Ganondorf X Reader

Shallow Breaths

I sat in utter despair as Killorin explained to me what had happened. It was what I remembered and more.

The elderly men had sold us out to the Hylian guards. We were whisked away to the prison close by and charged for being part of the Yiga Clan. Or at least Killorin was. But I was nowhere out of the frame for being one too. The fact I travelled with Killorin was enough to stamp a guilty penance on my head.

The minutes had passed after Killorin explained the situation to me and he slumped on the prison wall. I tore my attention from the painful memories to the even more painful looking rope burn on Killorin.

"How did you get that?" I asked worried and wearily. He knew what I meant and weakly placed his fingers on the debt it made in his flesh.

"That was how they dragged me in her. They just threw you in since you were unconscious." He said in his croaky voice.

I clenched my fists and stared up at the ceiling. I wanted to fall back asleep and be with Ganondorf again, no matter his temper. It would've been better than this. But I know I have to face reality and what was going on right now. I sighed and laid down.

"Do you see any way we can get out of here?" I asked hopefully.

"Not really, at the moment I think we should rest and regain our strength." Killorin suggested barely able to talk.

"But we need to get to Ganondorf!" Killorin did not respond and simply laid down besides me. I did not blame him, it sounded painful for him to talk. I let him be and rested myself. Well I tried before three guards banged on the door and unlocked it. I sat up immideitly and tried to stand, but instead, two of the three guards came in and picked me up by me arms, the third kept a watchful eye on Killorin. They began yanking me out into the long, dark corridor of this prison. I fought hard to get our of both of their death grips but I was still being tugged further and further away form Killorin.

I felt like my arms were going to be torn off as we walked down the hall and I got to see the other cells filled with prisoners. I yelled and cried as I tried stopping the guards, but both their strengths overpowered mine easily. When I hesitantly complied, they walked faster, keeping me dragging behind them and acting annoyed about it. My cries echoed off the walls and I was filled to the brim with anger as they threw me into a brighter room that was paved and properly finished.

I was forced into a chair and my hands were tied to the arm rests. I was yelling and kicking before they tied my legs down too. I almost knocked over the chair in my attempts to escape, but two guards held it down as a man, Hylian I presumed, sat down in front of me with a judgeful aura. He eyed me up and down judging my threat level. I scowled at him and stopped yelling to give him a death glare.

The man sat before me had long grey hair tied in a loose ponytail. His skin was sickly creamy and his nose was bublouse and flat. He had stubble remaining of his beard and an old wrinkly face that had been worse for wear.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" I asked hating this stranger with an unknown passion.

"You're here because you'd rather follow a demonic disturbance than be a law obeying citizen." He said in a gravelly voice.

"Don't you dare call him that!" I defended, "He is no disturbance. He's more powerful than any man could ever be and he's not even in control of himself." I barked. The man leaned back in his chair with a surprised look.

"That's not how most describe the calamity. Well the strength part Yes, but why do you suggest he is in no control of himself?" He asked, like a snake he tried slithering his way into my head for information.

"What I know about him is my business,  not for some old man to even think he has the right to that information." Every second in this room I turned into more and more hatred for this weasel, and I didn't even know his name. Maybe Ganondorf was imprinting on me more than I knew.

"You Yiga Members hold that thing in high regards don't you?" He asked raising one of his scruffy eyebrows.

"I'm not with the Yiga Clan. I know you think I am, but I am not one of them. I'm simply trying to get to Ganondorf. I have no intention of-"

"Allow me to stop you right there, lady." He interrupted. " You were caught with one of the Yiga Clan members. Being his aquantence you must have committed crimes yourself." He accused.

"I've never done anything of the sorts! I just need to get to Ganondorf." I felt the only way now was to plead with the man to let me get to Ganondorf. I don't know what else to do.

"Who is, Ganondorf?" He asked.

"That is the name of the Calamity. Before he lost his mind." I explained. He seemed to chuckle which bought me back to my infuriated state.

"Before he lost his mind? And what was he like before all that happened, hmm?" He asked mockingly.

I sighed, in truth, I did not know. I felt passion for the man, and I know we were together once. But I still don't know how amd why I fell for him. I wish I did, but I just couldn't. It was too far back in my mind to see what was their, a consequence of the memory being from a past life. So I looked up at the man, and told him.

"I do not know entirely, but he was no beast. From what I've been told, he was a king, a king with a queen, but his soul has been warped into a monster."

"He's been warped into a monster? He must've been a king of Evil then." When this man spoke that title, it made something in me connect. Suddenly one of this long distance memories cam forward and presented my mind with the image of a tall, muscular figure with fire covering his scalp and large scales covering his arms and legs. He held a large dark sword, but that was it be for the memory retreated back into my mind.

"He.... I..." I stuttered trying to think. I was too busy trying to rethink if the man.

"Didn't think of it that way did you?" The Hylian asked crossing his arms. I scolded looking back up at him.

"He was no 'king of Evil'." I growled.

"And how would you know? Have you met him?" The man asked seemingly amused.

"Well...." the man raised an eyebrow as if he had already won the argument "Yes."

The man leaned back in his chair and heaved a sigh in annoyance, his eyes rolled in an unamused circle. He clicked his fingers and I was untied and dragged away once again. I did not resist as hard as I knew they were taking me back to Killorin. Or at least I though they were. It was a much longer journey to this particular cell than the one I shared with Killorin, I deduced I was placed in a cell much further away from the one I was originally in.

I heard a door open up and I knew Killorin was now going to be on trial. I prayed for his safety, but I didn't hold out much hope for him being placed back in with me.

After hours had passed, I sat in the corner, loneliness getting to me. I laid down up against the wall, and did my best to sleep without the dread in my gut stopping me.