The blood that formed the Triforce symbol bubbled and steamed as if the pedestal were on fire. Only a charred black mark remained when all the blood was cooked away. The charcoal black outline bled a dark red mist that coated the floor. The Triforce of Power shot sparks of purple and green magic, which became more fluid and danced gracefully until it dissipated. The magic waves only stopped when a dense ball of pure black energy bolted into the air and hovered just above the pedestal. Purple lightning struck across the surface of the orb, from the edge to the center, and expanded with each flash of light. The crimson mist that hovered by the floor was suddenly sucked into the orb, as if it devoured the blood sacrificed to it a second time. The lightning faded as the last of the red smog was absorbed. The colors of the gathered energy spun wildly within the black orb, until it burst, and in its place remained a man.
He gazed at his hands as he flexed his fingers. He rotated his shoulders and turned his head to stretch his neck. The mortal body was familiar, and a snug fit for all his power. If not for its strong physique, the body would have failed. He searched the familiar room and wondered why he was back in the desert. And who dared summon him? He need only gaze toward the floor to find the answer to that question. A woman knelt with her head and hands in a position for prayer. Her name came to him as easily as all of his own. He leaned forward and gently wrapped his fingers around her lower jaw. "Ganondora, my queen."
Her eyes fluttered open, and they were the same mesmerizing yellow he remembered, with golden flakes that sparkled, even in the dark. Being nude, those eyes became transfixed on the first thing she saw from her knees. With the slightest tug, he commanded her to her feet and she obeyed. Her features were fierce, and her sensual curves accentuated her warrior frame. He slid his fingers gently over her ear and combed them through her soft, red hair. "Ganondorf, my king," she breathed in disbelief, and closed the distance between them with one step forward. She thrust her arms around his torso. He enjoyed the embrace of her slender arms, and settled his arm protectively around her shoulders. He placed one hand on the back of her head when she pressed her forehead against his chest. In the still silence, her scent overwhelmed his senses, and he felt her tremble as she fought back tears of joy. "I have missed you dearly."
"I see you have not changed," he commented smugly.
She leaned away, and he supported her lower back. With a soft smile, she said, "Life would be so boring if I wasn't emotional or irrational, and didn't know when to close my mouth."
"I completely agree. Tell me how your skills have come to revive me in this form," he requested.
"Actually, our new life is thanks to the Desert Goddess," Dora explained, never looking away. "She brought me back, but needed the blood of three individuals before we could awaken you. I have learned so much about this new world, and I think the most important detail for us is that Zelda's birthday is tomorrow. Apparently, her sixteenth birthday has become quite a celebration for all of Hyrule, and nearly all of the population will be gathered in one place. I already know where Link is, since I had to collect his blood, and he will be there as a Knight of Hyrule."
"It sounds like you have planned to decimate Hyrule in one powerful attack," Ganondorf surmised.
She grinned. "You know me all too well, my love. It is an opportunity we cannot ignore."
"This time, we take Hyrule by surprise, and I wrench the Triforce from the goddesses before Hylia knows what hit her."
"The best part is most of the people I've talked to don't even believe in the legends anymore, or the goddesses. They feel that their peace will never be endangered," Dora bragged. "They may have forgotten the Triforce exists."
"I will remind them that evil does not rest, even after death," Ganondorf laughed.
"I have not learned the resting place of the Triforce yet, but the Goddess of the Sand has promised to help."
Ganondorf adjusted slightly so that he could turn his head to look directly at the statue. She was unchanged, and still beautiful. Her voice echoed throughout the room boldly. "The Triforce was returned to the Sacred Realm after Link's wish was granted to restore Hyrule to glory. The only entrance is hidden deep under water of the great Sea of Hyrule, which is where the river you are familiar with now flows. The power of the Demon King is great enough to overwhelm any obstacles that may stand in your way."
"Once chaos and devastation has brought Hyrule to its knees, I will claim the Triforce for even more power, and total domination of Hyrule," Ganondorf declared.
Dora smiled up at him and gave his waist a squeeze. "That's the power hungry king I adore."
"If I am not mistaken, Dora, the crest of the hero was visible on Link's hand?" the goddess inquired.
"That's correct."
"And neither Link nor Zelda witnessed you while you stole their blood?"
"Link slept, and woke just as I escaped. Zelda was not so easily fooled. I blindfolded her so she could not see me, but she heard my voice. I lied to her that I needed her blood for a ritual so that Hylia could be awakened in her," she explained persuasively. "I told her to keep it a secret, or it wouldn't work."
"Clever, aren't you?" Ganondorf complimented.
"Oh, but you can only imagine how difficult it was for me to avoid taking her life," Dora added.
"There is one more concern you may have," the goddess warned. "With the hero awakened, he may be taken to see Zelda. If that is the case, he will immediately try to draw the Master Sword, which lies hidden in the dungeon of the castle."
"My power is fully restored, and I am in complete control. I will not be stopped," Ganondorf said darkly.
"I am so glad you are human again, and not a raging monster," Dora said, relieved, and glanced down. "Oh. I brought these for you," she said suddenly, and pulled out a bundle of clothes from her bag to hand him. "I was reborn to the world nude, so I figured you would as well."
Ganondorf accepted the clothes, but then tossed them to the floor beside the pedestal. She gazed at him in shock, until he explained, "I have come to this world to reclaim what is mine, and I prefer to begin with you." He snatched her arm and pulled her roughly toward him, so that she stumbled into his body.
"But, what about Hyrule?" she questioned timidly.
"I will indulge in you until I've had my fill," he demanded deviously. He kissed her with a balance of strength and passion, and she shuddered just perfectly. Her senses escaped her and she quickly melted in his arms with a gentle tremble.
Dora submitted to her king faithfully, and satisfied him with new, fiery excitement. The pleasure of reuniting as husband and wife was euphoric beyond their wildest imagination. When her screams of ecstasy were at their purest, and her body convulsed with the power of her orgasm, his response was the release of his sated lust, and a terrible animal like moan. Ganondorf made it clear, with the Desert Goddess as his witness, that Dora belonged to only him.