Beware: long author's note, but it addresses some issues.
Sorry this took so long to get out, I swear it was basically done a couple weeks ago but some personal issues arose and I wasn't able to sit down for the final editing to post it. I really didn't think this chapter was going to take so long. Also, I don't know if it's in bad taste for an author to openly state when a chapter is boring but…this chapter is boring. Now many of you are thinking, "Why didn't you make it not boring, then?" I have my reasons. Don't get me wrong, important things happen in this chapter, but it just doesn't feel important. It's one of those chapters which "explains" things. For example, I go into the creation story in this chapter. Some of it is borrowed from the Ocarina of Time, involving the Goddesses creating everything, but, I also added some stuff. Just to blend it better into this story, nothing major. Now, this is extra, it isn't going to advance the story at all, but what it does is enrich the story.
A lot of people tell me this story just has this "feel" about it where it doesn't feel like fanfiction, and the reason why (I think) is because it moves so slowly with all this extra stuff. Admittedly…I may have done that enough already and should really just move on it with it. For all you people up-to-date on my chapters, it sucks waiting for the next one because they take so long and then barely anything happens. However, when you read the story as a whole, from start to finish, it flows much better. That's how I'm writing it in my mind, so the story may be slow for a lot of people now, but when the story is done, it should read a lot better as a whole.
Last thing: many of you have asked me to put the triforce directly into the story and that won't happen the way you want. I will tell you now, the triforce of courage is not going to appear on Link's hand and the same can be said for Zelda and Ganondorf. However, if you pay attention, you'll notice Ganondorf often prays to Din, Link to Farore, and Zelda to Nayru respectfully. Later in the story, it will get slightly more in depth with the Goddesses, but what I'm going for is that feeling where it's like "Are the Goddesses real? Maybe the people of Hyrule just created them? Is there magic in this world or can everything be explained rationally?" So, sorry to disappoint those that want the triforce to directly appear, but when you pay attention you see it has its influence.
Sorry for all that intro you don't care about, onto the story.
Ganondorf's lover, Aara, walked down the ornate hallways of the castle to her bed chamber. She saw the Gerudo soldiers standing guard and this told her she entered into the inner area of the Castle. Hyrule soldiers watched the outer areas and kept their usual positions. They were loyal to whoever was in charge, because that was their duty. They were not loyal to any person, but the realm of Hyrule, and that meant anyone who ruled it. That didn't mean the knights were completely trusted however, which was why they weren't allowed to guard the inner areas where the higher Gerudo nobles were staying.
She could see the Gerudo soldiers standing guard were struggling to keep their eyes forward and not watch her walk by. She knew she was a presence everywhere she went and she relished that fact. Every Gerudo adored her, and she was even gaining favoritism among people in Hyrule. She thought it would be harder to gain a people's trust, but it was turning out to be relatively easy. Every man in the Kingdom already loved her for obvious reason, and everyone else fell in line fairly easy. Flash a smile here, donate some rupees there. Soon, everyone looked to her as the charitable wife to the powerful King. Aara and Ganondorf didn't officially marry yet, but it was very clear it was only a matter of time. They worked well together. It was still easy to see people were unsure of Ganondorf. He certainly wasn't loved, but he was respected and people were beginning to understand what he could accomplish. As he constantly told her:
It was better to be feared than loved.
She reached her bedchamber and the two Gerudo guards opened the doors for her. She entered into the large, spacious room and smiled. It still had a cold, castle vibe to it, but she kept decorating it a little bit everyday to make it feel a little more like home. At home, the room opened out onto a deck, with only wooden shutters to close at night. It was warm in the desert, so the room had to be very open. Here, the castle was cold, even in the warm seasons. She changed the fur sheets to silk ones, and added large colorful pillows. She hung drapes around the room and covered the floor in deep ruby carpets. She removed all the wooden furniture, and put long body pillows along with thick blankets on the ground. It was customary in the desert to sit and lie on the floor.
There was only two piece of furniture left: the wide bed that she and Ganondorf shared each night, and the large table, so heavy she could not make it budge. It had thick wooden legs that looked like stumps, with beautiful engravings of the ancient language in them. The table top was also thick and long. On top of the table was a map of all of Hyrule in incredible detail. Standing at the table looking down over his curved nose was Ganondorf.
"Honey," Aara called out walking into the room allowing the guards to shut the door behind her. "People have been looking for you."
"Let them look," He grunted without taking his eyes off the table.
Aara walked over and stood opposite of Ganondorf. She looked down at the map. It was embedded into the table with extremely intricate detail. It was like a painting, with lavish colors and strokes throughout. It gave the greatest representation to the land of Hyrule, every nook and cranny in Hyrule was on this map. The map was not flat either; it rose slightly for mountains and deepened for lakes. It was all too scale and in perfect ratio. Looking down on this large map was as if one of the Goddesses was looking down on Hyrule. It was a map like none other.
There were wooden figures laying all around the edge of the map: horses, soldiers, knights, beasts, and everything else. Each one was hand carved and painted. The table, map, and figures were easily worth thousands of rupees. It was clearly a great gift to one of the Hyrule Kings that has been passed down through the ages. And now it would be passed onto Ganondorf.
Aara picked up one of the wooden figures. "How come you don't place these on the map? You never use them, you just stare at the blank map."
"They just get in the way." Ganondorf grunted without looking up at her. He had yet to raise his eyes to Aara.
"They are supposed to help you organize your strategies." She replied.
"Don't need them."
She was use to his brief statements and his low tone. He did not speak up or elaborate unless he wanted to. Aara was wise enough to not push him, because Ganondorf did not bend to anyone.
"So you remember your strategy when you look upon the blank map?" She inquired as her eyes rolled over the map in all its detail.
"Strategies." He corrected.
Aara's eyes looked up at her lover. "You can remember each tactic without placing markers?"
"Obviously," Ganondorf replied in a bored manner.
Aara smiled to herself. That's just how he was. Ganondorf assumed it was easy to memorize multiple strategies and tactics while staring at a blank map. It was just the opposite. It usually took a group of people to work a map such as this, each controlling their own figures to move around as commanded. But every time Aara saw Ganondorf looking down at it, there was never a single figure placed upon the atlas. His mental power was always stunning. It was also Aara' weakness, because she always wanted to show she was wise as well. It always ended in failure against Ganondorf, but she was always lured into trying. Now was no different.
"I've been worrying about the Gorons," Aara started watching Ganondorf to see if his expression would change. It didn't. He kept his eyes glued downward as they scanned over the map. He was still making plans in his head while she was talking, but she knew he was listening to every word she said. He may not respond, but he was still listening. "We cannot fight in their mountains, and if they join Ordon, we could have a serious problem. There strength in battle is obvious. Don't you agree?"
