The night had ended at long last. The dancing pair had halted in movement, their silent orchestra winding down their rhythm. Not many words were given afterward, nothing outside of simple pardons and farewells as the two returned to their quarters for the night. Ganondorf had expressed his plans to move forward with the Hylian-Gerudo pact before they parted ways at the end of that darkened hallway. Standing there in between their bedrooms was Zelda, her expression practically illuminating the shadowed corridor with her joy. A bow was given to him from the Queen while she sang out her gratitude. The atmosphere was still welcoming, despite both having hesitations about the other. The man vied for the relic which rested dormant within the woman, whereas she only sought out the betterment of her people. Neither were so daft as to not notice each others reserves, though they did not acknowledge it yet. It was still too soon to be so bold. Acting now would destroy the charade, and their boundaries would be crossed. If that happened, they would get nowhere close to what they wanted. Ganondorf, the Triforce, and Zelda, her kingdom's peace. Such as it was, the two departed ways for the evening and left for bed.
Both individuals had trouble with sleep. In the furthest room was Zelda, who tossed and turned anxiously. Torrents of thoughts assaulted her mind. The idea of putting any real amount of faith into the Gerudo was questionable and well worth a sleepless night. If only that were what kept her awake. Beyond her transparency with Ganondorf, the young Queen twisted her body about in pain. Her body arched, unconscious, dampening her simple night gown with perspiration. Nightmares of the looming darkness assaulted her, filling her senses with dread. Never had she dealt with such terrible things until this night. From outside of her dreaming realm, an ominous glow pulsated from her hand. It was Wisdom, beginning to wake from its slumber. The relic was screaming out to Power, lusting to be near its counterpart. Being this close and yet so far away pained it. They were born together, meant to be together, to die together. So close without touching caused an uncontrollable light to burst from the Hylian's right hand. Then, a bleeding of the two occurred. Zelda had stopped her movement, still sound asleep. Something peculiar was about to begin.
Around this time in the other room was Ganondorf. He had laid in his bed while in the comfort of his dark pants, free of any other clothing. The man had not fallen asleep yet. No, and how could he? A bitter glance towards his right hand spoke the answer for him. Seared flesh of light ached him. The relic was practically screaming by this point, causing his body to produce beads of sweat and for anxiety to swell in his belly. Something somewhere was stirring the Triforce. In generations past—when Zelda had been a different Zelda—having the Triforce near did not automatically awaken it. He recalled fondly of the time he abducted Zelda when she was a strong-willed princess in pink, and the 'Hero' was a boy who leapt through time to stop Ganondorf's disastrous plans. Even back then, when he had her captured and the two were perpetually close, the Triforce did not behave in such a way that would cause him this grief tonight.
It was when he resigned himself to this annoyance that an aura of purity filled the room. Flecks of gold and light flitted around, dusting his room with an angelic presence. The first snowflake of light dashed by his eyes, then the second. The Gerudo sat up straight, his impatience and frustrations controlling him. He gazed around the ambient lit room, seeking out any perpetrators. Finding none, the man gruffed loudly. Then, a warmth pooled behind him. It felt as though someone were there, though all that was there was the headboard to his bed and the chilled stone wall. It was perplexing, perhaps even more so when he tried to peer over his shoulder, only to discover his body was frozen still. Some sort of sorcery was up to no good with Ganondorf. They picked the wrong man to toy with. He was the Gerudo King of legend, the eater of worlds, not to mention practitioner of dark magical arts. These dancing lights would be expelled as soon as he had control over his body again. The man groaned loudly, as if begging to be answered by whoever was conducting this little parlor trick.
"Calm your mind, Child of Din, Descendant of the Imprisoned One." A gentle, feminine voice recited from behind the Gerudo. The man tensed up at the vaguely nostalgic tone ringing through his ears. While everything around him should cause him to ease up, the man could only feel defensive and angry.
"Do not speak my titles," Ganondorf began, a resounding darkness in his words. "I am born to never forget them. Who may be so insolent as to speak them to me, as if I were a fledgling who forgets his roots?"
"Settle down, Gerudo King. Your tension is invalid here. I come with good intentions."
"You ask me to quell my anger, yet you still hold my body still by your magics."
