Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

The time was fast approaching, Ganondorf knew this with every fibre of his being, he felt it in his very soul. Before very long the plot that had for so long be implemented one careful step at a time would begin in earnest and once that happened there was little that would be able to stop him from taking the lands of Hyrule as his own, claiming the Triforce of Wisdom and Courage, and claim the princess Zelda as his concubine. More and more often it seemed to him as though that might be the most important of the goals, having desired her from the moment he saw her at a trade meeting several years before. A large man, even by the standards of his people, Ganondorf stood nearly seven feet tall and was well proportioned for a man of his size, with broad shoulders and chest matched by strong arms and hands. Even as he sat, brooding on his throne of gold and obsidian he cut an imposing figure. Several hours before he had dismissed his varied attendants, guards, advisors, generals, and the members of his harem, all had been attending to him but his mood had turned dark and he had desired solitude. Sitting in the throne he had drawn upon his vast sorcery, the only man in the history of his people to master the magical arts aided by his shard of the Triforce. The silence and solitude helped him focus as he cast his mind out to observe the monster out creautes that he had encouraged to flourish in the lands of Hyrule in a plot to destabilise the kingdom and stretch its military resources before the coming invasion... and it would come soon. But as he observed he felt a sensation akin to a prickling at the back of his neck, there was someone in his palace that shouldn't be there... someone with considerable magical talents of their own. Somehow they had gotten close to the throne room and he hadn't even noticed them until they drew upon their talents... the use of magic within the palace like a candle being suddenly lit in a dim room, impossible to ignore. His focus was back with his body right away and he straightened up in his throne, drawing upon the vast resivours of magical power he possessed to prepare for the assassination attempt he was sure would follow, it wouldn't be the first. But when the doors to the throne room opened and his eyes adjusted to the sudden and painfully bright light he was confused. This was no assassination attempt, the Princess he desired stood before him and without any guards. He didn't doubt that her magic would allow her to pose a danger to a lesser man and defend herself but he doubted she would be able to match his vast power. Princess Zelda... he greeted her slowly, rising from his throne, the heavy armour of black and gold shifting as he moved, a wave of his hand igniting torches along the walls of the throne room, granting light enough to see in detail the arrangement of furniture and banners that made it very clear that the man in the throne upon the raised dias was a man with power and authority. If I had been informed that you were on your way to see me I would have made preparations. A small smile crossing over his face, looking at her closely, lecherously. But let's not rest upon ceremony and niceties... please let me know about this offer you have in mind.