong he is." The speaker stood atop the fortress, looking down at the departing pair. She had a Viper tattoo on her neck, as did her companion.
"Yes. Strong," came the other's whispered reply.
"Should we allow him to live?"
"For now. We could perhaps use him later."
"You have a plan, Koume?"
"Perhaps, Kotake, perhaps. In time you shall know."
"Hee hee, time is what we have most of, sister. Plenty of time." One would never guess that the pair was over three hundred years old by looking at them.
"We should leave before sunrise."
"Yes. Mareena will never share power. Surely she will attempt to kill us."
"Most surely. Should we warn Koomara?"
"No. She is a traitor. A stupid traitor. She deserves what she gets."
"You forget that we are traitors, sister."
"Yes, but not stupid ones. We will not be caught."
Morning came. It was a sad morning, and the sun showed its grief by rising ever so slowly into the sky, and hiding its shining face behind the clouds.
Mareena woke with a bump on her head. She couldn't remember what had happened. She had killed the queen and the fool Samoora, and the boy… the boy! He had somehow done this to her. She saw Nataru's body lying on the ground, an arrow in her chest. And she held the crossbow. It did not look good. Something would have to be done.
The first order of business was disposing of the crossbow. How could she do this most efficiently? Then it hit her. What better way to keep herself from blame then to point the finger at another before she was even suspected? She rushed to Samoora's room. There she put the crossbow, along with a note to the other Gerudos. The note was perfect. It admitted what she had done, and incriminated the other three as well. With them out of the way, nothing would stop her.
A few short hours later, Koomara stood tied to a pole. She knew her life would end shortly. She did nothing to protest. Why bother? She was beat. She took these last moments to reflect on the mornings events.
A knock came at her door early in the morning. She groggily stumbled into the hall, and looked at who had roused her so early. Mareena stood there, a smug look on her face.
"What do you want? Did something go wrong?"
"Koomara, Soldier First Class of the Gerudo armies, I place you under arrest for the murder of High Warrior Nataru."
Next thing she knew, she was here. Mareena had a fake letter and everything. The other three were long gone by now, and she was the last one left. There was no escape. She raised her head to look at her executioners. Five warriors stood ready to shoot her full of arrows. Mareena approached her with grim satisfaction on her face.
"Does the condemned have any last words?" she asked, smiling her smug, infuriating smile the whole time.
"May the devil claim your soul, you despicable whore."
Mareena's face contorted with anger. She swung about and marched purposefully away. She slid her finger across her neck as she left, condemning Koomara. Gerudo warriors have incredible aim.