Author's note: Sorry I haven't updated for a while and that it's a bit short. But here's an update. Hope you enjoy :)
Karrah woke up to a door banging shut and looked up at Ganondorf, strolling into the room as though he was just visiting a friend. In a way Karrah hated him for it. She wasn't his friend, even though her mind kept trying to tell her that. She was his prisoner.
"I was told you wanted to talk to me?" He said.
"I had a dream. About the woman. I heard her." Karrah said sleepily, rubbing her eyes as Ganondorf sat down.
"What did she say?" There was a certain urgency in his voice and it intrigued Karrah. The urgency in his voice made her briefly wonder if she should keep the information to herself, but she had already told him about the dream.
"Not a hell of a lot that I could understand. But I think she said something about you. I don't know what. It was like I could hear the words but at the same time I couldn't. It's hard to explain. But it was like she was talking to me, not just as though someone was talking to me in a memory, but like she was talking to me as though she knew me. How does that work?"
"It was a dream. People talk to you in dreams. It doesn't necessarily mean anything."
"But it was like a memory! Or a dream of a memory. Something like that. I don't even know what I'm on about, I'm just confusing myself." She rubbed her face and sighed.
"If it was a dream of a memory, then it would have adjusted so that you felt like you were actually there. Until you have any better information than that, you'll have to stay here."
"But maybe something outside will jog my memory." Karrah cut in as Ganondorf rose to leave. He looked at her as though she were some kind of weird object or young child that had its first good idea considering its age. Karrah looked at him, hardly daring to hope. Ganondorf nodded once and Karrah grinned.
"But you won't leave my sight. I'll make sure of it."
"Of course. All I want is some fresh air for a change."
"I can see how it would get a bit tedious for you, seeing the same room each and every day and sitting in the same stuffy room for days on end, even if you haven't been in here all that long."
"I haven't been outside since I woke up in your bloody cell. I'm helping you, so the least you can do is let me see the outside world every now and again." Karrah stood up and looked up into Ganondorf's face, wondering if he was changing his mind. He smiled slightly.
"Calm down. You'll see this world. But it may not quite be what you expect it to look like." Karrah frowned, unsure about what Ganondorf was meaning. Any way she looked at it, she was about to find out.
"Well, not what I was expecting at all. What I saw in my dream memory thing was grass and castle walls or something. This… definitely isn't that." Karrah looked around, taking in the brownish buildings and sandy landscape. There was pretty much no sign of greenery and she started to understand why everything felt so hot. She held up her hand and shook her head.
"Please don't say I told you so. I feel like I have heard that a hundred times at least. Don't know who from, but I feel like I've heard it."
"Somethings are still bleeding through your subconscious. Helpful, given the circumstances."
"I don't even know why you need to know all this stuff, Ganondorf. Why is it so important that I remember and do I actually want to trust you enough to tell you if I do remember?" I looked at him as I breathed in the hot air. I was starting to think it was better inside than out.
"Our people hate each other if you do not recall. I doubt that telling your enemy about the things you remember is such a smart plan, let alone trusting them."
"But not simply telling you would make things more inconvenient for you?"
"Precisely."
"It's not like torture is a very good form of extracting information anyway. You can't tell if the person you are interrogating is telling the truth or simply saying what you want to hear. I suppose you have to trust me as much as I have to trust you, yes?" Karrah was a bit nervous as she waited to get an answer from Ganondorf. Slowly he nodded.
"When you put it that way, yes. I suppose I do. There are ways of telling if someone is lying, but the best person at telling if someone is lying, well, let us just say that she is MIA."
"You look kind of sad about that. Why?"
"It is none of your concern."
"And I thought we were just starting to trust each other." Karrah shook her head, confused. What was it that Ganondorf wasn't telling her? Probably a lot of things. She turned and looked back inside the building she had just come from.
"Do you wish to go back inside?"
"It's cooler in there than it is in here, and I suspect I won't remember anything out here except when I was captured. By the Goddesses, I wish I could remember everything. Wish I hadn't forgotten at all. But then I probably wouldn't still be alive."
"Yes, Ren is rather looking for an excuse to kill you." Ganondorf said it so amiably that Karrah looked at him in shock.
"You say it as though it's a normal occurrence."
"That's because it is. She's always looking for an excuse to kill someone."
"Why?"
"Because she's Ren. What other reason does she need?" Ganondorf smiled slightly and Karrah shook her head.
"You're insane."
"I'm so glad you noticed! I've been working on it for years." He said sarcastically and Karrah shook her head as she was guided back indoors.
"What the hell have I gotten myself into?"