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Ganondorf smiled. Predictable fool. Purple smoke collected around his fist as he filled it with foul scorcerous magic. His back was still to the new comer when he spoke. "And so we meet again. You wish another battle?"
He turned slowly. "And so you come riding on your horse to fight me. Well I remember you, and I know how you fight, and you are without your precious Master Sword now. You will die."
He was now facing the newcomer, but his eyes had closed out of anticipation, "But not before I have a little fun..."
His eyes flew open, "PREPARE TO FEEL PAIN LI- Who the hell are you?!"
And the story continues...
Chapter 7
Ganondorf eyed the newcomer. He was that fool of a boy that had freed him from that accursed sacred realm. He smiled. He did not like this one, and he would serve as a nice warm-up to his final battle with the 'hero of time'. He was glad he would have the chance to exact his revenge on the idiot who had not only stolen his best chance at taking the tri-force part from Zelda, but had also got muddy hoof prints on his only cape.
The blue haired intruder trotted his horse into the temple, his sword glowing brighter with every inch he came closer to Ganondorf. His expression was not that of fear. Not that of even anger. Marth had come for one reason. Not to hate, or to be afraid. He had come to end this particular form of evil any way he could. Such a duty was above anger or fear. But it was one he carried out willingly.
He dismounted his horse. Even though the extra height would have given him and advantage, he had always believed in honour, even against evil. Facing Ganondorf mounted was unfair in his mind, and therefore not honourable. It did occur to him that Ganon was far stronger than him, and had more tricks up his sleeve than gambling conjurer, but still, he did not feel as though it would be fair.
Ganondorf smiled as the fool gave up the one thing that could have made this a fair fight. He drew his large, vicious sword, which fanned out at the end. The purple smoke that was on his hand ran up the blade, coiling around it a like a snake, imbuing it with the same power that he used to make his scorcerous blasts. This would either be quick, or he would toy with the boy. Both probable outcomes suited him.
Marth pushed his horse away, which trotted off to wait quietly in the corner of the temple. He would have gone outside, but it was pissing it down. There were two ways this could go in his mind. One, the blue haired one killed the scary looking big guy with all the special effects on his sword, which meant he would get a load of sugar lumps. Or, and the horse thought this would be more probable, the pip squeak would become an interesting smear on the floor, which meant no more scampering around in the wilderness. Both outcomes suited him.
They stood there for a while, each one waiting for the other to make the first move.
And waiting.
Waiting.
Marth took one step closer to Ganondorf. And all hell broke loose.
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Link watched the fight, perched in an opening left by an exploded window. It was quite impressive really, watching both participants waste the special effects budget of several movies on each other. He was fairly impressed by the Marth's persistence. He winced as the blue haired one was blasted into the wall again.
Link was confused. Last time he had seen Ganondorf he was a big scary thing with two massive swords. That, and the last time he had seen him he was either dead or on his way there. But he had been locked away in the sacred realm. Why in Din's name was he out of his magical jailhouse. Hell, it was bad enough the first time trying to put him behind those bars.
He watched as Marth managed to get in another good hit on to Ganondorf, cutting deep with his blade, a small smile of satisfaction on his face. It didn't last long. Ganondorf kicked him, flames exploding from the impact.
Even though he was the bad guy, Link's money was on Ganondorf.
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Marth slammed into the wall, yet again. He was beginning to think this could get repetitive. The problem was, he just could not get close enough to deal the real damage. The evil guy just had to many powerful magic strikes on his side. He rose to his knees. This was getting to be a far too familiar position for a prince of Altea.
"Aww, fallen so soon pathetic one?"
Marth rose shakily to his feet. "Not.. just... yet..." he managed. He was tired. Falchion was still full of vigour for the kill, but there were only so many times Marth could be thrown into the wall before it began to take its toll.
"HA! You are finished boy. After I take your skull, I shall visit my dear Princess Zelda." Ganondorf saw the expression on Marth's face change from exhaustion to anger. "Oh, so is this what it takes for you fight your best?"
