Ganondorf Rebellion part 12 An End (history of Hyrule)

Ganon examined the crimson cape, the symbol of legitimate rule in Hyrule. It has been slightly frayed on the end, but other than that was still in good condition. Twirling it in the air with a flutter he slid both of his arms through the the sleeves and cherished how well it fit across his shoulders. He adjusted it so he could still pull his sword if needed and smiled. He now had could not be questioned as the sole sovereign -- He had the cape.

The cape was his, Tyros destroyed, his brother dead and Tatyana having already fled things were going very well. Mervic had the staff of kings, he would get it from him and rebuild his new kingdom. The virtue of Strength demanded he eliminate any rival and the virtue of zeal demanded he do so quickly. He needed Mervic to get the staff and to awaken the Golemns, He also needed to pursue Tatyana and ensure she never returned. Then the only contender for power would be his daughter that he could instruct in the new virtues.

What if she did not believe these new virtues? What if she allowed Hyrule to become weak again. The virtue of strength should be upheld at all costs. He considered his situation carefully. He would live forever with the blood of the demon king in him, he did not need an heir. She would only bring those who wanted the old virtues together to oppose him. If he was to have order he could not have her. It was not a great loss, the virtue of utility demanded everything have a purpose and she did not have one.

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Tyros led Tatyana north as fast as they could travel. Moving in bat form was faster over the rough terrain but whenever the terrain was even the moved so fast on foot they would outpace their bat forms. So they traveled quickly alternating between forms and taking no time to rest. They reached her entourage in two days.

The group was her inner circle of belongings. In addition to their hearts, all the men Tatyana loved provided her a child -- the unloved. They were unloveable monsters, manifestations of the evil of their fathers. Tyros's son was a winged animal creature.

Sylvia was Xio Long's daughter. Perpetually 8 years old with greasy hair and pale skin. She never spoke but used her mind -- like her father.

It disgusted Tatyana to look at or remember them. So she stopped thinking about them and moved on. They were her children and any good mother would take care of them as she had but they disgusted her deeply.

The rest were the highest ranks of those she had made immortal. Selene Stargazer was once a royal ranger who served the Crimson Prince. Her loyalty to Tatyana surpassed her companions and was therefore rewarded with a closeness to Tatyana. Tatyana loved her smooth delicate skin.

They all traveled as a group now. Tyros had expected them to be found and slain by the monster Ganon. "He must have been distracted." He said evenly. "Let us hope his distraction keeps his attention long enough for us to get into the pass. Despite the fact they will slow us down their skills may help if he does catch us." It was always about protection and efficiency with him. She was grateful for as long as he thought about those sorts of things, she did not have to. However, this was different, for the first time he was truly concerned. He protected her and executed her wishes before but it was all just a game, she was never in real danger. Never...until now.

She watched as Tyros took the form of a wolf and howled into the night. It was faint in the distance but the howl was returned. Breaking through the still star-filled the howl may have terrified mortals but it was different to her ears. It meant hope.

They continued north.

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He traveled north to pursue Tatyana and to find Mervic. In two longs days, he found Mervic alone, not with golems has he had hoped. Ganon adjusted the crimson cape to emphasize who he know was. "I hope you have results." Ganon said unable to mask the anger in his voice. Mervic replied nervously. "No, my lord. The statues were soul bound to you, you have a different soul, nothing can be done. Unless we find a way to remove the Demon's connection to you. There maybe a way, at the tomb of King Hyrule there are silver arrows enchanted with a special..."

"I do not need help, I will not sever my connection with the Demon King. He has given me strength -- the greatest of all virtues. Before, him I was a weakling with a clouded view of what Hyrule needs."

Defiantly he spoke up, "And what does Hyrule need? To trade one Tyrant for another. Please Mandrake you must still be in there somewhere listen to me. We have accomplished our goal we can fix this and restore the virtues please." That last part sounded a pleading.

Ganon was surprised to hear a name he no longer recognized. Was that his name? Yes it is my name. This is not what I wanted. Tatyana is fleeing I can let her go and rebuild, I should not let hatred drive me.

