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The old man was right, he thought, quickly calling up an elementary spell of arcane power. Tis a pity! the tall and muscled man mused. He almost smiled, but that could ruin his growing spell. He would have loved this moment!
White sparks of evil energy blew out from the point of light. It was ready, and so was he. Off his enchanted gauntlets flew the spell, hurled with a taunting grunt. It streaked quickly towards the last standing shield of hope for Hyrule's good people. If only there had been a different way for me to learn, he continued with his thoughts. Metal flashed and the evil spell was returned with a yell. It only took half a moment in the pause of a thought to call up a reflective barrier on his palm to slap back the further energized ball.
Ganondorf allowed himself a small smile. But, no. What had to be taught was too important to trust to a less...serious method. He stopped smiling long enough to block the rebound. The hero in front of him missed with his shining blade. Ganondorf's dark energy flashed around the boy. Not yet a man, even. He boomed out a deep and slow laugh. Almost...almost. But to never even to reach a formal rite of passage? Ahhh, but we cannot mourn, even for one so strong as he. Destiny cannot be stopped. It will not be stopped! Destiny sweeps away those who try!
Peering through a gap in the roof boards, he watched the official matters being discussed with interest--and contempt. Old man, why do you hang on? The lad unconsciously flexed his youthful muscles. Weak, feeble. Your time is up! Let it go, and let my destiny take its course! He remembered his last lesson.
"You think fate chooses you?" she cackled, echoing throughout the empty sandstone chamber. "You think that you must be special because of your birth? Heh he heh!"
"I could kill you where you stand!" whispered another scratchy voice next to his ear. The witch floated around to his front. "You own no birthright!"
"Yes, yes. He he! Yes, think on that!" the first witch jeered at him. She teased further, "Ponder your own fate!"
The two witches leered at him, then spun away in a black magic flash with twin cackles. And so he stood. He maintained his tall posture with pride. Though his muscles began to ache, his only allowed movement was the occasional blink. But he thought, pondered. Eventually, his thoughts stopped wandering and came back to his imposed subject. If there was one thing that the Twinrova had driven into him through their constant lessons, it was that he had great destiny. He was destiny itself. If he were not given his destiny by fate...then...he would have to take it. Of course that was what the old hags were trying to tell him. He allowed himself a smirk. Naboroou would be interested in this latest bit of "wisdom" the Twinrova was attempting to give.
Sunset in the desert. A few women of the proud tribe looked up to notice the daily event. Only one truly enjoyed the beauty, but she was too worried about her friend to dwell on it. The witches had been spotted soaring back towards the deep desert. It must be time to retrieve their student. Witches! The young woman spat. Those of such evil and tainting influence on the Gerudo honor deserved such contempt. Her spittle evaporated quickly in the waning heat.
The old man was right, he thought, quickly calling up an elementary spell of arcane power. Tis a pity! the tall and muscled man mused. He almost smiled, but that could ruin his growing spell. He would have loved this moment!
White sparks of evil energy blew out from the point of light. It was ready, and so was he. Off his enchanted gauntlets flew the spell, hurled with a taunting grunt. It streaked quickly towards the last standing shield of hope for Hyrule's good people. If only there had been a different way for me to learn, he continued with his thoughts. Metal flashed and the evil spell was returned with a yell. It only took half a moment in the pause of a thought to call up a reflective barrier on his palm to slap back the further energized ball.
Ganondorf allowed himself a small smile. But, no. What had to be taught was too important to trust to a less...serious method. He stopped smiling long enough to block the rebound. The hero in front of him missed with his shining blade. Ganondorf's dark energy flashed around the boy. Not yet a man, even. He boomed out a deep and slow laugh. Almost...almost. But to never even to reach a formal rite of passage? Ahhh, but we cannot mourn, even for one so strong as he. Destiny cannot be stopped. It will not be stopped! Destiny sweeps away those who try!
Peering through a gap in the roof boards, he watched the official matters being discussed with interest--and contempt. Old man, why do you hang on? The lad unconsciously flexed his youthful muscles. Weak, feeble. Your time is up! Let it go, and let my destiny take its course! He remembered his last lesson.
"You think fate chooses you?" she cackled, echoing throughout the empty sandstone chamber. "You think that you must be special because of your birth? Heh he heh!"
"I could kill you where you stand!" whispered another scratchy voice next to his ear. The witch floated around to his front. "You own no birthright!"
"Yes, yes. He he! Yes, think on that!" the first witch jeered at him. She teased further, "Ponder your own fate!"
The two witches leered at him, then spun away in a black magic flash with twin cackles. And so he stood. He maintained his tall posture with pride. Though his muscles began to ache, his only allowed movement was the occasional blink. But he thought, pondered. Eventually, his thoughts stopped wandering and came back to his imposed subject. If there was one thing that the Twinrova had driven into him through their constant lessons, it was that he had great destiny. He was destiny itself. If he were not given his destiny by fate...then...he would have to take it. Of course that was what the old hags were trying to tell him. He allowed himself a smirk. Naboroou would be interested in this latest bit of "wisdom" the Twinrova was attempting to give.
Sunset in the desert. A few women of the proud tribe looked up to notice the daily event. Only one truly enjoyed the beauty, but she was too worried about her friend to dwell on it. The witches had been spotted soaring back towards the deep desert. It must be time to retrieve their student. Witches! The young woman spat. Those of such evil and tainting influence on the Gerudo honor deserved such contempt. Her spittle evaporated quickly in the waning heat.