lllChampionlll
Hylia's chosen
- Joined
- Sep 6, 2020
- Gender
- Male
Author Introduction:
Hey there! New guy here, just wanted to post this story and get some thoughts.
Within the Sacred Realm, his mind was lost in thought. The red skies and dark clouds would hover over him as he reflects again and again on how he almost wielded the entire Triforce, the three pieces left by the Goddesses to grant him his wish. The constant thoughts of being so close yet so far away continued to press within the confounds of his wicked and entitled mind. “All of it…All of it was mine for the taking, yet I was denied by the other two foolish Goddesses?” His eyes would gaze down upon the back of his hand, seeing the one triangle light up at the top of the golden yet incomplete symbol. His expression of grief and worry quickly disappeared once he realized what was given to him or rather, what he stole. “The power of Din….Strong enough to submit the force of Nayru and Farore to my will. “ The power began to radiate from his clenched fist, nothing could stop him from his newfound motivation and ambition. His lips would form a clever smirk that quickly evolved into a self-serving and arrogant chuckle and then a maniacal laugh. What seemed like an eternity of thinking and scheming within his mind was only just but a few short minutes. Ganondorf knew what needed to be done and he proceeded to walk towards the exit of the Realm.
A few feet away from the exit, he stopped in place. That same devilish smirk would appear on his face once more. Someone else was in his lair. “You believe to go unnoticed…? Do you think yourself of a better thief than I?” his voice was firm and controlling. His back still turned to this assailant, clearly not worried nor giving a care in the world as he would clench his fist again. “Or perhaps you seek to challenge me?” he laughs. “You lack wisdom to enter this domain and oppose me…But Courage... You are not Nayru’s Champion….No… Farore’s fool, is what you are. Yes, this all makes sense…”
The figure emerged from the shadows yet remained hidden within his cloak. “And you are Din’s failure.” the assailant said in a cold tone. “She looks down upon you and pities the excuse of a man you are Ganon. That power has not been earned, but stolen!” The figure’s voice echoed within Ganon’s realm, insulting him. The courage and power within the man’s voice was so strong that for a moment, Ganon’s own lair would shift and reflect off the intruders’ heart. Ganon’s eyes shot wide open, his guard creeping up as he had to be alert! This was no mere stranger or fool wielding Farore’s blessing!
The air in the room shifted, the intruder had moved! There was no unsheathing of the infamous Master Sword, yet the Dark Lord knew a weapon was brought out. The assailant took silent yet confident footsteps towards Din’s thief. Aware of the situation and the power he possesses, Ganondorf smirked. “You lack the weapon that COULD have given you a head start on leaving.” His right hand embedded with Din’s Power would reach for his sword hiding within his cape. “Unfortunately for you…”
His hand firmly grasped the handle of his massive blade. The triforce of Power would radiate from his hand. Ganondorf could feel the power within him. ”I give no mercy!” Gannondorf quickly spun around and swung his massive blade towards the voice. The massive blade clanked against the floor leaving a trail of purple colored blood. He stood in complete shock and awe as the stub of his dismembered arm continued to ooze blood.
Complete and utter silence reflected from within the chamber. Not a scream or grunt in pain escaped his lips when he realized what happened. His body instinctively took a few steps back only to fall on one knee and clench onto the wound. His eyes were wide with shock, staring at the intruder who held a black and silver colored axe. “You are not worthy of her blessing….” The hooded figured whispered. Ganondorf could only look up at his opponent harmed and still in shock. His eyes kept trying to study and examine the weapon as the assailant rose it up to perform another strike. “H-How!” he stammered. “No weapon in the prophecies outside of one should harm one who has been blessed by Din!”
“You were never blessed, Thief.” The courageous champion swung his axe and pressed it against Ganondorf’s chest, breaking the armor and sending him flying out the exit of the Sacred Lair.
“H-How?” The Dark Lord thought to himself as he felt his eyelids grow heavy and his life force depleting. No mere champion should have beaten him like this…And then he quickly recalled to that one second the champion challenged him. It is said that the Sacred Realm turns into a life of paradise for good and a terrible darkness for evil. Within that second, Ganondorf did not see a paradise challenge his dark lair…No, he saw a darker lair challenging his own. “I-Impossible….” He muttered under his own breath. His eyes could no longer stay open as he was teleported elsewhere.
He felt the intense heat Gerudo Desert had to offer. His body felt heavy. Each breath of air felt like his last. His sense of hearing was the only reliable thing his dying body could give him. He heard a group of footsteps approaching him. He had no strength to question who was approaching him. “Sisters!” A young voice called out. “Over here!” Ganondorf was drifting in and out of consciousness, unable to clearly hear what they were saying. “He’s dying.” One stated, her voice filled with concern. “This doesn’t concern us. Leave him.” Said another one. “You want to bring a man back to our village? “
An older voice silenced the others. “Enough. We are taking him with us. Death like this is not one should face. “ The women lifted up his body. “Be swift, we need to be home before nightfall.”