"No." It was an instant response and it dug a dagger into Aara's chest. It took her a moment to compose herself. "Why not?"
"They will not fight," Ganondorf replied.
"How can you know for certain?"
"Because I do."
"That's not much of a reason." Aara chuckled.
For the first time, Ganondorf looked up at the woman. Aara stared back, unsure of what to do. He was always hard to read. His demeanor was always a mixture between bored and annoyed, so it was tough to tell when he was actually upset.
"The Gorons don't like to fight," Ganondorf started explaining, which eased Aara slightly. However, he did not look pleased in explaining. "Competition of strength, maybe, but killing goes against their nature. They avoid fighting at all cost, unless absolutely necessary. Before the war ten years ago, it's said they didn't partake in any war for hundreds of years. They only fought ten years ago because Darbus is a strange Goron. He likes war, a first of his kind, and as the Patriarch, convinced the Gorons to go to war. The Elders only agreed because they felt foreign pressure from the Late King and Zoras. This time, we have not declared war on them, and Ordon has certainly not declared war on them. They don't need to fight, and once we offer an alliance, they will accept it immediately. In fact, they are already showing favor towards our emissary."
Aara frowned because she knew of no news from Death Mountain and it was clear how only Ganondorf knew. "We have official messenger birds, and Gerudo scouts, why must you keep relying on those people."
Ganondorf knew instantly who she was referring too. He lowered his head to study the map once more. "Because they don't betray me, and they don't tell anyone else. You'd be amazed at the amount of information leaked. This way, I know everything before anyone else, and I know the truth."
Aara pressed forward, not wanting to dawdle on a subject debated many times, always with her losing. Ganondorf trusting those people more than their own kind annoyed her, but she couldn't do anything about it so she pressed on. "Okay, so if you aren't worried about the Gorons, then it must be the Zoras, correct?"
Aara picked up a Zora figure from the table and admired its beauty. Even the outfit it was wearing it was accurate to the soldier's garb of the Zora guard.
"Stop that." Ganondorf reprimanded, but not sternly, still in his bored manner.
Aara quickly put the figure back on the table, somewhat shocked he got mad at her for touching it. She put it aside and spoke again. "They say Queen Rutela is an amazing leader. When her late husband passed away, there was a revolt immediately as questions began to rise about her ability as a Queen. She was able to put down the rebellion and prove she had the strength all along. She could be quite dangerous, I fear she follows her loyalty strongly, and she was a good friend of the late Queen."
"I said stop that."
Aara glanced at the Zora figure on the table, she didn't touch anything else. "Stop what?"
"Talking."
Aara smiled inwardly at the insult, it was a battle in itself attempting to talk with Ganondorf "Am I wrong?"
"Yes." Another instant answer that put another knife into her.
"Then how is she still in power, and leading a successful people?"
"Not her."
Aara sighed. He was doing it again – speaking in small sentences – which meant he really didn't care about the conversation. Still, Aara's curiosity was poked with that last comment, so she had to ask. "Who, if not the Queen?"
"Pisces."
Aara furrowed her thin eyebrows. "The soldier?"
"Queen Rutela is a spoiled little girl who is afraid of her own shadow. She lives in constant fear and anxiety over everything. She only has power because no one can take it from her, and that's because Pisces protects her. I honestly do not comprehend why he does it, and I've given up trying to figure out his motives long ago. If he wanted, he could've controlled the Domain ages ago, but he doesn't. Not taking the power that is within his grasp." Ganondorf paused and slowly shook his head. "I do not understand."
"Is he that strong?" She asked.
"The strongest Zora that's ever lived and maybe the strongest fighter in the land. I've often dreamed of fighting him. It would be an incredible match."
"Well I don't think you need to fear him. He's crazy."
"I don't fear him." Ganondorf then smiled which shocked Aara. "He is not crazy. He is more sane than anyone else in this land, but is wise enough to be the fool."
"I don't understand?"
"And you don't need to. But do not underestimate anyone, that should be a given. Whether you think they're a fool, or lame, or dumb…weak, young, or small. Even a child with a blade can still kill."
"A child you say," Aara ran her hand along the edge of the table. "So what about this Link I've heard so much about. The one that could beat Lex, do you fear him?"
"I beat Lex with one kick," Ganondorf reminded, "The man was getting old; there are far more dangerous people in the land than that boy."
"I see."
"But…"
Aara's head snapped towards the Desert Lord. "But?"
Ganondorf ran a finger across his fiery eyebrow, "He has surprised me twice already, and anyone who can do that is worth remembering. And Lex even warned me about him, and that fool did fight the boy, so he must know something. Watching him in the tournament only told me one thing though. He's naïve. He isn't anything special."
"I think you're lying."
"Excuse me?" Ganondorf was hard to read. Aara wasn't sure if he was upset, or didn't really care.
"I've heard you visited him in his prison cell the night of the attack." Aara wasn't backing down. "Something about him caught your eye. You were going to ask him to join you, I know it. You wouldn't waste your time on someone not special. So, I'm curious, what do you really think?"
A sly smile slid across Ganondorf's face. "You do have some vixen in you."
Aara smiled and nodded slightly.
"What I saw?" Ganondorf thought for a moment before answering. "Potential."
"Is that all?"
Ganondorf chuckled deeply. "Potential is the most empowering aspect of any person. If the right person does the molding, they can be turned into anything. I will admit…that boy has amazing potential. I thought his hatred of the Kingdom would have him join my side, but his love for the Princess was stronger I suppose. So, like I said, he's naïve. He passed up power for what…love?"
Aara frowned, obviously displeased with the comment, "How silly of him."
"I will not deny that boy can become a threat," Ganondorf moved on, not caring for Aara's comment. "Rusl can train him to be great, but the simple fact is: he isn't great yet. Meanwhile, there are many great people out there who pose a bigger problem to me. I deal with them first, that boy after."
That reminded Aara of why she was originally searching for Ganondorf. "I forgot to say, there is a knight here to swear his allegiance. He brings with him two hundreds men."
"Brought two hundred men?" Ganondorf thought for a moment. "That meant he returned to the castle, he wasn't already here?"
"That's right."
Ganondorf shut his eyes for a moment as he thought. Aara stood there patiently, because she knew he'd figure it out soon. As expected, a moment later Ganondorf's eyes opened and a wide smile spread across his face.
He began marching towards the door. "Take your clothes off!" He called back to Aara.
She smiled lustfully. "Don't make me wait too long."