Marth took a steady step forward. His lip was bleeding. His armour was dented and the ornate metalwork charred by foul magic. His cape had been torn to shreds by the constant barrage of blows from Ganon's sword. He was fairly certain he had broken another rib, but his breathing was not hindered. He wondered why they had allowed such a powerful evil to exist at all.
Now, it was just protecting this land that was his goal. He was going to rid the world of this evil forever, and not even his death was going to stop him. Stupid words he knew, but he knew in his heart he meant everyone of them. He took another stronger step forward.
The pain of his people would be on these innocents if he let this abomination loose on the world. His people... even now, in this distant land he could hear the cries of the dying. He could hear the whining of orphaned children, brutally slain by careless slave masters. He could hear the desperate pleas of women surrounded by leering soldiers. This is what men like Ganondorf brought to the world.
He took another step forward. Ganondorf raised an eyebrow. The kid had taken a beating that any man in the world would be a crumpled heap on the floor. Fear began to rise in him. This blue-eyed boy was obviously in possession of an incredible amount of strength. No wonder this was a prince among men...
Marth stumbled. He fell to the ground. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow and uneven.
Ganondorf grinned. The again, maybe today was his lucky day. He stomped over to the unconscious form. The boy was bleeding in several places, the red staining his dark blue cape, giving it a darker hue than it should be. He still clutched Falchion in his hand. Ganondorf reached down, and gently took the divine blade in his hand. It seemed to glow slightly, as if in protest to the evil aura that surrounded him. This amused him.
He kicked the fallen prince, just to be sure; he strutted over to the wall where he had driven in the Master Sword. It would give him even more perverse satisfaction to have both the weapons of his enemies. He took a swipe at a sprite that was buzzing angrily around his head, sending it flying into a wall. Although... damn. He had finished off the boy before getting his name again. He vaguely remembered him telling him his name before the battle, but to Lords Of All Hyrule, such as himself, the whining of a minion were hardly worth... his... time...
The Master Sword was gone. A perfect sword shape gap was left in the wall where it had been driven in. His eyes widened. This was probably not good.
There was the faint sound of a bowstring protesting under tension. Ganondorf turned slowly to face the noise. And was greeted by the face of his nightmares. That blonde haired pointy-eared freak that had taken all he had fought so hard for. That green clad fool who had dared to stand before him, and had been the only one to send him to that hellhole of a prison. The blue-eyed warrior who had an arrow pointed at his chest.
The arrow was glowing, light streaks streaming back from the head, pulsing in smooth circular patterns. He had felt the kiss of those arrows. How they had stunned him with the sickening feeling of pure light.
The knight of the forest's face was set in one of concentration, not allowing for even a momentary lapse in his targeting of Ganondorf. Ganon's shoulders slumped. He let go of Falchion, letting it clatter to the ground. The sound echoed in the now silent temple. Even the storm that had raged throughout the fight had left. There was no noise, save the shallow breathing of the fallen noble, the faint shimmering sound given off by the magic arrow, and the echoes of the clattering sword.
"So, you have finally arrived."
The boy said nothing.
"No last words for your old enemy?"
The boy shook his head, never letting his eyes off his target.
"No pointless gloating?"
The boy raised an eyebrow.
"You think I will let you win without a fight?" Purple smoke laced around his fist.
The boy pulled slightly tighter on his bowstring. His eyes narrowed. There was the merest suggestion of a smirk on his lips.
And released the arrow.
Time seemed to slow, which was not an odd occurrence in this particular temple. Ganon watched with mounting fear as the arrow sped along a straight trajectory towards his chest. He tried to summon an energy ball to deflect it. But the way the light seemed to drop away from the fountaining tip of the arrow was mesmerizing. His arms just felt limp. He could barely summon the strength to even breathe. Heh. The great Ganondorf, struck by the beauty of an arrow.
The arrow hit him.
Light seemed to encapsulate him, stunning everything from his head to his fingers.
Link leapt forward, his bow cast aside, the Master Sword slinking out of his scabbard with a silken sound laden with the promise of metallic violence. Ganon saw the first blow come down. He felt the magic blade rip into his chest, tearing apart bones and muscle. The blade left burning fire as it tore open his chest, spraying blood across the temple floor.
