Ch: 7
Lessons of the past
(Bonus Chapter)
Ganonndorf
"Is it done yet?" I snap at the phantom before me. He just lets a puff of air out as he continues with the chance.
The shadows seem to collect in the center of the circle as a figure starts to form. Starting with the legs and going up. Forming an all too familiar form of the hero. Red shining eyes just staring ahead before it blinks and look around him. Noticing all the battle scars and burn marks inside the castle. Blue fire lighting the hallways with purple every now and then. Making the place seem dark then it was previously before the takeover.
"Shadow Link, the bane of Link's existence." Vaati shouts at his half form body. His eye is completely form on a round ball making his main body. Dark shadows still swirl around him and where his wings are supposed to be.
"Dark Link is better." I mumble under my breath but it seems that the phantom did not hear as he gloats about his new creation to stop the boy. Know about the hero of the past would most likely fail if not slow him down to the final fight.
"Go and defeat Link my creation." Soon the sinks into the ground until completely gone from sight. The room seems to grow just a tad lighter at his disappearance.
"Have you found the power you are looking for phantom." Vaati just snarls at the name before turning around to face me. Making himself appear bigger than ever as his teeth mash together. Such a pitiful creature.
"I told you I am the real deal, just my last defeat left me powerless trying to avoid being sealed again." I raise my eye brow question.
"Then why are you a phantom. In my experience you can only create them. Not turn into one that I personally know of." The one eye monster just stops and thinks before smirking again.
"I know of a spell that can turn people into phantoms. It is a last resort and an very old spell. I believe from the 'Ancient Tribe' that made Majora." Very old legend indeed but I am still not convincing a powerful mage like Vaati would do that to himself. It matters not if he is the real deal or not. Everything is going according to plan.
"You still did not answer my first question, your powers?" I look darkly at thing before me as if willing it to protest. The thing just scowls again.
"Doing well except someone has already taken the first gem of power." He pauses before continuing. "The same man I felt is with Cia. Know about her?" his voice is now smug mentioning my last failed pawn. My face twist in anger as a feel fire coursing through my body as a growl escapes my throat.
"Be quite fool." My voice rumbles. "She is only a pawn to bring me back and succeeded in her purpose and right now she is only good for one thing. Distracting our heroes and to lure Zelda out of hiding. From what I understand is that she is doing a good job of distracting them right now unlike some people." I hint at Vaati who is now seething. "You could not even get a gem."
The phantom screams in rage as he rushes to me only to stop in stun silence as I lift my hand up. A sinister gran is probably on my face now as he realizes the power that I have over him. I can easily stop him with a little command. Now little phantom, I have you when you excepted a little of my twisted magic. His one eye widens as he looks at me.
"That's right," I mock him. "You no longer have a choice until the Hero is defeated. One more question for today, is this man dangerous to our plans?" The thing before me stare at me speechless.
"I am not your pawn." He speaks out, voice shaking.
"Oh, of course not. I just have some safety precaution in case I get stab in the back nothing more." I lie easily. He just rolls his eyes at the commit before excepting my answer.
"I am not sure but his magic it tainted. There is a wound in his magic and he is leaking all over the place but the flow of magic states he is a big player regardless. One that is familiar with death and destruction, hence the reason why I called him the east wind. Its an old scripture reference." Ah yes. I am a little familiar with that even though I mostly learn about gerudo life than theirs.
"I seeā¦" is my only reply to this because I need to figure out if he will ruin my plans later on. He seems to be a capable fighter of mix disciplines. I then pull out a glass ball that is showing the battle that was fought earlier between Cia's group and the Hero's group.
I watch the foreigner as he dances around in the fight and pushing the shield away. Not carrying about the fated heroes. They just seem weak and unorganized, diffidently not use to being in a team. The stranger on the other hand diffidently showing brute strength but the way he swings that sword around reminds me of something. An old Gerudo dance that we receive as a story. Very old story with no words to it. It is remored to been pass from Hyrule to my people.
***Flash Back***
The fire flicker as all the gerudo sit around in a large circle. All eyes looking at the two in a circle with swords drawn and circling each other. An elderly gerudo is closer in the middle through spices into the fire and creating red smoke in a flash.
"A worrier who children could see ventures to man's world for strength." The elder's hands raise again as she slowly walks away from the fire and around the group. She pauses in front of me and locks eyes.
"Strength that only the light skin claims to have. The sand goddess saw this young worrier and brought him the desire to steal the champs away to bring new green fields of the waist places. It starts in the light skins contest of power." On que the two in the middle clash with swords striking against each other.
The swords lock by the hilt as the two women jump back. One role forward while the other flips back showing the talent of the gerudo worriers. All practice for the dance of swords as the elders has told me. To perform the dance with precise details or else the goddesses will be angy.
