Day VI

The mirror.

Days became weeks, and weeks months. The full moon rose over the desert sands many times. And every day still, life went on the same…more or less.

"Ganondorf…"

The dream spoke to him once again,

"Can you see me, Ganondorf?

I'll do it.

I will."

Ganondorf shot up from his slumber, in a cold sweat. He frantically searched and scanned the room, and as always, found Kaysho curled up on the rug, in a warm little ball. His ears would twitch every so often as he slept. 'You're lucky to have pleasant dreams…' Ganondorf thought of Kaysho, then ran his hand through his hair. That little voice repeated itself, over and over in his mind…

'Can you see me?'

'I'll do it…'

'I will.'

Ganondorf shook his head, and quietly stood up. Surely, it was not Kaysho saying that, he assured himself, as he gently closed the door. 'Surely…' He thought, and walked away silently, to let Kaysho sleep.

"Surely what?" Came a scratchy voice.

Ganondorf stopped immediately in his tracks. "Surely nothing." He lied though his teeth, and turned to face Koume.

She hovered above him, sturdy on her broom, and looked him over, as if she were deciding whether to buy him or not. "Ganondorf..." she started to warn.

"…What?" he asked, a tiny hint of virtue in his voice.

"Don't let him fool you." Koume warned her pupil, "Don't let him play tricks with your mind."

Ganondorf raised his eyebrows, in confusion. An uneasy confusion. "I do not understand…"

"Listen well, boy." She ordered, "One day you will grow up, and you will be king. A King cannot be deceived. Don't let a little keaton deceive you."

A sudden string of anger shot through Ganondorf's body. "Kaysho is no liar." He said, feeling his voice lower and the words left his throat.

"He isn't then? What would trust him with, Ganondorf? How far are you willing to follow him?"

Ganondorf couldn't hide his distasteful anger, and turned away. As he walked away, his own words surprised him as he answered, "To the end of the earth, hell, and back again."

Kaysho was wandering about the Spirit Temple, nothing for him to do since Ganondorf was out. He was walking through the halls and peeking into room after room, searching only for a nice sunny spot to take a nap. But as he progressed, the corridors only seemed to get dimmer. He was about to turn back, but curiosity sparked him, and he looked into one last room.

Complete darkness. But out of the dark, was a dim light, almost a glow fixated in the center of the room. There, stood a mirror. Tall, framed with a dirty bronze, and jewels of all colors crafted into the metal. At the top, and bottom, strange ancient symbols where engraved in black. The light was coming from the mirror, which made no sense to Kaysho. It's puzzled him in such a way, that he slowly took a step towards it, to get a closer look. Another step, and more came, until he stood right in front of it. "Strange…" he thought aloud, while looking at the little black symbols. It was a foreign language to him, he couldn't even begin to read it. However, three characters at the very bottom of the mirror caught his eye. The first two were smaller in size, each swerved downwards and had dots and slashes next to them. The third was larger, and it's bottom line went under the other two, enclosing them. Then it stopped, a jut in the ink, and slashed back up again. Three ancient characters, of no meaning. And yet, how compellingly familiar they were to Kaysho.

'So this is a mirror…' Kaysho started to think as he rose his head. But all thoughts were put aside, and he took a step back in alarm. His reflection wasn't in the mirror.

Replacing a mirror replica of Kaysho, stood a young man. He wasn't near as tall as Ganondorf, or as strong looking, this man was thin. He wore no shoes, and stood on nothing. The background of the room was also not in the mirror, only the stranger stood there, surrounded by a heavy, mystifying fog. His clothing was baggy, and orient, made of the finest white silk. His hair was long, long, and would reach down to the floor if he hadn't tied it off just above his knees. The bangs were long too, and hid the man's face, in mystery. His ears were also fairly hidden, but one could tell that they were very long, even longer than a Hylian's. Through Kaysho couldn't see his eyes, the man stared down at him, a unmoving, eternal stare. Enough to drive one mad.

Kaysho stared back up at him, with quivering eyes. He took a small step forward, to get a closer look.

The figure in the mirror's expression did not react, then he too moved one foot forward.

"What?" Kaysho asked no one in particular, in utter disbelief. He took another step, and so did the man. He swung his left ear around, something surely a human couldn't do. But again, the boy copied. 'This can't be…' Kaysho thought, as he did more actions. But none the less, the figure was completely at his command. 'But…but that isn't me! How can it be? I'm not human…this cannot be true!' Kaysho whimpered a little, praying that the hallucination would end, or he would wake up. That the dream would leave him.

"Foolish keaton."

'What?' Kaysho looked up, and searched for who had spoken to him. But no one else was there. He, slowly and frightfully, looked back up to the man.

"Foolish keaton." It repeated.

The voice was coming from the figure. 'But how?' Kaysho thought, 'His lips aren't moving!' And indeed they weren't. The voice came from the figure, but he didn't move a muscle, his expression never changed.

"Do you think he can save you?" Came the man's voice without warning.

"…I don't understand…" Kaysho replied quietly.

"Do you really think…" the voice began, "That your master can save you?"

Kaysho's eyes widened, a thin line of white could be seen underneath the slit black. 'What is he talking about?' Kaysho thought to himself, 'Save me from what…?'

"Kaysho!"

Kaysho jumped in surprise, of the sudden louder voice. He turned around, and to his relief, Ganondorf stood there, back from his studies. Kaysho shakily darted back to the mirror, to find the man gone. The mirror worked just like a normal mirror now. "...G-Ganondorf!" Kaysho stuttered.

He raised an eyebrow, "…Have you seen a ghost?"

"No, no…" he shook his head, and gratefully hopped over to Ganondorf, feeling much safer in his presence, "I…the dark playing tricks on me…that's all."

Ganondorf blinked, then looked down at Kaysho. 'You're trembling…' he thought, but chose not to say it aloud. Instead, he rested a hand on Kaysho's head, and scratched his ears. "If it's too dark, then I'll give you a light."

Kaysho looked up to him, "But don't you need it?"

"I'll give mine to you." Ganondorf said to him, and then started down the corridor. "If you need it, then I will give it to you."