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She awoke to an odd warmth at her back and the sun blazing down on her neck and shoulders. She was vaguely aware of movement around her but she couldn't for anything remember where she was or what she was doing. She felt a hand reach around her waist tugging at something. She moaned a little and looked down. The hand around her waist belonged to someone much larger than herself. For some reason she felt sick just looking at it. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized who was behind her; she panicked and threw her head back hitting herself on his hard armored chest. She heard a heavy chuckle behind her. She shook her head to try to relieve some of the pain and felt him move his arm to back around her.
She managed to become alert enough to look to her sides. “Where are we?” she asked, her voice quiet and raspy. She felt as though she’d been drinking sand, her throat and her mouth ached and felt dry.
He didn’t give her an answer. Instead his hand reached up to turn her head towards the desert around them. She looked where his hand forced her to look. Her throat burned and she began to cough with his hand on her throat. She felt his fingers tighten around her throat and then he released her. No words, not even a questioning answer. She looked around the desert by herself now. All she could see for miles was sand and she was afraid for what she would see when the sand ended and they managed to get where they were going.
After a while she began to feel as though as though her world was crumbling down upon her head. Her throat was killing her, her baby was behind the man whom she was most afraid of in this world, and she might never get home. She felt her eyes attempting to tear up, but her body was so void of water that all she could do was make her tear ducts hurt in an attempt to do so. She leaned forward to rest her front half on the horse just to take the pressure off of sitting on the horse for so long. The man behind her shifted in the saddle and then pulled the horse to a slow stop. He slid off and onto the sandy ground below and lifted her off with him till her feet were on the smooth sandy surface. She regretted not having her boots but the sand felt smooth and grainy against her feet which she realized she liked very much.
She let her feet sink into the cool sand a bit and watched as he pulled a bottle out of a pouch on the horses flank. He took her jaw in his hand and pressed on the hinges in order to open her mouth. “Vha?” She got out in confusion. He pulled the cork off with his teeth and tipped the bottle so that the clear liquid spilled out into her mouth. The water was cool and tangy against her parched lips and throat. She immediately felt better and drank heavily trying to alleviate the painful dry feeling in her throat.
After a moment he pulled the bottle back and walked around to the back of the horse to give some to the infant. As he was pouring the liquid in the child’s mouth two of his bandits approached him. He followed them a bit away from the horse leaving woman and child to stand alone with the steed. While his back was turned and he was distracted with the bandits she saw her chance, and though frightened she took it. She slipped around the back side of the horse and lifted her baby out of the basket and pressing him to her chest, she ran. She slipped on the hot sand as she was running down the side of the dune. She thought of nothing but running, her breath harsh and her head pulsing in a rhythmic pain as she pushed herself to the limit running down the sand and away from the bandits.
It occurred to her that this could all end up redundant. He had a horse, and a legion of bandits at his command. And she was just one, very young, very helpless woman alone in the middle of the desert as the sun blazed down on her. As she got further away she heard the horse whinny and she heard shouts from where he and his bandits were. She knew she had been discovered, but there was no place to hide. She was in the middle of the sand with not even a rock near her. She looked into the horizon and saw a few stone slabs about 6 yards away. Maybe if she gave it her all she could get to them and seek shelter before he found her. She began to run towards them tucking her infant even closer to her chest. As she began to get closer to the tablets she began to gather hope. Maybe she would make it, and then she may not be found and could be free to travel back to her home.
She made it a few more feet closer to the tablets when all fell apart. A creature leapt out of the sand beside her just grazing her as it headed back for the ground. She screamed falling towards the desert floor. Her scream caused a second of the creatures to prepare another surprise attack on her as well. She began to swerve as an attempt to get away from them. She brought her scream up an octave when one of their teeth caught her shoulder and almost drug her towards the ground. Just when she was going horse from screaming, she was lifted off of the ground and onto the front of the stallion. She pulled her baby in close to her as she felt a sword pulled out behind her. Within a moment both of the creatures were disintegrated and her screams were ceased. Afraid to look behind her she dropped her head and went limp as he reached in front of her and removed the child from her arms. When the baby was back in his place on the horse he put his arms back around her and steered the horse back towards the direction they had been going.