Ganondorf opened the doors and stormed out at a quick pace. The soldiers stood more rigid as he walked by to appear proudly in front of their King. He crossed paths with a servant who quickly pressed herself against the wall and remembered to bow at the last second. He ignored the servant, not caring for anything, but the Knight that arrived. He knew who it had to be, and it was a good sign. No, a very good sign.
He reached the audience chamber and saw the knight standing in front of the throne.
A sinister grin smeared the Desert Lord's face. "Soul."
The Knight bowed gracefully, "My King."
"Why do you wish to join me?" Ganondorf wasted no time. "Many of your knightly friends have fled to live in dishonor. I didn't take you for the honorable type."
"Honorable?" Soul licked his lips with an evil glint in his eyes. "I'm certainly not here for honor."
"What do you want?" Ganondorf made his way to his throne. He didn't sit and continued to stand in front of it.
"I became a knight because I can kill without getting in trouble." Soul licked his lips again. "Give me rupees, wine, and women. And I'll be your faithful servant."
Ganondorf tried hard to hide his smile. He was so extremely pleased with this outcome he was almost giddy. Soul was an incredibly skilled knight, one that raised strong morale among troops, and could lead thousands of men into battle. He was famous for being bloodthirsty and murderous. Ganondorf knew the Late King only kept him around because he was too afraid to let someone else have him. Soul was outside the castle during the invasion, he could've went anywhere, but he returned. And that meant he wanted to be here.
Things were good indeed.
"Father, father!" Ganondorf looked causally to his right to see his son Dareios enter into the Audience Chamber. He raised his arm to show what he was holding. It was a severed head. He gripped the man's hair as the blood tripped from the neck in droplets like rain upon the stone tiles making sadistic splashes. The head was of a man, who's frozen faced looked to be in absolute pain and shock, showing his death was not pleasant.
"Who is that?" Ganondorf motioned to the head.
"It's my first assassination attempt!" Dareios cheered happily. "I was wondering when someone would try something. Look at what he tried to kill me with." Dareios held up a small dagger and laughed. "It's like a toothpick."
Ganondorf smirked, "Well, congratulations. When people try to kill you it means you have power. But you're getting blood everywhere, go put it somewhere."
"What should I do with it?" Dareios questioned innocently like a small child.
Ganondorf shrugged, "Burn it, put it on a pike, place it under your pillow. Do what you will."
"I'm going to go scare some maid with it!" Dareios laughed and then exited the room.
Ganondorf turned back to Soul. "My apologies, my son is a little…tactless."
"Suits me just fine," Soul licked his lips before smiling. "This place has become wildly more entertaining."
Link stood on the pathway in front of Bo's home. He watched a mob of people walk down the pathway. There were hundreds of men and women, old and young, heading towards the cattle ranch. It was the only openly grassy area without going out the great plains. It was fairly large and it should be able to handle this mob of people.
Blaine walked up next to Link and stood next to him. "The last time I saw this, I was seven."
"Same." Link grunted.
It was official: Ordon was going to war.
The village of Ordon came alive in one night. Bo made the decree to start preparing for the oncoming war. People dug out their old weapons and armor that they put them away after the devastating loss a decade earlier. Many people thought they may never use them again. They dusted off those old blades, polished their shields, and pulled on their boots for the first time in ten years. It was a new awakening for the village as they felt their old blood run through them once again. It's easy to imagine the village deathly silent, or in fear of the oncoming war. That couldn't be more wrong.
Link had never seen the village so alive and robust with energy.
The older villagers laughed openly and told wild stories of their past. They reminisced with their friends about the old days. They showed the younger villagers a scar on their body, or a chip in their shield. Each one had a story to go along with it. The young villagers who didn't fight in battle yet, bragged about the feats they'd accomplish soon. Kess – the main blacksmith – was overrun by orders. People needed new equipment or needed their old equipment fixed up. The talk of war was filling the air in Ordon and it was giving rebirth to the people of Ordon.
"Shouldn't you be helping Kess?" Link asked since Blaine was a blacksmith in training.
"He said I needed to train for the oncoming battle," Blaine replied calmly. "He's not alone though. Some older blacksmiths came out of retirement and are helping out."
"It's great seeing the village like this," Link commented.
"Only took a war." Blaine joked.
"War is good for the economy, it always has been." Link crossed his arms, "Besides, Ordon has always been a warring village. You saw how dead we became when there was no war. Now look at us."
"I can't deny that, but this is before people start dying."
"Death happens, we all understand the risks."
Blaine nudged Link with his elbow. "Zelda isn't around, you don't have to act so cool."
Link snorted, "I don't act cool around her…but she's right there."
Blaine laughed and looked to where Link pointed. Zelda was sitting on the grass surrounded by kids. She came to stand and watch the villagers head off to training. It was standard royalty procedure to see soldiers that would fight in a war. It didn't take long before the children starting swarming her. When Zelda's title was first discovered, people avoided her slightly, because they were afraid of her status. After a few days, they started speaking to her again. Once they realized she was the same as always, they began prying into the life of a princess. The one's who cared the most were the children, especially the little girls. But even the boys asked about knights and epic tales of Hyrule. Link knew Zelda was intelligent and well studied. But he had no idea she held such vast knowledge of the world. She could answer every question, recite every story, and speak on every subject the children asked. She was like an entire library.
"What do you think she's talking about?" Blaine asked.
Link shrugged, "Who knows."
"Well, let's find out," Blaine grabbed Link by his shirt and began dragging him in their direction.
Link didn't want to say Zelda was currently not speaking to him, and he definitely didn't want to explain why she wasn't. So he went along with Blaine pulling him in Zelda's direction. The Princess' eyes glanced in their direction, but it was only for a brief moment before looking back down at the kids. They sat in a semi-circle around Zelda as she sat gracefully in front of them. Her legs were bent out to the left with her feet tucked backwards.
A little girl's hand shot up in the air, "Princess Zelda, did you have a servant to wash your hair?"
"I did," She smiled. "Do you wash your own hair?"
"Nu-uh," The little girl shook her head a lot, "My mother does, she says I don't do it good enough."
Zelda's smile only brightened, "Same here! That's why I needed someone to do it for me. It's so annoying having long hair isn't it? Boys are lucky."
"My brother doesn't ever bathe!" The little girl shouted, "He's always covered in dirt, and he smells, and we sleep in the same room! He gets all my clothes dirty!"
"Yes, boys certainly have a hard time thinking of anything but themselves," Zelda's eyes darted to Link, and the boy felt like an arrow just plunged into his chest.
Blaine whispered into Link's ear, "Why did she just look at you?"
"Shut up, she didn't."
"Oh man, what did you do?" Blaine teased with a sly smiling spreading across his face.
"Shut up," Link hissed.
