Link, supercharged by Zelda's smile and best wishes, hardly noticed there was a world outside her eyes at all, let alone some kind of danger or apparent shade being thrown by a certain Shiekah. He bolted out the door, unstoppable. "... Such vigor!" Remarked the King. A whisper among the generals preceded footsteps coming into the war room.
They belonged to a man, tall, dark-skinned, regal in appearance and very much powerful looking as he was poised.
"King of the Gerudo peoples!" Greeted the King. "Did you find your way in alright?"
"Yes, You Majesty, thank you."
"Again, we apologise for the service. Most of our guards are preoccupied." The Gerudo waited, not glancing at the others. "... Of course, that's why you're here. I'd like to talk to you about the current situation in your land... One King to another." At this point the King glanced to Ambiance.
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Ambiance was not the fastest in her departure. There seemed to be a mission ahead, and one that would definitely need to be attended to sooner rather than later. There was a group headed to the desert, heavily armed and in strong number to accompany Yamrhya, at the princess' request. Link, somehow made alive by the interaction, moved with energy and speed, eager to attend to his mission and to return to the princess with a story. Ambiance's smile widened. It was cute, really, the entire interaction between fabled hero and princess. Stories that were eternally interconnected and cycling back on itself, if in different spheres and tales. Marvelous and strange, how the triforce worked.
Ambiance began to excuse herself, only to hear the king speak up and introduce the king of Gerudo. Ambiance was shocked. The man traveled fast. Though, given what was said, Ambiance felt that it was a hint and that was officially her dismissal.
She gave a bow and without word, she left to follow after Link. He probably already had a head start. Not that he really needed her for this journey. ... Still, she felt more useful actually doing something instead of awkwardly trying to find a place to be helpful. The kings would discuss and behave as kings. Heroes would go about their work. And damsels who were swept up in it all would find themselves led by the goddesses and hopefully survive it all. It was a long shot, but it was probably worth it. Wasn't this how fate worked?
I wish I could protect you here Oh, please don't cry, now, smile
**************************************************************** Zelda could only smile as she watched Link storm off. The hero sure was full of sudden energy. Zelda was looking behind her father, watching Link storm off. Oddly, Zelda couldn't wait for Link's return. Maybe the two would have time to walk the castle and speak of his journey. Zelda only blushed at the thought. The came the massive man. Still peeking from behind her father, Zelda studied the massive man. Her' sapphire eyes locked onto him. The Gerudo King had quit the strong aura. Zelda gripped her fathers cape, tight in hand. Zelda had then felt a bit comfortable. Knowing her father was there and through the mental message she received from three Sheikah guards hiding in the shadows of the roof. Yamrhya never left Zelda unattended. If he wasn't glued to her side, he had some of his best disciples with her while he worked. "Father...this is the leader of the Gerudo people?" Zelda asked almost in a hushed tone. Her eyes still scanning the being before her. ****************************************************************
"I must restore the light"
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A chair was pulled out for the Gerudo King, and the conversation--conference, rather--started right off. There were many topics to get to: war, tariffs, alliance even; but none of these were very pretty things and always seemed to stir people to cringe, even if they devoted their lives to them. Zelda, on the other hand, spilling over with beauty, the pride of a nation--suffice to say this was something worth addressing for a moment. "Yes, he is, hun," said the King gesturing to the now seated Gerudo. "He is our best bet at understanding the Gerudo point of view in all this. Without him, a hasty decision could be made..."
"It's a pleasure. I assume this is your daughter, Princess Zelda?" Ganondorf looked at Zelda and gave her a warm smile, quite unlike those scowls thought to be the perpetual mien of the Hybrid Desert People. "The rumors don't live up to reality, I'm afraid. ... You must be quite proud."
"You can't imagine."
The two went on to talk about what they knew. It was agreed on that Ganondorf would hold his men accountable if they interfered with the Hylian legion, totally understanding the haste in sending them. It was also understood that there was something about which they were unsure, a force that was foreign to both cultures, and that both would promote the idea that a level-headed unity was the saving formula in going forward. The Generals understood that the Gerudo were attacked first, under Hylian watch, and offered their deepest apologies in their oversight in security. Ganondorf took it all very well.