The second blow opened his body from his shoulder, skimming to skim just close enough to snap ribs apart, but not deep enough to damage his lungs. There was a strange sense of peace as the sword left his side just above his pelvis. More of his blood graced the temple floor, but he was beyond caring now.
A third, and final blow struck Ganon in the chest. A simple thrust, the divine blade burying itself up to the Hilt in his body. He felt it break through the skin on his back, the blood soaking into his cloak.
He did not even feel the sword slide out of his body. He was numb. The totalness of his defeat was made clear to him by that single arrow. There was no point in fighting the inevitable now. He stretched his neck out beckoning the final blow.
It failed to come. Ganondorf looked up into the pitying eyes of his executioner. He had a horrible sinking feeling in his gut, that the boy would let him live. Another decade or two stuck in that place. Never dying. Just trapped. Behind that elusive curtain. Or maybe that feeling was just the blood running from his wounds.
Link shook his head sadly, and sheathed the Master Sword. He stepped over to Marth, and hoisted him onto his back, and strode out of the temple. His duty was done. He had no other plans for Ganondorf.
Ganondorf mentally screamed. Foolish boy! He would die here slowly now; bleed to death on their precious temple's floor. Or the sages would come. Heal him somehow. Seal him away for the rest of eternity.
There was the clip clop of hooves on marble. The horse had been forgotten by the humans. He had waited quietly in the corner for the fight to be over. He had watched the pointy-eared one wrench the sword form the stone. He had watched the entire minute long scene of the elvish one hacking away at the big man. And he was stunned to see him walk away.
The horse cantered over to the fallen dictator. He shook his mane and whinnied a bit.
He wanted to tell the man that those two teenagers were different from him and the horse. He wanted to say they saw things in a different way to most people. They saw the good in people, even if it wasn't there. They could never bring themselves to end that chance at goodness by killing a man on the ground, no matter how many innocents he had slain.
Oh, of course they would hack their grisly way through an army or two to save something, but every person they killed there was not real murder. It was more like an accident. The soldier they were facing knew what they were getting into, had trained to use a weapon and was more than happy to use it. Then it just became a matter of chance who happened to get killed. That was how they got through their lives with so much blood on their hands.
But you and me, we are normal. We see the danger in everyone. We don't hold back if an enemy is on the ground, because we know as soon as we turn our backs, he'll be the one shoving the sword in. Because we both know, that no matter what, an average human will always get back up, no matter how many times they've been beaten down, just so he or she can get the final blow in.
And you forgot that today. Which is why you are on the floor now. Bleeding. Waiting to be imprisoned again, so you can come back in a few years and put the final blow in, no matter how many times you have to get back up. Because you are normal. And normal basically means when the midden hits the windmill anybody can be a down and dirty bastard. Which is why I have to do what I must to make you stay down, despite what those other two might have thought.
But, he was only a horse. He snorted and whinnied. He hoped the big man got the message. He reared up, hooves ready to come down.
He brayed a horses war cry. Horses knew about how to deal with people like Ganon. They spent much of their time running from foes, but when their foes fell to the ground nothing would stop them from killing them. Because not even a horse can run forever. And somewhere, sometime, the foe must be stopped.
As his hooves came down, the horse caught a glimmer of understanding in the big mans eye's.
*****
A/ Notes: Due to high demand, next book will include Fox McCloud, and a bit of romance probably later on. Depends when she decides to make her appearance. This does mean an increduble ammountof work to shift from a medieval setting to a space age one, but what the hell, should be one hell of a ride.
Winner of cookie is galaxysong9, for being the newest reviewer.
Okay guys and gals, running low on faith here, I'm wondering if anyone is going to volunteer to be my pre-reader. There is a perk, honest. If you agree to be my pre-reader you get a mention at the bottom saying 'Pre-read by ...' . Not enough? How about a guaranteed cookie? Donut? 50 quid per pre-read?
Thanks to sprite and Monkey-san for making me change the apocalyptic, Marth-goes-nuts-and-god-like, big crowd pleaser fireworks and general tremble in fear ending. But frankly, I think this is better.