"I wash!" A small boy shouted as he raised his hand.
"And you'll get all the girls when you grow up." Zelda replied.
"Eww, girls are gross." The young child looked truly disgusted by that thought.
The little girl from before raised her hand again, and like all children, was too impatience to be called on, "Which Goddess should I pray to, to have my brother stop smelling?"
Zelda let out a slight giggle and covered her mouth. "I don't think you can pray to them for that."
"Mama says you can pray to them for everything." The little girl pressed.
"My mistake then." Zelda nodded elegantly. "It is true; the Goddesses do watch over this world."
Another girl's hand shot up in the air, "Zelda, do you speak to the Goddesses?"
"Speak to them?" Zelda seemed honestly surprised by that question.
"Joony says royalty can speak with the Goddesses."
Zelda, of course, had no idea who Joony was, but she knew children tended to speak with proper names as if everyone knew who they were talking about.
"No, stupid," A boy shouted at the girl, "She can only hear the Goddesses with her ears."
Zelda subconsciously reached up and ran a finger over the tip of her ear. She glanced at Link to see him doing the same thing. Their eyes met quickly before Zelda looked back at the kids.
"Everyone can hear the Goddesses, just like the Goddesses can hear all of you." Zelda replied safely.
"Are the Goddesses real?" One kid asked.
Zelda sucked in air through her teeth, "Oh, that's a dangerous question to ask. What if they hear you?"
"Are they listening now!" One kid shouted.
"They're always listening, and they're always watching over this world."
"Did they really make the world?" A little boy asked.
"Do you know the story?" Zelda inquired to the group, but all their faces remained blank. She knew they knew; every child heard the story at some point. But the kid's blank stares informed Zelda they wanted to hear the story.
Zelda sat up and ducked her legs underneath her so she was on her knees. She used two hands to brush some hair behind her ears before staring. "So!" she exclaimed excitingly pushing her hands out looking at all the kids. "Before the beginning; in a time when time did not exist, and in a place that could not be found. There was only darkness. Pure blackness, so thick, not a single light could shine through. And in this darkness; there was chaos. It was ugly, and scary, and horrible."
Link could see how wrapped into the story the children already were from their unblinking eyes staring at the Princess. Link also noted Zelda's speech. It changed again. Admittedly, everyone changed their speech when talking to children, but Link was starting to pick up on all of Zelda's mannerisms; more importantly, her ability to switch between all her mannerisms.
"In this utter chaos, three powerful Golden Goddesses – who have always been, since before the beginning – descended into the blackness. They decided it was time to start the world. Din, the Goddesses of power, chased away the darkness, and crafted the land, the water, the air, everything you see. After the world was created, it was still empty, and there was still chaos. Nayru, the Goddesses of Wisdom, dispelled the chaos and gave the world the laws and order it needed. Why apples fall to the ground, and why rivers flow downstream. Why fires burn and why the seasons change. Still, after all this, the world was still empty. Farore, the Goddesses of courage, with a mighty wind, blew life into this world. All the people, animals, and fish came into being. Among all of Farore's creations, the Golden Goddesses favored people the most. Din gave the people the power to rule over the world. Nayru gave the people the intelligence needed to rule over the world. Farore gave the people the courage to rule over the world."
Zelda paused a brief moment and had to stop herself from smiling as she looked at the children with awe-filled expressions on their faces.
"The Goddesses watched over the people for ages and didn't interfere, for they swore they would not get involved in the world of the humans. After hundreds and hundreds of years, the three Goddesses began to feel attached to the humans. Still, they did not wish to interfere directly, so they created deities to help in their stead. Ordona, Faron, Eldin, and Lanayru were created to watch over the four domains. The deities, in turn, created spirits to help them with their duties. Here, in Ordon, Ordona created the great tree Yggdrasil to watch over the forest, and Fenrir, to protect Yggdrasil. That way, Ordona could focus on the people in her domain."
"What about Death and Fate?" A little boy spoke up.
Zelda smiled patiently, "I'm getting there."
"Sorry." The little boy lowered his head apologetically.
"Now, the three Goddesses looked down upon the world and smiled, happy with what they created. However, there was still something amiss. When a person died, they had nowhere to go. So do you know what they did instead?" Zelda asked the group. The kids shook their head, or didn't respond at all. Zelda quickly reached out and snatched a little girl into her arms. "They turned into poes and attacked the people!" She shouted and all the kids cried out with her in fright. Zelda laughed slightly and let the child go back into the pack of kids.
"Din only cared about power, if the humans couldn't fight back against the wondering spirits, it was their own fault. Nayru was wise and knew interfering too much was bad. So she did not want to aid the people anymore. However, Farore, the Goddesses know for passion, and the one who blew life into the people, felt the most attachment to them. She could see the people suffer, so she begged her sisters for help. Her sisters agreed, and their result was Death, a lesser god. Farore created Death, Din gave Death the power over people's souls, and Nayru gave Death the wisdom needed to complete his duty. Din hollowed out the underworld for a place for all the dead to gather. Death went to work and collected everyone whose time passed, and soon, peace was restored once more."
Zelda leaned forward and whispered, "But it didn't last long."
"She's really good with kids," Blaine commented to Link.
"Hmm," was all Link responded with.
"The people of the world had no goal, no point to exist. They wandered around, not really doing anything at all. They had the power to do something, the wisdom to do something, and the courage to do something, but there was nothing to do. Farore took pity once again and begged her sisters for help once more. Her sisters agreed once last time, and thus Fate was created. Just like Death, Farore created the lesser goddesses Fate, Din gave her power, and Nayru gave her wisdom to do what must be done. She was tasked with leading the living and deciding when they were to be passed on to Death.
"Now, everyone else had specific tasks set forth by the Golden Goddesses. For example: Death could only care for the dead, and Ordona could only help people in Ordon. But Fate…oh Fate was different. She had power over all the people in the world. She could decide who did what, when they did it, where they did it, and even how they did it. The Golden Goddesses realized this immediately and went about fixing it. She was too strong. Din took away some of her power, Nayru gave her more wisdom to act properly, and Farore…well, Farore did something a little different. Farore gave Fate some of her passion for the people of this world. With Fate renewed, she went about her task, allowing people to act out their lives, only interfering when need be. However, because Farore gave her some passion, Fate found herself growing closer to the people of the world. She could not interfere much, but she could always help out someone just a little bit. And because she was given Farore's passion, do you know what kind of people she liked the most?"
One kids hand shot straight in the air, "Fate Favors the Fearless!" He shouted.
"That's right!" Zelda exclaimed. "Because Farore loves those who are brave, and Farore gave Fate some of her passion, Fate now also admires those who are brave. And that is why; they say you must be brave, because Fate is always watching."