"... And what of the Hero? Isn't he among your people?"
"Yes, he is," replied the King sitting up a bit. "I've sent him to gather the Sword of--"
"Evil's Bane... Yes, good foresight indeed."
"You know of the Sword?" The King and his men looked at each other for a moment. "Forgive me, but I'm sure this was something only the Royal Family should know."
"No need to worry. It isn't so hard to gain such information, if one simply listens to history." Ganondorf took his seat back a little and rose, starting to pace about the table. "What I have learned has to do with how my people have come to live. It would be a lie to say that sword didn't play a key role in determining their fate for the past few centuries..."
"Of course... Sorry about--"
"About what? It's all forgotten... Well, at least the bad blood. After all these years it is better for us to simply remember what had caused the conflict: evil, greed, pride on both sides; since both of us carry these blemishes, I say we must think the destroyer of evil, that Sword your people hold so dearly, must be sought out if we are to defeat this new threat..."
(You can post in the Gerudo Desert with your Sheikah and the legion, if you want. I'll be right behind you.)
**************************************************************** Zelda was studying Ganondof with curious eyes. Zelda gave anyone she met the benefit of doubt. Even the Gerudo people. Yet, how Ganondorf held himself truly took her by surprise. It's as if, the Gerudo King wore a veil of true regal and precise power. Something she only truly saw in her father and sheikah see guard/teacher. Zelda blinked a moment after she received her compliment from the other king. "I humbly appreciate your kind words...." Zelda said bowing elegantly to Ganondorf. Then Ganondorf easily expressed his knowledge of the fabled sword. The very sword that helped Hyrule attain it's standing throughout time. Even the mentioning of Link. It all, set an uneasy fire in the princess's stomach. The princess gripped his dress a bit tighter and stood closer to her father. "Excuse me...if I may..." Zelda said finally speaking in on the matter. "Excuse my..ignorance...but..I am not alone when I say we all are surprised that you know of such deep rooted lore.." Zelda said, her icy blue eyes blinking. "A lore so deeply planted....it would take a scholar of great skill...or even someone of my fathers royal lines to even have the simplest idea of it..." Zelda said catching her own tongue before she got carried away. "Excuse me...I'ts just a bit refeshing to meet yet another well studied royal line.." Zelda said bowing her head stepping slightly behind her fathers seat. Zelda felt uneasy now. Hopefully her inquisitive mind hadn't upset her father or Ganondorf. The two skillfully hidden sheikan's in the ceilings were glaring daggers to Ganondorf. ****************************************************************
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"Very good..." Offered the King with his hand reflexively stroking his beard in thought. "You seem to understand--if not the truth of the legend--it's signifi--" Cut off mid-thought, the King waited for his daughter to speak.
Needless to say there air was thick. Something in the way the King looked at his daughter told her "silence! Men are talking," while another aspect of the Gerudo King's aura coated the room with a tension not too far removed from the "fog of war." "Now, Zelda..."
"No, It's fine, really." Ganondorf waved his wrist once in dismissal, showing his poise once again. "... It's a perfectly justified curiosity. I admit that, while I believe I had every right to learn the truth of the legend as it relates to my people, finding a record of the events that weren't under your care was a challenge worthy of our greatest researchers' legacies..."
"Then you mean... You didn't find out from our accounts?" The King was now interested. He thought the Hylians had the only in-tact record of the Legend of the Hero... Or what had happened those centuries ago.
"Of course not. One king to another, I would never disturb your protected secret just to further my knowledge; and that means honoring your wishes, even if it means denying my people some closure."
"Come now, my good King," said Zelda's father with something of a chuckle. "You didn't stop there. You already told us so! Let's have it then. How did you do it, if not by our records?"
"Hm... I don't think I can tell you." Some of the generals were stirring. The King stretched out his arm and quieted them. "... Suffice to say, it falls under our own record."
"... Very well. In the interest of fairness we well take that we both have records of the events which took place."
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Slyn Dreading ~( * ^ * )~ Young Necromancer
Slyn peeked around the corner into the throne room. To his relief, everyone still seemed preoccupied with whatever politics were ensuing between the king, the nosy (oh so nosy) princess and... what? Slyn rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Is that... no, it couldn't be. Slyn thought he'd never see another Gerudo again after he'd been retrieved. Yet of all places, here was the king of the Gerudo inside the Hylian castle. He'd have to poke around and discover why later. There were more pressing matters at hand.
