Finally a sequel to my other story. It's actually only dedicated to: Alice, my soul and those who read this ... XD
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The redhead rode at a fast gallop ... Nasty hooves thundered over the raging sand, lush grass. He left his past behind ... Truly a feeling of freedom in the said stomach area. He was bird free.
But this should not be left alone for too long. Hooting and grumpy shouts from those who stayed behind. Following the isolated Gerudo, whose knowledge hardly considered more than the extent of the world ... Was it still a "free" being? No, Gerudo felt again on the run. The hunter was considered the hunted ...
A quick turn of the red head, and the tall man recognized snorting nags, whose riders had considered themselves with bows and arrows.
The border between Hyrules and Terminas was crossed. All that followed was a forest landscape.
An advantage? Hardly likely...
Hasty hands spurred the black black horse to top performance, a straight gallop and still pursued?Ears listened to heavy hooves, the hardness of which hit with force. Made the earth shake. Soft hissing ... Few of the arrows shot had reached their target in the body of the brown-skinned man and pierced with smacking quickness through the armor's strength, into the vulnerable flesh. What should he do now? It really hurts ...
The man gasped ... Another hiss ... Jerking pain! Made clear by the blind glare of both corners of the eyes. Again the disgusting, smacking deepening of the stubborn peek-tips sounded.
Hearing steadily lost acumen, up to complete deafness. Eyes to the sense of the environment. The last loud revolt of the black horse ... body and mind failed miserably. The body surrendered to the gravity of the earth ...
Void ... darkness ... time and space were sealed.

Life gave itself after hours of war effort in the sense of Gerudos, whose piercing eyes opened the lids with tenacious slowness.Blurred ... The ceiling of the spacious room is an eye catcher. Mournfully his head turned to one side. Tired eyes recognized the gentle, slender facial features of a woman, whose delicate hands stroked his forehead soothingly. Was he in heaven? Should the woman be an angel?
Gerudo hurried in a sitting position with frightening speed and examined the black-haired beauty and suspicion. She seemed to have a calm, warm voice.
"I thought you would never wake up, sir. Say, how do you feel? The arrows have left deep wounds in your body."
What was she talking about? Wounds?
"Who are you that you dare to touch me?" The redhead's voice, on the other hand, was deliberately restless, fused with a slight, unknown accent.
"I found you in the forest in one of the clearings. My name is Merlaine. And yours?". What did the woman imagine? "Ganondorf Dragmire." ...
A beautiful, gentle smile slid over the full lips of the black-haired woman."You have an interesting name, Ganondorf. It seems to me that you do not belong to the people of the forest?" No, he really didn't ... "It doesn't matter now, woman. What made you do it ...". Instantly the grumpy voice of the taller fell silent, whose body was embraced by a very delicate blanket. His armor? Slashed in many a corner. "You ... did you medicate me, if I think about it correctly?" "Yes, sir. Your body was battered by wounds. You had better take care of yourself." "Unf you slashed my armor and an unworthy blade ?! Have you been abandoned by all good spirits?" There was no expression of his immeasurable anger. Merlaine winced abruptly. “Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to help you.” “I didn't need any help, useless woman!”.

The redhead took hold of the ends of the tender warmth and rose from the bed. Involuntarily this swayed that Merlaine grabbed his body."Let go ..." "You could fall, sir. Please lie down again." "Let go, I said!".
But she wanted and couldn't. Velvety hands pressed Ganondorf back onto the bed. The man's facial expression was astonished, and his eyes stared at her in disbelief for a few seconds. She took a lot out of it ... Nevertheless, this country was neither his hometown nor Termina that she should have obeyed his orders. “Are you hungry, sir?” “No! Where is my horse?”. "Your 'horse' has to recover for the time being, Lord. Just like you."
He felt the rising anger of the woman, literally smelled the rising fear. Trained eyes regarded her skeptically. "There is no reason why you do this." "I like to help other beings. Take a rest ..." Of course his body was considered overwhelmingly exhausted, and yet too stubborn to be heard. So smaller hands took hold of his shoulders and pressed the larger one to lie down. Ganondorf refused to sleep.He couldn't give in to his tiredness now. Or is it? Throbbing temples forced him. With the last caresses on his bitter facial features, the king fell asleep ...

