Chapter VIII- Corruption
Things were changing. Samoora and Nabooru lived together in the house now. They rarely ever saw Ganondorf as he "trained" with Koume and Kotake. At first he had visited them very other day. He was scared, then. He did not want to go back with the witches. But slowly, he accepted it. He stopped coming as frequently, occasionally showing up on Saturdays and Sundays. He was enjoying his new power. He was growing stronger every day. But she knew that Koume and Kotake were corrupting him.
Slowly but surely, the witches were influencing him, bending him to their own selfish desires. They were offering him this power, and he could not help but accept it. They gave it to him slowly, so that he always wanted more. They would give it to him, and he was satisfied for a while. But he would always want more. They showed him other things, too. They showed him scenes of evil, death, and destruction. They forced him to watch these things, these horrors that slowly warped his mind.
Then, on one of the few days he came to visit, she knew they had to leave. He had come with a blank look on his face. She didn't want to imagine what sort of unspeakable horrors they had subjected him to. When he spoke, his mind seemed absent from his body. She decided that they would escape this place, no matter what happened to them.
"Ganondorf?" He looked at her with that disturbing stare.
"We're getting out of here." He was surprised by this.
"How can we? They will stop us."
"It doesn't matter. They are corrupting you, Ganondorf."
"Corrupting me? How?"
"Can't you see it? They are giving you this power, and feeding you these terrible images."
"Terrible? No. All the things they show me are right."
"How can you believe that? They are evil."
"There is nothing evil about them. They are my only real friends."
"Friends? Ganondorf, they helped kill your mother."
He was struck by these words, and his mind warped back to that day nearly 6 years ago. He remembered in vivid detail that terrible moment, when his mother had been killed. And now Samoora told him that Koume and Kotake had been a part of that. Any and all link that he had formed with them shattered; he was enraged. His blank expression turned to fury, and his eyes were like bonfires.
"They tricked me, then. This whole time I've been their pawn. Very well, then. We will go."
She could sense hat the link had been broken, but only on the outside. Their power went much deeper. They had already pushed him to the brink, and she wasn't sure if he could be pulled back. One more thing, and he could snap. She would have to be careful.
The three immediately began to pack, quickly throwing all their belongings into bags. As she did this, Nabooru gazed at the young Gerudo. He was a strange one, that. He looked to be still very weak, but she knew that his power was vast. She didn't like him very much, though. He was already going into this vegetative state when she had first met him. He had seemed very disturbed that day. He had got his first taste of things to come, then. She knew what kind of things the witches did to him, but he was in their power. He never resisted. She did not like the boy. Not at all. In fact, she feared him.
They finished, and began to leave. They passed the frozen tree that still lay there, a constant reminder of the witch's power. Nabooru would not want to butt heads with them. Then, there came a loud noise form off to the left. The three swiveled their heads, startled as the two sisters suddenly appeared.
"Trying to leave, are you?" One of them asked with a mocking tone.
"This will not do. Come back with us, Ganondorf." The boy looked the witches in the face, and told them where he stood.
"I know what you've done, you hags. You helped kill my mother."
"Yes, so we did. But why don't you ask your friend there to tell you more?" Ganondorf looked at Samoora.
"What are they-"
"Nevermind," Samoora snapped. She turned to the sisters. "We're leaving, and you can't stop us."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, if I were you!"
The sisters shot twin blasts of fire and ice at the trio. They leapt aside, the bolts barely missing them.
"Move aside," said Ganondorf. "We're leaving."
"Hee hee, I don't think so!"
They raised their hands again, but so did Ganondorf, and he called forth a blast that sent the witches reeling.
"Hmm, he's stronger than we thought," one said, when they were out of earshot.
"Yes. We cannot win."
"No matter. It's too late for him now. Let him go"
The sisters disappeared, and with them went the entire valley. The trio was left standing on sand, with the wind whipping their faces mercilessly.
"Well, we'd better get moving," said Samoora. They set off toward Gerudo Fortress. Perhaps they stood a chance, now. Now they would kill Mareena.