But what about order, another voice answered, you were too weak to enforce it before. Mervic now questions us. He stands in the way of order. He has the staff and your daughter. His ploys and plots never stop, he is after the cape. Yes the cape. He has always wanted it, this entire epic ordeal with the cold ones, the escape the war the demon king its all so he can get the cape. He is evil, he destroyed Hyrule.

He is the enemy.

Opening his eyes Ganon realized he had been mumbling to himself. His eyes fixed on Mervic steel with resolve. "Where is my daughter?"

Confused by the seeming change of subject he was flustered because now he knew that Ganon knew his plots. He said again, "Where is Galendriel?"

"She is safe as you asked me to make her my Lord."

"You tricked me into giving that order and now I am changing it. Tell me."

"My Lord, we should be focused on other matters."

Ganon full of rage extended his claws dripping with poison and shoved the spikes into Mervic's ribs. "The poison will kill you in a couple of days. You can chose to tell me or you can chose to die. Your plot is over. Tell me where she is. NOW!"

Wincing in pain Mervic fell to the ground his walking staff rolling away from him. Saddness colored his eyes despite the paleness taking to his face. "Very well, may mercy forgive me. I find regret even in the truth of the lies. We lied to each other thinking we could control the demon king. The truth is we have become the monsters."

Ganon kicked him in the face breaking his nose. Sniffing the blood, "I'll take you. You have proven the virtue of strength well enough my lord. She is north just beyond the world of Hyrule in the High Mountains. It is now filled with Giants who have migrated from the west."

"Enough, take me there. First her and then we discuss the staff. Lets hope you live long enough to give me what I need."

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They rested the day in a small fortification at the mouth of the only thing that could be considered a mountain pass in the unbroken wall of stone that divided Hyrule from whatever lay beyond. It was once manned as a wilderness outpost by the Hyrule army but with the civil war it was completely abandoned. They could not afford to stay long but She wanted to rest and the others could not travel in daylight anyway. It would also would make possible for the pack to catch up, then Tyros could give orders and have them set up as a shield to leave behind. He did hope some of the elders, the breed not created beasts to take with them so he could breed a new pack.

He new they may need them. A vast assortment of monsters and creatures have been entering Hyrule through this pass. They had to be coming from some extremely untamed land. What reports he could gather from the creatures all referred to a man and his army chasing them out of their homes clearing land for their people. The descriptions were of a brave strong and valiant individual. He was the type of man that did not tolerate the immortals.

Whatever lay beyond that pass would be safer for Tatyana than Hyrule, there were too many monsters in Hyrule.

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Ganon looked at the cave entrance. Mervic said Gallendriel was in there, they had travelled a couple of days Mervic being dragged by Ganon over the rocky broken terrain to the final point. It had come to this. Ganon had gathered the power to chase the cold ones from the land and now wanted to cement his rule as Mervic knew would happen.

This was why Gallendriel was hidden and the staff scattered. Ganon's pride and ambition drew him here. He would have to kill Gallendriel quickly to catch up to Tatyana now. He walked into the cave driven by zeal. Mervic smiled in wisdom as he appeared to follow him. With Gannon beyond the entrance and Mervic standing in it, Mervic opened a small vile. He poured the angel tears on the small altar he had previous built into the side of the cave entrance. In his haste, Ganon and not seen how Mervic had built a gate prison based on his study of the Demon King's prison.

The seal enacted immediately with Ganon trapped with in the mountain and Mervic outside it. He felt his stomach empty its contents to the ground as the poison continued to march him to death, but even that pain did not stop his satisfaction. Hyrule was now safe of the cold ones and of its demon blooded ruler. He was too weak to make the journey south and awaken Gallendriel, but she would eventually awaken and his enhancements would guide her to her destiny and to rebuild Hyrule.

He struggled to his feet and used magic to shape the stones around the cave entrance to hide the sealed demon. "I'm sorry Mandrake, my friend. What you did you did for your love of Hyrule as did I. Please see this is the only way. In this farewell there is no blood, no alibi. So let Mercy come and wash away what I've done. It was the only way."

