Chapter Four

Ganondorf

Finally, after long last, Hyrule was his to do with as he pleased. Farore and Nayru's chosen ones were at his mercy. All pieces of the Triforce were his to do with as he pleased. Nayru had been wise, as always, to choose Zelda once more as her own. At least the Princess had been wise enough to succumb to his rule when she saw no way around it. The boy however, he would take time to come around. But there was no doubt in his mind the boy would come around.

To think all those years ago, he had been bested by nothing more than a child. But none of that mattered anymore, not when he held the descendant in his clutches. He smirked as he strode down to the castle dungeons. He had instructed his minions to leave the boy unharmed. His mothers had always taught him to do his dirty work himself. It would be several days, if not weeks, before Ralis and Darbus were scheduled to arrive, plenty of time for the Demon King to have a little fun with his new toy.

He headed to the cell, the same where Link had been held during his first journey into Twilight, and smirked when he saw the boy chained to the wall. How stupid Farore had been to choose yet another of the same bloodline. The previous Hero had gone mad, the one before him had died of an infected wound. Not that Ganondorf was at all surprised. Voe were weak. He had been taught so every day of his young life, and had been taught to overcome it. His smirk broadened when he saw the glare on the teen's face. "I see you are awake," he crossed his arms, but did not open the cell door.

"Fuck you," Link growled, his blue eyes shining with pride. Ganondorf wasn't worried about that, though. The pride wouldn't last long. Though he may have been able to channel some of the boy's inner aggression to his advantage.

"Now is that any way to speak to your king?" the man asked and stepped into the cell. Link struggled against his chains, but to no avail. Ganondorf was pleased to see his monsters had gotten something right for a change. If everything had gone according to plan, he would have never even had to face the Hero, let alone in a one-on-one sword fight outside of the castle. But that had been the past, and none of that mattered anymore. He could have ensured Zelda's loyalty, even without the boy, but it was much more fun to watch them both suffer. Link continued to glare, but said nothing in response. "Now then," the man knelt to the boy's height. "You're going to tell me some things."

"Like hell I will," Link struggled once more, and failed yet again. Ganondorf tutted and slammed Link's head against the stone wall, laughing when he heard a sickening crack and the boy's scream. He watched as the boy whimpered in pain, amazed that he had remained conscious from the blow. Though, he figured Farore would not let her chosen one lose consciousness that easily.

"A mistake I will forgive you for once," Ganondorf said, forcing Link to look into his eyes. "Next time, such insolence will not be met with such mercy." Link growled again, but said nothing. Good, the Gerudo thought. A fast learner. "Your friends," the man drawled and grabbed Link's shackled wrist. "Tell me their names." He rolled his eyes when the boy said nothing. "Now boy, this can be as easy or as difficult as you make it be," he said, slowly bending Link's hand backward. The boy winced, but still said nothing. "Just the names," Ganondorf continued. "There's no harm in that." Still, silence. He rolled his eyes and snapped the boy's wrist backward, laughing when the boy screamed yet again. "You'll come around, boy," he said and stepped back.

He watched as the boy continued struggling. "Move all you want," he said, boredom in his tone. "Even if you manage to break free, you have no weapons, and you have no way of wielding them with that broken wrist." If he did not know better, he would have sworn he heard the boy growl. Perhaps he had spent too much time in his beast form. "For what it's worth," he said as he left the cell, locking the door behind him. "I would have given you the gift of death. The Princess insisted I let you live. I thought it best to keep her happy."

He was not worried about the stupid boy, not in the least. He had no way out, and even if he found one, nowhere to go. He pocketed the key and left the dungeon, studying the castle walls as he moved. He would have to have the Hylian crests taken down, burned even. It would set a better tone, after all. He had sent word to his fellow Gerudo, what remained of them at least, to join their King in their new kingdom. Those he had grown up around were long dead, but their descendants, however distant, lived on. Together, they would destroy the old world, the world built in the light of the Golden Goddesses, and build a new world in his image. As he had promised the boy, he would take his foul blade and blot out the light forever.