Things were changing. Samoora and Nabooru lived together in the house now. They rarely ever saw Ganondorf as he "trained" with Koume and Kotake. At first he had visited them very other day. He was scared, then. He did not want to go back with the witches. But slowly, he accepted it. He stopped coming as frequently, occasionally showing up on Saturdays and Sundays. He was enjoying his new power. He was growing stronger every day. But she knew that Koume and Kotake were corrupting him.
Slowly but surely, the witches were influencing him, bending him to their own selfish desires. They were offering him this power, and he could not help but accept it. They gave it to him slowly, so that he always wanted more. They would give it to him, and he was satisfied for a while. But he would always want more. They showed him other things, too. They showed him scenes of evil, death, and destruction. They forced him to watch these things, these horrors that slowly warped his mind.
Then, on one of the few days he came to visit, she knew they had to leave. He had come with a blank look on his face. She didn't want to imagine what sort of unspeakable horrors they had subjected him to. When he spoke, his mind seemed absent from his body. She decided that they would escape this place, no matter what happened to them.
"Ganondorf?" He looked at her with that disturbing stare.
"We're getting out of here." He was surprised by this.
"How can we? They will stop us."
"It doesn't matter. They are corrupting you, Ganondorf."
"Corrupting me? How?"
"Can't you see it? They are giving you this power, and feeding you these terrible images."
"Terrible? No. All the things they show me are right."
"How can you believe that? They are evil."
"There is nothing evil about them. They are my only real friends."
"Friends? Ganondorf, they helped kill your mother."
He was struck by these words, and his mind warped back to that day nearly 6 years ago. He remembered in vivid detail that terrible moment, when his mother had been killed. And now Samoora told him that Koume and Kotake had been a part of that. Any and all link that he had formed with them shattered; he was enraged. His blank expression turned to fury, and his eyes were like bonfires.
"They tricked me, then. This whole time I've been their pawn. Very well, then. We will go."
She could sense hat the link had been broken, but only on the outside. Their power went much deeper. They had already pushed him to the brink, and she wasn't sure if he could be pulled back. One more thing, and he could snap. She would have to be careful.
The three immediately began to pack, quickly throwing all their belongings into bags. As she did this, Nabooru gazed at the young Gerudo. He was a strange one, that. He looked to be still very weak, but she knew that his power was vast. She didn't like him very much, though. He was already going into this vegetative state when she had first met him. He had seemed very disturbed that day. He had got his first taste of things to come, then. She knew what kind of things the witches did to him, but he was in their power. He never resisted. She did not like the boy. Not at all. In fact, she feared him.
They finished, and began to leave. They passed the frozen tree that still lay there, a constant reminder of the witch's power. Nabooru would not want to butt heads with them. Then, there came a loud noise form off to the left. The three swiveled their heads, startled as the two sisters suddenly appeared.
"Trying to leave, are you?" One of them asked with a mocking tone.
"This will not do. Come back with us, Ganondorf." The boy looked the witches in the face, and told them where he stood.
"I know what you've done, you hags. You helped kill my mother."
"Yes, so we did. But why don't you ask your friend there to tell you more?" Ganondorf looked at Samoora.
"What are they-"
"Nevermind," Samoora snapped. She turned to the sisters. "We're leaving, and you can't stop us."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, if I were you!"
The sisters shot twin blasts of fire and ice at the trio. They leapt aside, the bolts barely missing them.
"Move aside," said Ganondorf. "We're leaving."
"Hee hee, I don't think so!"
They raised their hands again, but so did Ganondorf, and he called forth a blast that sent the witches reeling.
"Hmm, he's stronger than we thought," one said, when they were out of earshot.
"Yes. We cannot win."
"No matter. It's too late for him now. Let him go"
The sisters disappeared, and with them went the entire valley. The trio was left standing on sand, with the wind whipping their faces mercilessly.
"Well, we'd better get moving," said Samoora. They set off toward Gerudo Fortress. Perhaps they stood a chance, now. Now they would kill Mareena.