Lance stormed into the Gerudo Fortress dungeon, tossing his helmet aside while doing so. There were several Gerudo guards inside, but Lance burst in so fast that they never knew what hit them. Lance was through the corridor and in the main dungeon area in seconds.
There were several cells, most of them full. They all looked to be Hylian due to the length of their ears. But one person stood out. It was a redheaded female.
"Marin!" Lance cried and rushed over to the cell. She was sitting in the corner, eyes wide open. Her hair was matted against her face and she had several small cuts on what was visible of her face. She also had a bruise here and there on her skin, a lot of which was visible with the outfit she had obviously been forced to wear.
When Lance crouched down in front, she didn't move much. She just moved her head slightly in his direction and brushed the hair from her face. It was like it didn't register that someone had come to rescue her.
It took a full minute for that to happen. She burst into tears while Lance began picking the lock with a piece of bone on the ground. He didn't want to think of what kind of bone it was.
As soon as the cell was open, Marin thrust herself into Lance's arms, and he wrapped his own around her back. She dug her head into his shoulder, and all Lance could do was run his fingers through her hair, trying to comfort her.
"I'm so glad you came," she sobbed. "I didn't think I'd ever get out of there. They barely fed me anything."
"It's okay, I'm here. I'm going to take you back to the ranch…." Lance trailed off in remembrance of Lon Lon Ranch. It had been almost leveled. There wasn't much left.
Marin took her face off his shoulder and planted her lips on Lance's, and the couple shared their second kiss together. But it was short-lived, for something loud slammed behind them. Their lips parted and made a brief smacking sound.
Before Lance knew it, his hands were thrust behind his back and tied with an itchy rope. Whoever had him grabbed his sword and shield and threw him forward. Lance looked back and saw a Gerudo guard shove Marin back into her cell.
"Marin, no!" Lance cried. He fought for all he was worth, but something hard smacked him on the top of the head, and his consciousness left him.
Lance found himself in a very large room. His vision fuzzed in and out; the room was like a terribly manufactured mirror. He could hear voices, but he couldn't tell where they were coming from. One thing was for sure. The battle was still raging on outside.
"Ah, Prince Lance, glad you could join us," a voice boomed. It sounded all too familiar.
"Lance!" a female voice cried. It was Marin. She was in the room as well. But who was the man with the deep voice?
Lance tried to stand, but his legs felt like gelatin. He crumpled back to the floor, and the deep voice bellowed with laughter.
"Too weak to stand, Your Majesty?" the voice mocked. Suddenly something hard slammed into his stomach, just as his vision began to clear. The air whooshed out of Lance's lungs, and he strained to breathe. He could hear Marin shriek when it did. Lance could already tell that it was Ganondorf.
"You and your father think you are powerful, but nothing will prepare them for what is to come!" he bellowed. "Hyrule will fall, and I will become king again!"
Lance would've told him off had he been able to breathe. But since he couldn't, he sat on the floor, clutching his stomach, begging air to enter his lungs. He hadn't even had one gasp of air yet; he could feel his face turning red.
Finally he was allowed one short gasp, but the air left him again. Ganondorf chuckled. He seemed to like this.
"You have no idea how long I waited in the Sacred Realm. How long I suffered, waiting for my chance of vengeance to come. I broke free of the realm, and the Sages could not do anything about it."
"Well, at least you won't be going back," Lance gasped. Ganondorf showed brief puzzlement. "My father won't let you live this time."
Ganondorf gripped Lance by the scruff of his neck. "Why you little—"
"Ganondorf!" a voice shouted while the door burst open. Ganondorf simply dropped Lance on the stone floor, looking at the King of Hyrule, standing in his doorway.
"Ah, Your Majesty, welcome—oof!" he cried. Link had run up to Ganondorf and slammed his fist into the demon's stomach. He wore no armor, unusually, so the blow stung. But apparently not too much, for he grunted and returned the punch. It slammed into Link's chest, throwing him to the floor. This guy had to be a bodybuilder.
"Who do you think you are?" Ganondorf cried.
"Only who I am: The Hero of Time!" Link cried with renewed vigor. He leaped off the ground without using his arms and drew his blade, thrusting him and Ganondorf into a sword duel.