The stones formed perfectly covering the hole in the rock. He fondly thought of his lost friend, "Put to rest what you thought of me while I clean this slate, with hands of uncertainty. Hyrule starts again and whatever pain may come, today this ends."

He stumbled back and left one more enchantment. He could not give up hope. If ever one most exemplified the virtues of Hyrule they could open the cave, perhaps that someone could still save Ganondorf from what he's become.

Exhausted by the strain of magic used he went to sick up again but found nothing left in his stomach. He began to cough and large masses of blood painted the ground. He laid down just to rest for moment. Though, he knew it was not for a moment. He closed his eyes and he heard something, maybe wolves or other beasts running past but he was too tired to even open his eyes. He passed to blackness with only the hope Hyrule could be rebuilt.

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Epilogue

The elves had been massively depopulated. And while the new creation of Drow were strong there were small in number for the continuous waves of creature and monster that washed in like a waterfall from the north mountains. With out a leader, or organization the few bands and towns could not defend from these new threats or from the native dark creatures of the forest. In a generation that focused more on just surviving than educating their children the virtues and traditions of Hyrule nearly completely faded. The once great knowledges of science and magic and art and architectural where forgotten in the ruins of the once great elven cities.

Across the mountains the Human's flourished moving from hunter gathering nomadic tribes to eventually built their own empire based on commerce and trade. Some elven colonies escaped on boat and landed in the Enron woods to build a civilization with out central leadership and to be continually divided between supporting one noble or another.

The humans and the elves and the dwarves to the north all called the land that was once Hyrule an unclaimed and unexplored wilderness -- the Wilds. That is the scholars did, most thought as Hyrule did before that nothing existed behind the wall of the edge of the world.

All the while Gallendriel slept protected by enchantments so she could wait to be awoken at a time where it would be possible for her to rebuild Hyrule.

The End of the History of Hyrule

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Lord Arvan dismounted his stead. Scouts had reported seeing a camp in the pass and he wanted to see it with his own eyes. Just over 6 feet tall he had to crouch not to be seen over the small trees and bushes. The reports said wolf beastly creatures and what looked like humans though pale. Arvan had fought his entire life to make the plains safe for his people. He had battled countless giants and with the Gods granting him power he had won impossible victories. Arvan and his men had made the land safe for his people, even constructed a fortress only a couple of miles back to prevent anything from coming back through the pass. All he had ever want was to serve, protect and help anyone in need, he had done so very well.

He was not sure if this group of travelers were more monsters or more likely someone who had come up here to find him looking for help. Either way, he needed to use caution.

He took to the top of one of the look out towers that were built through the pass. Each equipped with enough oil to burn a warning signal to the next tower, this way his men and he could communicate about threats that happened anywhere in the pass. At the look out point he returned the salute of the young solider and stepped onto the roof himself. He remained low hoping his armor did not shine too much of the moonlight.

He saw the small camp next to a little pool. The moonlight reflected off of it and shone upon her. She was bathing. The most lovely woman he had ever seen. Skin like white porcelain shiny red black hair and gorgeous flawless features, he could think of nothing else but the desire to be close to her. . .

Ganon rebellion part eleven (history of hyrule)

Tatyana kneeled next to the charred body of tyros.  He had protected her well.  Monster or not he did his duty, he loved her. As much as that upset her she also needed his sword in case the monster ganon returned.

She looked down at his charred body. Bones shown through the cooked off flesh. She held up her new jar. She kept the hearts of everyone she once loved to remember. She wanted to remember how it felt to be loved by a good man, a great man. The better the man the better it felt. The jar which held the heart of the man who loved her just moments ago was half full of blood. She looked at it then down at tyros. His was the first heart she collected. Part of the strange ritual that made him her bride. It was all backwards but that is how derrick described it when he did it to her and she did not know any other way to say it. She thought she loved him then. She knew she needed tyros now. She poured the liquid from the jar and heart into the deformed mouth and cooked flesh. As soon as the life giving blood touched tyros flesh, the flesh began to heal. Muscles stretched and expanded over the raw chunks of bone. Tendons and fibers stretched to give strength and shape to his body. His eyes, which had been opened because the flesh had been seared off, sparked to life. He was sitting up and trying to stand before the layers of cold white skin could finish covering him. Cold and hard he looked to her and simply asked , "are you unharmed?" She nodded. He was quick efficent and perfect clearing the area and escorting her away, not even stopping for the feeding he desperately needed because he loved her more than he loved himself. And she hated him for it.

