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Ganondorf ([personal profile] occupyhyrule) wrote in [community profile] thearenas2024-10-18 12:28 am

01.

The attack came at dawn, in the small hours when light began to bleed into the black sky. In formation, the soldiers marched. They were twisted beings, their shape warped into something corrupt and monstrous. They looked bleak against Hyrule Field's vibrancy and color. And at the helm was the King of Evil himself.

The sun was sitting higher when they reached the gates of Castle Town. The shadow beasts tore the gates from their hinges and plowed through the first line of defense. And it took them no time to bring this battle to the feet of Princess Zelda. When the dust settled, she lay dead among her men. He picked his way among the remains, frowning at the sight of Zelda's crumpled form on the floor. The battle had not been what he envisioned. Zelda was hardly any use to him dead. At least before he could claim his prize. Instead, the light of her Triforce dimmed with her life.

It would take ages to find it again.

When twilight began to blot out the sun, Ganondorf was already planning. The Royal Family thought itself so clever. There were relatives scattered across the breadth of Hyrule, and the Triforce could have found its way to any of them. He would send his shadow beasts out to find any maiden with even a passing resemblance to the lost princess. It would take time. Thankfully, with his situation more secure, Ganondorf had the patience. In the meantime, he busied himself scouring the archives for a clue about the Triforce of Courage. He would have all 3 in time and finally have his wish granted.

He found her here, among the dusty tomes and unsealed scrolls.

"I did not see you during the battle, Midna," he said, "Weren't you there?"
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[personal profile] envoyoftwilight 2024-10-19 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing had gone at all the way she'd envisioned it. From the very beginning when she had lost her own throne. To the position where Hyrule Castle had fallen to the man she was proverbially at the side of. To even the death of Hyrule's monarch and the loss of a relic that Midna didn't truly understand. She didn't expect to find herself where she was. In a library, looking through books, for information she didn't even know how to locate.

And not on Ganondorf's behalf, no matter how he or others might have interpreted her search for knowledge.

When he found her, she nearly started. Her insides jumped, though the twilight princess was careful to keep herself composed and even. Looking back to him, a hand on a book that was more on history of the Sheikah people and their various influences over Hyrule's history, she tilted her head.

"Would you have me place myself in harm's way?" she asked him then, the pull on her mouth a touch coy. Or as close to coy as she was going to get in the face of her circumstances. He had the advantage and she knew it well enough. She would have to play along until opportunity told her otherwise. Especially if she wanted to have some insight as to what he was doing.

"It would be difficult for me to assist you if something were to happen to me. I do, however, keep my eyes and my ears open. It is important for me to know where we stand."
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[personal profile] envoyoftwilight 2024-10-20 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Every time he smiled at her, she felt her insides twist up and knot. It was not nerves. It was agitation. Frustration. Anger. He had taken everything from her and she had been unable to do anything except to let him. To a point, she understood necessity. If she wanted to last one more day in this world, in the Twilight, in any world, she had to simply wait. Midna, unfortunately, was not the most patient woman. She did not envision that changing anytime soon.

She did not feel spared either when the words my dear escaped his mouth, though she suspected there was more truth in his words than she wanted them to be. If he struck her down, perhaps her people might have seen vengeance on her behalf, but the likelihood was more that they would simply be afraid. Although she could not have called herself the perfect princess, the perfect leader, she did love them. It was not an easy task to send them to die on her behalf.

"Of course you would not," she agreed, nearly in a murmur. As his touch found the back of her hand, she seemed to know well enough what it was he wanted. It was not something as lovers did, she thought. No simple act of lacing fingers and holding hands. She surrendered her book to him. That historical collection on the Sheikah and their place in Hylian society, especially in relation to the royal family. And once he had the book, she leaned back in the chair she graced, crossing one leg over the other and acting anything but the regal late Princess Zelda might have carried herself in.

"I heard of your victory over the princess. Something, perhaps, to be celebrated. Whispers tell me you could not obtain what you desired of her. And now you search for something, hardly knowing where to begin. Perhaps this book will help." With a hand, she tapped at a page idly. Not that page specifically, but the book in general. "The royal family had servants. More than ones serving in this castle. Perhaps tailing one of them will bring you closer to that which you seek."

For all that she didn't wish to aid him, it was only to buy her time. In truth, she hardly knew if the trail of the Sheikah would bring him anything or if it would simply keep him occupied. Either way, it would grant her just a berth of days, of nights, that would possibly provide her distraction. Something to keep his eyes off of her. Beggars could not be choosers, even when they were beautiful princesses.