drabble: "to the end"
Title: To the End
Rating: K
Genre: General
Word Count: 241
Pairings: None
Summary: The tides are the same as they have always been, from the dawn of his fall to the inevitable end.
Notes: Also known as "lol i r inspired by fanart". No, I'm not dead. ...Okay, I was dead. I have the absolute worst muse ever. Also, Ganon POV.
Warnings: Spoilers for Wind Waker and Ocarina of Time.
The tides are the same as they have always been. Shifting, but never gentle — furious, but always forgiving to the very few that flow with its waters. Ganon sees the ebb and flow of the tides — how it extinguishes old fires so that brighter ones may burn in their place. And he looks down upon the stirring waters beneath his high-up perch, and feels an impending sense of dread and giddiness and something of a thrill.
Ganon is determined to let the wind and the flow carry him to the highest point.
There is no other way Hyrule can be restored. Because the tides are the same as they have always been, and all water must return eventually — waves must crash against the rocks and the shore.
And as those waves crash down upon the rocks and stones that make up the drowned Hyrule — Ganon looks to the princess and the hero, shining beneath the light of the victorious sun. And beneath the taste of steely defeat and salt, he can hear birds chirping and see bright green hedges and see two children — bright-eyed and grim-faced — staring at him from a garden window.
Ganon looks to the sea-sky and sees the deluge that will swallow him and all of precious Hyrule, sweeping away the castles and his home-desert and the memories of those bright-eyed, grim-faced children.
And he bitterly thinks, yes, the tides are the same as they have always been.
Author's Note: I read too much into nonexistent symbolism behind game text. I wrote this kind of quickly, and I feel I could have done more with it (i.e. SS references or this leaves metaphor I had set up), but I also feel that it's okay the way it is. It's been so long since I've written, so I'm all rusty.
Anyway, thanks for reading.
Rating: K
Genre: General
Word Count: 241
Pairings: None
Summary: The tides are the same as they have always been, from the dawn of his fall to the inevitable end.
Notes: Also known as "lol i r inspired by fanart". No, I'm not dead. ...Okay, I was dead. I have the absolute worst muse ever. Also, Ganon POV.
Warnings: Spoilers for Wind Waker and Ocarina of Time.
The tides are the same as they have always been. Shifting, but never gentle — furious, but always forgiving to the very few that flow with its waters. Ganon sees the ebb and flow of the tides — how it extinguishes old fires so that brighter ones may burn in their place. And he looks down upon the stirring waters beneath his high-up perch, and feels an impending sense of dread and giddiness and something of a thrill.
Ganon is determined to let the wind and the flow carry him to the highest point.
There is no other way Hyrule can be restored. Because the tides are the same as they have always been, and all water must return eventually — waves must crash against the rocks and the shore.
And as those waves crash down upon the rocks and stones that make up the drowned Hyrule — Ganon looks to the princess and the hero, shining beneath the light of the victorious sun. And beneath the taste of steely defeat and salt, he can hear birds chirping and see bright green hedges and see two children — bright-eyed and grim-faced — staring at him from a garden window.
Ganon looks to the sea-sky and sees the deluge that will swallow him and all of precious Hyrule, sweeping away the castles and his home-desert and the memories of those bright-eyed, grim-faced children.
And he bitterly thinks, yes, the tides are the same as they have always been.
Author's Note: I read too much into nonexistent symbolism behind game text. I wrote this kind of quickly, and I feel I could have done more with it (i.e. SS references or this leaves metaphor I had set up), but I also feel that it's okay the way it is. It's been so long since I've written, so I'm all rusty.
Anyway, thanks for reading.