Hey everyone! This chapter's just a short one but the next will be longer, i promise! So, there was a bit of confusion on the timeline that someone let me know about, so I'm just going to let you guys know again that there is no set timeline in my story. It's a combination of all the games I like best. If you try to figure out the timeline, your head WILL explode. How else could i have both Ghirahim and Ganondorf in one story? :D It's so much more fun for me this way. So, if you're squinting, trying to figure out a timeline, you might as well give up! lolol
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A Delivery to the Sky
The Journey to Ghirahim
The Postman held a quill over the newly dried letters and hesitated. "This seems rather dishonest." he commented.
"Would you rather tell them you destroyed their mail?" Sakon asked.
"No." The Postman answered, dipping the quill into the inkwell. "I suppose not."
The Postman could read almost anything and despite the words being smeared and faded, he could still make out what it said. He carefully began going over the words, matching Link's printing the best he could. Sakon was watching over his shoulder with interest and was quite impressed.
"A perfect forgery!" the thief exclaimed. "You have his messy printing spot-on! You even got that weird squiggle he uses for an 'M'! If you're interested, I'd have a very good use for that talent!"
The Postman paused and gave Sakon an unimpressed look.
"Just keep it in mind." Sakon said with a shrug.
Not saying a word, The Postman went back to what he was doing as Sakon continued watching over his shoulder. After a few minutes, the thief let out a snort.
"What a stupid letter." he commented. "It's not even smutty. Why are you even delivering this?"
The Postman covered the letter with one hand and shoved Sakon away with the other. "Stop reading other people's mail!" he ordered. "It's none of your business!"
"Touchy, touchy." Sakon said, feigning hurt. "It was just an observation."
"The letter's for a ten year old girl." The Postman responded impatiently.
Sakon crinkled his nose in distaste. "Oh. Well, that's not very interesting."
Finished with the letter, The Postman set it aside to dry and picked up the other. Ganondorf's handwriting was small and neat, the letters curving elegantly and The Postman began going over the words carefully. Sakon was leaning very obviously over his shoulder, much more interested in what this letter had to say. The Postman did his best to ignore Sakon but it was kind of difficult when the thief's chin was resting on his shoulder.
"You're very good at this." Sakon observed.
"Stop reading it." The Postman demanded impatiently. "It's not right and I'm breaking enough rules as it is."
"Why? You're reading it!" Sakon pointed out. "And besides, this one's really juicy."
The Postman tried to cover the letter with one hand as he continued but Sakon simply leaned further over his shoulder so he could see.
"I bet you've never written so many expletives in your life." Sakon stated in amusement. "I don't even know what some of those words mean!"
The Postman gave a resigned sigh and continued writing. When he was finished, several minutes later, he set it aside with the other then straightened and handed Sakon back his quill and ink. He approached the strewn about items on the ground and began looking for his uniform without a word, as Sakon gave him a questioning look. Once he'd found it, he pulled the heavy wool shirt off that he'd gotten from Skyloft and slipped on his white tank top.
Sakon raised an eyebrow. "You're really going to wear your postal uniform again when it's like minus five billion up here?"
"I'm a postman, I'm always supposed to wear my uniform. It's unprofessional to deliver letters in casual clothes."
"You're going to get even sicker." Sakon pointed out.
"I'm not sick." The Postman insisted. "Just tired."
Once he was back in his proper uniform, The Postman approached the Loftwing, who up to that point, had been settled on the other side of the island preening its feathers contentedly. He petted it for a moment then glanced over at Sakon.
"Think the Loftwing can fly again so soon?"
"Zigzag can handle anything." Sakon assured him.
The Postman frowned. "You named it?"
"Course I did." Sakon replied, walking over. "I have to call him something don't I?"
"You can't keep him, you know. He belongs to Ganondorf."
Sakon shook his head. "He's mine now."
"Do you really need a reason for Ganondorf to hate you even more?"
Sakon gave a careless shrug. "I don't think he can hate me more than he already does. One little Loftwing won't make a difference."
The Postman had seen how deep Ganondorf 's anger and hate could reach and knew the amount of contempt shown to Sakon was nowhere near what it could be. Compared to The Hero of Time, the thief was just a bothersome nuisance to Ganondorf.
"I don't think you should push it." The Postman suggested.
Ignoring him, Sakon began shoving his belongings back into his backpack carelessly and The Postman frowned at him, deciding to drop the subject.
The Postman knelt down next to the letters to check if they were dry and looked them over carefully. The paper itself was water-stained but dry to the touch and the words were black and clear. Supposing they would have to do, he folded them over neatly then handed them to Sakon who put them in one of the many pouches on his backpack.
"Okay, ready?" Sakon asked, slipping on the backpack.
