Ganondorf just sat in his
enprisonment. He could get out, somehow. He had to do
escape. No way would he be able to see the morning light.
Losing grip of reality, Ganondorf allowed himself to fall into a deep
slumber. His eyes closed, but yet they saw something marvelous.
Atop a pyramid made of golden brick, a beautiful golden artifact hung suspended in the air. The light was as pure gold, shining upon the rocks and waters, giving it such a glorious awe for an appearance. Focusing on the Triforce, the dream moved closer. In each piece of the Triforce, a silouette of a direct Hylian descendant. The race was thought to mingled with the others, but a select few still held its full bloodline. At the top section, there appeared to be a young elf, wearing a tunic. In the bottom-left a princess-like figure could be seen. On the bottom-right, an elf unvieled itself, only this elf looked like one of the Gerudo. Then, unlike before, the eyes all opened at once. The tunic wearer and princess both had blue eyes, but the Gerudo held something frightening and more powerful. His eyes were a deep green much like Ganondorf's own. The closer he looked, the more Ganondorf noticed they held another secret; they were sparkled with gold. He understood that man had to be himself.
Just as he realized this, the other two turned against him. The other male turned to raise his sword and the female started to use some sort of magic. He managed to ward off both blows with his black arts, but, before he could do anything else, he awoke.
Ganondorf jolted off of the cot in the corner of his cell. A cold sweat could be found traveling its way down his face. He had experience the same dream some nights before, but never in this magnitude. It always ended before he saw anything on the Triforce. It was funny how he knew what it looked like as no mortal had ever seen the beauty thereof. He opened his eyes at long last to view that the guard at the door to his cell was no longer at his post. Voices could be heard in the distance that was up the stairs. One of the two sounded like Moor. The other was profoundly female. Ganondorf sat in silence, hoping to see a way of escape in the chatter. Before he heard two more frases, Moor was turning the corner at the bottom of the steps beside his cell. Moor smiled and jiggled the keys at Ganondorf, then quickly unlocked the door and threw it open, allowing it clang against the bars that it was hinged upon.
"Ganondorf, come quickly!" Moor yelled in a whispering tone.
Ganondorf, using the brains naturally given to him, saw his chance to escape, however it had come about. Without hesitation, he jumped off the cot and ran through the doorway of his cell. Following his knowledge of how he was previously led, he turned right and ran up the set of stairs. Moor skipped ahead of Ganondorf and jumped up a wall, onto a thin ledge. After aiding Ganondorf in his ascension, Moor led him through the twisted path. The two companions scurried the wall over many a dozen soldiers' heads. When they reached the door leading to the main floor of the castle, they dropped down and climbed the stairs behind the door. Back in one of the halls, Moor led Ganondorf to a room in the back of the castle. Princess Rose awaited next to the window seal.
"Here, go out this window! Your horse is tied up in the stable around the right side. Please, hurry!" She ordered.
Ganondorf was too caught up in her to head her words. It wasn't until Moor through him out the window that he complied. He quickly picked himself up, and the two of them sprinted for the mentioned stable. Moor, who was faster, Shoulder rammed the doors to ensure their opening. Mounting the first horse available, Moor was waiting for Ganondorf, watching for soldiers. Ganondorf found his steed in the rear. As soon as Moor saw Ganon, he took off towards the Gerudo village. Ganondorf had another thing in mind.
"Moor!" Ganondorf yelled over the banging hooves. "We are not going home! We are going into the Lost Woods! Follow me!"
"Yes, sire!" came Moor's answer as he settled in to trail behind Ganondorf. The two men changed direction and headed for the Lost Woods.
Ganondorf hadn't taken anyone else to his secret place. He wasn't sure he wanted Moor to see his keepsake hideaway. His horse had not seen it either. There was no other option in Ganondorf's mind. It was the only place they two would be safe. Their steeds jumped over fallen trees, logs, and large brush. In a matter of minutes, they had made it safely to the corner of Lost Woods that touched Death Mountain.
"What is this place, Ganondorf?" Moor asked.
Ganondorf tied his horse to a neighboring tree and flopped down under the same tree he had sat under less than a day before. "It's my hideout. Well, our hideout, Moor."