Hyrule Ganondorf’s rebellion pt. 10: A last gift (History of Hyrule)

“Live! Live!” He looked over at Merivic, anger fueling his heart. He had built these things. Why wouldn’t they work? He looked over an army of hundreds, no, 1000s of golems. They ranged in make from stone to steel, and iron and clay, an army Ganon built for this purpose would now not obey his command. Though, he may not need them, he had with raw destructive force had already razed this Crimson City to the ground. He had with only minor exertion of effort the coven of Cold One guards, placed here by his brother to keep Ganon away from his own army. Ganon knew, if he needed, he could kill the Crimson Prince, Tyros and Tatyana all by himself, but keeping the kingdom in line after he had done so would require forces to be spread through Hyrule, acting as a symbol of his power. He would need to induce loyalty through fear. He had also considered killing them all, all of Hyrule. That would bring order. But he would try this first.
“My patience has grown thin with you, Merivic. Tell me why they won’t work. Bring them to my command,” he ordered the wizard. The mage who, had always seemed to have a plan for everything, now had a face that clearly showed signs of confusion and doubt.
“I built these golems to only be able to hear and respond to your commands. They were linked to your soul. We did this at your request so that only you could control so powerful of an army. My theory would be that whatever . . . happened . . . to you in the temple of the demon dragon may have altered your soul enough that the golems no longer recognize the link,” Merivic hesitating replied.
“You do not know? I thought you knew everything,” Ganon condescended. “Patience and failures are no longer things I have time for. This is a riddle you must solve, and that you must solve quickly. Stay here. Fix them. I and the drow will continue further west. That is where he and she are supposed to be.”


Lord Tyros watched Ganon and watched Merivic speak from a considerable difference. With his gift of immortality thousands of years ago came greatly increased his senses, including his sense of hearing. He stayed a great enough distance away that even with his enhanced hearing; he could barely discern the conversation. He dared not move closer, though, for fear of being discovered. Ganon had . . . changed, not unlike the way the Crimson Prince had. But Ganon’s change was readily apparent and manifest in his physical form. He now, finally, looked a worthy enemy of Lord Tyros. Such a worthy opponent he had not fought in centuries. He would engage him now. With all that he was he longed to engage this adversary in combat. As if every fiber of himself were meant to fight and destroy such a vile a monster. Or, at least, it had been that way long ago. Now, he needed to save her even more than he needed to destroy him. She was all that ever mattered to Lord Tyros.

The Crimson Prince awoke, saddened by the fact that his dreams of Tatyana had ended.
He tried again to close his eyes, and shut out the world and return to the dream he’d had, lying with Tatyana. But the dream wouldn’t return. He reluctantly opened his eyes and, most unexpectedly, saw her. Perhaps this was still a dream. It was like many of the dreams he had of her. Standing in the starlight, supremely beautiful, pristine, like a statue cut out of flawless marble. A sleeveless red dress hung from her shoulders to the floor, clinging to her body as tightly as he would like to. But it was the sad, painful eyes that drew his attention most and confirmed that it was not a dream. In his dreams he was happy, and wanted to be with him still, before he had shamed himself in some unknown way. He sprung to his feet, and then fell to his knees, bowing before her. Yet he could not cast his eyes to the floor. It had been too long since he’d looked upon her and his eyes drank her image the way an elf that had traveled across the lightening sworn's desert drank water to live.
“You please me greatly with your presence, my Lady Velvet. Lately it has only been in my dreams that I have seen you; that, I’ve felt you. You’ve cut my heart open, and, I bleed only my love for you. Your every breath is command I dutifully follow. I see sadness haunting your eyes. I shall chase it away, as I would any other enemy. Who disturbs you? Tell me what I can do and I will do it... Tell me what I should be and shall be it. Tell me what I can give and I shall give it”

