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Immortality with a price

Excitement continued to bubble in me. Trying tot break out. A small smile touched my lips. The twin-rova were here. My masters of so long ago. Age did not seem to touch them, they looked as they did before. Yet they had lost the form. They no longer used their bodies. Long in traveling the world I had heard of this talent but never expected them to know. There swirled around me, yet they did not bring up the sand as they used too. I could feel there presence but not as strong as before. Anxiety filled me again, as the rain had filled the lake, slowly yet steadily building up. I stayed on my knees, yet to crank my head to have a shot at them. The twin-rova look displeased by high and nervous. I felt fear. A sickly twinge of it, so minuscule that is would barley be notified, but it was there. A sickly determined fear. It ate at me, what could the twin-rova be nervous about? They always held calm like the temple, but neither were seeing the best of times. The temple did not look worn but empty as if all had left it. The spirits gone. I realized that they had stopped moving about and had flown up to the height of the stairs of which a broke throne lay cracked into two. I continued to watch there gestures of flight around the temple as they started again.

As then a voice cut though the silence to kill the swishing of there cloaks. A voice carried by two.

"King Ganon, You look afraid" they said in unison

"Masters, I am not afraid but wary. I have lost fear along the way"

I replied with a crisp tone, How could they sense it. Was it more than just a prickle of fear, was it a prisoner beast in me waiting to break free. I knew it was there but not really there. By announcing I had it, it seemed to awake better in me. The two wrinkled faces glazed at me with their magenta eyes. They both shared my feelings and they dared not to hide it. Fear rushed into barley controlled but my conscious. The swirled around, making a sweep of the room then settling in a corner.

"He does not know" The both said to each other in muffled voices

"We need to tell him"

"We will then, tell him"

The slowed down to approach the now broken throne. Then they spoke out with a dead, mono voice that resonated though the room walls. As if they had recited, something that had been written into folk and lore.

"The Boy lives on, Age can not consume him, He lays in his home, awaiting the arrival of the dark king, Ganon you must destroy him"

My mind wiped blank. The world stopped like it had on that very day of my falling. Time slowed down till it was slow as to stop. I felt the world around me pile with the weight of dread. He was alive. He was alive. He was alive. The boy survived. Fear did not consume be, but a sickly dread replaced what should have been fear. The boy lived though the hundred years. The sages must of saved him, in the same way they in a way saved me. That girl, Zelda must of also helped him find away to get though the age. A sudden realization stuck me. If the boy was alive the second piece of the Triforce was with him. Another piece of the Triforce to help me that much closer to my goal. That much close to power and my wish. The boy may have a silver lining. I felt the world coming back. The boy, where would the boy be? A dark humor tickled me, a roaring laugh echoed the temple and time seemed to unfreeze. The twin-rova with their back to me turned and showed a twisted smile. Of course they knew what I was thinking. Oh course it was so obvious.

"Ganon you are aware of what needs to be done" Both echoed, with their twisted smiles not changing.

I knew they knew what was needed to be done. And it was going to be done. I knew where the boy would be hidden. Yet the twin-rova had said something that had sparked and ancient interest. An interest that I had wanted forever.

"Masters, may I ask of something?"

"Yes, king Ganon get off your knees and ask" the both said with a hiss

"I wish to know the secret, the one that the sages have used on link the secret that you have used on yourselves"

"NO, you can not learn what should not be learned" One of them said with a carved hardness

"We will not teach you an art that has be savored from the beginning" The other said with the chill of the zoras glade.

"You are not strong enough, and the" The one in blue crooned

"price is too high to pay" the red laced robe finished

"MASTERS, I need to KNOW! YOU MUST TELL ME! YOU may BE MY MASTERS, But I AM YOUR KING! AND I ORDER IT !" I yelled my voice rumbling the temple and the sand vibrated with it. My voice pieced the walls and ate into the buildings for once in my life I saw the twin-rova flinch. I knew as king having the right over them, yet never before had I used it against them. Never. They trembled at my words. A few minutes of eerie silence passed as I had realized what I had done. The two took advantage and floated up towards me.