After a moment of silence, Ganondorf began to wonder if the presence had disappeared from fear and left him in this immobile state. There was a pulsing warmth on his back still, so that was unlikely. Light began to burn together from behind the man, those sprinkles of golden light sweeping up and forming together. The man was burdened with curiosity to peek at what was happening, but still, his body remained in its stasis. He clenched his jaw in frustration and shut his eyes, awaiting for the moment when his body would once again have free movement. He had the right mind to punish this presence who knew his heritage quite severely. Apparently, he needn't wait long. The heavy atmosphere faded, and Ganondorf saw no sign of any remaining flakes of light. His body felt lighter, too. His shoulders shrugged low, relieved. A breath, no louder than a whisper and as gentle as a warm breeze, caught his attention. He swung around, twisting his torso so he could see what was finally behind him. Long locks of red tresses tumbled into his face, but he could see past his hair what was there. Who was there. Again, the Gerudo was frozen, but this time it was not from magical properties. Eyes wide, tongue tied, the man gazed up at the seraphic figure who sat just behind him. Her hair was elegantly long, made up of woven gold. Her dress was creamy white, but the angelic dress she wore was far more pure. A crown of beaded jewels rested over her head, yet those gems did not shine nearly as bright as her blinding blue eyes. Taking in her form, Ganondorf almost believed it was Queen Zelda who sat behind him. No, it wasn't. Although this was one of the first times he's ever seen this woman, for some reason, it felt like he had seen her plenty of times before. His ancestor's memory at work, without a doubt. Not just his memories, but his emotions as well. A swell of anger and joy formed within him, but he remained silent as he stared upon the woman.
"Ganondorf, shall I douse my light for you? Are you blinded by my form?" She asked simply, clearly noticing his stunned form and his roots in the darkness. The man shook his head and gave her a snarky gruff of sound.
"I am not blind, Hylia."
"Ah, I wonder who's emotions seep into you right now as you speak my name."
"Do not speak to me as if I am a condemned beast," Ganondorf began, albeit he knew that was exactly what he was. "I see no reason for you to be here, your attention on me of all people." At this, the goddess' unreadable expression twinged, a frown forming on her lips. She rose a hand, as if to silence him.
"I've come to inform you on the coming danger—"
"Inform me? I know of what I am doing, Great Goddess. How daft you've become!"
"I do not speak of your lusting for the Triforce, Gerudo." This immediately grabbed his attention, his expression softening to a degree from his curiosity. "I speak of a separate, greater doom that will spread a venom through the land."
"Oh, don't tell me," Ganondorf quietly scoffed, an incredulous look on his face. "I can't believe this...are you here to ask for my aid? You're as weak as your mortal incarnation, Hylia."
"Ganondorf—" But before more could be said on her behalf, the woman was shocked to find Ganondorf's hand firmly grabbing her forearm. He did not fear touching a goddess. Part of him wondered if he even could, as she was a divine being. Yet, he could not forget that he, too, was forged from a similar being. Although his sudden action was taken with the intention of intimidating the woman, she allowed him to hold her arm. Her other hand slipped forward then, resting kindly on top of the man's. It was now Ganondorf's turn to be shocked by her response and the tender warmth radiating from her touch. His golden eyes were fixated on the touch, but they eventually rose to meet her gaze again, all of his anger seemingly flushed away.
"You have a part to play in all this, as does she."
"Queen Zelda."
"The chosen ones of the goddesses must work together. A great evil beckons for your conjoined peace. If you still feel the need to rob my descendant of her Triforce at the end of this, I will not intervene, but this evil will be the end to all things if you all do not form a grand unity against it."
"Are you so certain this doom is not of my design?" He asked sarcastically, his arrogance getting the better of him. How could there be an evil greater than him, let alone one that this goddess claims would outdo him. The goddess remained silent, her expression grim. It answered his question for him. "I am born to the Triforce of Power, burdened by the dark curse of it's ambition and the seed of Demise, yet, you still plea for me? Why?"
"Oh, Gerudo," Hylia began, her voice far quieter than before as her hand remained over his. "All of the Triforce pieces have their burdens, Power is simply more daunting for you, considering your predisposition to the darkness. Courage lacks direction and heavily relies on those around him, whereas Wisdom lacks the strength to achieve her wishes and faces great adversity and doubt." She paused, her eyes flickering between the right hand she held and his gaze. "Din graced you with the strength unparalleled, but she did not give you a reason for it. The choice is yours for what you wish to do with that Power; to attack and control, or to defend and protect. All your life you've been fueled by a hate born out of my undoing, which I gravely admit, but there is more to you than that darkness."