The one that flip back rush up to the other and drop one leg out twirling in a windmill like motion as the other jumps over the leg twice before jumping on her head doing a hand stand before flipping off and blocking a blade in midair. Using the opponents blade she push herself further back away from her opponent.
Her opponent starts twirling her blades as she rush at her while flinging sand everywhere as she brings the blade down on the sword shattering it. As the other girl stumbles away and falls down.
"The worrier lost sight of the true goal my prince and only saw with his eyes at the power." The other elder sitting next to me whispers the hidden meanings of the dance. "The sand goddess has shown us his fate as he sleeps and tries to wake."
The worrier on the tries to get up two other times until the victor strikes only to have the worrier to roll away then flip to the far end of the circle traveling around and not getting closer to the victor. A stick with fires on both ends. She twirls them then throws it up into the air then catches. Throwing out a couple of attacks at the victor only to have it dodge and the worrier backs away before tossing it away.
A gourd of water is thrown at her as she drinks it then spits it out. The rare water into the sand beneath him signifying of some spiritual event of some type. Not knowing what I look at the worrier for more. All of a sudden, a flash comes from the fire as the elder in the circle throws more powder into the fire. The smoke forms woman, most likely gerudo, that then bows down to the worrier before the worrier picks up sand and throws it into the fire and nothing happens as everyone stops until the fire grows weaker and forms a dark smoke, forming claws before disappearing as the worrier falls down again.
Smoke forms around the circle, covering the worrier completely from sight until it starts to move away. The worrier has a fan this time swiping it all over the place and jumping over the victor and bump him on the head.
While this is happening two gerudo woman enter the center of the circle before one of them jumps unto the others shoulders and catching two swords. One in each hand as they face the victor. The two gerudo tower over anyone and seems ginormous to anyone as the victor jumps and twirl around the giant figure. Leaping and acting like it is attacking. The victor then grabs the torso of the woman and swings around. Her feet acting like they are running in the air before she flings off and skids in the sand on impact. Sword flying behind her as she lays still.
The worrier picks up her broken sword while this is happening and picks up the other piece of it and puts it back together. A clear snap is heard and the worrier leaps into the fray. Swinging the sword at the giant. Soon the giant is disarm and on the ground as the worrier runs up to one of the giants sword and picks it up, then running away as only half of the giant gets up and picks up the other sword.
The victor then leaps up and grabs its own sword and charges after the now half giant. With one swift kick the giant falls down for the last time. Walking out of the circle are the two people. The victor and the worrier.
Soon the worrier takes off dragging the sword in the ground as the victor follows her. The move all over the circle while the worrier still drags her sword on the ground until a symbol starts to form. My eyes pop out as I recognize the old symbol of power among my people. The worrier turns around and holds up her sword. Two other gerudo flips into the circle behind the worrier and draw their swords, pointing the swords at the victor and everybody stays still. The elder in the circle walks up in front of the worrier and throws something into the ground. Blinding my eyes for a few seconds before I could gain sight. In the middle is nobody around not a trace of the symbol or anything as I rub my eyes.
The people start getting up and preparing to go back home to the great city. I look over at my mother. She looks back at me with a twinkle in her eye as if she knows exactly what I am going to ask.
"Mother," I enquire. "what does this dance mean?" She pauses to think about it.
"Some say its about the past, some say it's the future of some foretold prophecy, while others say it is a lesson. No one knows the direct meaning of the dance." I furrow my eyebrows at my mother's comment. Thinking of what it could mean.
"I think its new." She smirks at my comment.
"Why do you think that my king?"
"No history that I have ever learn has anything remotely similar. No cycle, no retellings, nothing else but this. I think it represent the power of change." My mother blinks in surprise at me, marveling the wisdom of my comment.
"Maybe, its time to go home my king. For we have a long day tomorrow." She slowly gets up with the two elders know behind her as they wait on me. I slowly get off my knees and start heading home for the night pondering the dance not so long ago.
***End Flashback ***
I blink a couple of minutes confuse at why such a memory came up before shaking the thought away. I have to get some monsters to scare off Cia from the forest. Maybe into the desert and kill them. I chuckle at the thought of how easy things are going.
The funny thing about this chapter is that I got carried away so it was not plan to go like this but it does give story depth and other things that will fit in with the story line a little to well (Foreshadowing). I am sure building up a good base for the story finally. Now to delve into the mystery and action.
I am a little surprise at myself. (Correct me if wrong) but I always imagine that writing a fighting scene is hard to do but it is coming easily. (Mostly) This story was suppose to be mostly talking and observing, etc. but I do decent fight scenes.
Thank you for the support and I am glad that you guys are enjoying it.
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Spoiler- (Hint)
If you have no idea who the stranger is yet then here is a hint. Figure out the translation of the people's names from the Zelda games. Can't make this easy for you spoilers. It makes the hints in the story understandable. No I am not pointing out the hints until I revel the who he is. It might confuse you if you do figure it out but you will find out in due time. (I hope not)
