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Daylight Princess	By : Alyse_Arden Category: Zelda > General Views: 5268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ganondorf

He did not use the mirror shard as often as he would have liked.
For one, he knew that it was dangerous. He was risking much just keeping it with him. But he could not bear to part with it just yet, and in his arrogance he told himself that it was not a threat to him. One shard from an ancient, broken mirror was no match for his power.
The other reason he kept the shard out of sight was that he had begun to suspect it was exerting its power over him in another way. He craved it every second that he did not hold it in his hands. Not for itself, or its power, but for what it gave him.
Her.
In the beginning, he had allowed himself to use it once a day (or what her perceived to be a day, anyway; in this perpetual twilight, it was impossible to measure the passing of time). He had summoned it to him that day and begun with Zant, as usual. He trusted no one, least of all the bitter, rage-filled Twili prince. He peered into the mirror and watched closely to ensure that Zant was carrying out his orders exactly as directed.
When he was satisfied that this was so, he had turned his attention to Hyrule. He would have liked to pan across the land itself, but thus far he had only been able to scry with a specific location in mind. That day, he had decided to look in on Hyrule Castle.
That day, he had seen her for the first time.
Tall and pale, his princess was, her skin as flawless as ivory. Her prominent cheekbones added strength to her face, belying the deceptive sweetness of her eyes. Those large eyes, that tilted upward at the corners like a cat's. They were a pale grey, always so calm and implacable. They matched her mouth, those impossibly full lips that forever formed a straight, firm line. How solemn she looked! That cool, self-possessed expression of hers drove him into a rage. How he longed to see those plump lips parted in a moan, those eyes flashing with passion. He swore to himself that one day, soon, he would force a reaction of her. Fear, pleasure, pain, joy. Anything but that infuriating impassivity. One way or another, he would have her attention.
And so, every day, once he had satisfied himself that Zant was loyal, his first look into the other realm had been into Hyrule Castle. He did not always manage to catch a glimpse of his princess; sometimes she was absent, he supposed. But many times, he did. He watched as she ate dinner alone at a long, empty table; he watched as she answered letters and issued proclamations; he watched as she exercised her power, using the Triforce of Wisdom in surprising ways. Once, he had watched her saddle a horse in the dead of the night and ride swiftly through Hyrule Field and Faron Wood. She had stopped at a spring he guessed to be near Ordona Village, assuming such a place still existed. She had paced about, seeming to grow more and more impatient, clearly waiting for something or someone. To his regret, he had had to tear himself away before he could discover what she was up to. Zant had come to him, seeking his help as he so often did.
Gradually, he began to feel the shard growing stronger, trying to feed off of his power. He forced himself to only use it every third day, after that. But still, every time he did, he took the opportunity to scry out his little Hylian princess.
Now, on this day, he needed to see her more than ever. He had not been able to locate her the last two times he had looked, and it had put him into a foul temper that made Zant tremble.
He was fortunate. She was in one of the castle's courtyards, engaged in some sort of sparring match with a Sheikah woman. Her shining bronze hair was braided tightly against her head, and she was wearing a close-fitting leather tunic that had been dyed dark blue with trousers to match. She wore silver vambraces and wielded a long, slender sword. The Sheikah woman was fighting with a broadsword in each hand.
He thought that this seemed oddly unbalanced, until he realized that the woman was trying to force the princess to use her Triforce to shield herself. As he watched, his princess grew more confident. Soon, the Sheikah woman was fighting in earnest and hard-pressed to lay a strike on the princess.
After watching hungrily for several moments, enjoying the way his princess' voluptuous body moved, he finally pulled himself away.
He scryed for Midna this time. Zant had come to him nearly a moon past, complaining that his sister was growing suspicious. He had learned that the Twili princess had managed to cross into Hyrule one day, much to her surprise. Upon returning to her own realm, the future queen had called her council together and offered her belief that someone had managed to locate some of the mirror shards on their side, and had somehow placed them in Hyrule, weakening the veil.
He had been skeptical when Zant had brought him this tale; he knew well how the shards worked, having splintered the mirror himself a hundred years before. Midna would have had to possess some great, unknown power to be able to piece the veil, even at its weakest.
“M-my Lord, m-m-my sister does have p-power,” Zant contradicted nervously.
And upon careful questioning, he discovered that his idiot servant had never seen fit to mention that his sister wore a mantle of great power, made of fused shadows created by some ancient, long-forgotten people. And if he was right about the origins of this mantle, it was just the thing to restore his body.
“Did I not tell you that you would have to remove your sister before our plans could go forth?” he had demanded, furious. Zant, in his bitterness, had understated the depth of Midna's power. Had they gone up against her unprepared, it might have been the end of them both.
He was fortunate twice this day. He found Midna in what was still, apparently, Kakariko Village.
He watched, eyes narrowing, as she spoke to a dark-skinned shaman. He saw that she had disguised herself once again using her power. Her skin was brown instead of grey, and her hair was a more subdued red. Her eyes appeared brown now, instead of the color-storm they had been before.
If there was anyone in Hyrule, apart from the most ardent royal scholars, who might see the connection between Midna's troubles and his own story, it was a shaman. And if a shaman did make that connection, it would be a simple matter of looking up his records in the royal archive to discover where he was most likely to hide something valuable to him. They would need to take care of Midna soon.
He summoned Zant.
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