DISCLAIMER: I do not own Zelda Ocarina of Time. I can wish, and dream and
hope, but I don't. I'm not making ANY money off this. If I was I'd have a
lot more games and Manga and . . . Anyway, this is from Gannondorf's point
of view. In case you'd forgotten. YAOI! Male/Male hints! I shouldn't have
to keep reminding you people. Go read! Why are you still here? SHOO!
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Earlier in the boy's captivity I had gone into the temple and secured a lock of his golden tresses, Old Man Raru had glared daggers at me, and I had put my foot down, Cut Link's hair and I slaughtered all the villagers. He wasn't happy about it but he really had no choice but to comply. Hmm? Oh, the lock of hair? I would have thought it obvious, but the lock of hair provided the link I needed to watch his every move. Using the magic given me by my Triforce piece I melted the hair into the frame of a large mirror, to reflect to me all the movements of this, child in a man's body.
I could feel it when the boy awoke, the evil in the world roiled and writhed like a wounded hound. His aura was a beacon a shining light to all the good. I was sickened, and yet, I was also intrigued. This boy, who was to defeat evil attracted it, he was such a pure shining thing that they all yearned to destroy him. But I? I wished to taint him. To take that light, and dull it till Hyrule's hope shattered. To claim him, prove my superiority. Ah, I digress; it is so easy to do when speaking of him.
The Forest temple; I wasn't even sure he could get there, but he found a way, the masked Sheikan helping him led him to the resting place of the tool he needed. Resting place, How appropriate. The old Grave Keeper was a wily one to take it with him. I thought the Poe sisters would outsmart him, but they failed. I sent a ghost of me to destroy him, yet I had stood in front of that mirror, willing him to avoid being killed. There are times I do not understand myself. That had been one of them. My creation failed and the Forest sage was free. Four minions died that night.
The Fire temple? Ha! With all the Gorons gone he shouldn't have been able to even FIND the temple, let alone free the sage. But my men had missed one; a small child, nothing more, but a child smart enough to know Link would save his people. I cannot say the same for myself. I thought he would fail, I ordered that bitch dragon Volgavia to kill him. And yet again I stood in front of that mirror watching his graceful movements and willing the attacks to fall short. I watched as Volgavia dissolved into a pile of ash, her remains offering up her heart to the young hero. I watched as yet another Sage was freed. Seven Minions died that afternoon.
Well after that the almighty savior of time decided he was going to get a horse from the ranch. I did not interfere that time. Why should I? I had Torment, my faithful steed, and devoted courier. But the greedy ranch keeper Ingo tried to cheat him. I felt like going there myself and castrating the man, then quartering him with his own whipped horses. But, I wanted to see how my rival handled himself when captive. Which, somewhat to my disappointment he managed quite well, leaping over the wall was a stroke of genius. I could have watched him ride across the field forever, but more pressing matters were at hand. That cursed Sheikah woman had been seen with the princess fleeing into the lost woods.
When I got back to the castle from that wild goose chase I didn't even need my heightened senses to tell me something was wrong. The terror in the air was a tangible presence, I saw no servants until I reached my chambers and saw in the mirror, the remains of yet another Monster, this time it was that weakling Morpha. Once she had been a Goddess, now reduced to nothing but little splatters of water on the floor of a now cleansed Temple. The blood of twenty-seven minions decorated my halls that night. Bright red is such a . . . CHEERFUL color, don't you think?
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AN: Well, I hope that was insane enough for you. Sorry for the long wait for the update and I know it's short but my computer is icky.
Earlier in the boy's captivity I had gone into the temple and secured a lock of his golden tresses, Old Man Raru had glared daggers at me, and I had put my foot down, Cut Link's hair and I slaughtered all the villagers. He wasn't happy about it but he really had no choice but to comply. Hmm? Oh, the lock of hair? I would have thought it obvious, but the lock of hair provided the link I needed to watch his every move. Using the magic given me by my Triforce piece I melted the hair into the frame of a large mirror, to reflect to me all the movements of this, child in a man's body.
I could feel it when the boy awoke, the evil in the world roiled and writhed like a wounded hound. His aura was a beacon a shining light to all the good. I was sickened, and yet, I was also intrigued. This boy, who was to defeat evil attracted it, he was such a pure shining thing that they all yearned to destroy him. But I? I wished to taint him. To take that light, and dull it till Hyrule's hope shattered. To claim him, prove my superiority. Ah, I digress; it is so easy to do when speaking of him.
The Forest temple; I wasn't even sure he could get there, but he found a way, the masked Sheikan helping him led him to the resting place of the tool he needed. Resting place, How appropriate. The old Grave Keeper was a wily one to take it with him. I thought the Poe sisters would outsmart him, but they failed. I sent a ghost of me to destroy him, yet I had stood in front of that mirror, willing him to avoid being killed. There are times I do not understand myself. That had been one of them. My creation failed and the Forest sage was free. Four minions died that night.
The Fire temple? Ha! With all the Gorons gone he shouldn't have been able to even FIND the temple, let alone free the sage. But my men had missed one; a small child, nothing more, but a child smart enough to know Link would save his people. I cannot say the same for myself. I thought he would fail, I ordered that bitch dragon Volgavia to kill him. And yet again I stood in front of that mirror watching his graceful movements and willing the attacks to fall short. I watched as Volgavia dissolved into a pile of ash, her remains offering up her heart to the young hero. I watched as yet another Sage was freed. Seven Minions died that afternoon.
Well after that the almighty savior of time decided he was going to get a horse from the ranch. I did not interfere that time. Why should I? I had Torment, my faithful steed, and devoted courier. But the greedy ranch keeper Ingo tried to cheat him. I felt like going there myself and castrating the man, then quartering him with his own whipped horses. But, I wanted to see how my rival handled himself when captive. Which, somewhat to my disappointment he managed quite well, leaping over the wall was a stroke of genius. I could have watched him ride across the field forever, but more pressing matters were at hand. That cursed Sheikah woman had been seen with the princess fleeing into the lost woods.
When I got back to the castle from that wild goose chase I didn't even need my heightened senses to tell me something was wrong. The terror in the air was a tangible presence, I saw no servants until I reached my chambers and saw in the mirror, the remains of yet another Monster, this time it was that weakling Morpha. Once she had been a Goddess, now reduced to nothing but little splatters of water on the floor of a now cleansed Temple. The blood of twenty-seven minions decorated my halls that night. Bright red is such a . . . CHEERFUL color, don't you think?
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AN: Well, I hope that was insane enough for you. Sorry for the long wait for the update and I know it's short but my computer is icky.