With the sadness of some thousand great losses, her angelic gaze radiated upon him. Her porcelain fingers caressed the lowest line of her stomach. Then her honey-dipped velvet voice spoke. It spoke as the chorus of all the gods singing. As if the once great forest itself had a voice, and she said, “You have already given too much. I am carrying your child. It is the child of a monster, of a man who burns his own forest and eats his own people. I now must carry your bastard within me, whom I fear may be as great a monster as you. You have forced to choose between that and a mother’s love. Tyros have come for me. I’m leaving.”
“No! All I’ve ever done, I’ve done for you. For love, the greatest of all the virtues. Our child will be heir to the Crimson Throne, and carry the staff of kings. You must not leave. You cannot leave. My whole soul belongs to you. I have only tried to be what I thought you wanted me to be,” he sobbed pitifully at her feet.
Tatyana’s eyes widened for the briefest moment, and then dimmed again just as quickly. Her words became daggers.
“Lord Tyros says Ganondorf is coming, and that he’s changed. He has become a vile, wretched monster, like his brother. He plans to destroy you. He’ll be here soon. You should prepare. The two of you deserve each other,” she spat.
And then she was gone.
The Crimson Prince soaked up his misery. He did not know how much time had passed before he heard the alarms.
Lord Tyros waited. He stood just within the entry of the tower. It was an impressive sight. The Crimson Prince had built a fitting tribute to what he and Tatyana had done to this land -- graves, as far as the eye could see lining up all those who had died in her name. He sometimes, if only for a moment, wished he had been in one of those graves. Then, at least, it would be over. He, like those in the graves, could have paid the ultimate price to prove he loved her. And maybe just for a moment, she would understand that, and return it. But his wished did not matter. Only her safety mattered.
The alarms sounded. Lord Ganon and his Drow had arrived. How could they have moved so quickly? How did I not outpace them? What new and bizarre magic are they using? He didn’t feel fear; he was far too numb for that. But he watched with a kind of admiration as the small fist of dark-skinned eleven warriors blended attacks of magic and sword to make progress through the ranks and assault the fortress.
Even the immortal guards would have had difficulty keeping up with the surprise attack and precision. But, they were not here; Tyros had sent them ahead to secure the path. He expected Ganon’s forces to be coming through the mountains and wanted to put as much of a barrier between them and Tatyana as possible. It was a gamble that did not pay off, now he was all that stood between these forces and Tatyana. The few elves still loyal to the Crimson Prince fought as best they could but were not match for the faster and more ruthless drow. Perhaps he would earn that grave after all.
His Katana blades leapt to his hands ringing with the vibration of the swords leaving their sheathes. In one fluid motion he sliced the closest one in half. Before its body hit the ground he spun taking the legs off another and the head off a third. A silver arrow aimed at his heart passes through him, harmlessly as he turned to mist. The arrow struck another drow behind him.
Solidifying his body he was instantly attacked. A silver blade came in an overhead chop. It was strong but too wide; Lord Tyros quickly parried and impaled the assaulting drow in the lower chest with his other blade. Spinning the sword holding the parried blade he caused the draw’s fingers to lose grip dropping its sword. Tyros drove the other katana into the high chest of his enemy and simultaneously kicked him center chest propelling the dead drow 10 feet off his blades and into a small group of advancing attackers.
“Enough, I knew it would come to this.” The deeper power driven voice spoke from behind the group of advancing drow. Ganon continued, “My men have the day. None of my brother’s forces are left to stand, but you don’t fight for them, or my brother, you fight for her. Where is she?”
Lord Tyros smiled and quickly said, “She has already left. You notice no ‘cold ones’ here don’t you. I sent them away. They are north, most likely have already made the pass and fled Hyrule. She is beyond your reach now.”
“Then I will have to settle for killing you. It needs to be done anyway.”
Fire raged and flew from Ganon’s mouth engulfing where Tyros stood. His armor blocked the magic of the attack though he could still feel the heat. He sprung to the air soaring above Ganon and behind him. He swung with commitment and precision. The blow struck cracking the green scales and spraying blood into the air. Then Ganon was gone. He was 10 feet to the left, invisible but Tyros could hear his heart still. His heart did not beat like an elves' there was a deep slow darkness to the sound. Then Tyros heard it, a second beat in almost unison with the first. The momentary distraction caused Tyros to take a blow to the face from some clawed hand.
Tyros stumbled back feeling the wound burn. He could still hear him approaching and ducked as another blow came. Tyros tackled the invisible Ganon and wrestled him to the ground. But before their momentum could even stop Ganon was gone . . . behind him. Tyros spun and lifted from the ground. A worthy opponent.
Tyros felt fire run along his bones though nothing touched his armor. It began to eat his flesh and boil his insides. He was aware of screaming and then blackness.
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The Crimson Prince watched from his window as Tyros fought and died to defend the tower. His bravery and loyalty born of love will never be forgotten. His brother Mandrake Ganondorf stood in front of him floating in the air. But this was not his brother; it was a twisted version of him barely recognizable. “Brother,” the Crimson prince could hear the love and desperation in his own voice. Had he come to save him? Was he worth saving? He realized he was wrong, he had fought this whole war and lost Hyrule for a woman that would never love him.
“Brother.” Was the only part of the response he heard before the flames consumed him. He was glad to be able to feel anything again, before he felt nothing ever again.

