"There he comes."
"He will free us."
"We did as he asked."
"We will finally be able to leave."
Ganondorf, sword in hand, ignored the agitated spirits' whispers as his golden eyes scanned the room. If Zelda's words were true, this was his chance to get rid of the Hero. He had long since forgotten about honor, and wouldn't –couldn't- let this brat live, was he wounded and defenseless.
Heavy footfalls echoed into the room as he stepped forward, his eyes frantically searching every dark corner of the chamber. The four braziers that usually lighted the place had been blown out, but the lack of light did not seem to disturb him as he finally found what he was looking for. Kicking the monstrous corpse aside, his grip tightened on his blade as he stepped forward, carefully scanning the darkness. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. With a snap of his fingers a small flame appeared in his hand, and what he saw made him stop dead in his tracks.
Blood slowly dripped away into the cracked stones of the floor. A broken lantern, covered with the crimson liquid, was the only sign telling that someonehad been there. But now that person was gone. The only thing to be seen was his scowling face, reflected in the pool of already cooling blood.
The Hero had vanished without a trace.
Ganondorf's hands slowly clenched into fists as he spun on his heels. The room was full of spirits now, and an animalistic growl escaped his throat as he sheathed his blade. The ghosts wailed in pain as the Dark King stepped forward, as if burned by the fiery rage rolling off him in waves.
"You failed me," Ganondorf hissed at the darkness surrounding him. "You let him escape!"
His roar rang out in the silent room, and he started pacing around the extinguished braziers, hands clasped behind his back to prevent them from shaking with barely contained fury.
"I warned you," he growled between gritted teeth, "but it seems I was not clear enough."
His pacing came to a sudden halt as his gaze shot upward, toward the invisible crowd of ghosts and spirits. The Dark King sneered and the unseen swarm shifted uneasily, as if pierced by the Gerudo's golden gaze.
"Yes, you failed me," he said, "and now I shall keep up my end of the bargain. You will suffer for eternity in this place where you've already been trapped for all those years! That is the price of failure!"
The last words had barely left his lips that he heard the clatter of reassembling bones behind him. A cruel smirk tugged at his lips when a savage shriek echoed through the room.
"So you dare to challenge me," he breathed as he slowly turned around. "Very well."
His gaze locked with the empty eyesockets of a gigantic, bulky skeleton. Ganondorf sneered in disdain.
"Pathetic."
At this, the creature swung his huge spiked club at the Dark King, who had not even reached for his sword. Despite the attack being surprisingly fast, Ganondorf easily sidestepped the assault before charging the creature. Dark power coursed through his vein at his command before focusing into his palm, forming a dark orb around his clenched fist. With a single, powerful blow to the chest, the monster was sent flying against the wall as its limbs scattered all around the room. The Dark Lord straightened and dusted himself off as ghostly wails of surprise and panic rang out into the silent air. He could feel spirits leaving the room hastily, afraid that they were next in line.
"Anyone else?" Ganondorf roared as his eyes gleamed with a murderous rage.
Only silence answered him, and he sneered once more.
"Good," he spat. "I have no time for games."
With a snap of his fingers, a thick black fog fell over him in an impenetrable veil. When the mist finally cleared, Ganondorf had disappeared.
A loud crack echoed through the room as Ganondorf's fist connected with the heavy, wooden table before him, leaving a large hole into the piece of furniture where the blow had landed. The Dark Lord gritted his teeth as he tried to master himself, but it was no use. Thoughts of the Hero kept crossing his mind, reigniting the newly extinguished pyre of his fury.
"Curse you and your little tricks," he hissed as his eyes squeezed shut. "Curse you and your Goddesses!"
He sat with a sigh, rubbing his forehead as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs as his formidable mind began to analyze the situation. Finding the Hero would not be that easy, especially if the Goddesses had helped him escape in some way. He would have to send soldiers everywhere, maybe even enlist mercenaries who, while being capricious and fierce, were certainly more reliable and much smarter than bulblins and stalfos. Plus, soldiers would have to be sent back to the Arbiter's Grounds, for maybe the boy had not found what he was looking for. His anger had settled some now, and he stood, exiting the small room he had materialized in. When he entered his office, his eyes swept over the chamber, eventually settling on the armchair he had placed in front of the fireplace. Zelda had swung her leg over the armrest in a very unladylike manner, while her upper body rested against the back of the chair. She had placed a hand over her stomach in a motherly, protective gesture, just like he had seen her do so often lately. She was sleeping deeply, and Ganondorf could see the shadow of a smile dancing on her lips.
The last of his rage eased as he took in her peaceful state. In a rare moment of thoughtfulness, he silently stepped forward and scooped her up gently. She moaned and shifted in his arms, but did not wake as he carried her over to his bedroom. As he delicately put her down on the bed, he couldn't help but brush the soft curve her stomach already held. A smirk curled his lips as his magic picked the baby's weak but steady heartbeat up.
With this child and its mother as a tool, the Hero was doomed, and History would never repeat itself again.