Ganondorf smiled. Predictable fool. Purple smoke collected around his fist as he filled it with foul scorcerous magic. His back was still to the new comer when he spoke. "And so we meet again. You wish another battle?"
He turned slowly. "And so you come riding on your horse to fight me. Well I remember you, and I know how you fight, and you are without your precious Master Sword now. You will die."
He was now facing the newcomer, but his eyes had closed out of anticipation, "But not before I have a little fun..."
His eyes flew open, "PREPARE TO FEEL PAIN LI- Who the hell are you?!"
And the story continues...
Chapter 7
Ganondorf eyed the newcomer. He was that fool of a boy that had freed him from that accursed sacred realm. He smiled. He did not like this one, and he would serve as a nice warm-up to his final battle with the 'hero of time'. He was glad he would have the chance to exact his revenge on the idiot who had not only stolen his best chance at taking the tri-force part from Zelda, but had also got muddy hoof prints on his only cape.
The blue haired intruder trotted his horse into the temple, his sword glowing brighter with every inch he came closer to Ganondorf. His expression was not that of fear. Not that of even anger. Marth had come for one reason. Not to hate, or to be afraid. He had come to end this particular form of evil any way he could. Such a duty was above anger or fear. But it was one he carried out willingly.
He dismounted his horse. Even though the extra height would have given him and advantage, he had always believed in honour, even against evil. Facing Ganondorf mounted was unfair in his mind, and therefore not honourable. It did occur to him that Ganon was far stronger than him, and had more tricks up his sleeve than gambling conjurer, but still, he did not feel as though it would be fair.
Ganondorf smiled as the fool gave up the one thing that could have made this a fair fight. He drew his large, vicious sword, which fanned out at the end. The purple smoke that was on his hand ran up the blade, coiling around it a like a snake, imbuing it with the same power that he used to make his scorcerous blasts. This would either be quick, or he would toy with the boy. Both probable outcomes suited him.
Marth pushed his horse away, which trotted off to wait quietly in the corner of the temple. He would have gone outside, but it was pissing it down. There were two ways this could go in his mind. One, the blue haired one killed the scary looking big guy with all the special effects on his sword, which meant he would get a load of sugar lumps. Or, and the horse thought this would be more probable, the pip squeak would become an interesting smear on the floor, which meant no more scampering around in the wilderness. Both outcomes suited him.
They stood there for a while, each one waiting for the other to make the first move.
And waiting.
Waiting.
Marth took one step closer to Ganondorf. And all hell broke loose.
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Link watched the fight, perched in an opening left by an exploded window. It was quite impressive really, watching both participants waste the special effects budget of several movies on each other. He was fairly impressed by the Marth's persistence. He winced as the blue haired one was blasted into the wall again.
Link was confused. Last time he had seen Ganondorf he was a big scary thing with two massive swords. That, and the last time he had seen him he was either dead or on his way there. But he had been locked away in the sacred realm. Why in Din's name was he out of his magical jailhouse. Hell, it was bad enough the first time trying to put him behind those bars.
He watched as Marth managed to get in another good hit on to Ganondorf, cutting deep with his blade, a small smile of satisfaction on his face. It didn't last long. Ganondorf kicked him, flames exploding from the impact.
Even though he was the bad guy, Link's money was on Ganondorf.
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Marth slammed into the wall, yet again. He was beginning to think this could get repetitive. The problem was, he just could not get close enough to deal the real damage. The evil guy just had to many powerful magic strikes on his side. He rose to his knees. This was getting to be a far too familiar position for a prince of Altea.
"Aww, fallen so soon pathetic one?"
Marth rose shakily to his feet. "Not.. just... yet..." he managed. He was tired. Falchion was still full of vigour for the kill, but there were only so many times Marth could be thrown into the wall before it began to take its toll.
"HA! You are finished boy. After I take your skull, I shall visit my dear Princess Zelda." Ganondorf saw the expression on Marth's face change from exhaustion to anger. "Oh, so is this what it takes for you fight your best?"
