(Chapter 4)

They have met, a little voice whispered in his mind.

The bulking monstrosity of a man clenched his fists in ill-disguised anger. His red stained eyes smoldered as the burning power in his right hand pulsed with an unforgettable feeling. The feeling of almost being complete. The feeling of incredible power.

He swept off of his cold, silver throne, his silken robes billowing around in him like an inky black cloud. His voice boomed across the nearly empty hall, sounding like a lion's roar, "Soldiers, do not let anyone bother me!" before he stepped through a nearby door.

The man quickly walked through the hallways, his mind a million miles away. Although this was not his castle, he knew the way to his room by heart. His large feet sunk into the plush red carpet that lined every passage in the castle.

Power, wisdom, and courage, he mused with a harsh smile. At last the triforce could finally be complete. He could be a god, he could be unstoppable.

What then? A little voice whispered in the back of his mind. Will you sit in a palace high above the clouds, plucking fresh grapes from a vine? Will you watch as the world bellow you slowly rots from neglect?

He shook the voice away with a loud growl. No, it didn't matter now. He needed to concentrate. Finally reaching his study door, he marched inside before slamming it shut behind him. The lock clicked as the door locked automatically.

"Hello, Ganondorf," a girlish treble said in a sort of sing song way.

His eyes widened in surprise. "Who's there?" he growled, scrutinizing every inch of his room.

The chair behind his desk spun around, revealing a young girl. The sunlight illuminated her deep ruby hair, making it look like a bright fire. Her skin was a deep bronze tone, the color of the Gerudo. Her eyes were closed as she hummed song.

Ganondorf frowned, forming deep creases on his weathered face. "How did you get in here?" he demanded, stepping forward threateningly.

The girl opened her eyes, revealing clouded red irises. She smiled at his general direction, her eyes a tad bit too high to focus on his face. "I walked," she said cheekily.

"You're a blind. How did you find your way in here?" he asked again.

She frowned at him. "So rude you are, my dear king, Ganondorf. It's not nice to tell people they are blind, even if they are." She stood up and stretched casually, her eyes closed once again.

Ganondorf was about to say something when the girl suddenly jumped over his head and landed at his back. The man whirled around, his heart beating faster than normal.

She smiled brightly and twirled around to face him. Her canines shined in the bright room. "I am your servant, here to serve you." She bowed low, her head almost touching the floor.

The man backed away, his heart beating faster with every second that past. "Who sent you?" he nearly shouted. A fierce and burning power was starting to build in his right hand.

"Now isn't this sad?" she whispered, her unseeing eyes staring into his own. "You are afraid of me, a little girl." Her eyebrows furrowed, forming thin creases on her young face. "I feel sorry for you."

His eyes narrowed in surprise and anger. "Who are you to judge me? Did you know me when I was young?" he demanded sharply.

She smiled slightly, showing dimples. "Yes," she said.

The man blanched his mouth slightly agape. Then he closed it in a thin and severe line. "Explain this instance!" he snarled, his voice booming like thunder around the room. The magic in his palm trembled.

Her smile widened in amusement. "My name is Nadia. I am the goddesses' servant. If you want me to be specific, mainly Din sends me out to do her bidding." She paused, as if considering what to say next. "Her ladyship isn't happy with what you are doing with her gift, so here I am to guide you!"

Gannondorf wanted to slice her straight in half and throw her into a pit of lava. Whose fault was that he was like this? The blasted goddess herself, Din.

He growled like a cornered animal. "Do not jest with me, little girl." The triforce's power began to make strange popping sounds in his hands. "Even if you are the goddesses' servant, which is doubtful, how could you stop me?"

Although her smile was still on her face, it now looked sinister. "I can kill you."

He could feel a chill pass through his body. The building magic began to fade away as his fear consumed the power.

Having no choice, he spoke yet again with a certain amount of disdain coloring his voice, "What will you do now that you are here?"

"What I'm supposed to do," she said indifferently, spinning on her heels. "Guide you. And you can't complain. You have no choice, after all."

It had taken him several hours to get rid of his new pest. He had to bribe her with an unimaginable amount of sweets. He shook his head in disgust. She was truly insane. One moment, she was lecturing him, and the next she was playing in a puddle! Nadia was definitely bipolar.

He strode into a small sitting room, his footsteps loud and angry. He sat, waiting impatiently for his guest to arrive. Several minutes later, a young man walked in, his cerulean eyes piercing through Ganondorf.

"Sit," Ganondorf commanded, pointing to a hard and uncomfortable chair in front of him. "Now," he rumbled when the other man did not follow his order.

The younger man sat down, his face a mask of indifference. Yet, if you knew him well enough, you could see the nervous turmoil in his blue eyes. He shifted in his seat uneasily and crossed his arms over his chest.

Ganondorf clasped his hands together tightly, his mouth set into a grim line. He leaned forward menacingly. "I have received reports of rebels in and near Lake Hylia. Why did you not inform me of this?"

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Rebels? There are no such reports of rebels. I would know since I have just come back from visiting the surrounding towns and cities of Lake Hylia."

"I think not," the King growled, pulling out a slip of paper. "There are credible reports of these conspirators." He jammed his finger under a sentence and read it aloud, "According to several of the towns, including Rose Spring, Dorcliff, and Praedium, there is a scheduled celebration for the chosen child who is prophesized that he will destroy your legacy. People are corralling under him and are getting ready to rebel against your rule."

He frowned and shook his head. "I heard of such rumors, but they are hardly worth investigating. There is no truth in prophesiers' prophecies, wouldn't you agree, father dearest?"

Ganondorf's eyes glowed with poorly concealed irritation. He stood up abruptly, his cape slapping the other man in the face. "Do not give me cheek, Link. I don't have time to deal with your insubordination. I'm better off going to Rubinus to expand my borders."

Link leaned back in his chair and stared his father straight in the eyes. "Then leave and attend more important matters, King Gannondorf, the Conqueror."

"Lovely nickname you have given me," the King said dryly.

Link shrugged. "That is what the people on the streets are calling you. You conquer kingdom after kingdom, never giving a second thought to the people who occupy those lands. You may divide the land between your children, but you do nothing else to help. In fact, Rubinus, Thalssius, Chyrsol, and Hyrule are practically different nations. If you conquer more and more, then you will destroy yourself. That chosen child needn't even try."

The man seemed to ignore Link's words and simply said, "You have driven me off topic. I order you to raze down Praedium. Teach the rebels a lesson. If you do not, then you know the consequences." He turned away from his son with a flap of his cape.

Link quickly stood up to chase after Ganondorf. His eyes were wide in surprise and horror. "Wait!" he cried.

But Gannondorf was already gone.

A/N:

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Clairae