Tatyana waited an hour after they left before she came out. Without Tyros, she was scared. For the first time since he had been with her, she saw him beaten. She was alone – almost.
She glided to the Crimson Princes body and looked down. It was truly over, all the love he had shown her, the joy she felt as he embraced her. That a man so good could love one so as I am. She knelt down and whispered with tenderness, “There is one more gift you can give me.” She placed her fingers through the burnt flesh to grab the sternum and ripped it free. There she found his heart and lifting it from his body she placed it in a small glass jar.

The fights that need fighting (Present Crusade update)

With what was left of his men fed and sheltered finally able to rest raquel met with all remaining commanders to discuss the next step. Raquel was not accustomed to losing nor falling back, and while he knew it was the right decision it still did not sit well with him, they needed to press forward not backward.
Around the table which displayed illusion images of the army positions within and outside the camp sat the Allied generals. Lord shisimaru landstarr commanded the entire forces of the crystal empire.  He was a passionate man driven for victory determined and decisive, too decisive at times acting before considering all the options.  His primary executive officer lord Samuel worthington Beckett sat next to him stirring his tea casually as if the war barely concerned him.  He was a product of the imperial system wealthy educated in all military matters and coldly detached from the emotional and moral implications of his decisions, he wasn't amused or treat it as a game it was all just a math equation to solve brilliant and arrogant--imperial.
Captain trevor dorson represented the green lantern core. He was always more concerned with the wounded than the objective.  It was a needed role and the best for him since the lantern core, despite the keepers invitation, did not send many troops just a handful.  The rest troubled themselves with keeping peace and order in the rest of the world.
The general from cyrodil, another nation whose help was appreciated but too little.  They only spared what they thought they could and not compromise their other interests.  Seanchan commander whose forces had all left for home. And more down the line.
Raquel had sat with the keeper as he dictated cold letters of condemnation to the nations of the earth for their lack of support.  If only they would have been willing to sacrifice as was asked they could have won.  Now they were defeated only a small trickle of reinforcements all from Geneva, and a war council that wants to retreat.
Lord Beckett made a good argument, "further advance will only.kill us.  We can not win.  If victory can not be achieved resources are better spent where we can win.  Perhaps in the future more nations will be willing to help. If our forces retreat here we can combine forces with them later therefore increase chance of victory."
Raquel stood up and checked his sword. "Then leave.  Come back when you can.  I'll take as many as want to go and restart the march."
"My lord?"
"I have never entered or exited a conflict based on probability of victory."
"We fight the fights we can win"
"We fight the fights that need fighting. And more than any other this fight needs fighting.  Ishmael can be stopped we have to try."

All forces who could walk marched on the heart of darkness to fight what needed fighting.