The Postman gave a nod so the thief quickly mounted the Loftwing and held down a hand to help him up. The Postman accepted the help and once he was settled, Sakon gave the reins a snap and the Loftwing let out a happy shriek and immediately dove off the side of the island. Its wings caught the wind and once it was steady, Sakon glanced over his shoulder at The Postman.
"Don't breathe on me." he ordered.
"I'm not sick!" The Postman protested.
"Just don't breathe on me." Sakon said, turning his attention forward. "Any idea which direction to go?"
The Postman knew exactly where Ghirahim was. Ever since their last meeting, it was like a spell had been broken and his sense of direction was restored in full. He could now sense both Ghirahim and the Kokiri and had no doubt about where he'd find them. Raising a hand he pointed.
"Just keep going North." he told the thief.
Sakon didn't question him and turned the Loftwing to the North.
Ganondorf stared out the window at the city below, his discontent growing. It was now day three and the Gerudos' food and water was already starting to get low. The very young, elderly or pregnant were given the biggest shares and the others who were young and strong received very little. Ganondorf himself refused anything that was offered to him, knowing he could last a lot longer than the others. He'd tried every spell he was capable of but nothing made any difference. The wells remained dry and the plants were still shrivelled and dead.
The Gerudos had been making many trips down to the river to get as much water as possible but now the river was completely dry. He'd sent out scouts to gather information on the other tribes but only the Gorons weren't affected. The Zoras had taken to protecting what little water remained in Lake Hylia and wouldn't let anyone near. The Hylians were in just as dangerous a situation as the Gerudos so Ganondorf knew he'd have to focus on the Zoras entirely.
Turning away from the window, Ganondorf closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. If the water wasn't restored soon, the Gerudos would have no choice but to declare war on the Zoras. His Gerudos were thirsty and weak from hunger and the Zoras would have the definite advantage on them. The Zoras could be vicious when provoked and in such a desperate situation, they'd be downright bloodthirsty. There would be no way they'd be willing to negotiate over the water, especially not with Gerudos. For the Gerudos to live a bit longer, the Zoras would have to be completely annihilated.
Taking a seat in his throne, Ganondorf sat head in hand silently, his mind troubled. If the water wasn't restored in four days, he'd give the order to attack. He'd ensure his people's survival no matter what it took.
"There!" The Postman declared. "Land down there!"
Sakon looked down at the large island below and took the Loftwing down without a word. He landed it directly in front of an enormous temple then glanced over his shoulder at The Postman.
"Geralem, or whatever his name is, is in there?" he questioned.
At The Postman's nod, he squinted up at the temple with a frown. "What's with villains and big, creepy temples?" he demanded. "Sure we all have hideouts but this is just a bit too obvious..."
The temple was large, made of black stone and was covered in vines. Skulltulas could be seen scurrying here and there and the temple looked like it hadn't been used in a very, very long time. The temple did not look inviting in the least and Sakon hesitated.
"You're sure this is the right place?"
Again, The Postman nodded.
Sakon slid to the ground and hesitantly approached the doors. The Postman, feeling incredibly nauseous, went to follow Sakon but slipped as he was dismounting and ended up falling awkwardly on the ground.
Sakon raised an eyebrow. "Very graceful." he commented.
A bit embarrassed, The Postman got back to his feet and approached Sakon who was staring at the strange words written above the doorway.
"What's that?" Sakon demanded. "Some sort of weird sky language?"
"It's ancient Terminian." The Postman replied. "It says-"
"You know ancient Terminian?" Sakon asked in disbelief.
"Why? What use could you possibly have for that in your profession? And where did you even learn it?"
The Postman gave Sakon a pointed look. "I didn't drop out of school when I was nine." he stated.
Sakon rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Let's just get this stupid delivery over with."
"Um, but the doors says-"
"Who cares what it says?" Sakon interrupted. "Let's find Gerrard and give him his letter before it gets dark."
The Postman was cut off when Sakon reached out and grasped the door handle. There was a crackle of energy then Sakon let out a yelp and retracted his hands.
"It shocked me!"
Furrowing his brow, Sakon gave his hands a shake then reached out to try again. This time the shock was enough to shake his entire body and Sakon fell back a step, wincing in pain.
"Ow." he whined. "What kind of temple is this?"
"Look, Sakon, you're not going to be able to-"
"Third time's the charm." Sakon informed him, determined. "Sometimes spells only last for two tries then they fade."
The Postman sighed and stepped back as Sakon once agin grabbed a hold of the handles. At first nothing happened then there was a loud boom of energy and Sakon was thrown bodily away from the door. He hit the ground hard about ten feet back and twitched as the last bits of magic left him. The Postman knelt down next to him.
"Sakon?" He questioned. "Are you alright?"
Sakon let out a groan then his eyes snapped open. "OW!" he complained. "Holy OW! That one really hurt! It almost electrocuted me!"
"You're not going to be able to open the door." The Postman informed him.
Sakon gave another wince then looked up at him. "Why?"