Slyn crept back towards his study room, a forgotten storage area that appeared to have a broken door. Slyn had rigged the door so that it jammed unless you shifted a loose stone just under the door on the other side. Looking down the hall towards the kitchen and back again towards the throne room, he knelt down and slid his small hand under the door. The stone shifted easily, sinking back into its rightful place, flush with the floor. The door swung open inwardly, letting out a smell of damp earth. Slyn stepped inside, quietly closing the door and shifting the stone back up again.
Time to finish today's experiment. After his eyes adjusted to the dark room, he gazed at the floor, reminiscing over his most recent hiccup. A group of human bones in armor were attempting to reassemble themselves. As it turned out, Stalfos were easy to raise. Putting them back down, however, had proved a bit... challenging. With a sigh, Slyn stepped towards a neatly kept corner of the room and grabbed what looked like a shovel with intricate markings etched into the spade and a green gem just beneath the business end. He lazily placed it over his shoulder and made his way back to the partially reformed Stalfos. His magic had at least slowed it the recuperation of the creature. He was relieved after finding that no one in the throne room had heard the loud CLANG of the Stalfos's armor hitting the stone floor when he'd struck it down the first time.
Lowering the shovel, Slyn muttered something in an old tongue, waving his hand once over the spade. The gem glowed a bright green and energy leaked into the markings. The shovel lit up the room with an eerie green light. "Time to rest now. Don't come back until you're told." The Stalfos looked up at him with lifeless hollow eyes. If the creature understood, there was no way to tell. Slyn swung the shovel across the torso of the Stalfos. Green energy erupted from the shovel, tossing bones and armor to the farthest corners of the room.
It was getting late. Both the King and Ganondorf had gone through many subjects, from possible allies to their mutual hope that the Hero would rise up and take his place in history. Neither of them mentioned the darker part of the prophesy. And so it came to pass that they had nearly run out of things to say to one another, the guards on each side looking quite weary of diplomacy. Ganondorf bid his farewell and bowed to the King. The King tipped his crown in return, and silence played the Gerudo patriarch out.
The hallways of Hyrule Castle always held this regal air that would never be duplicated by the Gerudo. Somehow Ganadorf must've been thinking of this, even if it was subconsciously, because he lingered in the halls for quite a while after leaving the War Room. He browsed the pictures of old kings, the oldest picture in the stretch of stone walls being an ancient looking portrait of a Green-clad Hero with a sword thrust into the sky. It made him smile.
"Sir? The caravan is waiting..." An unimpressive, indistinct female guard gave a short Gerudo salute with her concern.
"That's all right... I feel as though I have much to learn from this little visit." He scanned back over the paintings without taking his attention from his handler too long. "I'd like to be alone when we return. There are some things I'd like to review."
"Sir!" And away they went, withdrawing without much ado like a wave on a clear beach.
They were mostly down the hall when a noise wrung out, albeit muffled by the thick stones, and came through the walls to flick Ganondorf and his guards on the ear. A hand rose, and his procession of five female warriors snapped into place with a very practiced stamp to attention. "It seems," started the Gerudo King while turning his menacing gaze in the direction of the sound, "we have more to learn about our friends before departing." The air was coated with his undeniable desire; it quivered itself silent, better to hear his lone footsteps as he approached. A deliberate knock on the door came next, Ganondorf's clean-spoken voice following.
"Excuse me... Could I have a look at your chamber? I'd like to see what it looks like, this Hylian life."
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Slyn Dreading ~( * ^ * )~ Young Necromancer
Knock, knock, knock.
Slyn froze. Oh, dear. Someone heard. Is it the Princess? One of the kitchen hands? Perhaps if I just stay quiet, I-
"Excuse me... Could I have a look at your chamber? I'd like to see what it looks like, this Hylian life."