"But are the goddesses real?" A kid asked.
"You tell me?" Zelda questioned right back.
"Umm I don't know." The kid responded expectantly.
"Well, do you think it would be wise to act like they do exist or don't exist? What if they exist and you act disrespectfully to them? Then you will lose their favor and have misfortune fall upon you. But, if you stay in their good graces and they exist. Then, you will reap the reward, but if they don't exist, you still lived an honorable life."
"…okay." The kid said unsure.
She lost the kid, that much was obvious, but it didn't matter. She slowly rose, "It's time for me to leave." All the kids let out a grown and made pleads for her to stay. "I'm sorry, Link's waiting for me." She gestured to the blonde standing behind the kids.
The kids looked behind them to see Link who gave them a smile and a wave.
A girl looked up at Zelda, "Are you and Link going to get married?"
Blaine began snickering as Link froze. Zelda smiled peacefully and took gracefully steps over to stand near Link. Everyone watched her waiting for her answer. Zelda folded her hands in front of her and then shrugged cutely.
"Okay let's go," Link hissed and grabbed Zelda's hand to lead her away.
A loud call of "awws" could be heard from the little girls among the group, but none louder than Blaine shouting it as the two walked away. He had his hands on the side of his mouth to make his voice louder as he made cat-calls.
Link opened Bo's door and ushered Zelda in and followed in after. They were met with Bo, Rusl, and Ilia all sitting around Bo's small table.
"There a problem?" Rusl asked.
"Link's commitment issues," Zelda smirked as she made her way to her seat.
"What?" Bo, Rusl, and Ilia said in unison.
"Nothing," Link grunted and took his seat next to Zelda.
Bo pressed on, "Princess, would you care for some tea?"
"That would be lovely, thank you."
Bo turned to the boy, "Link?"
"Sure."
Bo rose from his seat and moved to the fire place. He lifted off the hot water and moved to the counter where two cups were already set up. Bo had the flavored leaves in a spoon, spotted with holes, balanced over the top. He poured the hot water through the leaves and the water collected in the cup – now fully flavored. He put the water back over the fire and brought the Princess and Link their tea.
Zelda thanked him and took a sip. She smiled, "This is wonderful. You must allow me to borrow the leaves you use."
"Of course," Bo nodded.
"I must confess," Zelda set her tea down. "I did not expect you to drink tea."
Bo let out a hearty laugh. "I know, I'm a rather big man and drinking tea out of these small porcelain cups certainly does not fit my image."
"To outsiders," Rusl interjected, "Bo is famous in Ordon for drinking tea out of these cups, even if it seems strange for such a big man."
"I disagree," Zelda shook her head, "I think it's a wonderful image for you."
"Your words are kind, Princess."
"I do not see Vex here?" Zelda inquired.
"Looking over the first day of training," Rusl answered.
Zelda nodded, pleased with the answer. "It was quite a sight to see this morning. Everyone seems to be in high spirits, I was worried the opposite would occur."
"We are a village of warriors after all," Bo responded.
"I think that is a good sign indeed," Zelda stated. "But I have to ask. Will they be ready in time?"
"Gerudo has not even declared war," Rusl answered, "It could be months before there is even talk of war among Gerudo."
"Or they could be down here in a fortnight," Zelda replied. "We must be ready."
"We are, Princess, do not worry," Bo covered for Rusl. "We have fought before remember, we know how to prepare."
Zelda nodded, "Do not misinterpret the meaning from my words, otherwise more complications may ensue. I am not arguing that fact and I fully trust you are well within your power to oversee the necessary precautions in this antebellum."
Bo let out a soft chuckle, "Princess, remember among who you are speaking with. Please, no need to use such official and polished words with us."
Zelda frowned, "I meant no disrespect."
Bo shook his head, "None taken, I just fear I won't be able to keep up." He smiled after to show it was a joke.
"I shall keep it in mind as we proceed."
"Well I never really knew what pleasantries were until now," Link joked.
"Tactless as usual, Link," Zelda half-smiled.
"He's right," Rusl shrugged, "Shall we get down to business then."
"How about a joke first, to lighten the mood?" Zelda offered.
"NO!" Ilia and Link exclaimed together.
Zelda's eyes narrowed angrily at Link who shied away into his seat
"I like jokes," Bo tried to mediate the situation unsure of Link and Ilia's actions.
"Let's just...move on," Link suggested.
Zelda's eyes were still glaring at Link as she sipped her tea. She set it back down on the table and turned to Bo – now with a clam face. "Very well."
Rusl started the discussion slightly confused at the atmosphere now. "As you know, this is not the official council that Bo listens too, but we like to keep things more personal. Less arguing and far less political. We told you we would bring you into the future matters of this village and so we have. All we ask if that you be honest with us."
Zelda inwardly grimaced. She was wondering if that last part was a statement to how he thought she was misleading Link. "I will try my best. Why don't you lay out the basic strategy you plan on implementing against the enemy?"
"We kill them." Bo grinned.
Zelda tried to remain stoic but she knew she let her façade drop hearing that. Surely that couldn't be their plan?
"I'm joking," Bo finally admitted and Zelda instantly felt better. "We fight them on the plains outside the village."
"Why not build walls and barricade yourself in the village?" Zelda inquired. "I am aware it isn't as simple as that, but you have the defensive advantage. Would it not be wise to use it?"
Bo folded his hands on the table. "That's a very Hyrulian strategy, Princess. Maybe if we had a castle and strong walls, but we do not. Even if we could, that would mean a siege and those are very nasty. We do not have any storage of food and they would damn the rivers, so we'd run out of water as well. Even if we started storing food and water now, it would never last long enough. To outlast a siege you need to wear down the enemy, but our siege would never last long enough and Ganondorf needs you. He would never rest until he had you. No, waiting behind walls would never do it. And one last thing. When you hide behind walls, every skilled person loses their use. A warrior of Ordon – who may be better than a hundred Gerudo – will be wasting his skill. Why level the battlefield when our skill succeeds theirs? We may as well use that difference in abilities to our advantage."
"Okay," Zelda nodded, "What about when on the field? Will they not send troops through the forest to ambush us or flank the village?"
Bo shook his head, "The opposite. They will not be able to go more than a dozen yards into the forest, trust me on that. The Ordon forest is alive and it does not take kindly to strangers. And even if that wasn't true, it is not easy to move a lot of men through a thick forest. No, they will stay on the grassy field and try to out battle us. That will prevent their vast numbers from overtaking us since our lines will be even. But, we are able to pass through the forest, and that gives us a significant advantage out there."
Zelda seemed pleased with that answer. "What about battle strategy itself?"
