Ganondorf X Reader

Saddle Weight

I felt the wind through my hair as my steed gladly ran over the grassy plains. I looked back behind me and saw Killorin only a mile away or so. I smile and stuck my tongue out, although I'm sure he could not see it. As we galloped over another hill I saw a small town up ahead. Well, if was a stretch to call it a town. It was few wooden buildings at best.

I held my steeds neck tightly to get him to slow down. I got off and stretched to try and get the pain out of my backside.

Definetely need a saddle.

Killorin yelled for me as he too crested the hill.

"Y/N! Wait up!" He yelled. I stopped and calmed my horse down by stroking his neck. Killorin jumped off his black horse just in front of me.

"Why did you just ride off?" He asked out of breath.

"Well we needed to get a move on. Besides, I think Ganondorf is getting lonely waiting for me." I half lied. Killorin just gave me a funny look before turning retrieving a bag I hadn't even noticed was on his horse, and motioned for me with his fingers to follow him. I followed him into the large wooden building he was entering.

"Here. We need to get you a saddle." He said. I looked up and saw at least a hundred saddles and briddles all lined up on the walls. There were a few fancy ones, lined with gold string if sorts.

Looking at the man behind the counter I noticed his odd attire. He wore a red cloak of sorts along with dark yellow baggy pants, from what I could tell with half his body being behind a large oak counyer. He also wore a subtly creepy mask that had a symbol of what apeared to be an eye with a tear, but it was flipped upside down with the tear floating up rather than falling down.

"What can I get you two Hylians?" The sales person asked with a persuasive smile, yet it was meaningless with the venom he spat as he thought us Hylians.

"One saddle for m'lady." Killorin smiled facing the salesperson fully. The man seemed shocked as he leant back quickly in surprise.

"Ah, Killorin. Glad to see you're back." The man said happily clapping his hands together. He quickly turned to me, then back to Killorin.

"Is she?" He asked so hushed I could barely hear it.

"Yep." Killorin said smugly. I felt a little odd with the two of them talking about me right in front of me.

"Well I'd be happy to oblige. But it will still cost you." He said rubbing his thumb along the side of his index finger signalling rupees. Killorin put the bag on the bench.

'If that entire bag is full of rupees it must be extremely heavy' I thought.

He pulled out a large yellow object. At first my eyes widened at the sight of such a large peice of gold, but I quickly grew confused as it turned out to be an entire bunch of bananas.

"Deal!" The man yelled before I could even think to question the transaction. The man pulled out a neatly sown leather saddle. Killorin grabbed the saddle and the man scooped up the bananas with great haste and yeeted away into the back room.

Killorin turned on heel with my saddle in one hand and his bag in the other. We walked out together, but I was still dazed by that man's, seemingly, obsession with the yellow fruits.

"Why Bananas?" Was the only thing I could think to ask. Killorin just shrugged his shoulder.

"It's just their thing." He said.

"Wait, who's thing? Is it not just that man?" Killorin turned to me and pulled one moreitem out of his bag. It was the exact same mask that man was wearing.

"What is this? Some sort of cult?" I asked shocked.

"We worship The Calamity." He said oddly calm.

"Why?" I asked raising my hands up.

"Well you know why I spread the glory of Ganon. But the others, they follow him for the lack of others to follow. They used to be Sheikah, but after being betrayed by the Hylians, they followed Ganon instead. Meanwhile I'm just with them to tie loose ends." He explained pulling out from within his bag an old dirty mask that bore the same symbol from the man's mask inside.

"Ganon has followers?" I asked.

"Yes, but you're the only he adores. Or even knows." He said patting my head.

"Oh."

After Killorin had helped me put my saddle on my steed, we were off.

The grassy plains quickly turned into Sandy mountains. The cool air became dry and dusty. I had to keep my hand above my eyes to see past the Sun's light blinding me. We rode until the dunes blocked the sunlight and allowed Killorin and I to navigate properly.

The pink and red skies stole my breath, throughout this entire journey the sights had captured my heart. Never have I ever seen such flawlessness. I smiled and looked up ahead, past my horses mane, and saw a small fire on top of one of the billions of dunes. Killorin slowed down to a trot, I was quick to follow his lead. Now looking across to Killorin, he spoke.

"Travvelers. The desert in no safe place to truly rest. We should request to join them." He suggested.

"Will they not suspect us of being just as dangerous than any other threat?" I asked.

"You'd be surprised as to how well travelers trust others." He said holding his index finger up. We proceeded to trot up towards the three camping men. The scurried to their feet when we began riding up the particular dune they were on.

"What are you two youngsters doing out here?" An elderly man with hair as grey as ashe spoke.

"And out so late." Another man spoke slightly stroking his exceptionally long beard.

"Just trying to survive the night. I don't suppose you'd allow us to join you?" Killorin asked with a voice so persuasive he could trick the devil into making him a deal.

"Suppose not. Probably don't want a young lady out in these bandit filled deserts." The bearded man spoke turning towards me with a skeptical look. I argued away and slid off my horse. I pat his mane as I walked towards Killorin.

"We won't be bothering you. Just need some rest then we'll leave in the morning." He said with a smile as he made himself comfy on the sand, throwing his bag half hazardly next to him. I followed suit not feeling comfortable being out in the open with three new strangers. I tried being close to Killorin without it being wierd, which was a difficult challenge with the dune being so small.

I looked towards the only man who handy spoken yet. He was heavily balding with only a bushy mustache covering his lips. But his eyes are what showed me his emotions. They were filled with shock and it maybe even fear. It unnerved me and I scooted over and faced Killorin instead. The other men had already settled in by this point. Us all sharing a wordless goodnight with yawns and subtle stretches. Minus the old man with a mustache, he eluded me.

But it also terrified me to his reaction upon seeing Killorin's Mask.