~It wasn't like I cared about the lives of the Hylian's or the Gerudo, but
for some reason, I couldn't kill this one. Sighting, I put away my blade
and then growled menacingly. The Hylian Guard. . .no. . .the Hylian Boy
shivered at my feet, his helmet slipping clumsily over his eyes.
Pathetic.
"Get up." Why kill someone who has barely begun life? The boy staggered to his feet and then looked at me, at my blade, at his own blood. I smirked and pointed said blade at him, motioning to his wallet and weapons. "Drop 'em all. . .and then get out of my sight. Don't make me kill you."
He need not be told twice.
When he had gone, I searched in my satchel for a piece of parchment and a quill. So far so good. One Gerudo dead, weapons and silk obtained. Two Goron's dead, their thick rock hides providing the material for a shield. A Zora, skinned, cooked, blades removed and made into poison darts.
I scribbled for a moment and then sighed. A Hylian. I needed a dead Hylian. I looked at the three bottles of different coloured blood. Gerudo red, Goron magma, and Zora green. All I needed was the pale smooth red of a Hylian.
The boy had gotten away lightly. . .~
Ganondorf sat quietly, his eyes focused on something beyond the sight of the Hylian's in the vast room. Daphnes Nohansen Hyrule sat opposite him, eyes narrowed, one hand stroking the velvet chair he was sat in.
"A Gerudo's death, King Dragmire, is of no concern for the Hylian's." The King of Hyrule spoke in a voice that seemed to tire of his guest, yet remain wary of him at all times, "Why are we now involved? We Hylian's. . .we have no worries on this day. The sun is shining and warm on our skin, the breeze is soft and gentle on our ears, and there are no reported murders, disappearances. . .well, you get the point."
The King of Evil looked directly at the smaller male Hylian in front of him and then his eyes were once again directed to the unknown entity. "Daphnes. . ." His Gerudo accent was heavy and slow with sorrow, changing his speech from Gerudo to Hylian language, "I respect you as the King of Hyrule, but you are unaware of the severity of this. . ." He struggled for the word and then murmured, "Situation."
"You would do well to explain then. Although it is my royal duty to ensure peace between our races, I cannot help but stress that you are a stranger to Hyrule Castle. My guards are wary and very much on edge, my daughter refuses to come out of her room until your presence disappears, and I myself am very much aware of the danger I am in sitting here with you." The King thought himself as being harsh, but fair. A little off from the truth.
The Gerudo stood, his gaze now burning directly into the King's eyes, his huge hulking height taller than that of any Hylian in the world. "King Hyrule, you misunderstand me. I am not asking you to get involved with my daughter's death. . .I am merely requesting that you tell me why you did it."
The words cut like a knife into the heart of the King of Hyrule.
"W-what?" Lost for words. . .at a loss of what to say. . .his Hylian pride gone in a flash.
"You heard me." The accent was lined with the tone of hatred and growing anger, "I think I speak for all Gerudo when I say that it is only natural for me to accuse a Hylian of a Gerudo Princess' murder. And I speak for my own flesh and blood when I say that I am assuming this is a Hylian attempt at War."
Silence. . .and then, "How. . .dare you!?!" The small King stood, his eyes ablaze with fury. "You have some nerve coming in here and then accusing Hylian's of killing your daughter, but you must be either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid to come in here and directly accuse me of murder! If you haven't noticed, I am unable to hold a sword steady with my age, and have not the heart of a killer!"
"That's not the way your father tells it." Ganondorf's words were having the desired effect. Daphnes stood mute for a second and then stammered softly, "What did you say? My. . .my father?"
Ganondorf nodded. "He is here. He is always here. He stands here day after day, night after night, his soul remaining here rather than at rest in the Sacred Plain. His dull lifeless eyes watch his family grow, and his lips move in a frenzied manner to try and prevent you from making rash decisions."
There was another eerie moment of silence and then Ganondorf nodded as if in obedience. "However, he says you did not kill my daughter. Therefore, I am inclined to believe him. He is – rather was – an honest man."
"Get. . .out!" The King stood tall and then trembled before the Gerudo Thief.
