The Legend of Zelda: The Ganondorf chronicles...
Note: This story takes place just before the events in Ocarina of Time, which chronologically was the first game in the series.
Another note: I have rated this story PG, because of the use of blood at many intervals, and the presense of hellish circumstances in chapter 3.
Chapter 3: Journey to the Center of the Underworld
Ganondorf watched in horror as the bolts of pure darkness collided with his body! He felt a slight tingling sensation, and when he looked up, the bolts, and the witches and Nabooru herself were standing still as statues, Nabooru's expression of utter horror frozen on her face!
Ganondorf naturally tried to reach out to Nabooru. To comfort her, to tell her that he was all right, but found that the beams of darkness formed an orb around him, which prevented his escape!
Then, the side of the orb began to tear open like a piece of cloth to reveal, not his previous surroundings, but a mighty field of stars on blackness. Then, without warning, the orb turning itself inside out, shoving him into the blackness which is the void between planes, and there he saw the most spectacular, most wonderful sight he could ever hope to see.
As he gazed around him, he saw that the stars were not stars at all, but rather small glowing glass orbs, with millions of tiny stars, galaxies and solar systems inside them! In every direction, there were orbs of that kind, and it made him fell quite insignificant!
Suddenly, one of the many orbs beckoned to him. Not in the metaphorical sense, it actually spoke to him! He swam through the void to meet it, and grabbed it in his hand. Too late did he realize that it glowed red. A deep blood red.
He found himself on the surface of a torment-infested world, a place of endless torture for the deceased who are evil! Everywhere, flaming geysers spewed forth from the ground, and sitting atop a terrible throne in the deepest pit in that planet was the great evil one himself! He has many names in many worlds, but wherever he is mentioned, it stirs up fear!
Everywhere Ganondorf looked, he saw souls in torment, he tried to close his eyes, but found that his eyelashes, hands, and every other part of his body was invisible, transparent, completely see-through!
It was in that first moment that his innocence was lost.
Three years.
That was how long he had been in this fiery tomb, three years! But, it had seemed like three centuries, as every moment of those years had been spent in the agonizing torment of watching the agonizing torments of others!
How much better Hyrule would have ended up if the witch's spell had brought Ganondorf back before that time, but that was not to be.
For the past three years, there had been nothing but pity, pain, and anguish, but suddenly, all that vanished for Ganondorf! He had adapted. He had gotten used to seeing the physical suffering of others, and to never enduring any himself.
Now he had lost something far greater than his innocence! Now he had lost his soul! He had become callous, uncaring, and vengeful! He had to destroy that which had cost him so much pain when he was "weak." He had to destroy the netherworld!
And he knew just how to do it.
It was three months of work to set up a phantom base in the left side of the netherworld that was resistant to the flame, and three days more before he was ready to leave, but he had finally completed his preparations!
He had slung around his shoulder a earthen pack which was firm enough, and held seven empty bottles, a small pot, a wooden spoon, a makeshift icerod, an unglazed ceramic bowl, a bronze, flame resistant tile, several extra chemicals and/or improvisations on many occasions, and three bottles of a chemical mixture which Gannondorf had tested already on a willing subject, (for, you see, the tests took place inside the fire-retardant building which Ganondorf had constructed, and were far less painful than the depths of the fire pits) a makeshift fire rod, a number of tubes and bottles, and metal restraints, and the best sword he could forge, coated in his special recipe for sharpness and strength. He also carried a longbow made of iron in his left hand, and a quiver of magical arrows was to be seen on his back
The talent of this young man was indeed unerring, as he constructed all of these weapons and items from the materials found in the underworld in less than four months.
Simply being able to pass through the objects and persons of the underworld allowed him to make quick time to the castle of the evil one!
On the way, he saw many horrors, many sights, that would have made you or I curl up in fright and sorrow for the rest of our lives, but he never flinched, never shed a tear. His heart was hardened to the suffering of others. He didn't care any more.
He sailed over Charon, and the river Styx, over the nine circles of the netherworld, over the four horsemen of the apocalypse, awaiting their orders (though they would not get them for many millennia) to go out and annihilate material things, and never did he flinch. Never did he cry. He had cried all the tears that could be cried already, and he would never cry again.
At last he landed at the gates to the fortress of evil, and without hesitating, rose to the throne room.
There are no words in any mortal language to describe the wrath of the king of evil, but once again, it did not hurt him.
The demon guards rushed for him, but were crushed by his arrows, and as the great evil king could not harm him, Ganondorf was fated to win, and the king of all things wicked lay on the floor!
Ganondorf was again at work, setting up a laboratory with impudence directly in the throne room of the evil master, and began tests.
