Ganondorf’s 3rd Wife

Years past and the old phantom calamity grows more and more sickly appealing. His bones are visible through his pasty white skin, eyes with bags heavier than the mountains once rested upon by his dear loving sister. His hands ground to meir sticks and twigs of bones and cartilage. His scythe is stained with a deep dark crimson blood red. His cloak was detailed to broaden his size to intimidate. His eyes….lingered a wasted soul of once a being of eternal happiness now turned to waste. Over the years. The humans have betrayed him and themselves. Causing uncontrollable chaos. Calamity, releasing the emotion of calamity and sadness into the human population, found the Great War between the humans once attained. “They create themselves. They create new emotion and meaning by themselves. With free will and free mind they know to dominate and never submit. For they break the cycle and cause more chaos.” Calamity thinks about the time of creation and analyzes how humans were created. For when he made the humans as an exact replica of himself but with the opposition of life and not death. “Maybe because the opposition is harmonious and calamitous and because my heart was harmonious upon the replication….” He pondered and wondered, drawing lines into the ground. “I must test my question” he swore, running off to find a human. For decades he has lived on as a village leader. The humans accepted him as an old man who lived for ages. He claims to be the descendant of the Great Calamity who had a child with a human woman to conceive him. He was to bring forth a new age of love and calamity. A balance of the two different energies. He taught them “we were created to live purpose in balance. To allow both energies to flow and prosper” but forgetting they are beings of chaos he unbalanced them by giving them too much of one energy and corrupted the humans of that belief. Spread went through the nation and war of belief and strife of betrayal due to negative views destroyed the mind and souls of the humans. Thus the plague of Pandora began. They say a human with Pandora could loosen all reason like soft cotton thread and push them to madden themselves to sheer inability to comprehend positive thoughts and energies. Soon bloodshed would be introduced. Birthing rage. Sprite. Anguish. And true calamity. The deceitful old man walks among his people and arranges a sport.” The men and women of his tribe will fight each other throughout the city. Try not to kill civilians and be mindful of your surroundings.” For he taught the first age of warriors of secret fighters. Quick with blade and tools. Most of them lived lives as mothers and fathers, workers, farmers, and every average everyday human citizen. But they all knew the way of battle. For with training few learned how to balance the two energetic forces within, though one comes tenfold and other only once. “If you kill a civilian I will know for the mark of your eyes will glow red with each soul you reap. For my father's blade will find you. And make you pay..” Calamity spoke upon the people one last time “I will be locking myself in my chamber of meditation for the duration of this. The last 2 warriors to stand will be given access into my chambers. Wake me at your own peril. For if your heart is not pure. You will receive no sympathy. Rest and eat heartily children. For the next few days may be your last.” Locking himself into a tall red brick tower. Toppling the clouds far into the heavens. Calamity passes through the threshold and into the building. Once locked into the building he passed to a world lower than the world built by the heavens. He started construction on this place when his sister needed protection. The brimstone and fire pits were good to help melt tough metals and the warm heat from the ground and sky would warm his weary achy bones. “This is The same warmth of the sun who created this fiery abyss.” Said the grimly looking figure with tears in his eyes. Calamity built tools to help dig the ground and dirt around him to create a new realm.

The stars have ways to even touch you. You’re too far to even care for them. Missing that light has been my only regret. With no Sun. Yet still you shine bright. For the moon shines bright and your sun brings the night. Your bright rage burns inside while your cold exterior reflects the ice you create. So cold and distant. Yet so heated when close. Your Sun left you for you were the monster. You brightened his day when your nights were at it’s coldest. You warmed his core when your heart was but salt and ice. “Let not your fears abandon you. But abandon the fears that hold you to yourself” they said to you on a cold bitter night. But they see less of a woman, than they would ever see the man that you are. Let not your tongue threaten you. For you as the moon of fire spit burning words. When your words get to hot you make them sweat. Let not your eyes become you. For you see past the fault and reason and see the meaning. You will see a young child but understand you are cradling a bullock. As a Child Of The Moon you are far from home. You crave the darkness from the light that birthed you. Beset not your heart for you are the moon that ruled the sun. You are the adversary of great change of the world. Your gravity is a different but not changed. Your mass cannot be measured, destroyed, nor created but incarnated in a sense. To transition to one’s state of being you must understand one truth of the world. You are stuck here for the rest of your life. Your time on this planet of this dimension is your dimension. Once you’ve atoned enough to that philosophy you grow tired. Weakened. Hurt. Someone would even call it. A feeling of disparity. But once you’ve understood the duality of disparity and her sister prosperity you learn the true meaning of why you are moon born. Remember child Luna. Your heart is your weapon. It may hurt you at times but it’s the best way to win any eye.

