A/N: So this happened. Happy belated Valentine's day :)
Ganon knew regret. He knew that the loss of a particularly useful minion often brought him to a state of annoyance that usually ended in the death of some grunt bokoblins, or whatever lesser creature he had enthralled by the hundreds at the time.
He had almost forgotten loss.
But how could he have forgotten it, when his hated foes constantly claimed victory over him, in one way or the next?
Quite simple, really.
He always came back.
Mida wouldn't.
He saw her take those arrows, saw the hinting of cruel, pus-like orbs warning the start of infection in her wounds when his powerful, foul, magic washed the air around her in deep, hatefully purple flames, torching the bastard Hylians who had kidnapped him and shot her.
None of the Gerudo had yet asked him why the building exploded in the blazing, angry tones of his purple, or why only he and Mida survived unharmed.
He appreciated that, more than anything.
They were also struggling to heal her, giving their damnedest to save Mida, even though they didn't have the resources for healing three arrows to a child, much less infection born of magic.
He appreciated that they were trying, too.
Good minions were hard to come by, after all.
Mida's parents had, for some fucking reason, taken him further into their little family, and Ganon was a little lost by their behavior.
They were acting more like he was Mida then himself, frequently hugging him, bustling him off for baths and playing in the yard, teaching him the intricacies of their Clan's-He hadn't known the Gerudo had clans, it was a humbling surprise-traditions, techniques, and history.
What history they had, anyways…
Ganon wasn't allowed to visit Mida, but then, why would he want to?
She was just a girl, and he was Ganondorf, he had no need of her till she was older…
He was only checking to see if he could visit daily because he wanted her parents to stop being so grossly affectionate.
That was all damnit.
He had questions for her after all.
First and foremost, why the hell did you fly off the handle and come to help me alone?
Second, where did you learn to kill, and how did you best twelve armed Hylian men?
Third, If you so much as CONSIDER scaring me this bad again I will END YOU, got it?
Not because he cared.
He just didn't want to find a new minion to handle his business later.
"Ganon, sweetheart," He froze, knife pausing mid-cut, "You've already made the strips of that Carrot thin enough to see through. You don't need to cut it anymore."
He gently set the blade aside and stepped away from the counter. "Sorry, miss."
Mida's mother smiled faintly at him, bustling his paper-thin slices into a pot, before turning around and dragging Ganon to her side in a one-armed hug, throwing him wildly off guard.
"She'll be fine."
Mida's mother was teaching him manners, so he didn't call the lie.
It's a week later he's allowed to visit. She looks so pale she might pass for a Hylian. Her veins are a startling purple along the lower parts of her limbs, and her long, previously flowing hair has been cut short to allow access to her back for the healers.
His fault.
He talks to her for hours on end, telling her everything important she's missed about his learning and hand-to-hand practicing, and then doesn't visit out of embarrassment for three days, in a loop.
The cycle continues for a month, when her condition worsens startlingly. The purple in her veins has spread to her torso and neck, and Ganon feels a burning in his throat at the sight of his own work, where on anybody else(except Mida's parents) it would have given him a vindictive pleasure.
He doesn't visit for a week.
It's been almost a year, and the purple has almost covered her entire body, splitting out and slowly infecting her skin.
The healers say they noticed because she screamed until her throat ripped when the purple overtook her veins entirely.
He throws up when he hears that, but he doesn't know why. He normally likes Mother's cooking well enough.
He stops visiting for another week, on the healers' orders.
Something about not needing vomit around an already sick patient.
It is a day before the one-year date that Ganon was taken and Mida shot that the little Trio Ganon has come to be a part of is called in to see Mida.
Her eyes are open, and they make Ganon's eyes burn just under his lids, because the only skin she has left untouched is a small streak between her forehead and chin, leaving her eyes, nose, and mouth intact.
The veins in her eyes are purple, and her iris' are turning yellow.
Her pupils are massive, and she looks without looking when they enter. Ganon waves a hand past her face.
She doesn't react to it in the slightest, and his chest tightens.
He looks away from her face, to avoid the peculiar sensation, and immediately regrets it.
Her fingers and toes are twisted and mangled, sticking out at unnatural angles, pulsing with sickly yellow scars, coating her hands and feet in thousands of slits and bruises.
Her left shin has a mark that looks like an infant Malduga took a bite out of her.
When Ganon wakes up the next morning, on the one-year anniversary, he realizes he hasn't used his magic in the time she's been ill.
He reaches for the endless black mass he knows is buried deep within him.
He finds nothing, and while he's livid, raging even, for the rest of the day…
A small part of him sags in relief.
It is two days after he realizes his magic is gone again that their family is called in again.
The yellow scaring covers her torso now, and the marks have exploded in number.
The looks like a training dummy after centuries of use more than she does a child.
She is wheezing, and the Head Healer says she would be screaming if her voice hadn't shattered hours ago.
The Head Healer hands Mother a knife, long and carved and with his sigil laid under many others, with naught more than a "Whenever you're ready."
Ganon knows a Mercy when he sees one.
He doesn't know why his muscles feel like they're crawling across his bones away from the knife, but he storms out to avoid it.
Mida's mom follows him.
Her mother does not.
Ganon doesn't see either of them for the rest of the day, because he's in the place Mida showed him, as he's often been finding himself, without really knowing why.
He can't hear the heartbeat when he's alone on the roof.
And the sunset is lackluster at best, with the clouds covering the entrance to their valley-home.
Just before the sun vanishes, he stiffens. In the distance, he catches the sight of a convoy approaching.
Hylian's.
At the head ride three horses.
A king(he's guessing), and two others.
He doesn't care to guess who those two are, and he doesn't leave the rooftop until they pass by where he is, heading for the city center.
He doesn't run home. He moves briskly because its dark and Mida's parents are probably worried.
When he gets there, the house is silent.
He finds her parents at the table, dead quiet, on opposite sides of the round surface.
The knife is flat on the table, and a small part of him lights up with...something.
When he wakes up, its stood straight, point pressed into the table, and the light gutters out, and dies.
Like Mida soon will.
Ganon...feels dizzy.
They're in Mida's room.
Mida, so frail and small and sp very, very dead, is…
Up.
Propped up, and chattering in her normal, animated way through a hoarse, misused voice, and Ganon feels pressure behind his eyes begging to be released because…
She's back to her normal color...
Her eyes are green again...
The yellow is gone…
She's okay...
She's okay.
She's healed, she's fine, but she's being propped up by LINK and healing her hands is ZELDA and NOTHING IS OKAY!
A/N: Surprise?