Marth took a steady step forward. His lip was bleeding. His armour was dented and the ornate metalwork charred by foul magic. His cape had been torn to shreds by the constant barrage of blows from Ganon's sword. He was fairly certain he had broken another rib, but his breathing was not hindered. He wondered why they had allowed such a powerful evil to exist at all.
Now, it was just protecting this land that was his goal. He was going to rid the world of this evil forever, and not even his death was going to stop him. Stupid words he knew, but he knew in his heart he meant everyone of them. He took another stronger step forward.
The pain of his people would be on these innocents if he let this abomination loose on the world. His people... even now, in this distant land he could hear the cries of the dying. He could hear the whining of orphaned children, brutally slain by careless slave masters. He could hear the desperate pleas of women surrounded by leering soldiers. This is what men like Ganondorf brought to the world.
He took another step forward. Ganondorf raised an eyebrow. The kid had taken a beating that any man in the world would be a crumpled heap on the floor. Fear began to rise in him. This blue-eyed boy was obviously in possession of an incredible amount of strength. No wonder this was a prince among men...
Marth stumbled. He fell to the ground. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow and uneven.
Ganondorf grinned. The again, maybe today was his lucky day. He stomped over to the unconscious form. The boy was bleeding in several places, the red staining his dark blue cape, giving it a darker hue than it should be. He still clutched Falchion in his hand. Ganondorf reached down, and gently took the divine blade in his hand. It seemed to glow slightly, as if in protest to the evil aura that surrounded him. This amused him.
He kicked the fallen prince, just to be sure; he strutted over to the wall where he had driven in the Master Sword. It would give him even more perverse satisfaction to have both the weapons of his enemies. He took a swipe at a sprite that was buzzing angrily around his head, sending it flying into a wall. Although... damn. He had finished off the boy before getting his name again. He vaguely remembered him telling him his name before the battle, but to Lords Of All Hyrule, such as himself, the whining of a minion were hardly worth... his... time...
The Master Sword was gone. A perfect sword shape gap was left in the wall where it had been driven in. His eyes widened. This was probably not good.
There was the faint sound of a bowstring protesting under tension. Ganondorf turned slowly to face the noise. And was greeted by the face of his nightmares. That blonde haired pointy-eared freak that had taken all he had fought so hard for. That green clad fool who had dared to stand before him, and had been the only one to send him to that hellhole of a prison. The blue-eyed warrior who had an arrow pointed at his chest.
The arrow was glowing, light streaks streaming back from the head, pulsing in smooth circular patterns. He had felt the kiss of those arrows. How they had stunned him with the sickening feeling of pure light.
The knight of the forest's face was set in one of concentration, not allowing for even a momentary lapse in his targeting of Ganondorf. Ganon's shoulders slumped. He let go of Falchion, letting it clatter to the ground. The sound echoed in the now silent temple. Even the storm that had raged throughout the fight had left. There was no noise, save the shallow breathing of the fallen noble, the faint shimmering sound given off by the magic arrow, and the echoes of the clattering sword.
"So, you have finally arrived."
The boy said nothing.
"No last words for your old enemy?"
The boy shook his head, never letting his eyes off his target.
"No pointless gloating?"
The boy raised an eyebrow.
"You think I will let you win without a fight?" Purple smoke laced around his fist.
The boy pulled slightly tighter on his bowstring. His eyes narrowed. There was the merest suggestion of a smirk on his lips.
And released the arrow.
Time seemed to slow, which was not an odd occurrence in this particular temple. Ganon watched with mounting fear as the arrow sped along a straight trajectory towards his chest. He tried to summon an energy ball to deflect it. But the way the light seemed to drop away from the fountaining tip of the arrow was mesmerizing. His arms just felt limp. He could barely summon the strength to even breathe. Heh. The great Ganondorf, struck by the beauty of an arrow.
The arrow hit him.
Light seemed to encapsulate him, stunning everything from his head to his fingers.
Link leapt forward, his bow cast aside, the Master Sword slinking out of his scabbard with a silken sound laden with the promise of metallic violence. Ganon saw the first blow come down. He felt the magic blade rip into his chest, tearing apart bones and muscle. The blade left burning fire as it tore open his chest, spraying blood across the temple floor.
