Ganondorf Dragmire, the epitome of power. He was a god in all senses of the word. He just sat there, atop his throne, staring at the world his omniscient eyes. He knew everything that was going on. He saw every movement, every spoken word, and read every thought. He rested his chin on his left hand, now bored to tears as to what he could to.
Being a king wasn't quite all glamor and power. It was also patience. He had to be patient in waiting for an event to happen. But what event should there be today? He could destroy the land itself, causing turmoil, strife, and famine. He could make a tornado hit the largest cities, or he could have earthquakes destroy the farms.
As he thought about what he would try out, today, his loyal head servant quickly rushed into the room, kneeling waiting. "You may speak," Ganondorf told his servant.
"Yes, your majesty, as you wish," The servant began, "Your majesty.... another one of your slaves has tried to escape."
Ganon scowled at such a meager task. Another escapee? "Boil him alive in a vat of oil. If that doesn't teach the other slaves to give up, then nothing will," He ordered to the servant, lifting his head off his fist. He spoke with little enthusiasm. He did not need to bothered with such small tasks as killing another worker. The servant rushed to the exit, ready to carry out his master's wishes.
Ganon looked around his large throne room, once more, just to paint the image in his mind again, though he could change it at any time. For now, it was made from dark golden-brown bricks, with red and gold drapes hanging from the walls, and a long, matching, carpet rolling to the large double-door. Large stone columns line their way up to the throne, which stood to the ceiling. The chair wasn't all that comfortable, but he had to wear that dark, clunky, armor all the time, which was even less comfortable. After a while, it just became a little easier.
He rose his right hand, pointing it at the floor. The colors began to change. From red and gold, to black and white, to green and yellow, then back again. This was all to easy for him. Changing reality was nothing. He then looked to his ceiling. In the middle of the ceiling was a chandelier, just like the one in his original castle, where he acquired his powers. In the middle of the chandelier was a small glass sphere. This was the only remnant left of Ganondorf's god-mothers; Their crystal ball. He sometimes toyed with it, trying to figure out what he saw. He had the magical talents, but he never really was into those card tricks.
He pointed a finger to the orb, and it slowly was lifted off of the chandelier, and landed, as slowly, to the ground. He peered into it, only beginning to wonder what he may see. He could of just used his omniscient abilities to see, but felt that seeing it for himself would make the experience more enthralling.
He looked into the, seeing fire. He saw fire, and fighting, and catapults. He saw killing, and evil. Death and Trickery. Mayhem and war. He then saw a shining light, holding everyone's attention. The light stopped the war, the calamity. Ganondorf frowned, not caring for this image. It was probably just a foolish little skirmish being ended in with a blinding flash as Ganondorf, himself, appears, holding their attention.
He then saw another image. A large boar, standing in front of a lone wolf. Ganon didn't know what this image was. The two animals stood in blankness, both staring each other down. He didn't understand what this was, but he had a feeling it may just be the thing to break the monotony.
Then, there was a third image. This one was of an army. There was an army, all the same people. Then there was a small boy, maybe in his teens, facing the army by his self.
Ganondorf understood this image. One against a million. That meant his new challenge would be ready soon. His patience was being rewarded. Here was his event....
The Legend of Zelda: To Smite a God
The young man stood there, on the top of the cliff, looking down at his brethren, all working. A gentle wind blew through his blond hair as his blue eyes stared out into the fields.
He sighed, in discontent. He couldn't stand it. Why was it that he had been chosen not to work. He, a Hylian, just like them, but not truly a slave. He may have had to do their bidding, but they never gave him a task that was meaningful. Maybe they just pitied him. After all, he had lost his mother, and his sibling when he was so young. But that could not be it, because others were in the same kettle as he was. Maybe they just fancied him over the others. He had been given compliments before, though he didn't make much of them.
He looked to his right, his horse, large and brown, with a black, thick, mane, just seemed to stare out into the midday sun, not caring for anything. It just seemed to enjoy this time, spent in the light breeze of the north winds.
Link. He wondered why his mother had named him that. He had once overheard a conversation between one of the Gerudo masters, Iora, and a Hylian, speaking about that. He heard them say that when she said my name, there was an almost mystic feeling when she said it. Link never understood them. He was only seventeen, he didn't need to understand them.
