Thread: The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses)

Ganondorf clapped. And he laughed. Splendid, splendid, he bemused, standing in the throne room still, looking on from the high slitted windows. He had watched the whole spectacle, the nude elf being dragged across unforgiving stone that no doubt scraped against her skin, and no doubt dislocated something whenever her high speeds took her crashing into the stone fountain at the courtyard's center. He watched her through thorn bushes, through the mud, he watched her again and again coming near close to one of the other boars caving in her pretty little skull as it quaked by, running from another Moblin's flame. And he watched as the most dangerous in Hyrule were set free, darting for the courtyard's exit. Kill them, he said simply, armored hands reaching back to clasp behind him. The order was simple, and expected to be carried out swift and in full. Their freedom was granted for Zelda, a show that I wanted her to see. And now that she thinks such women and men are running free, take some soldiers to hunt them down, set arrows in their backs before they ever make it to the town. His hands unclasped. Ganondorf thrust one to the side in an outward wave, a signal that it was to be carried out, and with it the remaining skeletal fiends exited the room in a great sound of rattling bones and clanking armor to set upon their task. Horrible things will befall these people... Overdue, deserved things, don't you worry little girl, he continued in a whisper to himself. But they will be things of my doing, by sources of my control. Not anarchy, no. Revenge. Turning now, Ganondorf left the throne room, his new seat of power, to stride through the halls of the castle. In every hallway tapestries were torn or burned, lengths of carpet were stained with blood, and bodies lay littered as if the debris after some great storm. Two of his loyal minions remained at every end of a hallway, every opening to another area, guards set to see to any stragglers the various corridors might harbor. Ganondorf passed through all of these, ebony and crimson cape flowing behind his heavy booted steps, a wickedly pleasant grin upon his face as he neared the stairs down to the jails. It was beautiful, when he finally reached the room she was being held in. So barren. So crushing. So cold and alone. The Gerudo's hand was careful in pulling aside the rectangular iron plate allowing him to peep into the room, careful to not make a noise and alert her of his presence. For now he would observe. Her skin caked in a drying mixture of mud and blood. The look of a woman fallen so far, naked upon unforgiving stone, tangled in the very ropes that had seen to her abuse. The delicate sound of soft sobs, part because she was female, part because her ribs were likely in too much pain to take larger breaths. It was enough for a man like him to get off on. But, no, that small iron sheet slid closed, and with it Zelda's connection to the outside world. He had made his point to her very, very clear, and his next step would come only with time. She'd need that time to properly wrap her head around everything. She'd need that time for it to set in that this was all very, very real. She'd need that time to pray for a savior, only to accept that such things were exclusive to a child's fantasies. Fairy tales, and nothing more. - - - - And time did pass, whether she liked it or not. Hours turned into their first day. That first day turned into a very long second, and a third after that, with a full week drawing near. A week of sleeping upon a thin layer of hay upon a thick layer of stone. A week of her only interaction with others being the very brief moment once a day when her heavy wood and iron cell door would open, when a pair of hulking Moblin guards would enter, one with a plate of raw or rotting food and the other brandishing a spear to urge her away. A week of either starving or having to take to that food quickly to beat her cellmates of maggots and rats for it later. And a week where nothing happened, there was no interaction, nothing to listen to, no sign from the outside world whether everything she loved was in flames or the Gerudo had been vanquished and she soon to be freed. Nothing. There was nothing. And that's why, instead of one horrible week, Ganondorf decided to wait two. Knock. Knock. The raps upon the door were heavy, though he no longer wore his armor. Dark green leather pants, brown leather boots, dark brown silk shirt, and leather straps criss-crossed along his forearms. The bolt was undone on the other side of the door with a great show of sound, and in its opening stood the silhouette of a towering seven foot form. Hello little girl, he said with a wicked smile, chin firm, tilted and raised, grin from ear to ear, have you thought yet about that apology?