"Says the Goddess of Light."
"Light I may be, but even that does not define me entirely." She retorted, giving the man's hand a gentle squeeze. Her appearance flickered, similar to the dying wick of a candle. This caused Ganondorf to perk up, his chest tightening. It was not his own heart which ached, but anothers. Hylia, the observant goddess, noticed his shifting expression. A kind-hearted smile filled her lips. "Demise," she whispered quietly, gently. "I hope you learn to forgive my folly."
"You have no folly...and I am not Demise." Ganondorf proclaimed, his expression strained as he realize the repeated phrase he had used on Zelda earlier in the night. The appearance of the woman began fading faster, the holy presence quickly fading to darkness.
"I cannot hold this form any longer. You must go to my descendant, for she holds my past ignorance. She cannot see past the darkness, similar to how you cannot see past the light, though you are learning. She will not have the strength alone to survive the shadows which plague her. Go, King of Darkness, to her side."
"This is not my duty, you seem to have mistaken me for the lad in green." Ganondorf replied, impatience returning. "What is to stop me from extracting her Triforce right now?" A moment of silence, and a final smile from the goddess before her fading stirred his attention once more.
"Nothing."
Then silence once more. It was not only the personal quarters of his that were silent though. The entire world felt hushed, quiet enough for Ganondorf to feel his pulse travel through his veins and pump his unsteady heart with the new evidence of a future confrontation. That, and of a future alliance, a true one. The Gerudo sat in his bed still, slouched as he gave more thought to what Hylia asked of him. Questions raced, questions that likely were never to be answered until the appropriate time. Patience was never his strong suit. His attention was snapped back to reality when a loud thump was heard echoing from the room beyond his. He bolted upright, his nerves still a bit tense after the abrupt encounter with a goddess he was never meant to meet. Long, clothed legs swung off the bed's edge as Ganondorf made the hasty decision to seek out the noise and—for the sake of his curiosity—find out what could be happening to Zelda. He fetched a nearby robe and shrugged it on haphazardly as he went to the balcony. It would be brisk tonight, and there was simply no way he could risk being seen entering the Queen's personal chambers by any stationed guards with prying eyes and loose lips. He hadn't bothered to tie the plush robe shut, as he would need all the flexibility he could get with this next part. As he walked across the empty balcony to the edge, he eyed the distance between the nearby ledge, sizing up the required strength needed. He'd have to jump, or by the looks of the height up here, fall to certain death. The thought made him scoff and smile. The great Ganondorf would not die from a simple failure to hop.
With a swift few steps back, the Gerudo bolted and flung himself off the railing of his own balcony and landed across the foreign balcony with ease. He was not elegant, but he was not meaning to look graceful. He rose then, eyes glancing over his back as he drank in the image of the Gerudo Desert in the outskirts of the illuminated horizon. His beautiful kingdom. He would return soon enough and protect it from this coming doom, just as soon as his work in Hyrule was finished. The olive-skinned man turned to the doorway and walked through it casually, as if subtlety was never an option for him. However, what he saw caused him to falter in place. There, beside the open archway of the balcony slept Zelda. In the broken light of the opened balcony entrance, her ivory skin was glowing with strings of sweat. What's more, her sleep was highly disturbed. She fussed, her state nothing peaceful. The man frowned down at her as the Triforce bore on her right hand, flickering painfully. A surge of energy pulsated from his own, and he had to grab at it to quell the discomfort swelling there. He sighed after eyeing her form again. She was weak, fragile, easy to dominate. Too easy. The goal was to seize the Triforce from her, but perhaps now was not the time for it. What purpose would it serve without the third piece regardless? That, and though he may not admit it, the words of the goddess did drive his curiosity rampant. Leaving the doors open, the gentle breeze rolling in encouraged Ganondorf in, walking him up to the Queen's bedside. He knelt there, a frown still on his features. She was perturbed, certainly. With his right hand, he reached over and very cautiously pressed his palm against the side of her head, beside her temple. With a defeated sigh, he reached over with his other hand and held onto her adjacent shoulder. He gave her a gentle shake, doing his best to awaken her without paralyzing her with fear. He wanted answers, not a catatonic whelp. Her long, dark lashes fluttered for a moment, as if struggling with awakening. Then, her eyes sprung open, revealing something which startled the Gerudo King. Her eyes, which were usually a luminous blue, were now eclipsed in total darkness. Confused and startled, Ganondorf rose slightly and hovered over her, morbid curiosity still driving him.
