Hey…I know this is quick in comparison to the last two chaps. I spent a bit of time on this one every day. This story is out of routine, and this chap is probably just fluff and horrid, please FoRgive me. I really have no clue where this is moving. Or how to get it there, lol. If it is crap don be shy just tell me its crap and I'll do better, lol. I think I'm going to raise the rating to r due to how ganon is progressing in my mind, and there are going to be darker chapters on the way, and I want you in a way to be prepared.
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Chapter 5

Fire and fear

The sand did not seem as fierce as I had once known it to be, now it seemed gentle almost soothing to what I had felt in the Ice Mountains. I could remember the pain in every detail; yet not even remember how or why it was so painful. So many things now seemed foreign and weak and fragile to what I had gone though. Nothing seemed as strong or careful. A new motive came into me, to find and kill him. The motive was not exactly new yet it had something to it that was different.

The only thing that was in need. A fountain of calm poured into me. I know what I had to do and I would do it. This was the beginning of a dream that had been buried those 100 years ago.

The old feelings of animosity toward link and Zelda seemed diminished. There were no more feelings for them. I knew my blood had frozen and I had chilled even being in the desert. I felt my heart grow colder and I did not feel the fire that had once burned into my bones. A cool sick calm that could send a stone to look excited. I knew, and yet I just simply accepted it. The time was cometh for him. A deep throaty growl came half way out in which meant to be a laugh, but filled in stead with amusement. The end of the desert was near, and I was remerging into the camp, fortress of which I spent the rest of my child-hood, the other half that was not occupied by the witches. The grain that spilt to the floor was different from the desert sand it was refined and smothered into powder to cover the ground instead of the rough coarse sand. It barley noticed the difference. Huge gates that speared into the sky with two sharp points that reached spans above the gate its self. Two olive-skinned guards came forward to stop me, and check. I had no patience for this. I had no patience for them; I did not have the time to let them question my sudden appearance. I took breath and spoke with thunder that held my voice.
"Stand aside, I am the KING, I AM GANON" Two deep creases frowned into worry on the two before me. I was not a man to scare my people but when they forgot who ruled them it was time to set them strait again. The two stuttered but did not make any movement or sign of letting the gates open for me. A took another step forward and one of the woman suddenly had a fierce fire in her eyes, one that matched the color of her flame like hair.
"There is no king! WHO ARE YOU? THERE IS ONLY THE QUEEN OF GERUDO PEOPLE THERE IS NOT KING AND THERE WAS NO KIN-"

Her words fell short and she dropped to the ground, I barley noticed, everything was so fast. Then suddenly the heavy black blade was in my hands, with visible crimson ooze sliding of the end. A body now lay in a deep red pool, that of which the sand would not even drink. The other guard had a sickly pale look to her face and yet there was that strand of toughness that nothing could break like some old worn root. It ran in all his people, a will to fight no matter what the odds and no matter what the consequences. The red pool slithered across the sand eventually until it touched the front of my boot as if to condemn me. None of my robes were stained and the black blade that swallowed light seemed to be growing in a manner of how much light it would eat. She picked up her sword that lay a bit the left of her and as quick as before she lay too on the soft sand with a thick pool of crimson around her. Two deep gashes slashed across the stomach and the throat of each guard.

Killing your own people was not something that a king should do. I felt cold as the blazing sun ranted at me with its force. I did not murder my people, yet a small loophole occurred to me to flee this guilt. 'Were they still my people now that they had this new "queen" who looked over Gurudo valley?' This puzzled and haunted me even more. I knew that I had been locked away for 100 years, I knew that I had been banished for some time. But these people, women, did not even know that once upon a time there was a king to them. That I was their KING! To exile one so great, I filled with furry, and rage all my calm had stretched out thin, like the blood on the sand. I felt the rage and anger build up, HOW DARE THEY EXXILE ME FROM WHAT THEY BELIEVED WERE NOT THE TWIN-ROVA TO KEEP MY PLACE HERE? WHY WAS SOM MUCH DIFFERENT YET STILL THE SAME. DIFFERENT TIME, SAME CHAOS. I spat, black spittle, making small little eddies in the blood. HOW DARE THEY. I muttered the old arcane words from my teachings so long ago. I truly felt it did not have to come to this, but as all things in time fell apart. On finishing my last word, a deep rumble and vibration shook though the ground and split a crack down the middle of the giant gates of which the crack spread and opened out into a deep cavern. The two doors of the gates followed the ground to either side of me. I stood there hovering above the deep chasm. I floated pass the where the gates had been and muttered some distant spells, with slow pacing the earth began to mend its self and the gates again stood where the were. I continued to take brisk steps, and walked into the fortress, which I would of once called my home, but that time had passed and something new had began.

I found the top of the fortress in the distance; I began my tedious walk toward it. I had put spells on the room to fend the use of magic against it. Strange and sick gut like feeling ate at me as I continued to climb, as if this was only to be expected to happen if I had disappeared for a while. The spiraling stair well was big enough for ten shoulders wide. I remembered the slippery tile and the odd sand stone step every now and then while climbing. The black blade calmly waited on my back. I reached the last step and in front of me were the two great doors to the throne room. This was a strange feeling having to walk into my throne room, to have someone else sit on it. She was a girl, no older than maybe 14 or 16. I let my mind race. How could a child take over a kingdom that I had built up? A mere CHILD! Who did she think she was? She was no queen, the kingdom never needed a queen, it need a iron-hand king. Even so she sat on that throne and watched me. The room was empty, there were no guards there was no one else other than me and her. She sat on a throne of ivory, while she had put my large onyx throne behind hers.