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Ganondorf was fuming by the time he reached the two of them and it only took moments for him to dispatch the moldorms that were causing her screaming. He angrily took his son from her arms and then wrapped his own around her waist. She was far too much trouble for one woman that he could so easily find a replacement for. When they got back to the camp the baby was going to the Twinrova. They would do as he told them. When she attempted to move her hand to pat the horses head he grasped her wrist till she cried out in pain. What in the world possessed her to do such a thing as run. He released her wrist and allowed her to move forward towards the horses head. He noticed she even tried to keep her hips away from his. That made his lips curl. So easily frightened, he wondered what she would do when faced with an actual monster. He was still angry for her attempt to run away. He had given her water, allowed her to be awake. This was what he got for it, a temperamental young woman who cannot stay where she is put and does as she pleases regardless of what is expected of her.
He couldn’t bring himself to think of what had possessed him to desire her in the first place. It could have been her hair. He reached up and caressed it, It was a shade that very few in this country had. It may have just been her in general. She was strong willed and intelligent, with just a touch of stubbornness. While he found this personality grating to his nerves it reminded him a bit of his people. Maybe that was what had caused him to create this disturbance, he was lucky however, this woman had given him a son and far before the time that a child would be born male into his tribe. His son may not be true Gerudo, but he is a male child born to the king nonetheless.
While he was thinking he felt her shift forward on the horse. He looked down to see what she was doing and sure enough it was nothing good. If her hand got any closer to the stallion’s mouth he would bite it off, and then who would have to deal with the screaming? He reached forward and tugged her arm back towards her chest. He’d have to keep her tied up if he didn’t want her doing anything stupid. He looked back towards the sandy desert, he could just leave her here that was what she had been aiming for in the beginning. He hadn’t even noticed her wandering off if she had made it any further he wouldn’t have been able to find her or the infant in time. He would have to keep a more careful watch on her from now on. Without proper supervision either she or his son might end up dead.

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He pulled her hand away from the horse’s mouth roughly, and then kept it wrapped around her chest with his own on top of it. She was vaguely aware of the desert sands going by at a speed that seemed so slow that it was barely noticeable they were moving at all. As they moved in the dry desert heat she found it was getting harder and harder to keep herself away from him. If she moved too far forward he pulled her back. However if she stayed in one spot too long she started to get sore.
She was just starting to become sore again when she felt him kick the horse into speed. She hadn’t been looking at the desert for a while so when she looked up to see what they were galloping towards her heart skipped a beat. It was a fortress made of tents. The colors were almost surreal in the middle of the desert sand. As they neared the city she began to shift uneasily. What if he was planning on robbing these people? She would not be able to defend them, she would just have to sit and watch. She couldn’t imagine just sitting on the sidelines watching him to destroy an entire town. She started to shake.
As they rode up to the barrier however she realized this was not the case. He rode straight through with the women on lookout doing nothing but saluting him as he rode by. Confused she watched around them as they entered camp. Others on the street either looked at him in reverence or didn’t even make eye contact. Every single female (for they all were female) responded to him as though he were something more than a monstrous bandit. As though he were someone respected, someone important.
She took the time to carefully look around the road that they traveled on. Those who walked it had tanned skin, and gold eyes, with striking red hair. All were women as far as she could see. Very few walked the street as they did. None walked in front of their horse. She began to feel his importance grow as each step they took led them to a large central tent.