"Queen Zelda?" He asked quietly, hesitant to even call out to her. Silence met his answer, which caused him more worry. He gave her a gentle shake again, seeing if it would stirs something within her. Her expression never changed, eyes wide open and body frail against his. Then, her hands shot up to firmly grasp Ganondorf's wrists rather painfully. He groaned at the sudden touch, but more importantly, where did she draw this strength from? A foreboding awareness grew in the pit of his stomach, weighing down his body like a lofty boulder. While he was still struggling with the answers behind it, their Triforce pieces were responding strangely, pulling the two of them together. It was not without divine intervention though. Hylia, albeit only a shade of her true manifestation, visited Ganondorf. Was it at all possible that Demise, then, was currently—
"Stop...i-it..." Zelda whimpered dryly, her grip shivering around his wrists. Her body was wracked with pain, and it became quickly apparent that his initial thought may be correct, to his misfortune.
"Zel—"
"Ahaha!" A dark, contorted chortle echoed out from her parted lips. A wicked smile left her slack jawed, her grip's strength returning again. Ganondorf jolted in fear and gazed down upon the Hylian woman, stunned by the fact that she now harbored Demise within her mind. The beast that he once was. With the prospect of facing his former self, Ganondorf was rigid. Intimidated? No, not the Gerudo King. He had Power, and he was born out of Demise. He would not struggle against him. He had the strength to take on the beast within.
Ganondorf knew he had to act immediately, or else risk Zelda's soul being torn asunder and claimed by the vicious deity. Bearing Demise would devour any regular being within moments. However, Zelda was different, special. She could survive the torments, but only for so long, and who knew what sort of destruction could be wrought onto her spiritual force and mentality. The Gerudo quickly swung himself onto the bed, his legs spreading so as to trap the Hylian leader beneath his towering frame. He was quick to pull Zelda's arms above her head and hold them by her dainty wrists with his left hand while the other hand—burdened by the Triforce—rested across her perspiring brow.
"Demise," Ganondorf's booming, velvet voice called out sternly. His unwavering tone halted the manic laughter that was pooling from Zelda's angelic lips. "You do not belong here, in this plane, this world, in this woman."
"I am eternal," The contorted voice called out again, beady black eyes fixated on Ganondorf's burning golds. "You are my rage, reborn, you who are bound to the darkness and banished from the glory of light. It should be you, not I, who poisons this spirit." A short pause and a scoff escaped Zelda. "You are the harbinger of death, you are fated to kill this woman and be killed yourself by the Hero, time and again. A beast, leashed and forced to follow the same path. This will never end. The wheel of your life always turns—"
It was during this monologue that a light burned brightly between the two beings, covering the room in a blinding aura. It was Power, resonating loudly within Ganondorf's body. Pressing his hand more firmly onto Zelda's forehead, the Gerudo clenched his jaw and simply watched the spectacle. It was the purity of his Triforce awakening, for the first time being used for its original purpose. To protect. Bright white-gold filled Zelda's eyes, the darkness quickly evaporating. A moan of misery escaped Zelda, a welcomed sign.
"I may not be able to destroy you completely, but I have the strength to expel your shadows," Ganondorf shouted out loudly, his stance firm above Zelda's frame. "I dismiss you from this plane, away from this soul," With a final push of Power, Ganondorf ushered out the last remnants of the shade of the Imprisoned One from Zelda's body, purifying it like an angelic bulwark deflects all evils. It was only when the light faded and their Triforce's grew silent that Ganondorf felt safe enough to breath again. He was left without air in his lungs from the process, a cold sweat forming over his body. His body arched agonizingly over the now still form of the woman. Strong hands braced himself on either side of that golden head of hair, knowing he had no time to spend gawking at her purity and must hurry to recover. He could not be seen her by any, much less the Queen herself. Fate, the unfortunate mistress that she was, decided upon other things for him.
