"No," Ganondorf said with a twisted, snarling smirk, his face half furious and half tinged with amusement, "I don't want anything. Except power. Control. Rulership." His strong, large hand gripped tighter on the King of Hyrule's throat, holding the middle-aged man aloft in the throne room as the screams from adjacent hallways continued on.
"You won't... you... y-y... get away..." he sputtered out with a great deal of effort, blood stinging and blinding the King's right eye shut, glaring at the Gerudo through his quivering left.
"I already have."
Crick.
Fhoomph.
And like that the King's neck was snapped, his body being released from Ganondorf's grip to fall warm, yet lifeless upon the red carpeted floor. It had happened so quickly, the seven foot warrior-mage of the Gerudo tribe summoning up skeletal warriors from the very ground outside the city, moblins riding upon armored boars coming in from a distance, waltzing through the open gates to attack in broad daylight.
The fools hadn't seen a thing coming. The city had been surrounded in five minutes and sacked in ten. In under fifteen they'd breached the castle, and in twenty the throne room itself. Summoned demons roamed through the hallways now, slaying any remnants of the castle's forces who were foolish enough to reveal themselves. It was likely they thought themselves still capable of mounting a defense. Cute. It was equally likely that many still didn't know what was happening, it'd all been so fast.
Upon bursting into the throne room, a dozen skeletal warriors in tow, eye sockets hollow and bones jittering together with every step, Ganondorf had seized the Queen and thrown her out a window in seconds. No questions had been asked. No demands had been made. The few guards in the throne room had quickly been surrounded and killed by the undead knights and the Queen was thrown several stories to her death, an example quick and heavy in cost. The King had been soon to follow, laying now lifeless at the dark, armored Lord's feet.
Ganondorf looked down at the King, smiling, snickering, the light of a beautiful Spring afternoon shining through numerous windows, coupled with a calming, gentle breeze. It had been such a perfect day. Who would have expected this?
"Find me Zelda," he called out to his servants, the hunched-over skeletons having stood there, awaiting command after slaying Hyrule's final line of defenders. Eight men lay about the throne room in intimidating piles of iron, yet disheartening puddles of crimson. "Find me the Princess. Alive. ...By any means."<|im_end|>
It is said that my people are descendants of the gods; that our ears are delicate and long so that we may hear the softest whispers of the spirit world, and hear the pleas of nature. Our race is the most in tune with the world around us...Though at times, we forget this..
We are a peaceful people, and my family has strived to maintain peace for many generations. The Hylian Royal family contains the strongest bloodline of all of our people...Our sovereignty is ordained by our pure bloodline that is directly traced to the goddesses of the land. But no such divinity spared us the horrific events which devastated our land after the Hyrulean Civil War. My father believed our lands troubles to be over after my birth..That in the midst of such tragedy, I was a gift of reassurance from our ancestors, that Hyrule had not been forgotten
As I sit, cowering inside the grand library behind the statue of a great warrior whose name I could never recall, imprisoned in my own Castle, staring out at the mockingly calm skyline as the sounds of screams and clashing weapons ring in my ears. I realize, that I am a failure to my predecessors. I had seen this war coming. My fathers pride deafened him, and he would not head my warnings though it had been he himself who declared my gifts of foresight a blessing from Nayru
I saw this war coming. I knew I saw the shadows seep through the walls of the castle the moment he stepped through the gates. I saw the darkness retreat, almost bowing to him. I knew his face the moment he arrived, and yet my tongue had swollen within my mouth, preventing an outburst that might have saved my mother, my father, my Kingdom.
Was I destined to fall then?..Is there truly such a thing, as destiny?
The young fair Princess of Hyrule could feel her heart frantically beating beneath her modest breast. She had wedged herself behind one of the statues of a Hylian hero, whom stood before two conjoining bookshelves that had barely provided enough room for even the lean Zelda to slip behind and between. She crouched, trembling between the wooden shelves and the marble platform, her hands over her eyes as she prayed. Prayed for someone, anyone to come and save her, while quietly cursing herself for being unable to defend herself..
Her magic was unstable...and her emotions were clearly clouding her judgment, but could one really blame her? Not ten minutes before, she had seen her mother's body whisk past the window she had been reading beside, crashing in a spray of blood in the gardens below. Zelda had screamed, dropping her book immediately and had almost run into the hall, when the sounds of creaking bones alerted her to the presence of the Dark Wizard's minions. Frantically, she had decided on a hiding place...and hoped she could come up with something before she was found. Six days after her sixteenth birthday...A beautiful spring day, forever tainted in Hyrule's history...A page that would be stained with blood and tears, should history even exist after this assault. The young princess held herself tightly, her white elbow-length gloves covering her mouth to still her frantic breathing. She wore an elegant white gown that day, with a deep pink bodice and golden embroideries of Hylian symbols to ornament the beautiful dress. Her soft blonde locks left free, cascading down her mid-back, with the exception of two strands that were braided with gold and jewels as was tradition for the women of the royal family. Such a tragic sight, such a beautiful noble choking back tears as her castle was seized by such a man as Ganondorf. Her right hand burned terribly, to the point where she gasped aloud. The door then opened, as if on command of her distress, and Zelda froze. She felt her ears twitching as she peeked out from between the statues legs. Her crystalline eyes widening as she saw monstrous creatures searching beneath chairs and behind shelves. As they advanced the room, Zelda spotted the door had been left open. She was no match for them physically...and perhaps not even magically, though their capabilities were unknown to her. Biting her lip slowly, Zelda picked up the skirts of her gown and slowly stood while the creatures backs were turned. Making her way lightly, softly...slowly across the carpeted floor and towards the open door. Backing into the hall, the princess suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as a hot breath poured down upon her. She felt her skin crawl, as what felt like a glob of saliva dripped upon her shoulders. The shadow of the Moblin was all she had seen as she turned. Without even time to scream, a sudden blow came to her head, and Zelda found her world suddenly fading into shadows.<|im_end|>