A sickly shock ran though me, my throne had a deep center crack in it that split it in two. Like the one from the temple, so my days as a king were over, my throne gone and my place taken. Anger began to bubble then was quickly put out by her crystal voice that rung against the hall of the chamber. She spoke as of clear-running water, as if a thousand crystals rang together, he voice was of pureness. I froze; it was a voice that I had not heard in a long time, a voice that I had long ago abandoned and a voice that I turned from to gain power. Sadness flowed into me, a deep sadness that I had not felt since touching the tri-force. A sadness that drove a man mad a sadness that would mould itself into anger eventually, I knew this was not the place or time. But how could she of followed, how could she of cheated time, to keep here with, to follow. How did she survive the hundred years that I was imprisoned for? It was not possible, yet the voice rung so clearly in my mind. So fresh, so clean.

"Ganon"

I shivered again as she called. I was alone now, there was nothing for me here, the people did not even remember their own king. Her fragile porciline face turned into me. She had blue eyes so clear you could see your soul in them. I saw myself, and my own dark now unfriendly eyes. I replied her call with a deep low rumble.

"How did you survive, the hundred years? Not for me of course, and why? GERUDO never HAD A QUEEN, GERUDO NEVER NEED A QUEEN, WHY ARE YOU HERE!" Tears began to welt into her eyes. I was a man of no patience and my heart had stopped beating for her a long time ago. I turned to leave, to see the large chamber doors close them selfs. I felt a deep growl roll out of me before I could control it. How dare she lock me in here, I had nothing more to say to her. I wanted to be away and let these old memories drown in my mind, only to resurface when I felt that I need it.

I wished now that I had never let my curiosity in me grow, to know who this queen was. I did not want anything from other than to be away.
"Ganon, I'm here because I loved you, I'm here cause I wanted to stay with you, because I needed you" Her crystalline voice ringing in the hall and stirring old feelings. I did not want anything from her, not even answers to the pain that now too like her seemed drown and gone. I felt my hand tighten around a haft strangely it felt comfortable there. I saw the sadness in her eyes that reflected my own, then I saw the fear. My hand still clasped the haft tightly and I felt a heavy weight in my arm as the light in the room grew slightly dimmer. She twinkled with the fear that I had seen long ago, also the hurt. Like before I felt the blade, swing with a sudden force and stop at her neck balancing on her shoulder with small red trickles of blood from the tip run down her ivory dress leaving red staining cracks. A small tear slid down her cheek, at which my heart clenched and I let the blade slide though. She fell forward, on to her knees, with both of her hands that clasped around her neck, where a thick darker blood seemed to contrast against her ivory skin, her beautiful porciline face. For once more I felt pain, a different pain that did not shatter bones or break skin, the pain that could kill a man faster than an arrow or a sword. She gave me one last fleeing look in her eyes of which I truly saw myself, what I was, was all there in her eyes. Red crimson flowers bleed around the marble and soaked into special pieces of sand stone. She lay there unmoving, I half expected her to get up, yet nothing did happen. I felt my heart clench once more then dug a hole in which I put the feelings in to bury in my mind. The hall seemed as lonely as every now and as vas, and each footstep I took rang into it. The walls echoed each footstep, each sound with accusation in its tone. Each step imprinted with guilt and sorry. I let my self walk out of the hall, and down the fortress stairs, winding their way down into the desert into the open.

The blade still hefted in my hand I stepped back out into the sun, none of the women dared look at me, all turned away as if only aware of what I had just done. The all knew what had happened yet they did not say a word. The all stood aside to make a path for me to walk though. A king Who was not a king, A man who betrayed his people for his self. All dark thoughts ran in my mind, which I mad no effort to smooth or kill. They let me continue my walk though them. This was how the exiled a member of the gerudo family. A most shameful way to leave the desert, to be out-casted. I laughed silently to my self, I was right to leave the people who did not even remember my name, who did not even remember a king. I was right to go.

No one dared to stand in my way, I was glad of that, I had destroyed my kingdom and needed nothing more to say to it. The deep cavern that had been her all that time ago now had a bridge built across it, I gingerly stepped across. I felt the home that I had loved gone, I had let it abandon me as I had abandoned it. The ground was harder than that of the desert, my boots not making prints anymore, nor did it slide under my feet. Time to forget and move on. Time to destroy what had destroyed me. I was so broken and I knew it, everything seemed so dulled out. I continued to walk feet finally leaving rock to a somewhat savannah, grass brushed my boots and the sun hung silently above, blood-red. Somewhat off in the distance I could see a large field of green.

I trotted forward, letting Hyrule consume me for a while a small space in my mind. The sun hung now at the edge of the field cowering to itself from the dark, from the shadows. The sun sunk past the hills into the ground like a creature in quick sand. I let out a short bark, a whimper of laughter, while the birds around me scattered about and away. How amusing that I walk into Hyrule with the shadows at my back. Another deep rumble shook acroos the field and sent the grass rippling.