Fields of Gold

You'll Remember Me

"Welcome to my castle..."

The Hero was here.

The end of it all was now.

At long last, the perilous journey had brought the Hero to his final fight. And Ganondorf was ready for it. After nearly an entire year of planning and scheming and losing, the battle that would define a victor and loser was looming on the horizon. A sickening excitement gripped him. Bitter words had already been exchanged. Ganondorf allowed himself a speech to the Hero and his Impish companion. He was through with pointless exchanges now. Ganondorf stood to his feet, sword already gripped in his hands, reeling in the rush of of bloodlust preparing him for the impending battle.

He spared one last glance to the Princess, hovering lifelessly above the throne. "Yes, try and deny me," Ganondorf threatened darkly to his opponents. "You and your little friend."

With those words, Ganondorf called upon a strange and dark magic of his own creation. His body split into a thousand pieces and flew upwards, right towards Zelda's body. It was a strange sensation as his consciousness filled a body that did not belong to him, but he refused to feel regret or shame at his act. Ganondorf forced his mind to invade every inch of this new host body, seizing control over the muscles and the mind. The sensation of a hand, small and delicate, grazing his cheek was the first thing he felt in Zelda's body. Only seconds passed before Ganondorf commanded his newfound eyes to open.

Two scarlet orbs met his gaze, fear and concern spilling over. In an instant, those red eyes changed to shock. Midna flew back from him as he pushed her away with a surge of unseen energy. The Twilight girl hit the stone floor, falling hard just beyond the boundaries of the throne room. Ganondorf watched as the Hero ran to Midna's side. That would not do, he mused. Ganondorf immediately threw up a barrier, separating the two. This first fight would be just them.

Ganondorf's feet touched the floor and he marched to where the Hero stood by the barrier, his back to him, still worrying over the girl beyond the barrier.

"Shadow has been moved by light indeed..." Ganondorf's words from before echoed through his mind. He could not help the waves of bitterness that washed over him as he watched the two, trying to force images of his own companion from his mind. The Hero must have sensed his nearing presence, for the boy suddenly whirled around and locked his eyes on what was most likely a horrid sight to him.

"Both of you faithless fools who would dare to take up arms against the King of Light and Shadow," he barked out hoarsely, his voice mingling in a terrible, grating way with Zelda's. Ganondorf twirled Zelda's rapier in his hands, The Hero pulled out his own sword, the Master Sword, and took a fighting stance. It was not surprising that he would chose to fight. It was actually welcome. Ganondorf was itching to fight. He had spent far too many days in the background, wandering around the quiet castle and playing in the field with Zelda. This moment was what he was made for.

"So you choose. And so you shall feel my wrath," Ganondorf declared, rising into the stale air, preparing for their first battle. Bright energy formed in his hands, spreading through his fingertips and to the sword. He raised his arm in the air, gathering power, and then threw the blast of energy to the Hero. The boy quickly rolled to the left, easily dodging the attack. Ganondorf gritted his teeth and drew upon his power to send another blast the boy's way.

"How dare you..."

A voice whispered from the depths of his consciousness. Ganondorf balked at the suddenness of Zelda's presence. He had not expected her to remain inside of her evacuated body.

"Yes Ganondorf, I'm still here," Zelda's somber voice answered to his unspoken confusion. "And since you are invading my body, I know your every thought." Her words turned accusing and a surge of anger rose within him, but it did not belong to him. It belonged to her.