The horse stopped outside of the tent and he slid off pulling her with him. Standing next to him she felt so small and weak she couldn’t help herself when she snuggled closer to the horse. She watched as a small crowd gathered around to take things from the bandits. She stood out of sight and out of mind. Some of the women who came up to take things looked at her but after a few moments she realized they were more interested in the goods being passed out than they were in the young woman standing beside their leaders horse. Some of the things passed out were gold pieces or trinkets. Many consisted of rupee’s or rupee purses. The thing that caught her eye was in the pile of things that women were retrieving was a book. She reached her hand out to take it. Her hand was intercepted before she could even make it halfway, and she was spun around with a slap to the face. His gloves made the cheek hurt so bad that she was blinded by tears before she even hit the floor. She didn’t see what was going on for a few moments but lifted her head as soon as the blinding pain disappeared. All of the items were gone out of the pile, including the book she had so wanted to see.
She waited quietly while he finished negotiating with his followers, telling them were to go and what to do while he was here. Then he lifted the baby out of the basket and pushed on her back for her to follow him. He pushed her around and through a flap on the tent into the inside of the big tent. The inside was decorated as a war room with a miniature model of Hyrule in the center. The walls and floor was covered in trinkets from past conquests and she saw things from the Zora’s Domain all the way to things taken from the Faron woods, such as little carvings and what appeared to be a monkey pelt. She walked around looking at the objects, running her fingers over glass orbs, and caressing the wooden carvings just the feel of them made her feel like she was at those places looking out over the vast Hyrulean fields again.
As she was looking over the objects a pair of old witches entered the tent. They were shriveled and wrinkled, and though they looked like twins their hair made it easy to tell which was which. One sister had blazing, fiery hair, whilst the others was cold as ice. She shivered just looking at the one. She stopped her investigation to listen to what they had to say. She hadn’t yet heard her captor speak, at least not this time, and she wasn’t about to let any information slip by. She stood silently by a table as the witches made their presence known.
“MY LORD. YOU ASKED FOR US?” the old witches said in harmony. She watched them stand by him waiting for instructions. Then her mouth dropped open as she watched him whisper something to them and start to bend down and hand them her baby. She screamed, then she reached for the thing that was closest to her hand, a Hylian dagger that was sitting on a nearby table. She ran headfirst towards him and the two witches with the dagger in hand. She hadn’t even made it half way there before the witches magic caught her. Then she was finished, a freezing cool sensation filled her body, followed by a warm sensation that made her feel sick. She staggered a few feet more towards them but fell a few moments after her body dropping down onto the floor and her head hitting the carpet before she even knew what was happening. Her eyes fluttered open and shut and she began to lose consciousness as the spells left their toll on her weak human body. The last thing she saw was him watching her fall into a deep induced sleep as he came over and removed the dagger from her fingers.

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            He watched as she ran towards them with the dagger in her hand. She wasn’t very frightening, even with a weapon, and he was willing to say that she was probably more dangerous to herself than anyone else. His lip curled a bit, it was actually kind of enjoyable watching her wave that thing around. It was so enjoyable in fact, that when the Twinrova blasted her to keep her from getting any closer, he was a bit disappointed. He had been hoping she would make it to him so that he could hold her in front of him and watch her scream and wave that little knife around. When she was out cold on the floor he signaled for the Twinrova to take the baby and leave. They would care for his son for the time being. He went to the mother on the floor and took the knife from her fingers. She wouldn’t need it while she slept. He lifted her up and carried her out of the tent. “I may as well move her now when she has no preference in the matter.” He thought. She moaned a little as he picked her up off of the floor. There were still places on her body where the cold had seeped in, or the hot had seared her skin. He would have to have one of the women take a look at her to make sure she would survive. He didn’t take her just to have her die on him.

