I set off into the desert once more, I no longer stopped to greet fellow travelers, too risky. However I've stopped dreaming. Alltogether. I had not seen Ganondorf in my dreams for the past week I've been in the desert. Maybe I was too tired? I had no horse and simply walked on my feet. I tried gaining a new horse at an oasis I had leisured at a day or so ago, but no luck. So I dealt with it and kept walking. Many offered me water but I couldn't trust them. I never hated them, they've no idea what their kingdom had put me through, so I always politely refused.
It had been weeks of this same cycle. I'd come across a few travelers and they'd offer to help me, I'd refuse, and simply await for an oasis for me to pass by and regain my strength. I had begun sharpening a long stick along the rocks I had passed by, creating a sharp spear for me to wield when I saw any animal that nature made to be eaten.
But finally, I found me way out of the desert and.... there it was. The grasslands, further in the distance I saw the castle, said to once belong to the Hylian king, now belonging to the Calamity. Ganondorf.
Short I know but it's because the next chapter is going to be written in Ganondorf's perspective.
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