"It says above the door. 'Enter those whom worship the Goddess Termina, ye pure and untouched virgins will fear nothing, one single drop of thy blood will open the way. The soiled and evil will feel Termina's wrath.'"
Both of Sakon's eyebrows shot up. "I'm soiled and evil?" he asked, sounding a bit hurt. "You could have warned me about the whole virgin thing, you know!"
"I tried. Sorry."
Sakon swore loudly and rubbed at the back of his head. "What a stupid curse! Why would they put such a horrible thing on a temple?"
"This temple belongs to the Goddess Termina." The Postman commented. "The virgin Goddess."
"Oh." Sakon said, looking rather revolted. "Who would want to remain a virgin for all eternity? No wonder she's such a harpy! I could have helped her out with her little problem if she had of just asked..."
The Postman's eyes widened and he gave Sakon a smack on the shoulder. "That's blasphemy, Sakon! Don't insult the Gods! Especially not in front of their temples!"
Sakon simply gave him a grin. "Worried they might thunderbolt us?"
"I'm surprised they haven't already."
Sakon gave a snort of amusement. "Soooo, what're we gonna do about the temple problem? I don't know about you but I'm kind of fresh out of virgins at the moment."
The Postman said nothing.
"We better not have to go back to Skyloft to kidnap a virg-" Sakon cut off abruptly as a thought occurred to him. He whirled to face The Postman in realization and pointed a finger to him triumphantly.
"You!" he cried out. "You're a virgin aren't you? I mean, you have to be! You're the biggest prude I know!"
"You are, aren't you?" Sakon demanded.
"I knew it!" Sakon cried out gleefully. "You can open the door!"
"I don't think-"
"Go on!" Sakon ordered. "Try it! I bet it won't zap you! You're as 'untouched' as it can get!"
The Postman gave Sakon a downright dirty look and crossed his arms. "I'm pretty sure it was referring to maidens not postmen." he replied.
Sakon gave a shrug and drew his dagger. "Meh, you're close enough. Just hold out your hand and I'll nick you a little bit."
Sakon glanced to the door then back to The Postman and gave a shrug. "Well, if we're not delivering letters then we might as well go home."
The Postman furrowed his brow, knowing he had to get into the temple somehow. Letting out a heavy sigh, he held out his hand. "Fine."
Sakon took his hand and nicked the skin lightly on the index finger, watching as a small drop of blood appeared.
"Ok, now try it." Sakon said eagerly. "I want to see what happens."
The Postman glanced down at the blood and felt his stomach lurch at the sight. Blood normally didn't bother him but he was feeling nauseous anyway so it definitely didn't help. Now completely queasy, he turned his attention to the temple door. He had a pounding headache and would be glad to get out of the sunlight.
"Hurry up and use your super virgin powers!" Sakon said, grinning wide. "Blast open the doors with your 'pureness'!"
"Shut up." The Postman replied grouchily.
As The Postman approached the door, Sakon backed away a few steps, just in case it backfired, and watched with interest. The Postman stared at the intricately carved door for a long moment, not really wanting to be electrocuted, then hesitantly lifted his hand and placed it against the door. The blood barely even touched the wood when the door opened with a loud, ominous creak.
Sakon's mouth dropped open. "Wow! You really are a super virgin!" he exclaimed.
"If you call me that one more time, Sakon, I swear I'll push you off the island."
"Did I hit a nerve?" Sakon asked, not looking in the least bit sorry.
Sakon approached and hesitantly peered into the dark, and creepy temple. "How do you think Grovihim got in there? This door doesn't look like it's been used in a thousand years!"
"There's probably another way in somewhere else on the island." The Postman stated. "This temple's most likely just the entrance to his lair."
"Huh. You think it's alright for me to go in? Was the spell just on the door?"
"I wouldn't chance it if I were you."
Sakon frowned. "Er, yeah, maybe I'll just wait here then..."
The Postman looked down the long, shadowed hallway before him then turned his gaze to Sakon. "I'll need the letters."
As Sakon dug in his backpack for the letters, he gave another distrustful glare at the doorway. "What do you think would have happened if I had of put a drop of my blood on the door instead of you?"
The Postman raised an eyebrow. "I think you would have disintegrated on the spot."
Sakon gave a resigned nod. "Yeah, too much awesome will do that to a person. If you see any treasure in there, bring it back for me, okay?"
The Postman sighed as he took the letters.
"I'm not stealing from a temple." The Postman stated, taking a step through the doorway. "I'll be back in a little while."
Sakon held out his dagger. "Here, take this." he said. "Just in case."
"I don't kill."
"Just take it." Sakon ordered, shoving it into his hands.
The Postman looked down at the dagger then gave a nod. "I won't be long." he said, turning to leave.
As The Postman disappeared into the shadows, Sakon watched through the doorway with a frown. "Don't die." he whispered quietly.
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