     It occurred to her that this could all end up redundant. He had a horse, and a legion of bandits at his command. And she was just one, very young, very helpless woman alone in the middle of the desert as the sun blazed down on her. As she got further away she heard the horse whinny and she heard shouts from where he and his bandits were. She knew she had been discovered, but there was no place to hide. She was in the middle of the sand with not even a rock near her. She looked into the horizon and saw a few stone slabs about 6 yards away. Maybe if she gave it her all she could get to them and seek shelter before he found her. She began to run towards them tucking her infant even closer to her chest. As she began to get closer to the tablets she began to gather hope. Maybe she would make it, and then she may not be found and could be free to travel back to her home. She made it a few more feet closer to the tablets when all fell apart. A creature leapt out of the sand beside her just grazing her as it headed back for the ground. She screamed falling towards the desert floor. Her scream caused a second of the creatures to prepare another surprise attack on her as well. She began to swerve as an attempt to get away from them. She brought her scream up an octave when one of their teeth caught her shoulder and almost drug her towards the ground. Just when she was going horse from screaming, she was lifted off of the ground and onto the front of the stallion. She pulled her baby in close to her as she felt a sword pulled out behind her. Within a moment both of the creatures were disintegrated and her screams were ceased. Afraid to look behind her she dropped her head and went limp as he reached in front of her and removed the child from her arms. When the baby was back in his place on the horse he put his arms back around her and steered the horse back towards the direction they had been going. ~.~ Ganondorf was fuming by the time he reached the two of them and it only took moments for him to dispatch the moldorms that were causing her screaming. He angrily took his son from her arms and then wrapped his own around her waist. She was far too much trouble for one woman that he could so easily find a replacement for. When they got back to the camp the baby was going to the Twinrova. They would do as he told them. When she attempted to move her hand to pat the horses head he grasped her wrist till she cried out in pain. What in the world possessed her to do such a thing as run. He released her wrist and allowed her to move forward towards the horses head. He noticed she even tried to keep her hips away from his. That made his lips curl. So easily frightened, he wondered what she would do when faced with an actual monster. He was still angry for her attempt to run away. He had given her water, allowed her to be awake. This was what he got for it, a temperamental young woman who cannot stay where she is put and does as she pleases regardless of what is expected of her. He couldn t bring himself to think of what had possessed him to desire her in the first place. It could have been her hair. He reached up and caressed it, It was a shade that very few in this country had. It may have just been her in general. She was strong willed and intelligent, with just a touch of stubbornness. While he found this personality grating to his nerves it reminded him a bit of his people. Maybe that was what had caused him to create this disturbance, he was lucky however, this woman had given him a son and far before the time that a child would be born male into his tribe. His son may not be true Gerudo, but he is a male child born to the king nonetheless. While he was thinking he felt her shift forward on the horse. He looked down to see what she was doing and sure enough it was nothing good. If her hand got any closer to the stallion s mouth he would bite it off, and then who would have to deal with the screaming? He reached forward and tugged her arm back towards her chest. He d have to keep her tied up if he didn t want her doing anything stupid. He looked back towards the sandy desert, he could just leave her here that was what she had been aiming for in the beginning. He hadn t even noticed her wandering off if she had made it any further he wouldn t have been able to find her or the infant in time. He would have to keep a more careful watch on her from now on. Without proper supervision either she or his son might end up dead. ~.~ He pulled her hand away from the horse s mouth roughly, and then kept it wrapped around her chest with his own on top of it. She was vaguely aware of the desert sands going by at a speed that seemed so slow that it was barely noticeable they were moving at all. As they moved in the dry desert heat she found it was getting harder and harder to keep herself away from him. If she moved too far forward he pulled her back. However if she stayed in one spot too long she started to get sore. She was just starting to become sore again when she felt him kick the horse into speed. She hadn t been looking at the desert for a while so when she looked up to see what they were galloping towards her heart skipped a beat. It was a fortress made of tents. The colors were almost surreal in the middle of the desert sand. As they neared the city she began to shift uneasily. What if he was planning on robbing these people? She would not be able to defend them, she would just have to sit and watch. She couldn t imagine just sitting on the sidelines watching him to destroy an entire town. She started to shake. As they rode up to the barrier however she realized this was not the case. He rode straight through