"Link. Oh, Link!" He heard someone call. He turned, holding onto his horse's reign, seeing it was one of the masters. She was shorter than him, almost two heads. She had luscious red hair, tied into a single ponytail behind her head, though it had a tendency to get over her shoulder. She was garbed in the same kind of clothing as the rest of her family, with purple and gold. She was a few years younger than him, and usually, if she was asking for him, it would always end up with her saying the same thing 'will you marry me?' He never understood her, o why she would like him, but decided not to ask questions.
"Yeah, Leanya?" He asked as she approached.
"Link, we have a problem. There's going to be a ball tonight, and I don't have anyone to go with. Would you like to go with me?" She asked, hands together. She was trying to put on a cute face, hoping that it would decide for him. Truthfully, he didn't like Leanya like that, but he still had to listen to orders, and if he said no to Leanya, her father would end up telling him to go.
"Uh.. Sure," Link answered hesitantly.
Leanya smiled, before saying, "Of course... you can' really go like that" And she was right. He wore the clothing of a simple child. Rags of dark green and brown and white, leather boots, and a belt.
"Right," Link agreed, knowing that if he went like this, he would be mocked by everybody there. "But, uh.... you do realize that I'm Hylian. I thought you weren't allowed to bring any of us to formal gatherings, and stuff?"
"Usually, no, but this ball is special. It is being held by the King, himself, and we are each allowed to bring one of our slaves. Truly, you'll be my date, even though you'll probably end up serving other people food."
Link mentally sighed at this. That didn't sound like a fun night out. "Well, I guess I should get something a little more formal. Maybe a tux, or something."
"Yep, and make sure you wear your glasses. Just because you don't like wearing them, doesn't mean you don't need them. And you look so cute while wearing them."
Link grumbled a bit at the mention of his glasses. He was slightly near-sighted, and required glasses for seeing things far off. He never wore them, though, because he never seemed to need them. All of the chores he was given were up close.
"Oh, don't whine so much about them," Leanya said, crossing her arms, "Besides, most slaves don't get such fine things, such as glasses. It won't just make you look good, it makes the whole family look good."
"Fine, I'll wear the damn things, but I won't like it," He finally gave up with even arguing with her long ago. It was a pointless endeavor.
Leanya looked over at Link's horse. "So, how's Chana doing? Okay?"
"Yeah," Link answered, befuddled that she would ask that, "But, uh, why do you ask? She's always all right."
The Gerudo girl shrugged, saying "I dunno. Curiosity, I guess. She just always looks so content. Even if she wasn't fed for days she looks like that. It just freaks me out.... so, should we go pick you a tuxedo, now?"
Link nodded, knowing that they would eventually have had to.
Twenty minutes later, after Link and Leanya led Chana to the stables, and they made there way into the house, a fairly large house, thought it wasn't the largest testament of this family's status. The family's largest, and most noticeable, factor was that they were invited at all to Ganondorf's ball. He held one every year, as celebration for his victory one hundred years ago. But this Ball would be different than any other, and that was what made Leanya want to go.
Everyone knew that every one hundred years or so, a Gerudo male was born. In such a large amount of land, there was bound to be one, but since his victory, there had been several. Being this would be the one hundredth year, Ganondorf decided to have a little sport. Several Gerudo men would fight in a contest. The winner would have there blessing's from the king himself. Some wondered if anyone would challenge the king. Or, at least, they did years ago. Nowadays, no one dared challenge him.
Link and Leanya entered a large closet, lit by the light of small window, so it was hard to see all of the clothing. "Okay, there should be one that fits you," Leanya said, picking one up. "Try this one."
Link, again, sighed, taking the clothing, then heading to the adjacent room, where he could change.
Coming back out, Leanya snickered lightly. He looked humorous, with sleeves too long for his arms, and the pants practically falling. "Maybe we need something smaller?" Link suggested.
Leanya nodded
Soon enough, Link had found the perfect attire. A dark brown tuxedo with a slim black bow tie, tied near the top. It was a tight fit, but it was better than nothing.
"You look dapper," She commented, smiling.
"Yeah, I guess I do," Link said, feeling a little more confident then he had a second ago.
Ganondorf stepped outside his castle, looking at the grey skies that always surrounded the gloomy palace. He always noted that he could have changed the skies, but preferred it this way, though even he didn't know why. He looked forward, down the cobblestone pavement that led to his horse-drawn carriage. He was wearing his armor, though he used his magic to change it to a more formal shape; it was darker, with the symbol of Ganondorf over the breastplate, an upside-down Triforce, colored red.
He stepped inside the carriage, scowling as he looked back at his castle. His not-so-humble abode, as many called. Soon enough, Ganon would be at his one hundredth year celebration, and would be sipping wines and eating the finest meats.