At last, after many minutes, Ganondorf had the formula, he burnt a hole in the roof, fitted the formula made with the wicked monarch's blood into his makeshift icerod and fired it into the sky of the dark realm...
Thousands of tortured souls gazed up at the shards of sickly-colored ice falling from the sky!
As the ice touched the flames, it began to melt into a sickly-looking cream, which spread out, covering the ground, coating everything in sight. A flash so bright it made the sun look like a flashlight beam, and then, nothing.
There were no flames, there was no pain, and a constant flashing and grunting came from the evil king of the demons, who finally gave up, and flung the cream from his body by just thinking about it. Then he turned to Ganondorf, and his voice sounded like the thunder as he spoke.
"What had you done to my realm, mortal man? For the second time in the netherworld, there is relief, but now everything feels it! This I cannot permit! It will take no more than a few seconds to set things back the way they were, with one simple spell."
He raised his hand menacingly, and a dark green aura started to emanate from it!
"Now!" he screamed, "With the exception that he remembers this encounter, let all be as it was before he entered my realm!"
Ganondorf fell in the sand! Nabooru rushed to his side, and the two witches cackled! Slowly, Ganondorf looked himself over, and found himself a foot shorter, with neater clothes, and none of his previous items.
He was also back in the desert, where he had been just a moment ago (or more than three years ago from his perception, but we state it that way, because the witches had messed with time, and when you do that, you can never really count on your own perception, and have to play by time's rules).
"Have a nice rest of the day, little Ganondorf," said Koume. Then Kotake said, "We do hope you appreciate the service we've done you!"
"Who are you?" shouted Ganondorf, "Why did you do this?"
"Ah," said both Koume and Kotake in unison, "They've been lying to you, haven't they? The gerudo. All your life!"
And with that, they both vanished, cackling!
Now, new thoughts replaced Ganondorf's usual ones! These new thoughts were "How do they do that? I have to know! I have to have that power too!"
That night, Ganondorf considered his enormous adventure, and wondered about the moments before the grand curing (as he had chose to call it) of the netherworld. He had felt many things as he fired that icerod into the air. He had felt fulfillment, satisfaction, pleasure, and somehow... ...despair?
He had cured the greatest evil of creation for a nonexistent moment, and yet, somehow, after all those years of watching people suffer, had he somehow come to... ...enjoy it?
Five years passed.
Note: This story takes place just before the events in Ocarina of Time, which chronologically was the first game in the series.
Another note: I have rated this story PG, because of the use of blood at many intervals, and the presense of hellish circumstances in chapter 3.
Chapter 3: Journey to the Center of the Underworld
Ganondorf watched in horror as the bolts of pure darkness collided with his body! He felt a slight tingling sensation, and when he looked up, the bolts, and the witches and Nabooru herself were standing still as statues, Nabooru's expression of utter horror frozen on her face!
Ganondorf naturally tried to reach out to Nabooru. To comfort her, to tell her that he was all right, but found that the beams of darkness formed an orb around him, which prevented his escape!
Then, the side of the orb began to tear open like a piece of cloth to reveal, not his previous surroundings, but a mighty field of stars on blackness. Then, without warning, the orb turning itself inside out, shoving him into the blackness which is the void between planes, and there he saw the most spectacular, most wonderful sight he could ever hope to see.
As he gazed around him, he saw that the stars were not stars at all, but rather small glowing glass orbs, with millions of tiny stars, galaxies and solar systems inside them! In every direction, there were orbs of that kind, and it made him fell quite insignificant!
Suddenly, one of the many orbs beckoned to him. Not in the metaphorical sense, it actually spoke to him! He swam through the void to meet it, and grabbed it in his hand. Too late did he realize that it glowed red. A deep blood red.
He found himself on the surface of a torment-infested world, a place of endless torture for the deceased who are evil! Everywhere, flaming geysers spewed forth from the ground, and sitting atop a terrible throne in the deepest pit in that planet was the great evil one himself! He has many names in many worlds, but wherever he is mentioned, it stirs up fear!
Everywhere Ganondorf looked, he saw souls in torment, he tried to close his eyes, but found that his eyelashes, hands, and every other part of his body was invisible, transparent, completely see-through!
It was in that first moment that his innocence was lost.
Three years.
That was how long he had been in this fiery tomb, three years! But, it had seemed like three centuries, as every moment of those years had been spent in the agonizing torment of watching the agonizing torments of others!
How much better Hyrule would have ended up if the witch's spell had brought Ganondorf back before that time, but that was not to be.
For the past three years, there had been nothing but pity, pain, and anguish, but suddenly, all that vanished for Ganondorf! He had adapted. He had gotten used to seeing the physical suffering of others, and to never enduring any himself.
