Seldavia

The first thing that registered in Ganondorf's consciousness was the cold stone floor. Its hardness grounded him and helped his head to stop spinning. He opened his eyes to see the small boy's hand curled down upon the floor in front of him. Dimly he registered that he was still in his spirit's form, but now back in the mortal world. Injured as he was, he knew that sheer force of will could keep his spirit alive. Painfully he raised his head from the floor, and looked around. A still form upon the ground caught his eye and his focus shifted to see the battered, broken body in front of him. He leaped to his feet, life returning to his soul

 "Your Highness, I think it would be best if I stood guard by your room tonight," Sir Malcom said as he escorted Zelda up to the sleeping quarters. "I won't argue," Zelda said wearily. "I am exhausted, and I am unable to think much further ahead." "I suppose we can't say for sure that Prince Salin is behind the assassination attempt," Sir Malcom said, more to himself than to her. "A master of dark magic would not want to keep to one country anyway, for fear of being driven out. I must say, though, I think that this probably allows us to cross the Gerudo King off the list of suspects…" "I told you it could not be him. Anything he wo

She has been gone for a long time. I say "she", though I have never seen her. Her presence seems female, and that's all that I can tell. I have sometimes wondered what form she takes, after being introduced to others' muses. Many of them reveal themselves in great detail, with color, shape, and personality all clearly defined. All I can tell from mine is that I cannot bend her will to suit my own. When I was buried in adolescent angst, she controlled me. Covered me like a blanket, shielding me from the outside world, and I let my mind run wild. A domineering muse, she demanded a sacrifice in return for her services. I first offered up simple