Kingdom of Power, of Courage, and of Wisdom

Dragmire's War - Gathering for War

-Ganondorf Dragmire-

Ganondorf stood in the midst of a large crowd of warriors. At his back were the Majora forces, and before him was his enemy. He stood in a clearing, a wide circle, as this was the nature of the agreement. He was in a duel.

His opponent was a strong man of the mountains and champion of the rival tribal clan. The man wielded a large staff. Ganondorf wielded his two swords.

"I give you one last chance to join me. You and I have always been enemies, but it need not be that way. I will make you a vessel and a governor under me. Your power and prestige will not diminish, in fact it will grow. However, if you do not bend the knee, you will come to learn why I am not considered a merciful man." Ganondorf said.

His rival smashed his staff into the ground and replied, "I would rather die on my feet then submit to the Demon of Majora!"

With that said, he charged at Ganon. Ganon sighed as the man approached.

Ganon did not bother with giving him a fight. He had not come to amuse himself. He had come to win. Ganon planted a sword into the ground, brought up a hand, and drew on his Gift of Din. His triangle flared, and a great flame erupted from his hand, enveloping the rival. At the same time snakes of twilight burst from the ground, wrapped themselves around his arms and legs, and holding him down as Ganon executed him slowly and painfully.

Most men would die instantly. Dinfire was hotter than any normal fire. It spoke well of the man's strength that it took time for him to die. Unfortunate for him, though. He screamed to his last, not being given the comfort of a quick death nor fainting. When it was done, he was nothing but a pile of ash.

Ganon's red hair glowed against the fire before him. His red eyes pierced their souls without pity or mercy. Fire filled his hand. To everyone involved it looked as though he was a demon.

The enemy bowed with their faces to the ground. With their leader defeated, Ganon had conquered them.

He turned and returned to the camp of his army. The army had grown substantially in the previous months since the campaign began. He had not been committing genocide, but conquering and recruiting. So the camp was a mix of many different mountain tribe armies. Each one was small, ranging from fifty to two hundred. But all together Ganon saw the beginning of a powerful force.

Naturally with the conquest also came a restructuring of his governmental structure. He wasn't big on politics, so the Majora had a governor, each tribe had a governor, and the new structure was more or less a council of these governors. Ganon could have gone for the whole monarch government, but he felt it was too much work.

Ganon entered the tent to find a hawk was perched on a post. He eyed the bird a moment. A soldier stood by the perch. The hawk looked very familiar...

"A message for you, my lord." The soldier said.

"Good. Give it to me."

"Err... the bird won't let me have it." The soldier said. The hawk stood proudly. It was a young thing too. A woman snorted from the other side of the tent. This woman was Malon's nurse and teacher. Ganon had formally adopted Malon, but he had no experience in raising a child and so employed a woman to help do the raising.

Ganon rolled his eyes. He walked up to the bird, presented his arm, and the hawk stepped on. "Well, Andim, what do you have for me?" He pulled a note from the bird's leg and placed the bird back on the perch. He placed the paper in a pocket.

"Sir? The note?"

"Allow me to sit and rest before bothering me with paperwork!" Ganon replied gruffly. "I'll take care of the bird tonight and reply later. You may go." the soldier bowed and left. Ganon looked to the woman. "How has she been?"