DISCLAIMER: Slash, I do not own Zelda ocarina of time. Third part.
Just a reminder, this is all from Gannondorf's POV.
I stood in the temple the power coursing through my veins as the boy's body went limp, I didn't move a muscle, I just willed the power to catch him, and it did. The Master Sword disintegrated as I watched and formed a protective cocoon around the tiny hero. I snorted, it thought it could stop me? I laid my hand on the glass like surface, ignoring the stinging sensation and pushed my hand through, to prove my point. "You cannot stop me you pathetic excuse for a weapon." If I had cared about my mental state at that point in time I would have wondered at myself for talking to an inanimate object. But just then it mattered little, because I felt it respond, in anger, trying to hurt me. Which was of course impossible at the moment. I carried a piece of the triforce it had been protecting, and without its chosen to wield it, it could not harm me.
Link twisted as if trying to get comfortable. It seemed, that time itself stopped, as I looked down on his face, forehead wrinkled in discomfort. I could have finished him then. Just killed him . . .the sword could not have stopped me if I had chosen to. But I didn't, it didn't seem right somehow, to kill him when he couldn't fight back. I shook myself and removed my arm from the barrier, Torment was waiting for me and there was a kingdom to be conquered. I strode away, but I couldn't help myself, I turned back to face the pedestal. "I will return." Even to my ears the words held an ominous tone. My footsteps, even when muffled by the carpet, sounded loud in the silence that then filled the temple.
I led Torment down the shallow stairs, not wanting to burden him on the cobbles, the streets were now completely empty, but that didn't concern me. What significance did these cowards have? They were nothing. The castle gates were shut and barred against me, I could have laughed. They thought this construction of metal and wood could stop me? When I had the power of the goddesses? I focused on the fabrication. In terms of time the wood would last a mere 60 or 70 years before it rotted, and the metal maybe one thousand before it became a pile of so much dust. In terms of millennia they were hardly there at all. The makeshift barricade crumbled.
I honestly shouldn't bore you with the details; needless to say the crown changed hands. It was quite satisfying, running my sword through the fat worm's gut. Ahh but I said I wouldn't bore you with details, let me see, where to take up my story again . . . perfect! The awakening of the hero. I could feel when he had awoken. He was a holder of a triforce piece after all. It hadn't taken me long to discover that I did not hold all three pieces of the sacred relic, only one, but one that suited me incredibly well. Power, What I had craved from the beginning. The power to turn my people back into the proud race they once were. Not the rag-tag band of thieves despised by all Hyrule. But it wasn't as intoxicating as looking on as the once young boy looked around the former sword chamber, still a little awkward in his larger body. But he quickly adapted. Maybe now he would be more of a challenge. Little did I know, just how MUCH of a challenge he was going to be.
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AN: I know! I'm sorry! I meant to get it out faster but it's HARD writing a slightly sane Gannondorf! Please review and make me happy.
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I stood in the temple the power coursing through my veins as the boy's body went limp, I didn't move a muscle, I just willed the power to catch him, and it did. The Master Sword disintegrated as I watched and formed a protective cocoon around the tiny hero. I snorted, it thought it could stop me? I laid my hand on the glass like surface, ignoring the stinging sensation and pushed my hand through, to prove my point. "You cannot stop me you pathetic excuse for a weapon." If I had cared about my mental state at that point in time I would have wondered at myself for talking to an inanimate object. But just then it mattered little, because I felt it respond, in anger, trying to hurt me. Which was of course impossible at the moment. I carried a piece of the triforce it had been protecting, and without its chosen to wield it, it could not harm me.
Link twisted as if trying to get comfortable. It seemed, that time itself stopped, as I looked down on his face, forehead wrinkled in discomfort. I could have finished him then. Just killed him . . .the sword could not have stopped me if I had chosen to. But I didn't, it didn't seem right somehow, to kill him when he couldn't fight back. I shook myself and removed my arm from the barrier, Torment was waiting for me and there was a kingdom to be conquered. I strode away, but I couldn't help myself, I turned back to face the pedestal. "I will return." Even to my ears the words held an ominous tone. My footsteps, even when muffled by the carpet, sounded loud in the silence that then filled the temple.
I led Torment down the shallow stairs, not wanting to burden him on the cobbles, the streets were now completely empty, but that didn't concern me. What significance did these cowards have? They were nothing. The castle gates were shut and barred against me, I could have laughed. They thought this construction of metal and wood could stop me? When I had the power of the goddesses? I focused on the fabrication. In terms of time the wood would last a mere 60 or 70 years before it rotted, and the metal maybe one thousand before it became a pile of so much dust. In terms of millennia they were hardly there at all. The makeshift barricade crumbled.
I honestly shouldn't bore you with the details; needless to say the crown changed hands. It was quite satisfying, running my sword through the fat worm's gut. Ahh but I said I wouldn't bore you with details, let me see, where to take up my story again . . . perfect! The awakening of the hero. I could feel when he had awoken. He was a holder of a triforce piece after all. It hadn't taken me long to discover that I did not hold all three pieces of the sacred relic, only one, but one that suited me incredibly well. Power, What I had craved from the beginning. The power to turn my people back into the proud race they once were. Not the rag-tag band of thieves despised by all Hyrule. But it wasn't as intoxicating as looking on as the once young boy looked around the former sword chamber, still a little awkward in his larger body. But he quickly adapted. Maybe now he would be more of a challenge. Little did I know, just how MUCH of a challenge he was going to be.
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AN: I know! I'm sorry! I meant to get it out faster but it's HARD writing a slightly sane Gannondorf! Please review and make me happy.
=^_^=