Chapter IX- Redemption
Mareena sat in her throne room, sprawled across the throne itself. It still bore the scars of the damage inflicted upon it not long ago. She as enjoying herself immensely. There was no one to stand in her way- no one. She had absolute power over the Gerudos. She was queen. She giggled quietly, remembering how easy it had been to seize power. Most of her enemies had taken care of themselves for her. She laughed out loud, the sounds of her merriment echoing through the almost empty chamber. She was the only one there. That left her feeling unsettled- there were no guards. It did not matter; none would dare cross her. She laughed again.
"Sorry to interrupt," came a sudden voice. Mareena's head swiveled around, searching for the source. She saw a figure in the doorway, their face shadowed.
"But we have business to attend to." A second figure stepped into the entranceway.
"Who's there?" she called, reaching for her weapon.
"I think you know perfectly well who I am," the second figure said, stepping into the light.
It was Samoora.
"Hmmph," Mareena grunted with contempt. "So you finally decided to face your fate."
The second figure entered the light, and Mareena recognized her as the girl whose mother she'd killed- Nabooru.
"Well. Come, then. Let us fight."
Mareena raised both her blades, pointing them at an angle away from her. The two others drew their blades and crossed hers, forming two X's.
"May the fates favor the winner- me," said Mareena.
"And may my blade pierce your heart," Samoora finished. Not exactly tradition, but it fit.
And so it began. The fight seemed even at first, Mareena's twin blades holding the others' back. But it quickly became apparent that Mareena was not winning. She was slowly driven out of the throne room, her opponents pressing her towards the back exit. Once into the halls, she turned and fled, trying to find a better spot. Her adversaries gave chase, but the three quickly lost each other in the maze of corridors, their minds to busy to think things out.
Mareena careened around the corners, flying headlong through one door after another, till she found herself on the roof. It was a suitable spot for battle. But right behind her came Nabooru, who had found her way right behind Mareena in a cruel twist of fate. She barely had time to ready herself as the girl charged her, but Nabooru's momentum was her own downfall. Mareena jumped aside, and Nabooru sailed over the edge, attempting to make a jump. She hit the ground at an odd angle, and he leg was crushed. Mareena smiled. One down. She ran to another section, to wait for Samoora.
Samoora came onto the roof and saw that neither of the two were there. She was about go when she heard a low moaning. She looked over the edge and saw Nabooru laying down there.
"Nabooru!" she called to her young friend. "Are you hurt?"
"My leg's broke, but other than that I'm fine!"
Samoora breathed a sigh of relief, but heard movement behind her. She moved just in time to avoid Mareeena's blade, which still slashed her side.
"Almost, but not quite," she said, standing up.
"You forget, Samoora- the strike of a viper is poison." She smiled a smile of triumph. It was a poison-tipped blade. Samoora was enraged. She knew that she was dead now, but she was taking this creature with her.
She fought with new strength, but she could already feel her energy being sapped by the poison. Their blades clanged off one another as they battled up the rooftops, Samoora matching two blades with just one. They reached the highest point on the roof, the desert floor 50 feet below them. They stopped on opposite sides of the platform to take a rest.
"It ends here, Mareena."
"Yes, but not for me."
"As I said before, my blade will pierce your heart."
They charged each other, meeting in the center. Each of Samoora's blows shook Mareena's body, knocking her backwards. Finally, one downward swing missed the blade entirely and cut Mareena's hand clean off. She tried to defend, but could not. The pain was too strong. Samoora's blade thrust forward, and Mareena saw it all.
She saw her whole life. She saw her mother. She saw the man who gave her this hideous scar. She saw the all the crimes she had committed, the lives she had taken. Her whole life flashed before her eyes. And then it ended. The pain stopped. She felt the blade slide between her ribs, but she felt no pain. No pain. It was all slipping away. She stepped backwards, walking away from Samoora, and did not even realize she had stepped over the edge and was falling. It was over.
Samoora collapsed, the poison taking effect. She felt her life slipping away, just as she had ended Mareena's. But it was over now. She had been redeemed.
Ganondorf reached the roof just as the battle had finished, just as Samoora died. She had been his last link to what was. Everything was gone now. Shattered. He did not sob. He vowed. He vowed that he would have his revenge. On all of them. On everyone.
