Part VI: The Tower

The explosion was low and shook the inside of the castle. Ganon sat upon his throne, one hand propping up his head as he raised a brow to the explosion. Construction of his tower had been underway for several months, and the workers, although well motivated by the almost daily flogging of one of their own, seemed to be struggling with the orders. He let out a soft sigh and stood from his throne as another explosion shuddered the room, almost causing one of the nearby torch-stands to topple. He grinned inwardly. Maybe they were finally getting the idea. But nonetheless, he had to go to them and remind them that they were taking entirely too long with the project.

He strode down the short flight of steps and onto the main rug that stretched the entire length of the hall. The sound of his boots heavy and echoed through the now empty hall. Where the elaborate tapestries once hung, now were the beaten remains of those who had once been loyal to the King of Hyrule.

"Former King of Hyrule," he stopped and looked at one of the random bodies. This one, if he remembered correctly, had been the kings' personal vizier. He had hidden himself well in the depths of the castle, among the family treasure, apparently plotting for his escape into a different land. But once he had been found, he had told the guards that the treasure he was carrying was a tribute to the new king. A horrible liar, and would have been killed on the spot if not for the fact that he told of the every secret place and whereabouts of treasure and records in the castle.

After he had served his purpose, though, Ganon saw it fit to send him on his way; via the gold that he had been found with. He had allowed his lower minions to, in a sense, stone the man with the treasure. Ganon looked at the beaten and bloody remains and smiled, the sound of the man's agony filling him once more with glee.

But enough reminiscing, there were more important matters at hand. He felt the need to tend to them personally an almost Zen-like task. He kept his stride low and slow, taking in the other bodies, filling himself with the blood lust before he met his behind work slaves. Maybe he would have to kill one or two as an example that his patience was not to be tested ever again on this matter.

A dark figure appeared at the end of the hall, heading toward him hurriedly, a small string of whispers and curses coming from its mouth. Ganon stopped and watch the figure come closer, then fall to the ground, bowing.

"My lord," the voice hissed," I have news concerning the construction of your tower."

Ganon took in a deep sigh and crossed his arms across his chest, "And what have you to say, Agahnim?" He looked down on the man, almost tapping his foot, impatient to get to the site to have a word with his workers.

"I-it's about the workers m'lord…" he found it hard to speak to his master, as his eyes moved upwards, the surrounding sites of those that had angered the King of Thieves, bloody and torn remnants of former living beings, he held back a cry to not become one of them.

"Yes, I know. They have fallen behind in their work, and I am heading out to set them straight once and for all." Ganon stepped past the groveling man, his cape sliding over his body. Such uselessness, coming to report on the failings of a group that he had already known were failing. He would have to deal with his servant later.

"T-that's the thing my lord." Agahnim was now striding along side his master.

Ganon stopped and let out a low growl as he turned to face his servant. "You have come to tell me that they are behind and need to be motivated, I know this, Agahnim, why do you persist in wasting my time?"

" They are all dead, Lord Ganon. In the last blast to clear the moat, the all jumped into the explosion, cursing your name" Even as the words exited his mouth, he cowered behind his cloak, ready for a strike from the mighty lords' hand. But none came. He only stood and watched as Ganon slowly looked out toward towers' site. His jaw thin and his hands flexing.

"Well, that does indeed save me a trip, does it not?" he looked down at his servant and grinned. Agahnim shuddered inwardly. He had served Ganon long enough to know that when he grinned, it could only mean one of two things; he was thinking something most evil, or he had just killed a man. Seeing as he was in the throne room all day, Agahnim decided it was the latter.

"And what are your thoughts on this, my lord?"

Ganon stood for a moment and began to walk outside. He stood and looked around at the sky. The sun was still far from setting, but the light was very dim for the time of day. He turned and placed one large paw on his servants shoulder. "I want you to take a legion of troops, and go to Kakariko Village… liquidate it. Take anyone of able body, regardless of age, and bring them here. I wish to speak with them upon their arrival."

Agahnim bowed, a grin of his own pursed his lips as he hissed, "Yes my lord, your will be done." He bowed low as he scurried off into the shadows. Ganon waited a moment and looked after him. He was a twit at times, true, but in time, he would serve his purpose. The Door of Time was still sealed, Zelda was still alive, and that child, the one with the faerie, his body has yet to become unearthed. But it is only a matter of time. Soon he would invade the forest of children, flush him out, and then no one would stand in his way.