Hey there! New guy here, just wanted to post this story and get some thoughts.
Chapter 1
Within the Sacred Realm, his mind was lost in thought. The red skies and dark clouds would hover over him as he reflects again and again on how he almost wielded the entire Triforce, the three pieces left by the Goddesses to grant him his wish. The constant thoughts of being so close yet so far away continued to press within the confounds of his wicked and entitled mind. “All of it…All of it was mine for the taking, yet I was denied by the other two foolish Goddesses?” His eyes would gaze down upon the back of his hand, seeing the one triangle light up at the top of the golden yet incomplete symbol. His expression of grief and worry quickly disappeared once he realized what was given to him or rather, what he stole. “The power of Din….Strong enough to submit the force of Nayru and Farore to my will. “ The power began to radiate from his clenched fist, nothing could stop him from his newfound motivation and ambition. His lips would form a clever smirk that quickly evolved into a self-serving and arrogant chuckle and then a maniacal laugh. What seemed like an eternity of thinking and scheming within his mind was only just but a few short minutes. Ganondorf knew what needed to be done and he proceeded to walk towards the exit of the Realm.
A few feet away from the exit, he stopped in place. That same devilish smirk would appear on his face once more. Someone else was in his lair. “You believe to go unnoticed…? Do you think yourself of a better thief than I?” his voice was firm and controlling. His back still turned to this assailant, clearly not worried nor giving a care in the world as he would clench his fist again. “Or perhaps you seek to challenge me?” he laughs. “You lack wisdom to enter this domain and oppose me…But Courage... You are not Nayru’s Champion….No… Farore’s fool, is what you are. Yes, this all makes sense…”
The figure emerged from the shadows yet remained hidden within his cloak. “And you are Din’s failure.” the assailant said in a cold tone. “She looks down upon you and pities the excuse of a man you are Ganon. That power has not been earned, but stolen!” The figure’s voice echoed within Ganon’s realm, insulting him. The courage and power within the man’s voice was so strong that for a moment, Ganon’s own lair would shift and reflect off the intruders’ heart. Ganon’s eyes shot wide open, his guard creeping up as he had to be alert! This was no mere stranger or fool wielding Farore’s blessing!
The air in the room shifted, the intruder had moved! There was no unsheathing of the infamous Master Sword, yet the Dark Lord knew a weapon was brought out. The assailant took silent yet confident footsteps towards Din’s thief. Aware of the situation and the power he possesses, Ganondorf smirked. “You lack the weapon that COULD have given you a head start on leaving.” His right hand embedded with Din’s Power would reach for his sword hiding within his cape. “Unfortunately for you…”
His hand firmly grasped the handle of his massive blade. The triforce of Power would radiate from his hand. Ganondorf could feel the power within him. ”I give no mercy!” Gannondorf quickly spun around and swung his massive blade towards the voice. The massive blade clanked against the floor leaving a trail of purple colored blood. He stood in complete shock and awe as the stub of his dismembered arm continued to ooze blood.
Complete and utter silence reflected from within the chamber. Not a scream or grunt in pain escaped his lips when he realized what happened. His body instinctively took a few steps back only to fall on one knee and clench onto the wound. His eyes were wide with shock, staring at the intruder who held a black and silver colored axe. “You are not worthy of her blessing….” The hooded figured whispered. Ganondorf could only look up at his opponent harmed and still in shock. His eyes kept trying to study and examine the weapon as the assailant rose it up to perform another strike. “H-How!” he stammered. “No weapon in the prophecies outside of one should harm one who has been blessed by Din!”
“You were never blessed, Thief.” The courageous champion swung his axe and pressed it against Ganondorf’s chest, breaking the armor and sending him flying out the exit of the Sacred Lair.
“H-How?” The Dark Lord thought to himself as he felt his eyelids grow heavy and his life force depleting. No mere champion should have beaten him like this…And then he quickly recalled to that one second the champion challenged him. It is said that the Sacred Realm turns into a life of paradise for good and a terrible darkness for evil. Within that second, Ganondorf did not see a paradise challenge his dark lair…No, he saw a darker lair challenging his own. “I-Impossible….” He muttered under his own breath. His eyes could no longer stay open as he was teleported elsewhere.
He felt the intense heat Gerudo Desert had to offer. His body felt heavy. Each breath of air felt like his last. His sense of hearing was the only reliable thing his dying body could give him. He heard a group of footsteps approaching him. He had no strength to question who was approaching him. “Sisters!” A young voice called out. “Over here!” Ganondorf was drifting in and out of consciousness, unable to clearly hear what they were saying. “He’s dying.” One stated, her voice filled with concern. “This doesn’t concern us. Leave him.” Said another one. “You want to bring a man back to our village? “
An older voice silenced the others. “Enough. We are taking him with us. Death like this is not one should face. “ The women lifted up his body. “Be swift, we need to be home before nightfall.”
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