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Creative Writing: Kindred

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Later that night, Casus waits for Zelda outside of his apartment. The minutes tick away into hours until at last he ventures into the armory courtyard alone. There he finds Zelda and Ganondorf both, in the middle of the yard, swords shrieking together under the high half moon. Ganondorf is fast for a man his size but Zelda is good and even better at holding her own against him. He is shouting, barking orders at her as if she were a common foot soldier. But Zelda follows his orders as quickly as they are given and when they meet, it is as natural as the moon drawing out the tide. When she sees Casus sitting on the steps, watching her enthralled, she smiles. Her concentration shifts for only a moment, but it is a moment too long. Ganondorf …show more content…

They are difficult to see in the dark, save for the sparks their swords create when they meet. With his back to Casus, he asks her when he strikes and she parries. “I assume this means I will not see you tonight.” They turn again, this time Zelda striking when she sees a hole in Ganondorf's defense, “No, I will be there.” She did not want Casus to feel neglected, but she would not allow him to infringe on every aspect of her life. Until they were united in marriage, it was still very much her own to live. “I will escort him back to his apartment,” she whispers, when the lesson is done and they prepare to part company. “Expect me within the hour.” Ganondorf waits and Zelda is as prompt as always. He smiles at her and steps out of the way to let her in. Accustomed to his space, Zelda navigates the apartment easily and takes her usual seat by the fire. The tea is always hot and ready for her. She sips gratefully. “What a long day.” “I heard about your spar earlier today. With the boy.” “Oh,” she says and sets the cup aside, “He insisted.” “Leave him to me if he insists …show more content…

It’s really not as bad as it looks. Just a little sore.” “And you fenced with an injury like that?” “I am not made of glass, Ganondorf. I think I faired quite well.” “Until that boy showed up. Then you made amateur mistakes.” He watches her bristle at his words over the lip of his cup. Ganondorf has learned a great deal about the Princess over the few months they’d spent together. She is brash, but young so that is not so surprising. Her eagerness to learn is not so surprising either, as she is Nayru’s vessel of wisdom. He has seen her piece glow bright in her hand like a sun in miniature. And she does not take slights lightly. Perhaps things would have ended differently for him if-- He turns at the sound of scraping, the quiet shrill of metal as a sword is pulled from its scabbard. “I was not in poor form tonight,” she says, “And I will prove it.” Ganondorf can’t help but laugh, still he sets his cup aside and clears a space for them in the middle of his apartment. Then he draws his sword and takes center stage with her. “What was the score?” “We are tied. Two strikes each.” “So be it. Defend yourself, Princess.” He lunges, his sword arcing low, the blow aiming for her

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