Chapter 3
Ganondorf had developed a bout of nervousness the next morning. The day started bright and cheerful; if mocking his character.
What had happened to Mia?
It was the first time that he had properly thought about her, but it was at the worst time. He didn't know how many of the medallions Link had gotten, or how far he had progressed, and Mia was acting weird.
She couldn't be helping him in anyway, could she? Of course not, she didn't know any more than he did. But she knew how to get access to the castle, even when he had put the barriers to the highest security.
He was in trouble. He decided to ask the person who had stayed longest with her that day.
Sho. Someone else he had spent little time with. Why must people be so dependent on each other, he thought. Just give someone a little bit of neglect and they're plotting against you.
He swept up to his room, and knocked harshly upon it. How could a kid plot against him, anyway(dramatic irony there, it's delicious )?
Sho looked nervous himself, as he had noticed Mia's disappearance. Ganondorf gave him a stare so penentrating, as if to read his mind.
"Did Mia, your mother, tell you anything about where she was about to go? You have to tell me Sho, this is important." Ganondorf's voice was quiet but indeed firm.
Sho shook his head quickly, the look his father gave him had made him speechless.
Ganondorf's hands descended on Sho's shoulders, and tightened the grip like a pair of tongs, the fire clearly evident in his eyes.
"Tell me, Sho, or it could ruin both of our lives. That, scoundrel of a Hero, he could bring this castle down on our heads. He relies on handouts, my son, and Mia could provide the last piece to the puzzle. Do you want us all to die?"
"I'm...telling you, I don't know.." Sho stuttered, stung by what his father had said. Why did he have to be pushed into his affair? He had done nothing wrong.
All this talk of death, and evil. Which side was he on? He never knew, and, from what his father had said, would probably not live that long to find out.
Why was life so hard, especially for the innocent?
Ganondorf had developed a bout of nervousness the next morning. The day started bright and cheerful; if mocking his character.
What had happened to Mia?
It was the first time that he had properly thought about her, but it was at the worst time. He didn't know how many of the medallions Link had gotten, or how far he had progressed, and Mia was acting weird.
She couldn't be helping him in anyway, could she? Of course not, she didn't know any more than he did. But she knew how to get access to the castle, even when he had put the barriers to the highest security.
He was in trouble. He decided to ask the person who had stayed longest with her that day.
Sho. Someone else he had spent little time with. Why must people be so dependent on each other, he thought. Just give someone a little bit of neglect and they're plotting against you.
He swept up to his room, and knocked harshly upon it. How could a kid plot against him, anyway(dramatic irony there, it's delicious )?
Sho looked nervous himself, as he had noticed Mia's disappearance. Ganondorf gave him a stare so penentrating, as if to read his mind.
"Did Mia, your mother, tell you anything about where she was about to go? You have to tell me Sho, this is important." Ganondorf's voice was quiet but indeed firm.
Sho shook his head quickly, the look his father gave him had made him speechless.
Ganondorf's hands descended on Sho's shoulders, and tightened the grip like a pair of tongs, the fire clearly evident in his eyes.
"Tell me, Sho, or it could ruin both of our lives. That, scoundrel of a Hero, he could bring this castle down on our heads. He relies on handouts, my son, and Mia could provide the last piece to the puzzle. Do you want us all to die?"
"I'm...telling you, I don't know.." Sho stuttered, stung by what his father had said. Why did he have to be pushed into his affair? He had done nothing wrong.
All this talk of death, and evil. Which side was he on? He never knew, and, from what his father had said, would probably not live that long to find out.
Why was life so hard, especially for the innocent?
