His head felt as hot and barren as Mordor. 'Truly there are certain
benefits in not having a body. Well, I'd better get used to it, it's not
likely to change anytime soon' thought Sauron.
"Shh, he's waking up. Keeta, where's that water? Here, give it to me."
'Who is that? Where am I?' wondered Sauron. "Last thing I can remember was dying. Did someone save me? If so, why? Whatever the reason, I'm alive because of it.'
"Here, drink this" said a feminine voice. Sauron felt a cup pressed against his lips and swallowed its contents thankfully, but slowly, so as not to choke on it. After drinking his fill he opened his eyes. In front of him was a tanned woman, with golden eyes and red hair.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Kiara. Our caravan stumbled upon your body, lying in the desert. If I may be so bold, what shall I address you as my lord?"
Sauron looked up at her and said in the tongue of Mordor, "I am Sauron, Lord of Mordor."
"Kiara winced at the depraved sound of Saurons vile speech, but said "forgive me, I cannot understand what you just said."
Sauron grinned and said in common, "My name is Sauron."
"Well Sauron, you are the first male gerudo that my sisters and I have seen since the fall of Ganondorf. By our law, you are our new king. What is your command?"
Sauron allowed himself an evil grin. "First, I will need more water, and food. Then I want information about your people, surrounding lands, recent occurrences, and military might."
"Yes my lord. It shall be as you command." Kiara motioned for another gerudo to fetch more food, then left to gather the requested information.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Two days after the gerudo's had found Sauron, the caravan was on the move again. Sauron rode in the front, upon a huge black mare. He had looked through the trade goods earlier, and found some undamaged clothing. He now wore loose, baggy, black silk pants, and a black silk shirt, with the red eye of the sheikah on the front. He also wore a black cloak, suspended from two huge shoulder guards. Ahead in the distance, Sauron spotted what appeared to be a purple, cloaked figure. He motioned to one of the gerudo's. "Who or what is that?" he said as he pointed to the figure.
"It is a poe, a spirit cursed by evil and hatred to roam the lands. We had best avoid it" said the woman.
"No," said Sauron, "I am in need of more servants, this 'poe' will make an excellent start."
The gerudo stared questioningly at him. "Sir, poes cannot be tamed. We should avoid it."
"Do you question my judgment?" asked Sauron imperiously.
"No sir, most assuredly not" said the gerudo in a worried tone.
By this time the poe had seen them, and flew towards them, its unholy keening causing many gerudos to cover their ears. Before the poe reached them, Sauron held up his hand, and spoke in a commanding tone, in the language of Mordor, "Be still, I am your master, you will serve me, obey me." To the amazement of the gerudos, the poe stopped short of Sauron, then slowly, bowed to him.
"What magic is this? Not even Ganondorf could completely dominate a poe."
"I must have forgot to mention," said Sauron, "That I have spent centuries strengthening my will, I have one goal above all else, to dominate all life, and NOTHING will stand in my way."
At this, the gerudos within earshot grew pensive, each one wondering if perhaps this time, they had bit off more than they could chew.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Queen Zelda, a man has come demanding to see you, he claims to be the new king of the gerudos."
Zelda bolted upright at this, if there was one thing she disliked, it was gerudos. 'blunt-eared savages,' she thought, 'why can't they leave us more civilized folk alone?' "Show him in," said Zelda, "I suppose we should hear him out."
"As you wish my lady" said the servant, before shuffling off to admit this new king.
Before he reached the doors however, they were flung open, and a figure adorned with full plate mail, embossed with the red eye of the sheikah, stormed into the main hall, flanked on both sides by Iron- Knuckles. In his hands he clutched an evil-looking bastard-sword, with a blackened hilt, and a bluish blade.
"How dare you? This is an outrage, and could be construed as an act of war" shouted an incensed Zelda.
"My apologies," said the armored figure, "my name is Sauron, and I have come here to make a deal."
Zelda's eyes narrowed. "What exactly do you want?"
"I merely come to extend an invitation of hospitality to Link, the hero of time. That is all I ask, surely not so high a price to maintain peace" smiled Sauron.
Inwardly, Zelda grinned, she did not mind ridding herself of the pest, even if it was only temporary. Outwardly, she tried to appear as if unsure. For some reason though, this 'Sauron' seemed to see right through her, his reddish-orange eyes pierced her soul, as if dissecting her, examining what made her tick. She was certain he knew how she really felt about that annoying hero. No matter though, as long as he was willing to take Link out of her hair.
"Very well," she said, "I shall inform Link of these arrangements immediately."
Sauron grinned that double-edged smile of his and said "I look forward to it."
* * * * * * * * * * *
She-Wraith: Well? Whadda ya think? Do you think I portrayed Sauron well? What do you think Sauron wants with Link? I would like to state that I have never liked Zelda, she's very manipulative, and I think of her as a cold, calculating, despot. Reviews will be welcome, flames less so.