And so it begins.
Mareena sat in her throne room, sprawled across the throne itself. It still bore the scars of the damage inflicted upon it not long ago. She as enjoying herself immensely. There was no one to stand in her way- no one. She had absolute power over the Gerudos. She was queen. She giggled quietly, remembering how easy it had been to seize power. Most of her enemies had taken care of themselves for her. She laughed out loud, the sounds of her merriment echoing through the almost empty chamber. She was the only one there. That left her feeling unsettled- there were no guards. It did not matter; none would dare cross her. She laughed again.
"Sorry to interrupt," came a sudden voice. Mareena's head swiveled around, searching for the source. She saw a figure in the doorway, their face shadowed.
"But we have business to attend to." A second figure stepped into the entranceway.
"Who's there?" she called, reaching for her weapon.
"I think you know perfectly well who I am," the second figure said, stepping into the light.
It was Samoora.
"Hmmph," Mareena grunted with contempt. "So you finally decided to face your fate."
The second figure entered the light, and Mareena recognized her as the girl whose mother she'd killed- Nabooru.
"Well. Come, then. Let us fight."
Mareena raised both her blades, pointing them at an angle away from her. The two others drew their blades and crossed hers, forming two X's.
"May the fates favor the winner- me," said Mareena.
"And may my blade pierce your heart," Samoora finished. Not exactly tradition, but it fit.
And so it began. The fight seemed even at first, Mareena's twin blades holding the others' back. But it quickly became apparent that Mareena was not winning. She was slowly driven out of the throne room, her opponents pressing her towards the back exit. Once into the halls, she turned and fled, trying to find a better spot. Her adversaries gave chase, but the three quickly lost each other in the maze of corridors, their minds to busy to think things out.
Mareena careened around the corners, flying headlong through one door after another, till she found herself on the roof. It was a suitable spot for battle. But right behind her came Nabooru, who had found her way right behind Mareena in a cruel twist of fate. She barely had time to ready herself as the girl charged her, but Nabooru's momentum was her own downfall. Mareena jumped aside, and Nabooru sailed over the edge, attempting to make a jump. She hit the ground at an odd angle, and he leg was crushed. Mareena smiled. One down. She ran to another section, to wait for Samoora.
Samoora came onto the roof and saw that neither of the two were there. She was about go when she heard a low moaning. She looked over the edge and saw Nabooru laying down there.
"Nabooru!" she called to her young friend. "Are you hurt?"
"My leg's broke, but other than that I'm fine!"
Samoora breathed a sigh of relief, but heard movement behind her. She moved just in time to avoid Mareeena's blade, which still slashed her side.
"Almost, but not quite," she said, standing up.
"You forget, Samoora- the strike of a viper is poison." She smiled a smile of triumph. It was a poison-tipped blade. Samoora was enraged. She knew that she was dead now, but she was taking this creature with her.
She fought with new strength, but she could already feel her energy being sapped by the poison. Their blades clanged off one another as they battled up the rooftops, Samoora matching two blades with just one. They reached the highest point on the roof, the desert floor 50 feet below them. They stopped on opposite sides of the platform to take a rest.
"It ends here, Mareena."
"Yes, but not for me."
"As I said before, my blade will pierce your heart."
They charged each other, meeting in the center. Each of Samoora's blows shook Mareena's body, knocking her backwards. Finally, one downward swing missed the blade entirely and cut Mareena's hand clean off. She tried to defend, but could not. The pain was too strong. Samoora's blade thrust forward, and Mareena saw it all.
She saw her whole life. She saw her mother. She saw the man who gave her this hideous scar. She saw the all the crimes she had committed, the lives she had taken. Her whole life flashed before her eyes. And then it ended. The pain stopped. She felt the blade slide between her ribs, but she felt no pain. No pain. It was all slipping away. She stepped backwards, walking away from Samoora, and did not even realize she had stepped over the edge and was falling. It was over.
Samoora collapsed, the poison taking effect. She felt her life slipping away, just as she had ended Mareena's. But it was over now. She had been redeemed.
Ganondorf reached the roof just as the battle had finished, just as Samoora died. She had been his last link to what was. Everything was gone now. Shattered. He did not sob. He vowed. He vowed that he would have his revenge. On all of them. On everyone.
And so it begins.