The Hylian woman weakly awoke from her previously dark stasis, foggy blue gems gazing around in exhaustion. Her vision was still bleary and strained, but images eventually sharpened and cleared. At first, she hadn't realized how strange it was that the balcony doorway was open, the breeze rolling in heightening the fact that she was pooling in a heavy sweat. No, how could she when the form of the Gerudo King was the first defining feature she saw. The man's eyes were shut, a harrowing expression on his face. Zelda felt fearful, but for all of the wrong reasons. She should be fearful of his presence in her chambers, but she was instead fearful for his current state. Silent as snow, she brought a lithe hand to press against Ganondorf's cheek, surprised to feel the same condensation on his darkened skin.
"M-My Lord, Ganondorf?" Her voiced cracked weakly, not realizing how rasped her throat had been. Ganondorf's eyes immediately flickered open, his body motionless above hers. They simply stared at each other, acknowledging the situation and that, mutually, neither knew how to properly react to it.
"Zelda, I can—" Ganondorf began, voice hushed and conflicted, obviously struggling with the words to speak. He shifted a bit, but remained above her, uncertain with how he could move while her hand on his face demanded all his attention. Red tresses tumbled down from his head, draping over like a private canopy, a veil to block out the world outside of their faces and locked stare. He couldn't explain himself nor the situation, so he resigned the notion of talking his way out of the situation. "Are...you alright?"
"I'm fine, really," The woman insisted, her voice still broken from unconscious use. The man would have believed it if he had not witnessed the horrific scene moments ago. Being a part of that dark force, the Gerudo knew just how destructive bearing that deity was. He knew better than to believe she was simply fine. His fixed, pointed stare begged her to give up the formalities. That's exactly what she found herself doing as a layer of thick tears blurred her vision so suddenly. That frightened her more than anything. Her crying was silent, almost lonesome. That was dark irony, the man figured. The Queen, beloved by all and joyous in her ways, was a woman who cried in solitude, in such a soft way. Before she knew it, Zelda had risen up and wrapped her arms around Ganondorf's neck like a necklace, holding herself up in the process. Her head buried itself just beneath the side of his jaw, wedge their comfortably. Her body trembled in the tight hold, but she remained silent until the words escaped her. "Everything's actually a mess."
"I know." He mused in return, his posture shifting to a kneeling position so that he could place a hand on Zelda's back tenderly, shifting her to a seated position partly in his lap. He had no clue how to comfort someone, it was never something that he needed to learn or encounter before. Yet, something beckoned him to soothe her pain, though part of it was because he knew just what plagued her mind moments ago. A terror unlike any other, more ruthless than himself. Demise was without mercy, and it shook him to know that Zelda endured the pain and felt the urge to endure the emotional scarring just as silently, just as alone. It almost frustrated him.
"It was an unending darkness," Zelda began to speak again quietly, explaining her experience as best as she could muster. "I've never known of such a blinding darkness...but I wasn't alone, even if I could not see, I knew he was there with me."
"He comes in different forms to those who see him," Ganondorf replied quietly, his hand running small circles into the bow of her slender back. "For you, it was as a miasma of darkness, one without hope of light."
"He whispered such sinister things," A shudder, then she continued. "He came to me, overpowered me, violated me—"
Ganondorf untangled her arms suddenly and pulled her back. It caused Zelda's chest to tighten in confusion and hurt. It was not in her nature to confide in others—as was part of the curse to the burden of the Wisdom she was still somewhat ignorant to—so this sudden action caused an ache in her heart. Her mind raced, berating her for crumbling so resoundingly around the Gerudo King. It was not his responsibility to tend to her, nor was it to hear out her pleas and comfort her. He adjusted her so that they could gaze into each others eyes, her hands in her lap with one of his hands covering them, the other still pressed into her back. The man's lips were in a perpetual frown as he spoke next.
"He will not return to you again. You are protected, Zelda."
"I don't understand, how am I protected—"
"I said that we would have an alliance, did I not?"
"Yes, but—"
"What more must I say?" Ganondorf retorted quickly, deciding to take certain measures for Zelda to understand his intentions. He frowned a bit more, though it was mainly out of frustration of his inept behavior. "If you do not wish to wait for our advisers to hear it, I will speak the words to you now: I am the King of the South, Man of the Sands, King of Thieves; The Gerudo King, Mandrag Ganondorf. I, on behalf of my people and the sovereign lands of the Gerudo Desert, align myself to Hyrule, to the Hylians, and to the Queen Zelda, the Woman of Destiny, Spirit Maiden, Her Majesty." He paused for emphasis, but also to proudly drink in the wonderful view of Zelda's surprise. Normally, he'd capture that appearance from kidnapping her in a past life. Oh, how things change. He gave her hands a gentle squeeze, his eye remaining on hers while his lips slowly began to twist upward. "I vow, from now until the end, that I will defend this pact, as much as I vow to protect this woman and her people from all harm, as she would for me and mine. From this night until the final night, let the realm know that her lands—as well as mine—are fortified in peace. Until my death, I give to you my blood oath, Queen of Hyrule, that you are protected."
