#mikhailtag

     His first mission was to ‘keep an eye on the boy’ - a fact which, truthfully, had the shade irritated at best. Ganondorf had promised him the chance for vengeance upon the hero, for an opportunity to punish the abandonment of his darker half. Slipping into the Gerudo's lands to play spy was not what he’d been expecting, nor wanting, and for a time, the shadow had resisted his orders.

     It was only the promise of what would come with his next set of orders that had the wraith complying. The Gerudo King had best be wise in holding up his end of the bargain though, the shade thought.

     Slipping past the Gerudo guards had been simple, given the fact that he was a living shadow. The tricky part had been locating the man, Mikhail’s, workplace, though the shade’s travels would eventually bring him to the forge - lacking its blacksmith, much to his annoyance. With no one in sight, however, the wraith allowed himself to slip from the shadows he’d hidden within, crimson eyes glancing curiously over half-repaired armor, blades that were not quite ready for combat, and the cooling embers that remained in the forge. If this was Mikhail’s word, the shade thought, then he was obviously quite skilled.