The wind blows over the land. A slight twinkle of stars in the velvety dome. The young girl opens her eyes and looks over Hyrule, high on her cliff on Death Mountain. She has thick brown hair, hanging around her shoulders in a soft layer. Somewhere far away, there is a small vibration. The girl closes her eyes again and seek the source. Her inner site settles on a boy child, a gerudo boy! Opening her eyes, she manage to suppress a shiver. Poor boy, he'll take the wrong choice in his future ways. She shakes her head and sighs.
Thunder rumbles over the land. The woman, barely out of adolescence, look to the sky on her perch. Rain starts falling, soaking and cooling the woman. A scream in the distance, from the castle. She closes her eyes and gaze towards the stone-structure. A girl, ten years of age, is cradled in the arms of her nurse, beside herself with fear. The woman shakes her head. So young, but with such a heavy burden to bear. Because of the gerudo boy, now a man she senses, the young girl has a strong, and horrid, destiny. The woman looks across Hyrule with worried eyes.
The sun burns over the land. The woman, moving towards her best age, shakes her head in despair. From her vantage-point she sees the scorched Hyrule. A single sweat-drop rolls down her cheekbone. A sound, a movement in the air, like the soft tones of an Ocarina, drift towards her. Turning to her inner sight, she finds the boy. Narrowing her eyes, the woman wonders. With the body of a seventeen year old and the mind of one of ten years...? Poor boy, she thinks as she see his destiny. She shakes her head, and think again how sad it is for those three, their destinies destroyed by now.
Lightning cracks over the land. The woman, only slightly older, blinks to clear her vision. the ravenous battle in another place makes echoes in her head. She cannot see, but she hears all too well. A triumphant call, a roar of pain and a sacred chanting. The woman narrows her eyes. With the sound of a vacuum filling with air, something has been opened. A cry of despair ensues. The woman closes her eyes. The gerudo man is gone.
Rain drops are falling hard on the woman, her hair graying with age. She still sits on her perch above Hyrule. A cry for help floats through the air. The woman's head snap up. She sense someone go to find the one in need, but it is the wrong one that goes, the wrong one. The woman shakes her head. It must be the boy, always the boy, his destiny chosen by events generations ago. The one going to the rescue dies, the woman feels his spirit move by. The boy finds him and cries, the sorrow clear from a distance. The woman allows a tear to slip down her cheek.
A rough storm rips at the woman's clothes and hair, but she ignores it. Her hair, more grayed than before, is pushed back by a rutined hand. The crackling of magic greets her, flying towards her perch like a scavenger bird, curious to see if she's dead. Again the sound of a vacuum being opened, a portal is opened and someone dragged in. But there is no cry of despair this time, only an angry shout from the boy as lightning flares, caused by the magic. The woman sighs, agitated. The circle is becoming tiring and saddening to her.
Clouds whirling above her, the woman yawns. Her hair is now more gray than brown, and wrinkles have formed on her face. A sigh, or is it the wind, sound from her perch, high on Death Mountain. Suddenly, it seems as the entire world is mirrored. The woman gasps, looking around in shock. For a second she stared into a cold, dark world, but now all is normal. She frowns a bit.
Thunder rumbles with overwhelming force, making the woman cringe. Running a shaking hand through her completely grey hair, she looks around at Hyrule from atop of the mountain. A roar of rage, similar to the one she heard generations ago, echo through her head. Once again the boy has won, the shape-shifted gerudo have been defeated and the princess, the all too young princess, is saved. The woman shakes her head, sadly. The goddesses are indeed cruel, laying such responsibility on the skinny shoulders of a mere boy, but yet he manages each time. A wry grin crosses her face, and she chuckles.
The sun perks above the horizon, shining upon the face of the old woman. Her hair is white as snow, and her skin filled with crinkles. But still, she sits atop Death Mountain. It has been her home from long before the changed gerudo came here. The old woman sighs. She sees only fragments. A sleeping princess, a hero, so young, so young. The old woman close her eyes, and she slumps forward, seeing no more.
The sun reaches zenith, making the old woman's hair shine like silver. A gentle breeze whistles around the mountain, sobbing quietly for the old woman.
The wind blows over the land. A slight twinkle of stars in the velvety dome. The young girl opens her eyes and looks over Hyrule, high on her cliff on Death Mountain. She has thick brown hair, hanging around her shoulders in a soft layer. Somewhere far away, there is a small vibration. The girl closes her eyes again and seek the source. Her inner site settles on a boy child, a gerudo boy! Opening her eyes, she manage to suppress a shiver. Poor boy, his future so cruel if he takes the wrong choice. "Please, Ganondorf," she whispers quietly, the only audience the wind around her. "Please don't ruin it this time around, like you did an eternity ago..."
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