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Title: Reverie
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
Characters: Ganondorf, Volvagia, brief mention of Malon
Prompt: Choices
Word Count: 546
Rating: PG
Summary: Ganondorf pays the price of bargaining with a dragon.
Author's Notes: Inspired by erin lasgalen's Price of Freedom.
Ganondorf had whispered to the drake as she slept, curling his fingers through her dreams with dark magic born in the desert. Malon watched him, for a time, sitting at his side as he read from dusty parchments and decaying books, but she retreated down the long staircase when his eyes flashed red. In the beginning he needed Malon, using her song to charm the old serpent and open her ears to his suggestions. Now he held fast to her thoughts and Malon was dismissed to hide in the sun-filled chamber of the missing princess.
To the drake he made silky promises of freedom and she answered him with vows of immortality. Ganondorf had always been bold, but his confidence had not yet shattered him. But when the serpent hinted at a dorment power of Hyrule, undiscovered and untouched by man, he could not stop a victorious smile from his lips. He slept well that night, tangled in Malon's embrace, lost in the thought of controlling the chaos of the goddesses.
The crimson dragon, wise and ancient, dreampt about him and the future. The plight of men, the puny insects who birthed, shat, and died, had never been a concern to her. Trapped in the bowels of the bubbling, mumbling volcano, she had long been detached from the world which now housed the infestation of humans. The Dark Lord had seen her; no other men, not even the blue-eyed princess, had dared to notice her. He amused her, she decided, and his dusky skin and gold eyes were pleasing to her and she admitted to herself that some of his traits were not so unlike those of the blessed drakes.
Slinking slowly, ever so carefully, she parted the nebulous clouds of sleep and magic until she located the spirit of her new consort. Crooning to the slumbering king, she distracted him as she slid through his memories. He was a strange thing, desperate for something and blundering blindly to get hold of it, but he had a strength and a will uncommon in these evanescent creatures. She thought of her mate who had flown west and climbed the frozen mountains to slumber where the ice never melted. She wondered lightly when he had died and by whose hand. She shifted through Ganondorf's thoughts with her yellow talons, but sighed when she found no answer to her questions - of the mountains he knew little, only tales of the white wolves, and of dragons he knew only her name.
Useless creature that he was, the serpent realized if any man could break the spell that binded her to the rock, it would be this black soldier. Time swam mocking before her, in her old age her authority over time weakened, and she could not see if he had already been cursed or was yet unblemished by his doom. She decided that it mattered little, he had already been ensnared by her web, and she would let him try to free her.
A panic awoke Ganondorf, but he could not name the cause. Through the slick residue of he dreams he found only a pair of laughing eyes. Malon sang and the unknown fear uncoiled, but it would be weeks until the restlessness left him.
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
Characters: Ganondorf, Volvagia, brief mention of Malon
Prompt: Choices
Word Count: 546
Rating: PG
Summary: Ganondorf pays the price of bargaining with a dragon.
Author's Notes: Inspired by erin lasgalen's Price of Freedom.
Ganondorf had whispered to the drake as she slept, curling his fingers through her dreams with dark magic born in the desert. Malon watched him, for a time, sitting at his side as he read from dusty parchments and decaying books, but she retreated down the long staircase when his eyes flashed red. In the beginning he needed Malon, using her song to charm the old serpent and open her ears to his suggestions. Now he held fast to her thoughts and Malon was dismissed to hide in the sun-filled chamber of the missing princess.
To the drake he made silky promises of freedom and she answered him with vows of immortality. Ganondorf had always been bold, but his confidence had not yet shattered him. But when the serpent hinted at a dorment power of Hyrule, undiscovered and untouched by man, he could not stop a victorious smile from his lips. He slept well that night, tangled in Malon's embrace, lost in the thought of controlling the chaos of the goddesses.
The crimson dragon, wise and ancient, dreampt about him and the future. The plight of men, the puny insects who birthed, shat, and died, had never been a concern to her. Trapped in the bowels of the bubbling, mumbling volcano, she had long been detached from the world which now housed the infestation of humans. The Dark Lord had seen her; no other men, not even the blue-eyed princess, had dared to notice her. He amused her, she decided, and his dusky skin and gold eyes were pleasing to her and she admitted to herself that some of his traits were not so unlike those of the blessed drakes.
Slinking slowly, ever so carefully, she parted the nebulous clouds of sleep and magic until she located the spirit of her new consort. Crooning to the slumbering king, she distracted him as she slid through his memories. He was a strange thing, desperate for something and blundering blindly to get hold of it, but he had a strength and a will uncommon in these evanescent creatures. She thought of her mate who had flown west and climbed the frozen mountains to slumber where the ice never melted. She wondered lightly when he had died and by whose hand. She shifted through Ganondorf's thoughts with her yellow talons, but sighed when she found no answer to her questions - of the mountains he knew little, only tales of the white wolves, and of dragons he knew only her name.
Useless creature that he was, the serpent realized if any man could break the spell that binded her to the rock, it would be this black soldier. Time swam mocking before her, in her old age her authority over time weakened, and she could not see if he had already been cursed or was yet unblemished by his doom. She decided that it mattered little, he had already been ensnared by her web, and she would let him try to free her.
A panic awoke Ganondorf, but he could not name the cause. Through the slick residue of he dreams he found only a pair of laughing eyes. Malon sang and the unknown fear uncoiled, but it would be weeks until the restlessness left him.