Link was not about to let himself be beaten as easily as last time. Ganondorf's sword hadn't shrunk any in size, but Link now had the upper hand with the element of surprise.
The duel raged on. Blow was exchanged for blow as the two kings battled for the rule of Hyrule. They were fighting so fast that the pang of steel on steel seemed to be as one ringing echo through the large room, which Lance still didn't know where.
It all ended in a split second. Lance barely even saw it. But the next thing he knew, Link was sitting against the wall, unconscious, a terrible gash in the opposite side as the previous one. The Master Sword clattered to the floor next to him.
Lance didn't even give Ganondorf the chance to start to monologue before he snatched up his father's sword. He half expected the power of it to shock him terribly and a loud voice to say, "Only the Hero of Time may wield this holy sword," or something like that. But it didn't. None of that happened. But Lance did feel power surge through him, and all his wounds seemed to heal.
"Why don't you ever die?" Ganondorf roared and leaped across the room. It was incredible; he was standing at the opposite wall, but he leaped all the way across and landed directly in front of Lance. Lance parried the imminent blow and rolled around the evil king.
The sword duel that followed was even more intense, more heated than the one between Ganondorf and his father. Lance threw everything in it; kicks, punches, flips, handsprings, and somersaults.
Lance tried to get at least one blow on Ganondorf, but he was too quick. When Lance tried to fake the evil king out, Ganondorf would send a ringing blow to his sword that sent him stumbling. He tried one last time, only to find out that it was a huge mistake. Pain seared through his thigh, and Marin shrieked again. Lance looked down and saw blood all over his thigh. This was bad.
It seemed to last for hours. Lance felt his shirt stick to the sweat on his body. The effort to parry a blow seemed like lifting a sixty-pound weight, and the swing of Ganondorf's massive sword always threw him back. The duel would have to end quickly or Lance would give up with exhaustion.
Lance tried to get at least one blow on Ganondorf, but he was too quick. When Lance tried to fake the evil king out, Ganondorf would send a ringing blow to his sword that sent him stumbling. He tried one last time, only to find out that it was a huge mistake. Pain seared through his thigh, and Marin shrieked again. Lance looked down and saw blood all over his thigh. This was bad.
Lance powered forward, exerting all the strength left in him, which wasn't much due to the blow he had just received. But the Master Sword seemed to give him strength enough to continue. It seemed to catch Ganondorf off guard, because his eyes were wide and he was backing up. Lance whirled his sword this way and that, and Ganondorf was having trouble blocking. Now was the time.
Lance leaped as high up as possible while twisting himself into an aerial. Ganondorf never saw it coming. In one fleeting instant, Lance stabbed the Master Sword forward and felt it splat into skin, muscle, and bone. Ganondorf choked on the steel of the blade; it caught in his windpipe.
Lance dropped down and saw dark red blood ooze from Ganondorf's neck as he clutched at the holy sword in vain. He fell to his knees, and then to his front, and, after a few short convulsions, stopped moving entirely. Finally, Ganondorf, King of Evil, was dead.
Lance limped over to Marin, the pain in his leg flaring up again. She was chained to the wall, sobbing quietly.
"Lance…" she whispered when he got to her. He picked up a steel ring with only one key on it that lay on the arm of the throne next to her. He unlocked both cuffs, letting Marin fall out of them and into his arms. They embraced briefly before kissing for all they were worth.
A/N:
All right guys, next chapter's the last one, and it will be a shorter one. I might as well give you the summary for my next story right now:
There is a teen named Link. He has a far-from-peaceful life and lives in the friendly village of Kakariko. He always finds himself running errands for the mayor and the village council. He never really has any fun with it, but the money rewards provide him with what he needs to make a living. But on one fateful day, Link comes across a traveler from somewhere in Hyrule, but he does not reveal exactly where. He seems to be very knowledgeable. Then, he reveals a secret to Link, a secret that he wouldn't have thought true in a million years….
It's a rough summary, I know, but it's just a basic one. There will be a better one on the actual story, and hopefully I'll get more than just one faithful reviewer. But, nevertheless, I am still grateful for BabyGurl278's reviews.