leviathand

Ganondorf, King of the Gerudo, used to count the days. But that had been useless. He knew it was soon that he would be executed. He knew that from the screams, how they had tapered off into nothing. There had been ten a day in the beginning, each from a throat he could name. Then five. Then three. Then only one a day, until recently a silence had fallen over the massive prison defiling his people's Holy Grounds. 'Soon' was a wonderful term. It was just outside his reach, something that never really came. He had as much time as he needed to sit alone in the dark. He was long past sadness. He was long past grief. The King of the Gerudo had fa

Ganondorf, King of the Gerudo, used to count the days. But that had been useless. He knew it was soon that he would be executed. He knew that from the screams, how they had tapered off into nothing. There had been ten a day in the beginning, each from a throat he could name. Then five. Then three. Then only one a day, until recently a silence had fallen over the massive prison defiling his people's Holy Grounds. 'Soon' was a wonderful term. It was just outside his reach, something that never really came. He had as much time as he needed to sit alone in the dark. He was long past sadness. He was long past grief. The King of the Gerudo had fa