Bo and Rusl shared a look before Bo answered. "I mean no disrespect, Princess. But those are kept to Ordon and Ordon alone."
Zelda scowled, "Trust issues remain I see."
"Not personally," Rusl cut in. "This is how our village survives. We do not spread these easily. I am certain you will discover them soon enough, just like the Gerudo, but there is no need to say them now. We will watch over the battle training, so you do not need to concern yourself with that."
Zelda let out a sigh, "I promise you, it was just a question. But okay, that's fine. However, I feel the need to remind you, Ganondorf was there ten years ago. He's seen your strategy."
Bo shrugged in response.
This drew Link's attention, "Wait…did you hold back? Because if you remember, we lost that war."
"We didn't hold back," Rusl quickly answered.
"The opposite," Bo added, "How does anyone get better at anything? Through their mistakes. We tried our best to win, we lost. We discussed why we lost and what we could do to never lose again. We came up with new strategies. No one has seen them yet, that's how it works. On the other hand, Ganondorf doesn't need to change strategies because he was on the winning side last time. We may be able to catch them off guard if he comes at us with the same strategy."
"I'll leave it to you then." Zelda took another sip of her tea. "What do you think the cost of life will be?"
"What?" Link questioned astonished by such a rude question.
"It's hard to say," Bo weighed his shoulders as he answered the question seriously. "We have to see how the first day goes."
"Excuse me?" Link shot at Bo.
"Link, please," Zelda turned to him, "An accurate guess can always be made before the war."
"Don't talk of life and death like you know it," Link quickly shot at Zelda. "These are people out there who are going to fight. Don't sit here and try to calculate it."
Zelda calmly drank her tea until it was gone. "Bo, could you please give me another cup, if it isn't too much trouble. It really is wonderful."
"Of course, Princess." Bo rose from his chair and took Zelda's cup. No one spoke as they waited for Bo to finish getting the tea. Once he set the cup down in front of Zelda she thanked him with a gracious smile.
She took a sip, "This really is great tea."
"Thank you."
Zelda set the tea down, "Link, when was the first time you killed someone?"
Link was off put by the question but answered it all the same, "I was fourteen. Thieves when I was out with Rusl."
"No doubt a young age?" Zelda inquired.
"Not too rare around here honestly," Link answered.
"What about being seven?" Zelda questioned.
"That's pretty rare."
"Then I must be a rarity," Zelda sipped her tea casually and set it back down on the table.
"You don't mean…"
"I was seven when I first killed someone," Zelda could see the shock on all their faces. "There was a council member plotting an assassination on my father. Yes, I know, how cliché and unoriginal, but what can I say, it's unoriginal for a reason. I overheard him speaking with his conspirators and I knew what I heard. I told my father about it immediately, but of course he pushed it aside. I was seven, why would he believe me when the person I named was his loyal council member. So I took it into my own hands. It was up to me to save the Kingdom. I stole a knife from the kitchen and found the man late at night in the library. I pretended I had a nightmare and he came close to comfort me. When he was near me, I dug the knife into his gut. His blood completely covered me. I still remember the taste of it in my mouth as it sprayed all over me. He dropped to the ground and slowly died. I quickly ran to my room and threw my clothes in the fire. I washed my hair to get rid of the blood and then went to bed."
No one spoke as they tried to get over the shock of hearing such a terrifying tale.
Zelda sipped her tea once more before speaking again. "I was horrified of course. I cried all night and vomited as well. I felt horrible the next day but my father lived, so I knew I did the right thing. So, please do not think I don't understand death. I hate it and I hate everything about it. But it's inevitable, and pretending people won't die isn't going to solve anything. Expecting the loss from a battle is only natural and it is necessary in preparations."
Link didn't say anything but crossed his arms, which signaled he understood, but didn't wish to comment.
"Forgive me for that mood dampener," Zelda apologized. "Please, let's continue. Do you think we shall receive any allies?"
Zelda pressed on so fast it took everyone off guard and it took a moment for Bo to respond.
"…Well…we are expecting nearby farmers and hunters to come to Ordon. It hasn't happened yet and we will not force them, but if tradition holds true. People in the nearby country sides and cabins in the woods will migrate to Ordon."
"How many do we expect from that?" Zelda asked.
Bo stroked his chin and glanced at Rusl, "how many you think?"
"Couple hundred." Rusl offered.
Bo turned to Zelda, "It isn't much, but it's better than nothing."
"I'm not complaining," Zelda smiled before moving on. "Do we expect help from anyone else?" No one answered, but she was met with expectant stares. She rose her cup to her lips but paused right before drinking as she realized they were still staring. She set her cup back on the table. "Oh…I see."
Rusl shrugged, implying he knew exactly what was going on.
"I'm lost." Link admitted.
"Same," Ilia spoke in agreement.
"They don't necessarily trust me," Zelda inwardly grimaced.
"We just wanted to see if you'd say it first or if we had to bring it up." Rusl said.
"I wasn't hiding it, I just wasn't aware how open to the idea you were."
"Were open to it, we need help. That much is obvious, but will it come?"
Zelda nodded, "I believe it will."
Link tapped his fingers on the table in frustration. "Can someone allow me to partake in this conversation?"
"We're talking about Knights coming to our aid." Rusl finally shared.
"Umm what?" Link questioned. "I thought they would share loyalty to Ganondorf. Isn't that what the smartest thing for a knight to do is?"
"It is," Zelda nodded firmly. "That is, if they're stuck in the City. They can't run away and they would be executed if they refused. But as we know, there were many people who weren't in the city or who were escaping. Now, there were definitely people who would return to the
Castle Town and pledge their loyalty to Ganondorf. But – at least I like to believe – there are some knights that would not go back. If they escaped, they would stay hidden until they knew what was going on. We received emissaries here which mean it is public knowledge that I am now in Ordon. That means two things. Knights are either going to come charging in here to try and rescue me from the savage Ordon barbarians-"
"Hey." Link called out.
Zelda sighed, "It's just what they're thinking I'm sure. I certainly don't think that."
"And the second being they come to join our fight against the Gerudo," Ilia finished for Zelda.
"Correct," She nodded. "The enemy of our enemy is our friend, or so they say. Hopefully, they come as allies and we could desperately use them."
"But we aren't sure they will." Bo reminded.
"True, which is another reason why I haven't mentioned it yet. No point in getting people's hopes up."
"Will gaining these knights be a big help?" Ilia asked Zelda.
Zelda turned slightly to Ilia preparing to answer but stopped at the last second. She looked back at Bo and Rusl, "I'm not sure how I can answer that without sounding disrespectful."
Bo smiled fatherly understanding. "You are very wise in politics, Princess. It's okay, we won't take offense."