"Rest, Ganondorf. We can talk in the morning," Moor spoke as he laid in the hammock. Under the crescent moon and the shining stars, the two comrades fell asleep on opposite sides of the large tree.
Atop a pyramid made of golden brick, a beautiful golden artifact hung suspended in the air. The light was as pure gold, shining upon the rocks and waters, giving it such a glorious awe for an appearance. Focusing on the Triforce, the dream moved closer. In each piece of the Triforce, a silouette of a direct Hylian descendant. The race was thought to mingled with the others, but a select few still held its full bloodline. At the top section, there appeared to be a young elf, wearing a tunic. In the bottom-left a princess-like figure could be seen. On the bottom-right, an elf unvieled itself, only this elf looked like one of the Gerudo. Then, unlike before, the eyes all opened at once. The tunic wearer and princess both had blue eyes, but the Gerudo held something frightening and more powerful. His eyes were a deep green much like Ganondorf's own. The closer he looked, the more Ganondorf noticed they held another secret; they were sparkled with gold. He understood that man had to be himself.
Just as he realized this, the other two turned against him. The other male turned to raise his sword and the female started to use some sort of magic. He managed to ward off both blows with his black arts, but, before he could do anything else, he awoke.
Ganondorf jolted off of the cot in the corner of his cell. A cold sweat could be found traveling its way down his face. He had experience the same dream some nights before, but never in this magnitude. It always ended before he saw anything on the Triforce. It was funny how he knew what it looked like as no mortal had ever seen the beauty thereof. He opened his eyes at long last to view that the guard at the door to his cell was no longer at his post. Voices could be heard in the distance that was up the stairs. One of the two sounded like Moor. The other was profoundly female. Ganondorf sat in silence, hoping to see a way of escape in the chatter. Before he heard two more frases, Moor was turning the corner at the bottom of the steps beside his cell. Moor smiled and jiggled the keys at Ganondorf, then quickly unlocked the door and threw it open, allowing it clang against the bars that it was hinged upon.
"Ganondorf, come quickly!" Moor yelled in a whispering tone.
Ganondorf, using the brains naturally given to him, saw his chance to escape, however it had come about. Without hesitation, he jumped off the cot and ran through the doorway of his cell. Following his knowledge of how he was previously led, he turned right and ran up the set of stairs. Moor skipped ahead of Ganondorf and jumped up a wall, onto a thin ledge. After aiding Ganondorf in his ascension, Moor led him through the twisted path. The two companions scurried the wall over many a dozen soldiers' heads. When they reached the door leading to the main floor of the castle, they dropped down and climbed the stairs behind the door. Back in one of the halls, Moor led Ganondorf to a room in the back of the castle. Princess Rose awaited next to the window seal.
"Here, go out this window! Your horse is tied up in the stable around the right side. Please, hurry!" She ordered.
Ganondorf was too caught up in her to head her words. It wasn't until Moor through him out the window that he complied. He quickly picked himself up, and the two of them sprinted for the mentioned stable. Moor, who was faster, Shoulder rammed the doors to ensure their opening. Mounting the first horse available, Moor was waiting for Ganondorf, watching for soldiers. Ganondorf found his steed in the rear. As soon as Moor saw Ganon, he took off towards the Gerudo village. Ganondorf had another thing in mind.
"Moor!" Ganondorf yelled over the banging hooves. "We are not going home! We are going into the Lost Woods! Follow me!"
"Yes, sire!" came Moor's answer as he settled in to trail behind Ganondorf. The two men changed direction and headed for the Lost Woods.
Ganondorf hadn't taken anyone else to his secret place. He wasn't sure he wanted Moor to see his keepsake hideaway. His horse had not seen it either. There was no other option in Ganondorf's mind. It was the only place they two would be safe. Their steeds jumped over fallen trees, logs, and large brush. In a matter of minutes, they had made it safely to the corner of Lost Woods that touched Death Mountain.
"What is this place, Ganondorf?" Moor asked.
Ganondorf tied his horse to a neighboring tree and flopped down under the same tree he had sat under less than a day before. "It's my hideout. Well, our hideout, Moor."
"Rest, Ganondorf. We can talk in the morning," Moor spoke as he laid in the hammock. Under the crescent moon and the shining stars, the two comrades fell asleep on opposite sides of the large tree.