Day XII

The healer.

"Well…what is it, child?" Came a tired voice from behind Nabooru. She blinked, and stepped out of the way. An older woman approached the door, taller than Nabooru but just slightly shorter than Ganondorf, with hair that was rose-red and skin darkened over time and age. Nefyret looked down at Ganondorf and at once realized who he was; she seemed to have to force herself not to let her face show the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She took in a deep breath of the night air, then slowly looked down to the thing that was in Gaondorf's arms. She too blinked, then looked back up at him inquiringly, "What is it that you need…little Prince?"

"Kaysho!" Ganondorf burst out, then uncovered Kaysho's bloody forehead to show to the women. Nabooru's mouth hung open a little, and Nefyret just stared.

Nabooru opened her mouth to say something, but before she could find words, her mother took a step forward and gave Ganondorf an annoyed look, "I heal people, not animals, Prince! Take your dog somewhere else."
"There is nowhere else!!" Ganondorf exclaimed, surprising himself more than the other two, "You have to help!"
Nefyret's eyes glowed with anger, "I told you, it's not my job! Take it somewhere else!"
"He'll die!!" Ganondorf shouted back at her, "I…Please!" He begged, which surprised them both, "I'll give you anything! …I'll give you everything I own!"
Nefyret remained silent this time. Nabooru stared at Ganondorf, her eyes fearfully bright, like those of a lioness.
"I'll give you all my riches, everything!! I'll servant for you! Please! Just help him!!!" He pleaded, and took a step closer to them, "If you want the moon and the sun, I'll say it, and it shall be so! Just help Kaysho!"

Nefyret stared at him, taken aback, then down at Kaysho, and wondered how he could love something this much, or someone. Could she even love her only daughter that much? But still, she hardened her heart, and stood tall, "….No, my Prince." She said quietly.

Nabooru whipped her head around to stare up at Nefyret, "Mother! Wh-"
"Be still!" Nefyret snapped at Nabooru.

Ganondorf stared at Nefyret, then looked down at Kaysho. He shook, and held Kaysho closer to his heart. 'Is this all I can do…? No…there must be…' He's eyes widened, alight with a flaming red. He stared up at Nefyret, then slowly rose to his full height. Long legs and arms offset by strong shoulders and a manly hands. And his unkept hair, which hadn't touched a blade in years; it now fell onto his shoulders and grazed his back. He held his head high, and softly proclaimed the most regretful words, "…I order you."

"What?" Nefyret demanded, and raised her eyebrows.

"I order you too help him. Do it." Ganondorf commanded. His first commandment.

Nefyret stared at him, in a mix of anger and fear, but more than anything else, rage. She paused, then, lip twitching, then slowly bowed her head, "As…you wish. Prince." Determined not to look at him, Nefyret slowly took the bundle from Ganondorf's arms, then turned around and walked inside. "Nabooru," She mumbled, "Show….our guest…inside."
Nabooru looked over at Ganondorf, then walked inside, took by the door. He hesitated, then stepped inside, and she closed the door behind him. The night was silent again.

Nefyret carried Kaysho to a spare room and set him down on a bed that was normally used for her regular patients. Nabooru led Ganondorf down the tight hallway, and they both absent-mindedly stopped to watch Nefyret for a moment. Nabooru shook herself back into reality, then murmured, "…Come…eat and rest." As was custom, then started to lead him farther into the home.

"…No." He said softly, then walked into the spare room and sat on the floor, and watched Nefyret begin to work on Kaysho, muttering incantations and feeling his broken body. Ganondorf wouldn't take his eyes off of Nefyret and Kaysho, so Nabooru gave up and left the room.

Up she went, up a stairway then again another, then a ladder to the roof. Nabooru stood on top of the pueblo, and stared up at the stars and the cliff side. She sighed, then sat down, and looked now at the desert sands. From her rooftop was an almost perfect panoramic view of the wastelands, which were oddly peaceful that night. Nabooru let her mind and wander as she stared at the night horizon; she folded her arms on her knees, and rested her head on top of her arms. Above her, the moon was bright, and it cast a dim light over the neglected lands of the Gerudo.

For hours alone, lost in the twilight.

Sometime later, in the middle of that night, another's footsteps were hear climbing the latter to the roof. Nabooru barely took it to notice as Ganondorf emerged from inside, and climbed to his feet. The tall Gerudo boy looked down at Nabooru for a moment, who didn't so much as move when he approached, then he looked to the stars. For a long time…he looked up at that bright Milky Way for a long time. Then Ganondorf sat down, merely a foot or two between and Nabooru. He folded his hands behind his head and lay back onto the roof, and let his legs hang over the edge. Finally, Nabooru slowly glanced towards him, then looked backup at the sky at lost herself again. He too starred into the stars until they'd stolen his mind from him, and only two lost souls remained. But tonight, the lost souls were not alone.

Wanderers lost in the Twilight.