Zelda seemed content with that, but still hesitated to choose her words. "Well, any more people will be a big help and trained soldiers even more so. They already have battle experience and will be very useful in the war. Some knights are…well…they are tough to say the least. The reason I'm so hesitant is because-"
"-because the very same knights killed people we knew," Link answered for her, "Maybe even our loved ones."
Zelda nodded solemnly. "It's easy to forget as I spend time here, but my followers are the very same people who caused you so much trouble. And it puts me in a difficult position. You see…I hope some of the most skilled knights come to my aid, but those knights especially, will be the most unwelcomed here."
Bo folded his hands on the table. "Princess, I am not going to promise you they will be welcomed with open arms, but I will try my best to set an example of how we must forget the history and welcome a new future."
"I appreciate that," Zelda smiled genuinely. "I will try my best as well to make sure they behave themselves. That is, if they even come."
"Agreed."
There was a moment of silence before Link spoke.
"So what do you think Ganondorf has told the people then?" Link asked. "Any chance they just revolt against his terrible rule and we don't have to do anything."
"It's doubtful," Zelda admitted sadly. "Ganondorf is a sly man and knows how to get people on his side. I've never liked him for his ability to manipulate people. If I was in his position, I know what I'd do. I would get the people to like me. Gain the people's favor above all else. Once you have that, you can do anything. Ruling by power and fear will do nothing."
"That does make sense." Link commented.
"It is always better to be loved than feared." Zelda told them seriously.
"But why would Hyrule want to fight against Ordon if we saved Zelda?" Ilia questioned.
"Oh they don't think Link saved me." Zelda answered honestly.
"What do you mean?"
"They saw me riding on a horse with the savage—not a real savage!" Zelda quickly remarked when Link was about to protest. "They saw me being carried away on a horse by the very man who just murdered a soldier and caused huge controversy in the city. It doesn't take a genius to use that intelligently. All Ganondorf has to say is: 'Zelda was kidnapped by those barbarians in Ordon, and my first duty as King is to see her home safely'. That would certainly gather support, wouldn't it?"
"Playing on old prejudices," Bo ran his thumb along the rim of his cup. "That's pretty smart. That will surely be the official saying. The best way to unite people is in time of trouble, and what is more troublesome than someone kidnapping their beloved Princess."
"Killing those emissaries didn't help." Rusl added.
"That's true," Zelda admitted with a sigh. "Would you like me to apologize? If it brings them back from the dead then I surely will, but I don't think it's going to be much help."
"What's done is done," Rusl shrugged.
"If it matters, I believe Ganondorf would've killed them anyways." Zelda offered.
"Too keep his tale true no doubt," Link agreed. "If it was me, I'd meet them on their way back and if the news wasn't favorable, I'd kill them right there. Then spread the tale Ordon murdered them."
"That's probably what happened," Zelda concurred.
"Well nothing we can do about it now," Bo pressed on. "Any other dire matters?"
"Let's see," Zelda thought for a moment and held up a hand with her fingers extended. As she counted off she bent a finger downward keeping track. "Had pleasantries, talked about what Ganondorf might be doing, our battle strategy, people coming to our aid…oh of course, and I told a tragic childhood story to gather some pity." Zelda smiled after showing it was a joke.
"Very well," Bo rose from his chair. "It was a short meeting but we can meet whenever you wish. When things progress more there will be a lot more to talk about."
Zelda raised as well, "Thank you for having me. If you don't mind, could I watch the training partake? I'm interested and my presence may inspire a little. Show some support and such things."
Bo nodded hesitantly, "Just don't make any rousing speeches today, I think we've had enough for a while."
Zelda smiled gracefully, "Of course."
Her and Link began exiting when Ilia called after them.
"Zelda, can I speak with you for a moment?" She asked quietly.
If Zelda was shocked she hid it well. "Of course. Where?"
"Outside if you please," She motioned to the door.
Link stepped aside to allow Zelda and Ilia to walk out. He was happy Ilia was making an attempt to fix things. He wasn't sure how well it would go, but it was a start. The problem was he really wanted to hear what she was going to say but he wouldn't eves drop. Hopefully Zelda would tell him later, but she still wasn't exactly talking with him.
"Link, I got ya something," Rusl suddenly said snapping him out of his thoughts.
Link turned around just in time to catch a heavy sword. It hit him in the chest and he was shocked by how heavy it was. "What the hell is this made of?"
"Iron."
"Seriously?" Link questioned as he readjusted his grip to pull the sword from the scabbard. Rusl wasn't lying, it was iron. "No one makes iron swords anymore. Where the hell did you get this?"
"Had Kess make me something special," Rusl stood in front of Link and held out his hand. Link gave him the sword. Rusl twisted it back and forth as he spoke. "It's the exact same length as the Master Sword. It's just a lot heavier. It's going to be your practice sword from now until the war. You are never going to draw the Master Sword again, and I mean that. Trust me, use this sword for everything from now on and when you go back to the Master Sword you'll be amazed at how much lighter it is."
Link took the sword back from Rusl and moved it back and forth between hands. "This literally weighs a ton. They don't make iron for a reason anymore you know. I fight with one hand and I don't even think I can swing this one-handed. The Master Sword is also lighter than the usual sword of this size, so this is overkill."
Rusl smirked with his arms crossed. "Link, you know I'm right."
Link tried to fully extend his arm with the sword pointing straight out. It was impossible; he couldn't even hold it for three seconds.
Link sighed, "This is going to be tough."
Rusl patted his shoulder, "More than you know. Now, let's get to training."
"Oh Rusl, hold on a moment," Bo cut in.
"Sure," Rusl turned to Link, "Just wait for me outside, won't be long."
Link nodded and made his way out the door, still playing with the heavy sword in his hands. He saw Zelda and Ilia off the pathway by themselves. Ilia was talking and playing with her hands. It looked like she was apologizing, but Zelda was as hard to read as ever.
"What's up with them?" Blaine motioned the girls as Link walked out. "And what's up with that?" Blaine pointed at the sword.
"New training tool, here." Link handed the weapon to his friend.
"This weighs a ton!" Blaine exclaimed. He took a couple swings. "My swords are lighter than most but even I know this is way too heavy."
"Well, it will make me stronger." Link shrugged.
"I don't doubt it." Blaine handed the sword back to him. "Kinda wish I had a personal trainer as well."
"I know man, I asked Rusl but he said it needs to be one-on-one." Link explained sorrowfully.
"I understand, don't worry," Blaine waved him off, "Just wish I had my own trainer. Speaking of which, where's Rusl?"
"Speaking with Bo about something, who knows what."
