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Tryout Fic 13: VillageThe skies over the Porta Dei were mostly blue. There were little patches of white every so often where a fluffy cloud dared to obscure the sunlight and prevent it from reaching the inhabitants below. There was also a small patch of red in the air briefly over a field near the contestant's hotel. And just as suddenly as it appeared it dropped out of sight to the world below. "Why won't you fly??" asked Ness as he ran over to his new kite, which for the tenth time had refused to stay in the air. The young lad from Onett had bought it right before he left for the tournament and was hoping to have some fun with it before the drama of the tournament begun. He wasn't that worried, though. His first-round opponent seemed nice enough, although he could be intense at times, and if he did manage to beat Jak he would most likely face Auron, who seemed to be much less of a big meanie than that stinky Bowser was last year. "Okay, one last time," Ness said sadly as he decided to run down a nearby hill in order to give himself some speed which would hopefully help give the kite some air. Ness took off and ran down the hill full speed, almost tripping over a rock, but managing to compose himself enough to turn around and stare at the kite as he reached a flatter piece of ground. He started to frown as the kite started to droop, but his frown turned to a smile as an icy gust of air hit the kite, launching it high into the sky, and almost bringing Ness with it as well. Ness cheered and ran around as the tiny speck of red joined the blues and whites of the skies of Porta Dei. -- However, a nearby figure was not smiling. Ganondorf Dragmire stood in the shadow of a nearby building, staring across the broad expanse of grass at the setting sun. From where he stood, it seemed as if the colors of the setting sun were tinting the grass, making the orange and red hues remind him of the fire and sand of his home, the Gerudo Desert. Well, his former home that is. The Gerudo Desert now lay miles beneath the surface of the Great Sea, buried (by those "slothful Gods" as Ganondorf put it) under an eternity of water. And just like it did in the Desert, an icy wind began to blow. Ganondorf stared across the plains, watching the smiling boy, and wondering how people could take joy in something that only brought death and destruction. The wind had brought no good to the people of Gerudo Valley. It ruined their crops and made them shiver in the cold of the night. Where were the Gods then, when his people were suffering, when they were dying of hunger? They paid all their attention to their "chosen" people, the Hylians, leaving the Gerudos to rot and suffer in their own pitiful graves. These thoughts tired Ganondorf and he decided to return to his room for the night and turned away from the fields and began walking through the makeshift village in the cool evening air, as the sky began to grow dark. He was passing the shop when he first heard it. The laughter. Not of a child, not of a babe, but of a young woman. There was something. . ."familiar" in that laughter and Ganondorf desired to know what it was. He turned around trying to figure out where it had come from, but to no avail. The streets were just as deserted as they had been when he had begun his walk back to the hotel. Ganondorf sighed and attributed it to a trick of his mind and continued his walk. But then, several minutes later he heard it again. Gentle, feminine laughter, and footsteps. They weren't walking towards him, they weren't walking away, they were just. . .walking. They were quiet and pensive. They were the footsteps of someone that was trying to be very careful. They were the footsteps of. . .a thief! Ganondorf's hand dropped to the handle of his sword and the Triforce symbol on the back of his hand began to glow in anger. "Who's there?" he called out. "Show yourself. It is not wise to meddle with a man of my power. I am a King." ". . .of thieves," the voice finished for him. And then it began it's gentle laughter again. Ganondorf spun around behind him where the voice had come from. No one was there. He stared up at the roofs of the bulidings, hoping to get some kind of clue as to where the voice was coming from. And then he saw it. A glimmer of movement up on the rooftops. Somebody was moving up there! Ganondorf immediately raced towards the building, only to hear the sound of someone dropping off the back of the building, onto the ground. "That sounded like. . "Ganondorf thought. "No. That's impossible. It couldn't be." Ganondorf followed the sound of the person to the back of the building, where his sense of smell was immediately assaulted by an intoxicating smell. It was a smell that he had last inhaled many years ago. It was a perfume worn by Gerudo women, mixed together from the many herbs of the desert. But it was most notably worn by one woman. It was worn by. . . "I would advise you to put your sword away, my King," Nabooru's voice said from behind him. "You cannot harm me. You would only end up harming yourself. Your exertion in your victory would only end up weakening you against Alucard, and I know you wouldn't want that, would you?" Ganondorf turned around to behold the person he had imagined the first time he had heard that laughter. Nabooru, Sage of Spirit. "But, how?!" Ganondorf exclaimed. "How are you here?! I sent Koume and Kotake-" "-to kill me," Nabooru interrupted. "I remember it quite well. It was not a pleasant experience." "How are you alive?" Ganondorf said, as he turned on her, anger in his eyes. "Alive?!" she laughed. "Is that what you think I am? If so, you are poorly mistaken. I died in the Spirit Temple and it was there that my life ceased. Do not take my appearance as a contradiction of that fact. I'm only here because you want me to be here." It was now Ganondorf's time to laugh. "Hah! You think I want to see you. You're the last person I'd want to see. You betrayed me to that Kokiri boy. Don't try lying to me. I know you would have used him to kill me in an instant if you had the chance." "I am not here because I want to be," Nabooru continued. "I am here because you desire me to be. Your feelings do. Your feelings of guilt." "What feelings of guilt?" the King of Evil queried. "I have no guilt over what happened to you. You only stood in my path to be King." "I am not talking about that, you fool!" Nabooru snapped. "I am talking about this." The Sage of Spirit grabbed Ganondorf by his shoulders and in his shock was able to spin him around to face the setting sun. At once her presence seemed to dissipate and Ganondorf was back in the valley of the Gerudos. He stared in horror at the bleak faces of the females. Some women desperately tried to drag a hoe through withered gardens that the wind had lain bare. Mothers tried to shield their daughters from the biting cold wind that ran over the valley as it blew sharp grains of sands into the children's eyes. People lay around with the most awful expressions on their face. They had hardly any food. They had hardly any water. They had hardly any reason for living at all. The wind had utterly destroyed them, and the absence of their leader made things even worse. And like that, the vision was gone. Ganondorf stood up, as if he had just awakened from a nap in the middle of the pathway near the Training Center. He stood up in a daze. He looked around for Nabooru, but she was as gone as his visions of his home were. But what she had said was right. He did feel guilt. Guilt that he was not able to save his people. Guilt that he had lost to Link and become sealed in the Scared Realm, utterly helpless as they suffered through their daily lives. "I shall win this tournament," Ganondorf shouted to no one in particular. "I will bring fame to the Gerudo. I may not have been there to save them in their time of need. But I can do this. Soon, all through the multiverse, people will respect and honor the Gerudo, like the people of Hyrule should have!!!" Next Entry Back |