Ganondorf rebellion part nine a brave new world (history of hyrule)

Ganon watched the wounds on his ARM heal.  It took some experimenting to find something to cut his scaled skin.  Steel and stone just broke.  Silver could cut him as easy as it did the cold ones and wolf beasts. Fortunitly heal healed from such wounds, if slowly, mervic needed his blood.  The spell was suppose to imbue the rangers with power the same way the demons blood and empowered him.
  The wolfbeasts were only two days away from the scout reports. That did not give the time for the golemns to journey and make a difference before tyros's monsters took the capital.  He would leave to waken the golemns and march on tatyana only after he made the men strong enough to defend themselves.
The forces stood in rank and vile looking up at their supreme lord whose blood was now there blood.  He stood upon a balcony and leaned on the hickory railing carefully grown and sculpted into a strong rail.

"My brave new warriors. My fighting drow welcome to our brave new world. Hyrule faces unprecedented danger.  Not just from tyranny oppression persecution but from annihilation.  If we want to live to exist our worldview must change.
The greatest virtue is strength.  The source of all virtues.  Only with strength can the other virtues be defended. The second virtue is cunning. Battles are won before they are fought. You must think your enemy. The third virtue is determination. As we are ambitious we discover ways to be stronger, determination will compensate for lack of understanding. It decides who survives and who does not. The less determined will not survive. Fourth virtue is utility. All thinks serve a purpose to increase strength. All things can be resources for survival. Find utility in all you hold or do not hold it. The fifth virtue is zeal. When a little will fail you must commit. Proceed to seek survival and strength with all zeal.
The now green skinned warriors absorbed his words entranced by his clarity of understanding. He knew exactly what was needed to make hyrule survive. Now to kill.

Rebellion of Ganondorf part 8 wrath (history of Hyrule)

He breathed air seemingly for the first time as he strode out of the temple. He could almost feel the ground beneath his feet through his boots as he stood holding Mervic looking south toward the dock where his men were waiting. They were waiting for him to save them, waiting for him to save Hyrule. Save Hyrule he would. He realized now for the first time that Hyrule was greater than any one person and if the blood and death of one person or whole people's were required that is the price he would pay. Hyrule would have order -- His Order.

Mervic moaned and strained to open his eyes. Ganon tossed him to the ground. "Come mage." He commanded ignoring the look of shock and fear that Mervic used to gaze upon his lord. Mervic took a small vile and struggling to his feet poured its contents upon an altar near the door to the temple. The liquid caused the doors to swing shut and click. Ganon and forgotten they were open, he had little concern for it.

In fact, Ganon spent no more than a moment thinking about it and started to list all the threats Hyrule faced. The Crimson Prince was the head of the snake but Tatyana pulled the strings. They would both need destroyed. The Lightning sworn had been tolerated too long they would swear loyalty or die. NO. They had killed his wife, they would die. The should die first, a lesser threat should be dealt with first.

"How do you feel my Lord?" Mervic said running to catch up. Ganon slightly smiled and responded, "Like our hope is restored."

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Tyros enjoyed the sound. Crying, screaming, dieing. Occassionally he could overhear a beast still gorging on the corpses. He had told the elders of the pack, the ones bred for this not the abominations he infected at her order, to leave none alive. He did not want to grow the pack by infection and was hoping that as they pushed deeper into Ganondorf's territory more would be killed. But to stop the infection from spreading he gave the wolves the command to kill and devour all they encountered.


As much as he hated the mutated rodents they were effective in accomplishing black velvet's goal. The entire population of hyrule would shortly fall. He had pushed passed and overrun all the forts and checkpoints along the southern shore of the river. The elves freed or died- it was wonderful total and complete.He would tell the wolves to press on to the sea turn north and meet them at the mouth of the pass he had found. They could devour the rest of ganondorfs people and forces without him. And even though it brought him great joy to see victory it brought him more to be with her. Besides, the infected stunk. -----------------------

He had ordered most of his escort to go home the long way. If the caravan was too large the lightning sworn would avoid it and not attack. He needed them destroyed but did not have the time to look for them. By the second day of desert travel he should be surrounded.It was the second day now and the plan was working. Giant scorpions flanked him on a dune ridge and what seemed to be blue painted foot soldiers trailed him. Up ahead more scorpions blocked his path. The first wave of arrows bounced off his scaled skin. The few servants he was with were not blessed as he was and lay dieing next to him. He knew the elves were too weak he would need to make a new army, grant his people a portion of the power he had gained. That would happen later now it was time for revenge.