"Shh, he's waking up. Keeta, where's that water? Here, give it to me."
'Who is that? Where am I?' wondered Sauron. "Last thing I can remember was dying. Did someone save me? If so, why? Whatever the reason, I'm alive because of it.'
"Here, drink this" said a feminine voice. Sauron felt a cup pressed against his lips and swallowed its contents thankfully, but slowly, so as not to choke on it. After drinking his fill he opened his eyes. In front of him was a tanned woman, with golden eyes and red hair.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Kiara. Our caravan stumbled upon your body, lying in the desert. If I may be so bold, what shall I address you as my lord?"
Sauron looked up at her and said in the tongue of Mordor, "I am Sauron, Lord of Mordor."
"Kiara winced at the depraved sound of Saurons vile speech, but said "forgive me, I cannot understand what you just said."
Sauron grinned and said in common, "My name is Sauron."
"Well Sauron, you are the first male gerudo that my sisters and I have seen since the fall of Ganondorf. By our law, you are our new king. What is your command?"
Sauron allowed himself an evil grin. "First, I will need more water, and food. Then I want information about your people, surrounding lands, recent occurrences, and military might."
"Yes my lord. It shall be as you command." Kiara motioned for another gerudo to fetch more food, then left to gather the requested information.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Two days after the gerudo's had found Sauron, the caravan was on the move again. Sauron rode in the front, upon a huge black mare. He had looked through the trade goods earlier, and found some undamaged clothing. He now wore loose, baggy, black silk pants, and a black silk shirt, with the red eye of the sheikah on the front. He also wore a black cloak, suspended from two huge shoulder guards. Ahead in the distance, Sauron spotted what appeared to be a purple, cloaked figure. He motioned to one of the gerudo's. "Who or what is that?" he said as he pointed to the figure.
"It is a poe, a spirit cursed by evil and hatred to roam the lands. We had best avoid it" said the woman.
"No," said Sauron, "I am in need of more servants, this 'poe' will make an excellent start."
The gerudo stared questioningly at him. "Sir, poes cannot be tamed. We should avoid it."
"Do you question my judgment?" asked Sauron imperiously.
"No sir, most assuredly not" said the gerudo in a worried tone.
By this time the poe had seen them, and flew towards them, its unholy keening causing many gerudos to cover their ears. Before the poe reached them, Sauron held up his hand, and spoke in a commanding tone, in the language of Mordor, "Be still, I am your master, you will serve me, obey me." To the amazement of the gerudos, the poe stopped short of Sauron, then slowly, bowed to him.
"What magic is this? Not even Ganondorf could completely dominate a poe."
"I must have forgot to mention," said Sauron, "That I have spent centuries strengthening my will, I have one goal above all else, to dominate all life, and NOTHING will stand in my way."
At this, the gerudos within earshot grew pensive, each one wondering if perhaps this time, they had bit off more than they could chew.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Queen Zelda, a man has come demanding to see you, he claims to be the new king of the gerudos."
Zelda bolted upright at this, if there was one thing she disliked, it was gerudos. 'blunt-eared savages,' she thought, 'why can't they leave us more civilized folk alone?' "Show him in," said Zelda, "I suppose we should hear him out."
"As you wish my lady" said the servant, before shuffling off to admit this new king.
Before he reached the doors however, they were flung open, and a figure adorned with full plate mail, embossed with the red eye of the sheikah, stormed into the main hall, flanked on both sides by Iron- Knuckles. In his hands he clutched an evil-looking bastard-sword, with a blackened hilt, and a bluish blade.
"How dare you? This is an outrage, and could be construed as an act of war" shouted an incensed Zelda.
"My apologies," said the armored figure, "my name is Sauron, and I have come here to make a deal."
Zelda's eyes narrowed. "What exactly do you want?"
"I merely come to extend an invitation of hospitality to Link, the hero of time. That is all I ask, surely not so high a price to maintain peace" smiled Sauron.
Inwardly, Zelda grinned, she did not mind ridding herself of the pest, even if it was only temporary. Outwardly, she tried to appear as if unsure. For some reason though, this 'Sauron' seemed to see right through her, his reddish-orange eyes pierced her soul, as if dissecting her, examining what made her tick. She was certain he knew how she really felt about that annoying hero. No matter though, as long as he was willing to take Link out of her hair.
"Very well," she said, "I shall inform Link of these arrangements immediately."
Sauron grinned that double-edged smile of his and said "I look forward to it."
* * * * * * * * * * *
She-Wraith: Well? Whadda ya think? Do you think I portrayed Sauron well? What do you think Sauron wants with Link? I would like to state that I have never liked Zelda, she's very manipulative, and I think of her as a cold, calculating, despot. Reviews will be welcome, flames less so.