A/N: So I was talking to my friend Lixie the other day, and she showed me a picture that she had just finished drawing. I looked at it today, and was smacked with a good idea. Here it is.
This chapter is dedicated to Lixie.
Disclaimer: I don't own LoZ or the picture that inspired this.
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I gave you my heart...
And you broke it...
If I fixed it...
Would you take it back?
It had been like this Ganondorf's whole life. People never really liked him, anyway. Even when he was a child, people were cruel to him. It was a wonder he had even survived...
He was a toddler, sitting on an ornate Gerudo rug. His mother walked by him, barely even glancing in his direction. Baby Ganondorf giggled and stretched his arms out to his mother, gurgling merrily. She completely ignored him, walking out the doorway to report for guard duty. Being a happy child, Ganondorf didn't mind, but played with the pretty shapes on the rug, squealing and crawling around gleefully...
He was a small child, about 8, lying in bed at night. He could hear his mother's screams and moans. He was constantly kept awake by the loud thumping of the headboard against the wall. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks and onto the grubby, tear-stained pillow. Gone were the days when he didn't have to cry himself to sleep. He could barely keep his eyes open during training, and he came home battered and bruised from all the bullies in his class...
He was 13. His mother was on her death-bed after being wounded during a raid on Hyrule Market. Gone were the days when he cried himself to sleep and came home beat up. He was stronger, and top of his class. But his mother had never said that she was proud of him. That was what stung the most. He wished, just once, that she would look at him fondly and hug him like she did that day when he beat all the others in his class, but she never did. She hated him. He was nothing but a burden on her, and he knew it. He swore that someday, he would make her proud...
He was 18. Nabooru and he were to be wed when they had completed their training...
He was 20...
He was 30, a small kokiri boy was in his way...
He was 37. Link had grown up, and locked him away in the Sacred Realm...But through all his years, he had only thought of one person...Mother.
I love you, Mother...I hope you burn in hell.
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A/N: -balances baby Ganny on one hip- I hope you liked it. Baby Ganondorf was my favorite. Review and tell me what you think!