A long silence filled the room after Ganondorf's improvised speech, the sincerity and finality to his words seeping in to the both of them. He had spoken so brashly, but Zelda was so terrified after the encounter with Demise. He feared she would not loosen her grip on him if he hadn't comforted her to this degree. She was stubborn, just as always, so the convincing was justified on his behalf. He rationalized that it was the fasted way for him to get out of this foreign room, and certainly not for the sake of leaving her feeling at ease. Ganondorf watched as the cogs turned in Zelda's head, her thoughts a mystery to the man. Her head slowly bobbed low in acknowledgment to his words, but she remained silent to him for the longest time. He sighed gently, knowing they could not stay like this forever.
"Zelda, I should really be leaving. I cannot be seen here—" The man began to chide the woman before him, watching her with caution. Even if he had been practicing all of his caution, nothing would have prepared the Gerudo man for the sudden movement of the Hylian woman. She slipped toward him, her face coming close to his own. His mind began to run in overdrive at the realization of her actions. They were frozen in place, Zelda's lips a weak breath beneath Ganondorf's while her body leaned against his as she stayed in a similar kneeling position. In the dark of the formed veil of red and gold tresses, Zelda's eyes lit up like darkened, storming skies, while his own brought the illuminated lightning.
"You truly did save me then." She remarked quietly, her expression unreadable at this distance. Ganondorf stayed with his silence, knowing he had no words to defend his actions, to explain to himself why he decided to forfeit his chance at Wisdom in favor of her well-being. Apparently, she needed no words to direct her next action. With minimal force, Zelda's soft lips—that were surely made up of rose petals and the purity of light itself—pressed up against Ganondorf's parted mouth. His eyes shut tightly as the woman gave him the gift. His body went frigid as the warmth permeated him. This was something entirely new, and he did not care for something so unexpected nor was he supposed to feel for it. Yet, try as he might, the sweetness of her mouth over his did not go unnoticed. Tense shoulders slowly dropped, balled fists releasing, and his held breath escaping him just as simply as his hesitations. Her kiss was simple and chaste, but her lips remained nearby afterwards. Her eyes fluttering up to gaze at Ganondorf through her long lashes. The Gerudo's eyes opened after a moment, the conflicting struggle within him reflecting in his golden ores. Zelda quickly opened her mouth, about to fling out her gravest apologies, but they went unheard. Driven by several different factors, Ganondorf brought both his hands to the sides of Zelda's narrow cheeks and dived into her once more, this time his lips being the one to give to hers. A muffled sound escaped the woman as the man towered over her in their kneeling position, his back arched to compensate for their height difference. Even so, her neck remained tilted up, meeting the man halfway so as he did not have to dip uncomfortably low. Her kiss was impulsive, uncharacteristic of her ways. This kiss now was decided, intentional, deliberate. His kiss was far more outspoken, his larger lips encompassing hers firmly. It was slow, longer than either anticipated, but it did have an end. Although their lips mingled in the same breath, Ganondorf slowly pulled away their faces from each other, giving up any chance to kiss her again. Now that he was pulled back, he could properly take in her conflicted expression, mirroring his own. He was the first to move. His right thumb rubbed tenderly against the ivory flesh beneath it before he quickly slid off the bed and dusted off his robes as he stood. Zelda was left to look after him as he left abruptly afterwards, never turning back to gaze upon her once. Just as swiftly as their kiss had ended, Ganondorf exited through the balcony doorway, leaving Zelda clutching tightly on the white bellowing sleeves of her nightgown, the only witness to this night being the ever-present moon which hung low in the sky, claiming all evidence all of what happened with it.
Hey guys, Lenore here! Sorry about the awful delay, I was having computer and health issues, but I should be back on track with my updates again. This chapter is the size of two (over 5.6k words!) so please don't mind the size and enjoy. I intend to ride this story out for a very long time, so please enjoy the updates and feel free to rate/fav/review! Hearing from you guys really motivates me, and I'd love to hear what you think! Until next time!