With a small whisper that had the effect of being stronger than a shout they said

"The price is high to pay and different for everyone and everything, Ganon are you willing to pay that price? Its immortality worth what it is worth, if you are circumcised from what could be what you need? Ganon are you ready to pay the price so than you may live damned? If you are we are ready to also"

I felt that familiar fear that I had as a child, for that I knew what they said was true and the way I acted was reckless. Yet the gift of immortality was a tasty poison. And I was ready to drink it. Or was I. How would I be cut from this world? How would they cut me from what I needed, how would it leash me. All would come in time. What mattered now was to kill the boy and be immortal, to savor ruling the world forever and to own everything that is to be. I felt the weight of pressure building and laying its self on me. The path of no return. The black road. I could feel there gaze weighing me. Like heavy stones boring into me. I turned to face them and whisper my choice. There expressions did not change, except for the fact that they grew tighter. They said nothing. The floated forward with grace into the temple center. They led me a stair well that I had not remember seeing while playing in the temple in my childhood. They floated into the dark and vanished, I followed after. The dark huddled me like a familiar skin. A faint blue light ended at the far side of the darkness.

I saw the two Smokey figures disappear into the blue. I followed right after them. The light was an ice blue that reminded me of the ice capped mountains that conquered the farther lands. The blue light still hung there, strangely it looked farther off. I let my large legs begin strides toward it. The blue light seeming to stay out of reach of destination. Strange occurrence happened to strike me. The blue light never seemed to get closer and the twin-rova had disappeared though it already. I begun to run, felling my steady beats pound into the floor a rhythm washed in. I continue to run forward, yet to no avail. The door was as far as it had been before, I began a dead sprint toward it feeling like a fool. As strange as it was that I could not reach the door I was in the light right after.

As if just thrown in. Leather boots stumbled on a smooth icy floor. I slid and feel to my knees and hands sliding across the ice. The blue room was and ice cave. I realized with a strange shock that I was back in the frozen mountains that I had traveled before meeting link and the Triforce and the power. The ice bled though the thick leather padding the covered my body. I took my scarf and remade my makeshift veil. The cave stretched out around me for what could have been miles. A huge monstrous dome made of ice. I had never known the twin-rova to keep portals to travel. But as of today there was a lot that I did not know of the twin-rova.

The two figures rose from the ice, their magenta eyes shining with a bone deep wary. Floating to either side of me they began muttering arcane words that I had never hear them speak. Wailing them out in a dark unison. Ending each word with a sharp hiss and spitting out syllables. A Bright flash burned into my eyes as I fell to the icy surface, a fire weaved its way though my amour and dug into my soul. To feel so much pain. My mind stopped and nothing occupied it for the fact other than pain. It bore its self into me, worse than the cursed master-sword I could feel it driving in burying me in more pain. I could feel my skin scorch and blacken even more under the fire. The searing heat, began to crack my leather as it broke apart, and bits of it flew across the ice. Leather burning on to my skin. A deep stench filled my nostrils, the smell of burning flesh. I could feel everything that touched me. I felt every little blister on me burst into small fountains of blood. My blackened nails, scraped along the ice, picking up shavings as they went and splitting at ends where the ice wouldn't give. A furnace consumed me. I could not feel the ice, nor could I feel the fire. There was no difference to me, all there was a dark pain.

Then it stopped. All the fire went away all the ice went away and I found my throat screamed hoarse, with my body in a bleeding mess and shape. The wound at my skull, that the master sword had created, had split open to reveal white bone underneath. A deep ache ran tremors though my body. I noticed the shallow yet wide pool of deep crimson liquid that I lay in. Yet a voice cried out the silence, a voice that was deep and rich. I felt sick, thinking was a pain. I let the darkness re-roll over me. Leaving the voice to its self.

I woke to find myself wrapped in bandages, my pain had washed off. The golden triangle on my hand burned fiercely, yet it left no mark other than its self. I felt no different. But strangely I had survived the all the pain which now seemed a faintly distant bad dream. Wounds and new scars cut and overlapped my body. The feel of the desert was welcoming, a mothers touch. I got up off the temple floor bare and naked. I just faintly remembered being striped apart by the fire and being torn to pieces. A pile of silky robes lay on the floor next to my sword. Strange that the sword be found from the ice like mountains. I bent over to pick them up and throw them over myself. The twin-rova left a note carved into the sand. Saying that the immortality had a price. Well the price was paid, I muttered.

Hefting the heavy sword on my back I made my way across the temple floor, to where the temple opening had now shown its self. I walked out. Sand swirled about as usual. I remembered my task and what the twin-rova had said. Link was alive... and it was time to return him the favor.

I knew where link was. The sages wouldn't be any smarter. They buried me in home, and they would burry him in his. The boy would pay, for everything and more.