The second blow opened his body from his shoulder, skimming to skim just close enough to snap ribs apart, but not deep enough to damage his lungs. There was a strange sense of peace as the sword left his side just above his pelvis. More of his blood graced the temple floor, but he was beyond caring now.
A third, and final blow struck Ganon in the chest. A simple thrust, the divine blade burying itself up to the Hilt in his body. He felt it break through the skin on his back, the blood soaking into his cloak.
He did not even feel the sword slide out of his body. He was numb. The totalness of his defeat was made clear to him by that single arrow. There was no point in fighting the inevitable now. He stretched his neck out beckoning the final blow.
It failed to come. Ganondorf looked up into the pitying eyes of his executioner. He had a horrible sinking feeling in his gut, that the boy would let him live. Another decade or two stuck in that place. Never dying. Just trapped. Behind that elusive curtain. Or maybe that feeling was just the blood running from his wounds.
Link shook his head sadly, and sheathed the Master Sword. He stepped over to Marth, and hoisted him onto his back, and strode out of the temple. His duty was done. He had no other plans for Ganondorf.
Ganondorf mentally screamed. Foolish boy! He would die here slowly now; bleed to death on their precious temple's floor. Or the sages would come. Heal him somehow. Seal him away for the rest of eternity.
There was the clip clop of hooves on marble. The horse had been forgotten by the humans. He had waited quietly in the corner for the fight to be over. He had watched the pointy-eared one wrench the sword form the stone. He had watched the entire minute long scene of the elvish one hacking away at the big man. And he was stunned to see him walk away.
The horse cantered over to the fallen dictator. He shook his mane and whinnied a bit.
He wanted to tell the man that those two teenagers were different from him and the horse. He wanted to say they saw things in a different way to most people. They saw the good in people, even if it wasn't there. They could never bring themselves to end that chance at goodness by killing a man on the ground, no matter how many innocents he had slain.
Oh, of course they would hack their grisly way through an army or two to save something, but every person they killed there was not real murder. It was more like an accident. The soldier they were facing knew what they were getting into, had trained to use a weapon and was more than happy to use it. Then it just became a matter of chance who happened to get killed. That was how they got through their lives with so much blood on their hands.
But you and me, we are normal. We see the danger in everyone. We don't hold back if an enemy is on the ground, because we know as soon as we turn our backs, he'll be the one shoving the sword in. Because we both know, that no matter what, an average human will always get back up, no matter how many times they've been beaten down, just so he or she can get the final blow in.
And you forgot that today. Which is why you are on the floor now. Bleeding. Waiting to be imprisoned again, so you can come back in a few years and put the final blow in, no matter how many times you have to get back up. Because you are normal. And normal basically means when the midden hits the windmill anybody can be a down and dirty bastard. Which is why I have to do what I must to make you stay down, despite what those other two might have thought.
But, he was only a horse. He snorted and whinnied. He hoped the big man got the message. He reared up, hooves ready to come down.
He brayed a horses war cry. Horses knew about how to deal with people like Ganon. They spent much of their time running from foes, but when their foes fell to the ground nothing would stop them from killing them. Because not even a horse can run forever. And somewhere, sometime, the foe must be stopped.
As his hooves came down, the horse caught a glimmer of understanding in the big mans eye's.
*****
A/ Notes: Due to high demand, next book will include Fox McCloud, and a bit of romance probably later on. Depends when she decides to make her appearance. This does mean an increduble ammountof work to shift from a medieval setting to a space age one, but what the hell, should be one hell of a ride.
Winner of cookie is galaxysong9, for being the newest reviewer.
Okay guys and gals, running low on faith here, I'm wondering if anyone is going to volunteer to be my pre-reader. There is a perk, honest. If you agree to be my pre-reader you get a mention at the bottom saying 'Pre-read by ...' . Not enough? How about a guaranteed cookie? Donut? 50 quid per pre-read?
Thanks to sprite and Monkey-san for making me change the apocalyptic, Marth-goes-nuts-and-god-like, big crowd pleaser fireworks and general tremble in fear ending. But frankly, I think this is better.