Kingdom of Power, of Courage, and of Wisdom

Majora's War - Cycles of Hatred

- Ganondorf Dragmire -

Ganondorf had his fill of words and politics. He turned aside and, wishing to be a proper host and having invited them to the occassion, joined Link and Solitare at their table for a time. He amused himself with tempting the young Qin to try one particularly tasty vegetable called a bhut jolokia. Being a Dragmire, Ganon found the vegetable delicious. Being a Qin, Link would later swear he died for a short time, or at the very least that he was breathing fire.

The drunkenness turned to men strip dancing at some point with loud singing, entirely off key and with all the coordination of fresh bed hair. Ganon did not participate in the drinking, wishing to always control his temper, and silently watched the show. He watch the snow-man, Ghiradrim, bid farewell and disappear for the night. Soon after, a drunken Nabooru passed out on the table with a very disheveled and scratched up Qin commander watching her with wide, fearful eyes. Ganon chuckled. The man looked like a frozen rabbit hiding in a corner of its cage.

The good spirits were broken by fire and thunder. A man ran in. He threw the doors wide, fell forwards, and scrambled across the floor. "Alpha! Chief! The Dragmire abode is on fire and a riot has stirred up in the valley around the Soran abode!"

Ganondorf stood and looked out over the crowd. Some had surprised expressions, but most were too drunk to put together cohesive thought. Nabooru was knocked out for the night, if she were to have her way at least.

"Someone wake her!" Ganondorf boomed, pointing to the alpha. He did not wait for a response before stepping out of the main hall and looking out over the valley. True to the report there was smoke bellowing from the district where the Dragmire abode was under construction and there was the sound of distant yelling.

Ganon looked to the reporter and asked, "What happened?"

"I do not know, I have only seen the smoke and heard from another that there is a riot there."

Ganon clicked his tongue in annoyance, but nodded all the same. He looked back. The Dragmire in the main hall were scared and uncertain. Hearing that your promised home is being burned when arriving in a new land is not an easy thing to hear. The Majora questioned each other what they were to do and there was no answer their elder could provide. Even as this happened, it did not escape Ganon's gaze how some other clans looked on the Dragmire, not with pity, but with contempt as if they deserved it.

Ganon had no time for this. He entered the main hall again.

"Link!" He barked as he walked past.

"Yo!"

"Make sure the Dragmire here stay safe. I have something to take care of. Commander Matsubi, are your men at your disposal still?"

The commander stood, "I believe so. They will be a little feast-drunk but will respond to my orders."

"Good, gather your men and position yourselves outside of the city. We do not need an incident between Majora and Qin soldiers along with whatever-the-realms is happening now."

"Most wise, my lord." Matsubi nodded. He made a wide gerth around the drunken Majora's alpha and left swiftly.

Ganon approached Nabooru. She was being roused by others, but was highly groggy as he stepped up to her. Needing to break through to her swiftly, he took a cup and splashed its contents in her face.

"What!? What are-"

Ganon interupted, "The Dragmire abode is in flames and there is a riot. The party is over."

-later-

Ganon didn't know which was hotter, the bonfire before him, and or his own flaring temper. Before him was a mob of men from the Soran clan and at their feet was a street filled with dead or badly-beaten Dragmire. Men, women, children, it mattered not. Alongside Ganon stood a rushed hunting party of Majora and a few other clans, and between them all stood Nabooru who, despite her drunkenness, had sobered up some and was managing to keep the two parties from killing each other, yet.