Oh, no, nonononononononono. It was far worse than Slyn had dared to imagine. The help? He could tell them to shove it. A visitor? He could pretend to be a ghost and have a good laugh about it in the process. The Princess? Nothing a little charm and misdirection couldn't handle. BUT A KING? Slyn's mind was reeling and his heart was racing. He couldn't deny the king entrance. And he certainly couldn't explain the disassembled stalfos, the jarred poe ghosts and the collection of wooden masks from various ReDead. He was, in his mind, doomed.
Come on, Slyn, you're a Dark Mage. Deception is one of your weapons. The young necromancer took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Just a moment, your highness!" He was thankful that his voice hadn't cracked. Stepping around the mess of bones, he stepped on the stone, shifting it into the floor and out of the way. Keeping his hand from shaking, he pulled the door open, but only a few inches. He looked up at the imposing figure (Why must he be so tall?!?) standing just outside his well kept secret. Slyn gave as honest a smile as he could manage. "I'm afraid, your excellence, that this room is quite a mess. Wouldn't want you thinking all Hylians are disorganized slobs." He didn't move from the door, but kept smiling, hoping that his farce had quelled the curiosity of the foreign king. It had been 5 years, but he also hoped that neither he nor his guards recognized the little boy they'd kidnapped, taught, and ultimately lost.
"You worry too much..." Ganondorf knew better than to simply call it good and go, out of boredom perhaps; the opposite was of course happening as any excuse made it seem as though there was something to be seen. "You must know that I think this about none of your people. I'll give you a moment to tidy up." His brutish aura was practically seeping through the door now, just standing, waiting.
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The boy's grin faltered for just a moment. It was difficult to retain his composure in the face of such a forceful presence. The king's features were understanding and his demeanor seemed calm, but somehow Slyn could feel something darker radiating off of his tall, imposing form. It was malice. A deep discontent.
"It'll be just a moment, your highness." As quickly as he dared, Slyn pushed the door shut. He had to think fast. There was nowhere in this sparse space to hide the incriminating materials. He was no illusionist, so he couldn't use magic to disguise them. He'd have to destroy them. But quietly.
Slyn used his free arm to scoop all the wooden ReDead masks off the shelf and started shuffling towards the back of the room, kicking the bones as he walked so that they laid in a heap against the far wall. He set the masks on top of the bones and hurried back to the shelf. There were three jarred Poe Ghosts. He unscrewed the lids on all three of them. Eager to be free, the ghostly forms flew from the jars and began circling the room with vigor. Whispering quickly, he waved a hand over the spade of his shovel. The shovel glowed a deep red. Pointing it at the pile, he released the energy. The red light leaped towards the pile, enveloping it in a red, foggy aura. All three Poe Ghosts turned towards the pile and hissed angrily. He'd made the pile appear to be a foul intruder to their dead eyes. They closed in, scythes raised and lanterns waiving dauntingly. Slyn needed something specific from them, so he spoke what little of the ghostly language that he knew. ~Fire, Attack, Fire!~ The Poes lowered their lanterns. The strange devices opened and 3 streams of flame shot forward to engulf the pile. In a matter of seconds, the pile was erased, devoured by the smokeless flame.
The pile was gone. Now he had only the ghosts to deal with. He whispered in an ancient tongue, speaking words of power that were used but no longer understood. He waved his hand from his collar bone to his knee and became enveloped in a blue mist. To their dead eyes, he was now a Big Poe Ghost. They turned to face him, unmoving. Waiting. He did not speak, but pointed to the far wall. The 3 Poes turned, drifting forward and through the wall. They were sure to frighten whoever was in the next room on their way to Hyrule Field, but at the very least, they weren't in the room. As a final measure, he tossed the pieces of armor into a corner. Now the room had nothing but empty shelves, empty jars, and empty armor pieces. Satisfied with his improvised cleanup, he turned and called out. "I think that's as good as it'll get for now, your majesty. You may come in."
"There we are," said the Gerudo patriarch leading himself in heel and toe. "Such kindness shouldn't be ignored. I'll let the king know that somebody deserves more recognition." The notes in his voice were as measured as a beginner cook's ingredients as he paced about the room. His footsteps were the motion of his thoughts, and his eyes might as well have not been there.