It was now evening at the closest City, Dornyua. There, they were holding the ball.
"I feel like an idiot," Link whispered to himself as he and Leanya exited her father's carriage. Leanya was wearing a beautiful red dress, woven from rare silks only found in green tektites. Her hair was let down, so it was went over her shoulders. She held onto Link's arm, making him a little uncomfortable.
The two walked on a long carpet into the large building where the ball was being held. It was a large stone building that was once used for religious purposes, but after Ganondorf took over, it had become obsolete, and was renovated.
As they entered, Link noticed that there were numerous people already here, though most were Gerudos. There were a small portion of Hylians, though each seemed to be holding silver trays, or were bathroom attendants. Link also noticed that some people had been glaring at him and Leanya. Obviously, people didn't like a gerudo holding a Hylian's arm. Great. Somehow, I know that by the end of the night, I'm going to have a whole in my face.He said to himself as Leanya brought him over to the corner of the room.
"Okay. Being this is your first ball, there are three rules. One, don't look anyone directly in the eyes. Two, try not to touch anyone while dancing. Three, don't get killed." Link gulped. He would do his best to uphold the third rule.
Ganondorf stepped outside his carriage. He was at the back of the building. He was going to take the back entrance to the party, and, as always, make quite the entrance. He put his hands together, creating several pops, then entered through a small wooden door.
He made his way through the back of the building, until he was at a large, steel double-door. He put both hands on the doors opening them with ease. "Good evening, everyone! He called out with great, yet faked, zeal. He cared little for this party, though there was an entertainment factor.
He came out on a large stage, the same he always entered.. "As I am sure you all know, today is the day that we Gerudo celebrate our victory. Today, we celebrate the day we became free. And the day our oppressors became our slaves!" there was an abundance of cheering as he said that. After all, most people agreed with him, for if you were caught disagreeingyou were sentenced to death.
Link winced as he heard the king's speech. He talked about how originally, the Hylians had the lush land, while the Gerudos had to suffer with th dessert, and how the goddesses betrayed them, until, one day, Ganondorf Rose to power, seized the throne, and became a god. Everyone had heard the story before, but cheered anyway. Link didn't cheer. How could he? He looked at Leanya. She wasn't yelling or cheering. She was just smiling. She did know that she would be living in the dessert if it wasn't for him, but she wasn't entirely into the enslavement.
"Now that I've finished my boring story," Ganondorf began, trying to sound humorous, "How about we get the band playing?" He asked, looking over to his left. There was a fairly large band, mostly consisting of string instruments. Though there were percussions and a woodwind or two. As the music began playing, Ganondorf left the stage, heading for the table wear his top chefs would prepare a feast large enough for the king and then some.
Leanya took Link by the hand, into the middle of the room, where many others danced slowly. Link wasn't the greatest dancer, but at least he only had one left foot. They danced slowly, Link's left hand around Leanya's back, right near her waist. "Well, Link, I didn't know you were a good dancer" She complimented, making the boy blush, if only slightly.
Ganon looked up, hearing her speak from across the room. ...Link. He said to himself. He must have been imagining things. Link.... Link .. That isn't possible.... unless...As he realized something, there was a cry of shock. Several, in fact. There were yells of "Renelians" which was a term used for Renegade Hylians. Many people used the term when slaves revolted. Ganondorf also knew that it was used rebel groups rose. This one, he saw, was very persistent. He liked persistent.
He could tell it was themby their battle cry. It was like the mixture of a lion's roar, and a wolf's howl. It pained the Dark King's ears to even think of the noise. Hearing it was even worse, it was so strident. He stood up, looking at the door. The Renelian group that was here, the Zeldanians, named for the ancient princess, were more of an annoyance then most would guess. They were cunning, they were strong, and best of all, they liked to stay and fight.
The doors to the entrance swung open with such force, they almost fell from their hinges, as several men, all in knight's armor, like that of the old times, stormed in, all waving around swords, spears, axes, and so on. Ganon smirked. So, they had come to 'ruin his fun'. If anything, this pleased him.
Link and Leanya stopped dancing immediately as the men stormed in. Link rushed Leanya over to the dining table, and told her to hide under the table cloth. He didn't want her getting hurt. Then again, he didn't want to get hurt either.
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End of chapter 2. I know, kinda long, kinda boring. But the ending... heheh. Next chapter soon, hopefully. I'll try to update this story every week or so. But no promises.