Slow twitching of his eyelids. Thoughts of his return? No, he could no longer compete. What was he supposed to do with his life? Smash? Pointless ... The Gerudo suddenly got a pleasant smell of unknown food. So his upper body rose one more time to obey the scent, which reminded him of his dreams in a truly beguiling way. Soaked orange-red eyes caught sight of the black-haired woman who was carrying in food and drink. “Are you already awake, Ganondorf?” “If it weren't for that, you would have noticed, woman!”. Why was he so grumpy about the beauty? Confused thoughts ravaged the skull. The order would probably still last. "I have food for you."
“About time.” So Ganondorf turned to the nearby window.He looked almost plaintively at the overwhelming nature. "Do you measure something, sir?" "No, I do not. Stay out of my affairs, woman." "I still have a name, Ganondorf. Just like you, if you can still remember it." The quiet woman's voice was sharp. The redhead looked at her indignant face. “Yes, I can really still remember this one.” Another role reversal? The woman made him mad that even he bowed his head and reached for his aching temples. "You should eat yourselves, sir. You are weakened." "Mind your own business."
Why did he become meek? Wasn't he able to oppose beauty? How gladly he would have screamed. Turned back the time again and changed this, which he did not dislike at the time. "I'm going to kill you. You ... Princess Zelda, and that damned dwarf."Merlaine carefully felt the deepened furrows, like gaping wounds on his back. Ganondorf, on the other hand, reached for the curved bowl and spoon. Hardly noticeably he brought each of the captured sips closer to his mouth.

“Do you like it, sir?” Slow nod of confirmation. “Says, where are you from?” His head lifted again, avoiding such gentle looks. “Hyrule.” “Hyrule? I've never heard of that?” “You also live cut off from the world, woman.” “And why were you hunted?” Inner wounds burst deep in the vulnerable soul. "That is now unimportant. In addition, the story is considered resolved. I don't want to talk about it." "I understand."
The black-haired woman slid her delicate fingers over her muscular back. The Gerudo, however, winced abruptly. "Did I hurt you?" "No, it's not. II ... just don't like being touched. That's all." "I would be interested in your country."The man's eyes widened. What was she saying? She wanted to see his country? He couldn't go back. Not in this life, neither in the next." I didn't mean to appear impolite. Well, sir, I keep clothes in my house for you. I cut yours. "" I know that and I do not take your actions so easily. Just so you know. "

The bitter face did not seem far from the indignation. Merlaine, however, laughed. Carefully he put one foot in front of the other. Raised his naked body, he walked past the woman who followed him. Sullen expression, his clasped hands picked up the unusual clothes and examined them. "A cloth shirt and pants? That's all?" "Well, I have no finer clothing that could match your armor." Reluctantly, he dressed himself and tried to test his freedom of movement. Indeed it tightened a little, but what should he have done? Which mortal being led a greater one than him?"" Who did the clothes belong to? "" To my late father. " "Many Thanks. I wear the clothes of a dead man. Enjoyable. "" Be glad you don't have to walk around naked. In addition, you would attract attention with your armor there ... "She pointed to this." ... Stop complaining. "

“I hate other clothes.” “My goodness. You may be solitary.” “It's just a quality of mine.” Ganondorf tugged at the tight clothing. “And what are you going to do now?” “Leave yourselves. Quite simply.” “Do you think I'll just allow it?”.
Her arms were devoted to crossing. The redhead looked at her questioningly. In any case, she made a convincing impression. "Actually, I was hoping." "Then you cut yourself, Ganondorf Dragmire." "Can you please stop giving my full name ?!" "G-a-n-o-n-d-o-r-f D-r-a-g-m-i-r-e!" ...