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Well here you go chapter 3

Memories

The cliff was high, higher than expected, but either way it will do. Sand picked up and fell away bellow shifting itself constantly about. Swirls of brownish cloud swirled to cover over each other. Everything fighting for a bit of its own. I laughed again. This was going to be easy, the world plunged into chaos before I even get started. I rubbed by hands together smearing the blood over my other gauntlet, sand was gritting within the wound. I mumbled. I was not here to pester about with wounds that were childish. The clouds had begun to settle and still, yet black as ever. The sun seemed to cower and soil itself. Muhahaha, even the gods fear my arrival. A taste of satisfaction sprinkled on my tongue. I Glazed over the desert that I had conjured by birth. My home, I would recreate the world like so. Every where reminding me of what was, no what is. The lake stopped filling in, murky yet settling. A deep dark shadow encompassing the bottom. Where my prison was, Now that remained a pile of rubble and trash, faintly glowing with my residue evil. The sands picked up again, and my humor and amusement rose with them. I undid a scarf at my waist and wrapped up my head, concealing the scar and everything else but my eyes which burned with fury. Muttering the arcane spell she taught me so long ago I walked into the storm letting the sand swallow me.

I step into the temple that commemorated my mentors, my masters, my tutors. Sand nor time had seemed to touch the inside except for corners and edges. A smile twitched my lips, the temple where I was taught my magic. Where I was taught to fight and to wield power. A calm filled the space, a calm that I had not held or felt for a long time. Grand stairs led from the floor up, two large statues stood to either side. Both which looked so alive yet not. A dark wariness filled me, I remembered this place as a boy, getting lost in the desert and finding this.

Sand shifted around my feet, I slipped and slid. Rolling down the hill. Tears came and waited to break free. I was lost. Nobody would find me. I would be lost forever. The Sand blew around me, finding every open crack to bury its self in me. My black scarf wrapped around me head. I knew what my mother would saw if she found me dead. I was the king to this place. I was not to wondering around in the desert. I fumbled and rolled down the sand dune. My eye lids stung with the sand constantly beating against them, thrashing about, threatening me to make a mistake an let it bury me. I struggled with my small hands clawing at the sand in a vain effort. It pushed me about as if I were a small pebble in a river. It forced me forward and backwards with each sweep I continued to stumble. Tears wet the sand surround me and the continued to swirl effortlessly. I wailed out.

"Help me"

Only to get a mouth full of sand, grinding against my teeth as I shut my mouth. I knew everything I did was hopeless and I was going to die here. The king of the Gerudo valley, the heir of the people. The burden seemed to be heavy. I continued to fumble about. I let my eyes open a slit. Straight ahead a door, a small slither of a gap. I cried, my mind was playing with me. I was going to die. The sand swirled around me, burying my feet, and climbing to my knees. I scrambled forward for the hole. I pressed myself flat on my stomach and crawled for ward only to fall into a dark cavern. The light that came though the hole than I had slither though overwhelmed its self with the breaking sand. I knew the meaning of fear, the storm meant nothing to this. I slowly stood up. Everything dark, I scraped the sand off that had caked my eyes and opened them to find that it made not a matter. The darkness concealed everything, Silence enveloped the sound. I whimpered into the dark. My hands stretched out to my sides. There was nothing that I could grasp

The walls and security parted from me. I cried out into the dark. The eerie silence was the only thing that replied my cries. I could hear the black room mocking me.

"Now the king is lost in his kingdom,

lost in the sand,

With no one to hold his hand,

All alone in the dark,
With the shadow that will leave a mark"

I felt fear and cold, shiver and wean itself into me. I sat in the dark waiting, hoping. They would find me. They had too, they would send out people to look for me. They would, I knew they would. I sat and waited in the dark with my fears. I cried myself dry. Then let the dark envelope me.

I woke, sand caked all of me, mixed in with sweat. I could not see anything, a sick question came to mind " am I really awake am I dreaming?". My mind began to swirl and twist with fear and a sick worry of dread, I found that I was hungry. Yet I had not known how much time had passed, hours days maybe years. No not years, that was a skill only master in ancient galore and fable and legends. Nobody knew how to preserve them self for ever or take years of sleep. It was impossible, fear consume my thoughts clouding everything. I then again let the dark consume me and bury my thoughts.

I woke to a faint flickering of lights that spilt across the room flickering and splitting, Orange dull light. Two large statues filled the end of the room, both worn yet the faces were noble and legendary. The two previous twin kings that ruled Gerudo valley. The place was to honor them. Shock cut my thoughts short, I held my breath. Fear now was eminent, this was a grave, a tomb, a crypt for the kings. In the weak light something could be made out. Two figures that seemed to hover, float above the stair well. Two groggy old pale wrinkled faces. With long sharp noses, much like all the Gerudo people. I had been told stories of them. Witches. Who held more power than needed.

I slowly began to crawl backward to the safety of the corner. They noticed my movement. My breath held and throat clenched.

"Who is this" They said in unison.

"The young" one of the witches stated

"king of the desert" The other finished for he.

They floated out of the shadows to show more of them selves. One with blue lacing her robes the other with red. The both shot a knifing glare at me. I cowered and shrunk. Then the floated closer until they were barley an arm away, and whispered

"Young king Gannondorf were are the twin-rova"

Fear and anxiety filled me. It had been a long time since I had visited those thoughts longer time since I had visited the temple. I bent to one knee and stood in front of the stair well, where they first found me. The two stone figures looking down upon me, not kindly but not harsh. Expecting. Sudden excitement filled me it was time to call them back for their help. Whispering fierce arcane words that cut off with a sharp hiss, I spoke quickly.

Nothing happened at first, but then two dark shadowy forms rose and spun forward.

Fear touched me again. This was a sensible fear. A fear that I knew was appropriate. I would make sure the world would pay for my time, my patience was over and so was the rest of the world. There was no hero of time this time.

Two voices echoed across the room.

"King Ganon, Welcome back to the spirit temple"