Release me.
“Who are you?” The Stalchild grunted, looking wildly around him for the source of the voice.
A friend.
A Stalchild has few friends in life; sure, they keep companionship with fellow Stalchildren and other nocturnal beings, but no one ever uses the term ‘friend’ to refer to them. Such a word is almost alien to them. No, this voice was not a voice that the Stalchild knew. And yet—there was an incredible aura of strength around him. Whoever or whatever this voice belonged to was incredibly powerful. And it referred to him as a friend. This was definitely a voice worth listening to.
“How can I release you?”
To the desert. To my kingdom. The temple awaits you.
The Stalchild began to have second thoughts. “The Spirit Temple? But no one of my kind can enter the gates without being destroyed.”
That is irrelevant. To the temple in the desert.
The creature reluctantly stood up and began the journey toward the desert. He journeyed for most of the night to reach the Gerudo Fortress; morning was a mere hour or two before breaking, and the Stalchild would have to sleep once again. Quickly, he made his way through the desert wasteland to reach the Colossus.
Wait.
The Stalchild waited.
*~*~*~*~*
Nabooru was already awake before dawn, busy polishing the stone tablets at the front of the Spirit Temple. The Gerudo came to one conclusion—she hated cleaning. I never thought that this place could get so dusty! Well, it is in the middle of a desert.... She heaved a sigh as she polished the stone tablets for the twentieth time in less than a month.
“Well, it’s not like anyone else can do the job.” Nabooru told herself. She had repeated that same line every time she felt this way; after about a hundred or so times of repeating it, the phrase had pretty much lost its effectiveness. “Oh, well.” The sage heaved a sigh and continued polishing the elaborate stonework in the foyer. She felt a twinge of pain in her back from hunching over for so long. I’ve got to stretch. Nabooru stood up and twisted her shoulders around; she noticed a dim ray of light coming from underneath the door. It’s already dawn? I need to get back to the fortress! She placed her polishing cloth on the floor and made for the doors.
*~*~*~*~*
Your time is now.
“What?” The Stalchild was groggy. It was past his bedtime.
Lay this sword on the one who exits the Temple. A sharp metal blade appeared out of thin air; the Stalchild grasped it with both hands and got into an attacking position.
“Okay.” The Stalchild readied himself. Almost immediately afterward, the temple doors creaked open.
Now!
The Stalchild swung the blade with all of his strength.
Without so much as a shriek, Nabooru fell. The strange voice laughed.
Well done, child. Well done. Immediately a black, choking mist began to swirl around the temple itself; flashes of lightning danced across the morning sky, threading their way toward the temple steps. The sky grew ominously dark and seemed to suck all of the energy from the sun and concentrate it on a single point six feet in the air. Soon, that point became a figure; the Stalchild’s jaw dropped in awe.
“G-Ganondorf?!”
The figure began to laugh. He had finally broken free. Now it was time for revenge.