Just as Ganondorf opened his mouth to reply, a young frenzied soldier came bursting into the grand hall and fell immediately to sobbing at the King's feet, his blood now dry on his armour.
"My lord!" He cried, barely noticing the presence of the ten-foot Gerudo, "A killer is loose in Hyrule! I nearly died, but she spared me!"
"She?" Ganondorf's ears pricked, his eyes narrowed.
The guard turned to Ganondorf, showing no fear towards the King of Evil, but rather at the thing he had seen. "Yes! Yes, my Lord Dragmire! She! She's crazy! She attacked me at the Gate Pass! My partner was only gone for a second and then she jumped down and fought me with such terrible speed and skill! She wore silk, much like that of the Gerudo, (Ganondorf twitched) and she carried a shield that could not be scratched, thicker than a Goron's shell! Her face was hidden behind cloth bandages, like a Shiekah, and her speed could outmatch even the nimblest of Zoras!"
"What happened then?" The guard had the full attention of the King of Thieves, and for the first time since he had been at the castle, Ganondorf listened intently – the Guard eager to continue.
"Well, she then pierced my armour, my mythril armour, with small darts that cut into my flesh and wouldn't come out! As she were about to deliver the final blow, she suddenly asked me to drop my weapons and my wallet and then run! I had to! My mother is sick, you see, so I need to stay alive - " "- No need to say anymore, you poor man, I understand." Ganondorf was now knelt down beside the man, one hand over the areas where the darts had penetrated deep.
"I will heal you." He murmured, moving his hands over the boy, neatly pulling out the darts as the Hylian fell into a trance, the wounds knitting themselves together. When he was finished, he stood once more and then smiled. "It would seem that the killer of my daughter is here in the town, and is, in fact, female." He pulled his cloak around him. "As a favour to your father and your bloodline, I shall go to Death Mountain and then Zora Lake to see if there is any turmoil there."
"Y-yes." The King of Hyrule was shaken by the news, as well as Ganondorf's words, now knelt by the Guard's side as he slept peacefully in the magic induced sleep, "You do that."
After Ganondorf had left, Daphnes turned to one of his guards and then barked, "Get me the Hero of Time. . .NOW!"
"Get up." Why kill someone who has barely begun life? The boy staggered to his feet and then looked at me, at my blade, at his own blood. I smirked and pointed said blade at him, motioning to his wallet and weapons. "Drop 'em all. . .and then get out of my sight. Don't make me kill you."
He need not be told twice.
When he had gone, I searched in my satchel for a piece of parchment and a quill. So far so good. One Gerudo dead, weapons and silk obtained. Two Goron's dead, their thick rock hides providing the material for a shield. A Zora, skinned, cooked, blades removed and made into poison darts.
I scribbled for a moment and then sighed. A Hylian. I needed a dead Hylian. I looked at the three bottles of different coloured blood. Gerudo red, Goron magma, and Zora green. All I needed was the pale smooth red of a Hylian.
The boy had gotten away lightly. . .~
Ganondorf sat quietly, his eyes focused on something beyond the sight of the Hylian's in the vast room. Daphnes Nohansen Hyrule sat opposite him, eyes narrowed, one hand stroking the velvet chair he was sat in.
"A Gerudo's death, King Dragmire, is of no concern for the Hylian's." The King of Hyrule spoke in a voice that seemed to tire of his guest, yet remain wary of him at all times, "Why are we now involved? We Hylian's. . .we have no worries on this day. The sun is shining and warm on our skin, the breeze is soft and gentle on our ears, and there are no reported murders, disappearances. . .well, you get the point."
The King of Evil looked directly at the smaller male Hylian in front of him and then his eyes were once again directed to the unknown entity. "Daphnes. . ." His Gerudo accent was heavy and slow with sorrow, changing his speech from Gerudo to Hylian language, "I respect you as the King of Hyrule, but you are unaware of the severity of this. . ." He struggled for the word and then murmured, "Situation."