"... May I ask what it is you do around here, my good man?" Said Ganondorf asking a question to which he knew some of the possible answers. "These aren't the quarters of a hardened warrior; telling me I'm wrong, even though I've had the luck not to know the look of Hylian soldiers by heart, simply won't do."
"And you aren't a wizard, at least not the type they have in the court putting on tricks and spinning poems into recyclable fortunes for the masses... No, you're something else. A collector perhaps?" Shortly after, the venom of inquisition almost to Slyn, Ganondorf rewound his deadly deduction and rejoined with a smile and a small laugh. "I'm sorry... That's my upbringing. It was always a game of finding everyone's secrets, since no one would me, the little prince, anything of interest. You could call this my most natural state, then, I suppose."
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Slyn Dreading ~( * ^ * )~ Young Necromancer
The king's motions were methodical. He strode with an air of purpose. This was not some posh figure of distinguished ignorance. This was a man who saw the world hidden beneath the glamorous surface of hope. A dark world where secrets crept, where lies grew, and where chaos reigned. The king's voice was a practiced cool, but it was laced with humor and confidence, as if he already knew that the boy before him was hiding behind nothing but a smile.
"You flatter me, your majesty." Slyn bowed slightly, using his practiced humility. "Here, I am called a Wizard's Apprentice. I am not yet fully trained in the arcane teachings. You are wise in your observation." He never thought he'd be complimenting the intelligence of royalty... Not genuinely, anyway. "These are not my quarters. I often store my master's accumulated junk in this room. It's out of the way and, usually, out of sight of our guests." Slyn placed his hands behind his back so that the king and his guards couldn't see his fingers fidget nervously.
He glanced over at his shovel leaning against the stone wall and was struck with an idea. This turn of events could become beneficial after all. "My studies nowadays almost always consist of me cleaning after my master's mishaps. I came here just now to grab the shovel so that I could bury some broken candles and ash piles. I'd hoped to have become a senior apprentice by now, but my master seems content on keeping me where I am. I don't get much... recognition." It was all Slyn could do to stop himself from grinning.
Ganondorf’s eyes followed Slyn’s to the shovel on reflex. Whatever was going on in here, he thought, was too small for someone who was a lot like. The look in the eye of a man whose mind was in the way of his own success was something that was a bit hard to look at, at least to those whose mind had a similar curse of brilliance. Suppose it was just cleverness; the current environment was so dense--the Hindus calling it Mappa--that even to be clever was a serious illness. Maybe that was too drastic too. … It was as simple as this: Slyn and his kind were the crown of an emerging species; one whose lives would not be supported by the parent species’ diet.
“I wouldn’t guess that makes you feel very useful…” Just another test. “I’ve felt the same way, ignored, subjugated. I’d even go so far as to say I felt invisible from time to time--and, mind you, I was still a teenager when I thought so, but I used to entertain the idea of what would happen if I disappeared…” At this point the Gerudo King was inspecting the shovel, looking as though he was about to take notes on its curious lettering.
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Slyn Dreading ~( * ^ * )~ Young Necromancer
"No, it most certainly doesn't." What are his motives? "I do find solace, your majesty, knowing that you, too, were ignored. It gives me hope of grandeur." He's clearly playing me, but to what end? Entertainment? "I won't lie to you," any more than I have to, of course, "I have given the notion of my absence some thought..." Best to play along, best to let him think he's winning this.... whatever this is. "I don't know what my master would do with himself. Half his spells would be incomplete and his workshop would be a cluttered mess." He allowed himself a smile at this comment. "It'd be gratifying to watch him struggle at the very least." And I'd be without a job or a place to live or access to mage materials. But it'd be best to let the king think you were happy with his hypothetical query.
Slyn followed the king's inquisitive stare, seeing that he was studying the shovel. If the king knew anything about mages, he could probably deduce that the shovel was a casting tool, if not by the intricate etchings then by the gem beneath the blade meant to channel magical energies. This didn't worry the tricky apprentice. If asked, he'd claim it'd always been here and that he, a lowly student, had no idea that this gardening tool held such a purpose. Just another hidden vessel of potential in a castle of unrecognized power.
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I changed my writing style a bit for the first paragraph of this post. Thought it would be an entertaining change of pace. Let me know what you guys think. Still refining my writing style. Thanks!