In the Beginning there was time. once flowing Time Begot Space. For without Space, Time had no structure. It would branch into dying existences with no way to control or know when, why, and what beholds of time. As Space and time continued, Twins of two different aspects were born. Light and Dark, Light was born as a beautiful Feminine figure. Her body is shaped round and plump for she would bring life to many and give birth to a new existence. "Solles'' was the name given to her by Time. Her twin brother would be a lanky and feeble man Shaped figure, almost skeletal. "For he was the beholder of Darkness. Calamity." Was uttered nervously by Space. "She will give life and prosper to her light but he will take life and be embarrassed in his darkness" Proclaimed by Space forewarning Time of what the two will bring to the new day and age. As Time and Space flowed and prospered into existence, Solles gave birth to the skies, Lands, and all elements accustomed to this world we know. After she gave birth to fire she laid in rest in the river to cool herself off, she rested her head upon a mountain and stayed in slumber for eons. Calamity admired his sister's creations. He always stood by her when she would give birth to comfort her in her time of need. During the creation of earth and wind. Earth got very jealous of Wind and tried attacking Wind while in Solles`s arms. The Phantasmic figure decided to build his powerful sister a weapon of protection.This Artifact would provide her with coverage during her child birth and creations so no one would attack her while bonding with her new child. The shield made out of the strongest metal shielding his twin from any attack. His sister admired his heart and thoughtfulness even though his body is of death and despair. The brother, keeping his heart for his sister strong in his sleeves, watched his bet her birth of the world as time passed on and on. Once the sister finally birthed the last element she asked her brother to teach her the skill of forgery, but didn’t tell him it was to make him a gift. Solles wanted to repay her grim brother for his protection and love. She proclaimed “I have birthed all things into existence. Alas brother, you have created the purpose for my creation. For it was the dark that created love.” Calamity smiles and takes the material out of his sister's hands and shows her the processes he has created with her new life. He shows her how to melt the material with fire. Maintain the fire with wind. Shape the material with the earth making molds in the ground. As well as using water to cool the molten material. The sister carefully studying under her brother patiently worked till she created a weapon of mass destruction. “My brother. Your soul weeps for your power is to bring life to its end. But please do not fall into despair about this fact. For you have given me the purpose of reanimation to continue the next age and era of the recreation of life. Take this. It is Scythe in a new direction. Its name is Soulbrand. For each soul you strike with this weapon comes back to me and allows me to reform and recleanse the soul making them anew. Go out my brother. And find those whose souls are at their end. Allow them a new opportunity in the next day and age.” The brother looked upon the Blackened blade with its long and coarse Snath made out of a pitch black wood strengthen by brimstone and darkness. “My dearest sister.” Muttered the Phantom “Your kind words. Your soft heart. I don’t deserve a sister as yourself. For as you see I have made you your shield to protect you but no weapon to aid you in your battles. I wanted to give you these gifts. I appreciate the gift you have given me and I wish to show my gratitude with this.”

I have no content… but like I do have like a rant in a sense???? So like. I’m writing this story rn and tbh I personally like the way it’s turning out. I’m gonna post a few chapters and see how it goes but like….idk I hate my work normally. But I don’t hate this lol. So please be unbiased but not friggin rude plz ❤️