When he had been broken, weak, abandoned by all those he once held dear, no one had cared to help him in any way. After all, why should they? He had killed and threatened their families, their friends and their loved ones. He had only brought cruelty and hatred - a being like him did not deserve any sympathy, nor a second chance, they said.
Saria did not agree. It was true and undeniable; this man, Ganondorf, had brought Hyrule so much suffering, something she as a sage could not ignore nor forget. But… the man, which was currently kneeling in front of her, was not the same man that had threatened her beloved home just hours ago. He was weak, he was broken - a man that would die if they were to just leave him here.
Everyone else had turned and left already, leaving only the Gerudo and Saria behind, in the middle of the ruins which once had been his castle. But, once it’s master had lost his energy, so had the building, and both had they collapsed - what was left now, was little more than a pile of broken stone and pride. The greenhaired couldn’t just abandon him here - couldn’t and wouldn’t. Ganondorf had done many unrighteous deeds, and this was the price he had to pay for them. But, now that the price had been paid, what reason was there to not give him another chance like anyone else deserved it too?
Perhaps Saria was too softhearted, possibly even naive to think, that the desert king could change himself, but it had never been in her nature to leave someone in need behind. And so the eternal child stepped towards him, accompanied by the quiet tingling of her fairy, kneeling down in front of the barely concious male and gently taking his large hand with her two small ones. There was no visible reaction, and the kokiri wasn’t even sure if he was even aware of his surroundings, but nevertheless she quietly spoke to him.
“It is okay… I will help you, don’t worry. It’s okay now.”
As an ordinary Kokiri, bringing the huge Gerudo to her home, deep in the lost woods, yet due to her status as a sage, Saria had the ability of magic to aid her in this task. And so, in a swirl of leaves, the three of them disappeared, her magic safely carrying them to her house.
It must not have been long since after the Sages exiled him that he found himself outside the blinding realm of light. The pain in his head, inflicted by that accursed boy still stung freshly as did he memory of the magic of the princess who bound him -- a magic not unlike the enchantment that held him now; rendering the Evil King immobile and powerless.
Rage bubbled up further inside of him. While he was incapable of moving according to his own will, he could faintly hear the judgemental voices of his captors allegedly discussing what to do with him presently. He spat angrily in his mind, reaffirming that should he escape his divine punishment, that he would make Hyrule truly suffer.
Silence followed shortly thereafter. Had they simply left him to rot in silence? Not that it mattered. They had successfully usurped him with the help of their precious hero; and so long as he bore the Triforce of Power in his right hand, the Gerudo King would gladly wait for his chance at retribution. Should they allow one single flaw in their prison, he would surely--
Ganondorf’s thoughts pause as he swears he could hear the faint pitter-patter of footsteps coming toward him; though being unable to lift his head could not confirm his suspicions. It wasn’t until he heard the soft, reassuring words of one of them and felt her hand on his own that his stomach twisted in anger; a resentment so strong it seemed to vibrate through him.
“I do not require your pity!” He growled, surprising himself with the sound of his own voice having not been able to speak prior. Moreover, he found himself mobile once again; and with the instinct to forcibly draw his own hand away from the smaller palm placed on top of it, he caused his massive form to lose its balance and topple onto the ground below.
Disoriented, Ganondorf does well to pick himself up again only this time to strike the back of his head on something as he regained his footing. A ceiling, perhaps? But that would be absurd. How in the world would he--
With his bearings finally returning to him, the Demon King found himself in a small abode of sorts, covered in greenery. Pottery and furniture adorned the place; objects much too small for a grown man, let alone one of his size. His gaze finally settles on the green-haired Kokiri and her fairy before him and his lips curl into a ferocious snarl.
“I demand to know where you have taken me,” he says, striking a pose to summon his dark energies, “And know that you will rue the decision to do so alone.”
A pause. Something that had been so habitual to him for so many years no longer came. Though Ganondorf himself was now able to move, it seemed as though his power was still bound.
“Tch...” Clever Sage, he thought. The Gerudo then lowers his arm, glowering at the child-like figure before him, but decides to do nothing more. True, his stature could easily overpower the Kokiri girl, but in his current state it would not be wise to attempt such a feat with a Sage. The girl was currently more powerful than he, and he had enough with underestimating his foes for one lifetime.
“So...what is it you intend to do with me?”
