→ Home, and we're together! And we'll do wonders.

[ofasandgoddess]

[Her feet suffer from never-ending turmoil. She carries herself with the same ease she has done for years on end. She stands no longer at her post. With what she's seen, she has every right to believe that she's no longer needed to be stationed in one place. She grows restless with time, yet perhaps to some degree she is ageless. How would she know

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[destinedtorule]

[Ganondorf had vowed not to return to this forsaken place. Not since the slaughter of his people. And yet there he stood, surveying the landscape and noting how decidedly unchanged the desert was. And as much as he hated to admit it, it gave him a nostalgic feeling. He was home.]

[He catches movement and turns in its direction. The shape was familiar, as was the stranger's swagger. He knew the stranger. He knew her very well. Taking a step toward her, he called out to her.]

So you've escaped death? You were always a crafty one, Nabooru.

[ofasandgoddess]

[That voice is all too familiar to her. He was her leader, her owner--to some degree--her king, her chief, the man to whom she swore fealty. What had corrupted Ganondorf so that he had fallen in the way he had? What had changed him? What had altered him? What had possessed him to mistreat her? Nabooru has never understood this. She doesn't seem to comprehend his greed to the extent that it is.

Treasure is one thing. Conquering an entire world is another.

She is astounded by his presence. Does she pretend to be beneath his rule still? He would already know. His two witches are gone, after all.]

Unfortunately, your plan failed. Nice try, though.

[She casts that standard grin, the one she's always given.]

[destinedtorule]

[Ganondorf smirked and tilted his head at Nabooru. It would be to her advantage to acknowledge him as her king. He doesn't need the witches to put her in her place, after all.]

Which, my dear, is why the gods created backup plans.

[ofasandgoddess]

[Of course. She should have expected something like that. Folding her arms over her chest, mindful of her sword, yet prepared all the same to use it--if she needs to.]

What do you want?

[She's pretty sure she knows the answer. Fairly sure.]

[destinedtorule]

[Ganondorf is mindful of her sword as well. He regards with a small sneer.]

You assume you have something I would desire. Do you?

[ofasandgoddess]

[An eyebrow lofts. She wasn't expecting to hear that one. She nearly mirrors his expression.]

Even you know better than that. Look at who you're talking to.

[destinedtorule]

All you have is a traitorous spirit. That's something you can keep.

[ofasandgoddess]

Oh. Ouch.

[She mocks him and plants a hand over her heart.]

You wound me.