Just then Rusl walked out the door. "Alright, Link, let's get going."
"Sure Blaine can't come?" Link tried one last time.
"You know I want Blaine to come, Link, I want him to be as equally prepared but I can't train two people effectively."
"It's okay, I understand," Blaine smiled but it was clear he was still upset.
"Sup fellas?" The group turned to see Troy and his mother walking up. She was a rather petite woman, with her black hair extremely short. She had a skinny frame in all areas and she was often mistake for a guy. In fact, it was more likely she was mistaken for a young boy. It didn't seem to ever bother her as she held a very laidback attitude.
She looked at Link and grinned, "Oh Link, becoming manlier every day, Troy needs a new dad, want the job?"
Link chuckled, use to this, "I'll pass."
"Blaine?" She asked.
"I'm good," He grinned.
"Mom, can we just go?" Troy begged.
It was a common routine for Troy's mother to constantly embarrass him.
"Not until I get you a new sibling."
It was also in her nature to be wildly inappropriate.
"Hey Tara," Rusl greeted.
"Hey, the village is expecting you to turn this boy into a true warrior," Tara was referring to Link.
"That's the plan. And same goes for you and Troy."
"He's lazy, so don't hold out much hope."
"Let's go," Troy began walking away.
Her mother didn't follow him and waited a moment. She stepped closer to Rusl and spoke in a whisper so Link and Blaine couldn't hear her. "I'm worried Rusl, these kids aren't ready for this."
"That's why we have to get them ready," Rusl responded honestly. "Even if they hate us for being too tough, it is our duty to get them ready."
"I'm terrified for Troy, and he's an archer. He won't be near any of the fighting, but you must be worried sick for Link. He's put himself in the middle of everything."
"I know, and I've tried multiple times to get him to pull back, but he can't. He has to be the center of everything. That's why I need to train him and I will. I'll make sure he can handle it."
"Okay…okay." Tara patted Rusl's shoulder and stepped back. "Well, gotta go. Link, offer still stands, doors always open."
"Flatter really," Link grinned.
"Who was that?" Zelda inquired as she suddenly appeared with Ilia in tow.
"Troy's mother," Link answered.
"Does she fight too?" Zelda asked.
"Best archer in all the land," Blaine replied.
"So she's good?"
Link turned to Zelda and looked at her seriously, "No really…she's the best in the land. She developed a certain style of archery that makes her the most accurate and quickest. She can shoot an arrow by using her ring finger and pinky finger. With either hand, on horseback, or upside down. We've seen it all. She has been trying to teach Troy as well but he's fairly lazy. Hopefully with everything going on he'll take it more seriously, he has the talent for sure."
"Speaking of training, Link it's time to go," Rusl began walking towards the woods.
"Why must we always go into the woods?" Link asked.
"Privacy, less distractions, an old training ground," Rusl quickly answered, "Now let's go."
"Yeah, yeah, let me just bring this tree-trunk of a sword." Link put the sword over his shoulder.
"New sword?" Zelda inquired.
"I'll explain later," Link answered with a heavy sigh, "right now I gotta go get my ass kicked."
"Have fun," Zelda smiled a little too happily for Link. She was obviously okay with Link suffering a little pain.
"What doesn't kill ya," Link mumbled to himself following after Rusl.
He was at the market getting some bread when the chill first ran down his spine. He knew he was being watched. He could always tell, but he wasn't sure if it was just the Gerudo guards in the market. No, it felt different; he could tell it was someone else. But it did feel familiar…
"Shit." He cursed under his breath; he knew who it was exactly. There was no point in running, he didn't even know if he should run. He had no idea if he was in trouble or not, but if he was, it was not going to be a fun time. He paid the baker for his bread and casually walked away. He could feel them draw closer and he turned down an alleyway just to get it over with. After about ten steps into the alleyway they called out to him.
"We've been looking for you."
"Wasn't hiding," He responded.
"You were hard to find."
"Not sure where you were, but I was trying to not be butchered by the Gerudo raiding the Castle."
"No excuse."
He turned around to face them, "So, what do you want?"
"Come with us."
Their faces were stern as always. They didn't show emotion and they weren't expected too. He was always the exception. But he knew he was in a dangerous situation. He could run, but he wouldn't get far, they had more watching him from afar, he was certain. Besides, nothing was technically wrong yet.
"Where to?" He calmly asked.
"The Castle." One answered. "Now let's go."
He didn't argue as started walking in the direction of the Castle. They followed closely behind him. He took the loaf of bread and began eating it slowly. Just picking off a piece here and there. It seemed casual, but he was trying to eat a full meal in case he was put in prison. He needed to get as much in him now. As they walked passed a jug of water he scooped his hand in it for a drink. The merchant glared at him but he wouldn't do anything over one quick sip of water.
He walked in front of the two men the entire way and neither said a word. Once they got to the entrance to the castle the two men showed the Hyrulian guards a parchment. A Gerudo overseer walked over to examine the document to make sure. He nodded and the group proceeded inside. They walked up the long entrance and if anyone stopped them, they showed the document. There were no problems and soon they reached the Grand Hall.
Ganondorf sat on his throne and when he noticed them his attention peaked, but only slightly. His lover was sitting next to him and her eyes narrowed seeing the new arrivals. These were the men Ganondorf regarded more highly than his own race. It was a blow to her nationalistic pride and an insult to what she stood for. There was nothing she could do about it and she understood the strategic value of that race, but she still was bitter about it all.
"To the Inner Chamber." He ordered. The Desert Lord – now Hyrule King – slowly stood up and marched to the doors behind the throne. The group followed after him.
Once they reached the inner chamber Ganondorf leaned against the table and crossed his arms. "Who is this?"
"The one we've been looking for," One of the escorts answered.
"It took you a while." Ganondorf grunted. "Is he worth it?"
"He was so hard to find because he is worth it," The other one answered.
"If you say so – don't remember him being that great," Ganondorf stated.
"He's our best, if not slightly inexperienced."
"Very well, swear your loyalty." Ganondorf didn't seem impressed by any of this.
He knelt down and crossed an arm over his chest, "I swear myself to you, King Ganondorf, and may I serve you in the justice of the Goddesses until my death."
"Rise and state your name."
He slowly stood up and looked Ganondorf in the eye.
"Sheik."
So, like I said, pretty boring, nothing major really happened, except the end. Next chapter will be a little more interesting, and I swear, this war that keeps being mentioned will come eventually. I really appreciate all the reviews and PMs, it means a ton knowing how many people enjoy reading this story. I only hope I can keep it up and not disappoint. Hopefully, next chapter doesn't take me too long, but as I'm sure you all know at this point, that really is an empty statement.