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Title: Empty Skies Above
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
Characters: Malon and Ganondorf
Prompt: Strangers
Word Count: 465
Rating: PG
Summary: Malon is a trespasser in Ganondorf's world.
Author's Notes: This is what I get for listening to Sting's "Desert Rose" on endless repeat.
The strange winds of the desert wasteland unsettled her - and for a girl who had grown on the lush fields of the south the yellow air and sweeping, patternless landscape seemed more a realm of death than anything else.
Ganondorf insisted on her accompanying him to the temple, deaf to her refusals. Though the oasis provided a comforting haven from the blasting sand, Malon didn't trust the temple and the face that loomed over head. Even the garden was uncanny; bubbling water and blooming flowers served more to increase rather than dismiss her fears. The eyes, she tried to explain, if the statue had been built to guard the temple's secrets from outsiders, then wouldn't the eyes see her and recognize her as an intruder?
He ran his hands through her red hair - she had Gerudo blood in her, diluted as it was. Malon was stubborn though, she was a farm girl and her identity couldn't be hidden by the silks and jewels that he draped her in.
The temple's shadows were intermittently shattered by stray sunlight that drifted down from cracks in the temple's heavy ceiling. Sand slid in, too, making hissing piles. Malon walked slowly, sure to keep her footsteps quiet, and clutched the blade at her side. Glittering gems in the walls winked like eyes and Malon half imagined that behind those flashing orbs slithered some unnamed monster.
Ganondorf, unconcerned with malicious magic, forced open unwilling doors and banished the guardians who dared to keep him from his goal. She couldn't be sure of the passage of time - the shadows and the sand made everything uncertain - but her sore feet convinced her that she had been following the Dark King for hours, from day to night.
She had expected a serpent to be the keeper of the temple, but when they reached it's core, she found herself staring at a pair women. It might have been the flickering light, but they seemed to be constantly shifting - they were ancient, they were maidens, they were but one woman, they were two. She fell back, pressing against the cool, crumbling walls, as Ganondorf spoke to them in the queer language of the Gerudos. She turned her eyes away, their motion too dizzying to watch. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed as if they were bargaining; Ganondorf's voice changed from soothing to demanding and finally to impatient. She heard rather than saw him unsheathe his massive sword, his armor clinking as he moved. His threat was apparently convinving enough and he came to her after a few more moments filled with his booming voice.
She realized later the purpose of the quest, but there was nothing she could do to save Link from his fate.
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
Characters: Malon and Ganondorf
Prompt: Strangers
Word Count: 465
Rating: PG
Summary: Malon is a trespasser in Ganondorf's world.
Author's Notes: This is what I get for listening to Sting's "Desert Rose" on endless repeat.
The strange winds of the desert wasteland unsettled her - and for a girl who had grown on the lush fields of the south the yellow air and sweeping, patternless landscape seemed more a realm of death than anything else.
Ganondorf insisted on her accompanying him to the temple, deaf to her refusals. Though the oasis provided a comforting haven from the blasting sand, Malon didn't trust the temple and the face that loomed over head. Even the garden was uncanny; bubbling water and blooming flowers served more to increase rather than dismiss her fears. The eyes, she tried to explain, if the statue had been built to guard the temple's secrets from outsiders, then wouldn't the eyes see her and recognize her as an intruder?
He ran his hands through her red hair - she had Gerudo blood in her, diluted as it was. Malon was stubborn though, she was a farm girl and her identity couldn't be hidden by the silks and jewels that he draped her in.
The temple's shadows were intermittently shattered by stray sunlight that drifted down from cracks in the temple's heavy ceiling. Sand slid in, too, making hissing piles. Malon walked slowly, sure to keep her footsteps quiet, and clutched the blade at her side. Glittering gems in the walls winked like eyes and Malon half imagined that behind those flashing orbs slithered some unnamed monster.
Ganondorf, unconcerned with malicious magic, forced open unwilling doors and banished the guardians who dared to keep him from his goal. She couldn't be sure of the passage of time - the shadows and the sand made everything uncertain - but her sore feet convinced her that she had been following the Dark King for hours, from day to night.
She had expected a serpent to be the keeper of the temple, but when they reached it's core, she found herself staring at a pair women. It might have been the flickering light, but they seemed to be constantly shifting - they were ancient, they were maidens, they were but one woman, they were two. She fell back, pressing against the cool, crumbling walls, as Ganondorf spoke to them in the queer language of the Gerudos. She turned her eyes away, their motion too dizzying to watch. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed as if they were bargaining; Ganondorf's voice changed from soothing to demanding and finally to impatient. She heard rather than saw him unsheathe his massive sword, his armor clinking as he moved. His threat was apparently convinving enough and he came to her after a few more moments filled with his booming voice.
She realized later the purpose of the quest, but there was nothing she could do to save Link from his fate.