Now he had lost something far greater than his innocence! Now he had lost his soul! He had become callous, uncaring, and vengeful! He had to destroy that which had cost him so much pain when he was "weak." He had to destroy the netherworld!
And he knew just how to do it.
It was three months of work to set up a phantom base in the left side of the netherworld that was resistant to the flame, and three days more before he was ready to leave, but he had finally completed his preparations!
He had slung around his shoulder a earthen pack which was firm enough, and held seven empty bottles, a small pot, a wooden spoon, a makeshift icerod, an unglazed ceramic bowl, a bronze, flame resistant tile, several extra chemicals and/or improvisations on many occasions, and three bottles of a chemical mixture which Gannondorf had tested already on a willing subject, (for, you see, the tests took place inside the fire-retardant building which Ganondorf had constructed, and were far less painful than the depths of the fire pits) a makeshift fire rod, a number of tubes and bottles, and metal restraints, and the best sword he could forge, coated in his special recipe for sharpness and strength. He also carried a longbow made of iron in his left hand, and a quiver of magical arrows was to be seen on his back
The talent of this young man was indeed unerring, as he constructed all of these weapons and items from the materials found in the underworld in less than four months.
Simply being able to pass through the objects and persons of the underworld allowed him to make quick time to the castle of the evil one!
On the way, he saw many horrors, many sights, that would have made you or I curl up in fright and sorrow for the rest of our lives, but he never flinched, never shed a tear. His heart was hardened to the suffering of others. He didn't care any more.
He sailed over Charon, and the river Styx, over the nine circles of the netherworld, over the four horsemen of the apocalypse, awaiting their orders (though they would not get them for many millennia) to go out and annihilate material things, and never did he flinch. Never did he cry. He had cried all the tears that could be cried already, and he would never cry again.
At last he landed at the gates to the fortress of evil, and without hesitating, rose to the throne room.
There are no words in any mortal language to describe the wrath of the king of evil, but once again, it did not hurt him.
The demon guards rushed for him, but were crushed by his arrows, and as the great evil king could not harm him, Ganondorf was fated to win, and the king of all things wicked lay on the floor!
Ganondorf was again at work, setting up a laboratory with impudence directly in the throne room of the evil master, and began tests.
At last, after many minutes, Ganondorf had the formula, he burnt a hole in the roof, fitted the formula made with the wicked monarch's blood into his makeshift icerod and fired it into the sky of the dark realm...
Thousands of tortured souls gazed up at the shards of sickly-colored ice falling from the sky!
As the ice touched the flames, it began to melt into a sickly-looking cream, which spread out, covering the ground, coating everything in sight. A flash so bright it made the sun look like a flashlight beam, and then, nothing.
There were no flames, there was no pain, and a constant flashing and grunting came from the evil king of the demons, who finally gave up, and flung the cream from his body by just thinking about it. Then he turned to Ganondorf, and his voice sounded like the thunder as he spoke.
"What had you done to my realm, mortal man? For the second time in the netherworld, there is relief, but now everything feels it! This I cannot permit! It will take no more than a few seconds to set things back the way they were, with one simple spell."
He raised his hand menacingly, and a dark green aura started to emanate from it!
"Now!" he screamed, "With the exception that he remembers this encounter, let all be as it was before he entered my realm!"
Ganondorf fell in the sand! Nabooru rushed to his side, and the two witches cackled! Slowly, Ganondorf looked himself over, and found himself a foot shorter, with neater clothes, and none of his previous items.
He was also back in the desert, where he had been just a moment ago (or more than three years ago from his perception, but we state it that way, because the witches had messed with time, and when you do that, you can never really count on your own perception, and have to play by time's rules).
"Have a nice rest of the day, little Ganondorf," said Koume. Then Kotake said, "We do hope you appreciate the service we've done you!"
"Who are you?" shouted Ganondorf, "Why did you do this?"
"Ah," said both Koume and Kotake in unison, "They've been lying to you, haven't they? The gerudo. All your life!"
And with that, they both vanished, cackling!
Now, new thoughts replaced Ganondorf's usual ones! These new thoughts were "How do they do that? I have to know! I have to have that power too!"
That night, Ganondorf considered his enormous adventure, and wondered about the moments before the grand curing (as he had chose to call it) of the netherworld. He had felt many things as he fired that icerod into the air. He had felt fulfillment, satisfaction, pleasure, and somehow... ...despair?
He had cured the greatest evil of creation for a nonexistent moment, and yet, somehow, after all those years of watching people suffer, had he somehow come to... ...enjoy it?
Five years passed.