The lightning sworn had been a problem in Hyrule since the beginning. Followers of the deliverer who could not let go of dragon worship. They brought two dragon eggs with them and as a secret society hatched and nurtured and worshipped them.The deliverer would not have all he did undone so the society was hunted killed and what was left fled to the desert. It was the delivered's love that staid his hand and let them live then. Ganon was not burdened by such things. All Hyrule must be controlled.First he used fire. Causing it to erupt and spring from the ground engulfing the lightning sworn traitors. Their screams and scents of charred flesh thrilled him. Almost without effort the fire came raging and spreading finding targets and embracing them. The fire began to glow blue and before ganon could figure out why a scorpion four or five time larger than a man charged and struck ganon in the chest with his stinger. The poison barn broke against ganons's scaled chest. Ganon drew his blade and severed a pinched that tried in vain to grasp him. The sword was heated by ganons's fire and simply skid through the bone claw.The second pincher was faster and ensnared the great warrior lord. Lightning sworn with staffs which carried blue flame sent bolts striking ganon.

He was aware of the pain but did not really feel it. The pain was happening to someone else that shared his body. He reached deep within himself to summon strength from what seemed like endless reserves. Grabbing the pinchers he forced them open with brute strength. The scorpion resisted trying to match strength until the claws snapped and fell broken to the sandy ground. They threw lightning with there staffs again but he was gone leaving only a trail of red black twisted smoke.He appeared behind a lightning sworn and struck with his heated sword severing the spine of his enemy. He shifted again leaving only smoke and struck another Target. She shifted and struck again. Shift and strike he found a rhythm. Shift. Strike. Shift strike. Until all adversaries were butcherred.

On the now lone battle field, he smiled as he heard and felt his wounds sealing and healing themselves. He was unstoppable no cold one could stop him not tyros not tatyana. The sound of roaring thunder and beastly roar drew his attention to the sky and widened his smile. "Finally, come and I will do what the deliverer should have done. I will bring order to Hyrule.". He screamed into the air as the blue dragon the lightning sworn worshipped approached. He was large. 300 or more feet from nose to tail sharpened claws shone in contrast to rich deep blue scales that covered the vile beast in a skin of armor. Armor not unlike ganon's own.It twisted its wings at a sharp angle causing a plummeting descent.

It's mouth opened and ganon could feel his hair stand on end. The beast sprayed forth lightning on a quick and deal arch that only found black and red smoke. Ganon shifted behind the dragons ears and struck with his clawed right hand injecting poison into the creature. The strike caused the beast not to recover from the dive and strike the sand covered earth with a tremendous rumble. Ganon had shifted away just a moment before impact and stood just a few feet from the beast.


They killed my wife. The thought fueled the power within him. The beast disorented by the demonic poison thrashed trying to get its feet under him. By the time he did he was already dead. Ganon closed his eyes and could feel the dragon's heart beat. It was almost like it was his own but with focus he could tell it was seperate. Then he openned a channel to the other heart and focuseed the rage he felt over his wives death to the other beating heart.

She loved me, it was the greatest of all the virtues. I loved her. You took her from me. You took her from Gallendriel. You deserve to die. You deserve the pain, you desrve to suffer, as I sufferred. You deserve the pain of death by fire. The beast stood straight up wings spread to gather enough air to lift and then started to scream as a child would. Flames erupted from with in the dragon searing large rifts and holes into the beast's belly and chest. Following the lines of his bones the flames races through the inside of his body and fought to come out. WHen they did the creature was an incennerated tribute to Ganon's power.

Now it was time to build his forces. Golemns The thought crossed someone else's mind.
The war would be won, if he had to kill everyone himself.