with the women on lookout doing nothing but saluting him as he rode by. Confused she watched around them as they entered camp. Others on the street either looked at him in reverence or didn t even make eye contact. Every single female (for they all were female) responded to him as though he were something more than a monstrous bandit. As though he were someone respected, someone important. She took the time to carefully look around the road that they traveled on. Those who walked it had tanned skin, and gold eyes, with striking red hair. All were women as far as she could see. Very few walked the street as they did. None walked in front of their horse. She began to feel his importance grow as each step they took led them to a large central tent. The horse stopped outside of the tent and he slid off pulling her with him. Standing next to him she felt so small and weak she couldn t help herself when she snuggled closer to the horse. She watched as a small crowd gathered around to take things from the bandits. She stood out of sight and out of mind. Some of the women who came up to take things looked at her but after a few moments she realized they were more interested in the goods being passed out than they were in the young woman standing beside their leaders horse. Some of the things passed out were gold pieces or trinkets. Many consisted of rupee s or rupee purses. The thing that caught her eye was in the pile of things that women were retrieving was a book. She reached her hand out to take it. Her hand was intercepted before she could even make it halfway, and she was spun around with a slap to the face. His gloves made the cheek hurt so bad that she was blinded by tears before she even hit the floor. She didn t see what was going on for a few moments but lifted her head as soon as the blinding pain disappeared. All of the items were gone out of the pile, including the book she had so wanted to see. She waited quietly while he finished negotiating with his followers, telling them were to go and what to do while he was here. Then he lifted the baby out of the basket and pushed on her back for her to follow him. He pushed her around and through a flap on the tent into the inside of the big tent. The inside was decorated as a war room with a miniature model of Hyrule in the center. The walls and floor was covered in trinkets from past conquests and she saw things from the Zora s Domain all the way to things taken from the Faron woods, such as little carvings and what appeared to be a monkey pelt. She walked around looking at the objects, running her fingers over glass orbs, and caressing the wooden carvings just the feel of them made her feel like she was at those places looking out over the vast Hyrulean fields again. As she was looking over the objects a pair of old witches entered the tent. They were shriveled and wrinkled, and though they looked like twins their hair made it easy to tell which was which. One sister had blazing, fiery hair, whilst the others was cold as ice. She shivered just looking at the one. She stopped her investigation to listen to what they had to say. She hadn t yet heard her captor speak, at least not this time, and she wasn t about to let any information slip by. She stood silently by a table as the witches made their presence known. MY LORD. YOU ASKED FOR US? the old witches said in harmony. She watched them stand by him waiting for instructions. Then her mouth dropped open as she watched him whisper something to them and start to bend down and hand them her baby. She screamed, then she reached for the thing that was closest to her hand, a Hylian dagger that was sitting on a nearby table. She ran headfirst towards him and the two witches with the dagger in hand. She hadn t even made it half way there before the witches magic caught her. Then she was finished, a freezing cool sensation filled her body, followed by a warm sensation that made her feel sick. She staggered a few feet more towards them but fell a few moments after her body dropping down onto the floor and her head hitting the carpet before she even knew what was happening. Her eyes fluttered open and shut and she began to lose consciousness as the spells left their toll on her weak human body. The last thing she saw was him watching her fall into a deep induced sleep as he came over and removed the dagger from her fingers. ~.~ He watched as she ran towards them with the dagger in her hand. She wasn t very frightening, even with a weapon, and he was willing to say that she was probably more dangerous to herself than anyone else. His lip curled a bit, it was actually kind of enjoyable watching her wave that thing around. It was so enjoyable in fact, that when the Twinrova blasted her to keep her from getting any closer, he was a bit disappointed. He had been hoping she would make it to him so that he could hold her in front of him and watch her scream and wave that little knife around. When she was out cold on the floor he signaled for the Twinrova to take the baby and leave. They would care for his son for the time being. He went to the mother on the floor and took the knife from her fingers. She wouldn t need it while she slept. He lifted her up and carried her out of the tent. I may as well move her now when she has no preference in the matter. He thought. She moaned a little as he picked her up off of the floor. There were still places on her body where the cold had seeped in, or the hot had seared her skin. He would have to have one of the women take a look at her to make sure she would survive. He didn t take her just to have her die on him.
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