"You would do well to explain then. Although it is my royal duty to ensure peace between our races, I cannot help but stress that you are a stranger to Hyrule Castle. My guards are wary and very much on edge, my daughter refuses to come out of her room until your presence disappears, and I myself am very much aware of the danger I am in sitting here with you." The King thought himself as being harsh, but fair. A little off from the truth.
The Gerudo stood, his gaze now burning directly into the King's eyes, his huge hulking height taller than that of any Hylian in the world. "King Hyrule, you misunderstand me. I am not asking you to get involved with my daughter's death. . .I am merely requesting that you tell me why you did it."
The words cut like a knife into the heart of the King of Hyrule.
"W-what?" Lost for words. . .at a loss of what to say. . .his Hylian pride gone in a flash.
"You heard me." The accent was lined with the tone of hatred and growing anger, "I think I speak for all Gerudo when I say that it is only natural for me to accuse a Hylian of a Gerudo Princess' murder. And I speak for my own flesh and blood when I say that I am assuming this is a Hylian attempt at War."
Silence. . .and then, "How. . .dare you!?!" The small King stood, his eyes ablaze with fury. "You have some nerve coming in here and then accusing Hylian's of killing your daughter, but you must be either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid to come in here and directly accuse me of murder! If you haven't noticed, I am unable to hold a sword steady with my age, and have not the heart of a killer!"
"That's not the way your father tells it." Ganondorf's words were having the desired effect. Daphnes stood mute for a second and then stammered softly, "What did you say? My. . .my father?"
Ganondorf nodded. "He is here. He is always here. He stands here day after day, night after night, his soul remaining here rather than at rest in the Sacred Plain. His dull lifeless eyes watch his family grow, and his lips move in a frenzied manner to try and prevent you from making rash decisions."
There was another eerie moment of silence and then Ganondorf nodded as if in obedience. "However, he says you did not kill my daughter. Therefore, I am inclined to believe him. He is – rather was – an honest man."
"Get. . .out!" The King stood tall and then trembled before the Gerudo Thief.
Just as Ganondorf opened his mouth to reply, a young frenzied soldier came bursting into the grand hall and fell immediately to sobbing at the King's feet, his blood now dry on his armour.
"My lord!" He cried, barely noticing the presence of the ten-foot Gerudo, "A killer is loose in Hyrule! I nearly died, but she spared me!"
"She?" Ganondorf's ears pricked, his eyes narrowed.
The guard turned to Ganondorf, showing no fear towards the King of Evil, but rather at the thing he had seen. "Yes! Yes, my Lord Dragmire! She! She's crazy! She attacked me at the Gate Pass! My partner was only gone for a second and then she jumped down and fought me with such terrible speed and skill! She wore silk, much like that of the Gerudo, (Ganondorf twitched) and she carried a shield that could not be scratched, thicker than a Goron's shell! Her face was hidden behind cloth bandages, like a Shiekah, and her speed could outmatch even the nimblest of Zoras!"
"What happened then?" The guard had the full attention of the King of Thieves, and for the first time since he had been at the castle, Ganondorf listened intently – the Guard eager to continue.
"Well, she then pierced my armour, my mythril armour, with small darts that cut into my flesh and wouldn't come out! As she were about to deliver the final blow, she suddenly asked me to drop my weapons and my wallet and then run! I had to! My mother is sick, you see, so I need to stay alive - " "- No need to say anymore, you poor man, I understand." Ganondorf was now knelt down beside the man, one hand over the areas where the darts had penetrated deep.
"I will heal you." He murmured, moving his hands over the boy, neatly pulling out the darts as the Hylian fell into a trance, the wounds knitting themselves together. When he was finished, he stood once more and then smiled. "It would seem that the killer of my daughter is here in the town, and is, in fact, female." He pulled his cloak around him. "As a favour to your father and your bloodline, I shall go to Death Mountain and then Zora Lake to see if there is any turmoil there."
"Y-yes." The King of Hyrule was shaken by the news, as well as Ganondorf's words, now knelt by the Guard's side as he slept peacefully in the magic induced sleep, "You do that."
After Ganondorf had left, Daphnes turned to one of his guards and then barked, "Get me the Hero of Time. . .NOW!"