The Abyssal Plain

A strong wind blew the sand of the Gerudo Desert into the faces of six travelers. This group was one of the oddest ever seen in the land of Hyrule. Their progress was slowed by the wind blowing against them, and by the heat that assaulted their bodies. The wind was so strong that one of the members of the troupe had to hold on to someone else, unless he was blown away.

“How long until we get to where we're headed, Ganondorf?” the boy that was on the verge of being blown away asked. The boy was dressed in a green tunic, white tights,leather boots, and had a brown belt around his waist. His blond hair was being blown straight back by the wind, and he had to hold on to the green hat he was wearing to keep it from being blown away. He was around five feet tall, and looked not a day over seventeen. He squinted his green eyes so he didn't get sand in them. “I want to get out of this cursed desert as soon as bloody possible,” he shouted so his voice could be heard over the wind.

“Shut up, Green! It's hard enough trying to find our destination without your complaining!” the tallest member of the troupe shouted back at the boy. The man's red hair almost completely covered the left side of his face and was tied back with a black string. He had a small beard that was being swept beneath his chin by the wind. His clothes were a simple black coat with gold trim, a red shirt, black pants, and sturdy leather boots. His skin was a deep tan, a characteristic of the Gerudo race, but he stood almost nine feet tall a characteristic that his Hylian father had most surely given him. Looking straight ahead with his golden eyes he shouted back to Green, “But if I'm correct about our current location we should be getting close.”

“Oh thank the Goddesses!” Green exclaimed.

“You're welcome Green,” said the women that he was using as a wind brake. She had midnight black hair that covered her right eye and when the wind wasn't moving it, her hair reached her waist. She wore a black chest wrapping that exposed one-fourth of her bust, loose black pants, and black slippers. She had black tattoos that were comprised of a curved line and a straight line underneath the curved line. These tattoos were directly under her blood red eyes. She towered above Green by at least four feet. Looking down at him she smiled revealing glistening white fangs.

Green ran behind another member of the troupe and glared at her. Silently cursing he looked directly into her blood red eyes and said, “Zenia-Sama, if you weren't the Goddess of Light I'd kill you, you understand? Now stay away from me you vamp!”

Zenia followed him with her eyes as she whispered to herself, “Children are blessed with the gift of ignorance it would seem.” She then began to laugh at her own words. Her laugh sounded like the cheers of men after winning a battle, the clink of mugs of ale at a tavern, and it also had a quality that could only be described as the sound light would make if it could make a sound. One of the members of the troupe moved towards Zenia and stood next to her until she had finished laughing.

“What's so funny, Zen Onee-Chan?” the woman that had come next her asked. The woman stood almost as tall as Zenia and had short unruly red hair. She was dressed similarly to Zen, but instead of black her garments were blue. Her eyes were gold and her skin was tan, just like her brother's. Looking up at Zen she repeated her question, “Whats so funny, Onee-Chan?”

“Oh, it's nothing Yari. Just a small thing that I realized about children,” she replied smiling.

“Everybody is a child compared to you! Your older than Hyrule itself! How would I know what age group you refer to when you're so old?” Yari asked her, smiling as if she knew how Zen was going to answer.

Zen's laughter pealed through the sky as she heard this, causing the other members of the troupe to stare at her. “Excellent point, Yari! What do I mean when I say child? Well for this thing I realized the age would have to be around Green's age,” she told Yari.

“And what did you realize, Onee-Chan?” Yari asked her, now thoroughly amused.

“That children Green's age are blessed with the gift of ignorance!” she said, causing both of them to break out into a huge fit of laughter. Once again the members of the troupe turned around and stared at the two of them. Ganondorf raised an eyebrow and then quickly turned away muttering something along the lines of, “We aren't related. I don't know them. Never met them in my entire life.” Green just looked at them with his mouth slightly open, one of his eyebrows raised, and his head tilted at an angle. This caused another bout of laughter to arise from the girls. At this one of the members of the troupe walked over to where the two of them had fallen to the ground.

“What's with you two?” he asked looking down at them while shaking his head. The boy had purple hair that was being blown in every direction by the wind and had ruby red eyes. He wore a black tunic, black hat, white tights, leather boots, and a brown belt around his waist. His skin was a light silver in coloration. The black hat he was wearing ended in a swirl that was continuously changing shape. He was around five feet tall, and, just like Green, didn't look a day over seventeen.

While he stood there next to them Green was talking to the woman he was currently standing next to. “Mohan-San, are you a demon?” he asked pointing at the huge black wings sprouting from her shoulders.

“No, I'm only half demon,” Mohan said. Mohan had light brown hair that was parted in the middle and hardly went past her shoulders. She wore a gray dress that went down at an angle from her left knee to her right ankle; her dress also exposed one-third of her bust and had no sleeves. She had several earrings on her pointed ears. Her pointed ears weren't an oddity in this troupe though, since all of the members except for Ganondorf and Yari had pointed ears. She had a black band tattooed on both arms just in between her elbow and wrist. She also wore gray boots that came almost up to her knees.

“Oh, I always thought you were a full demon,” Green said. He turned away his face, which had a deep pink color racing over it. “I'm sorry...” he said looking away from her.

Mohan tilted her head, and lifted an eyebrow. “Why are you sorry?” she asked Green, taking his chin in her fingers and turning his face to look up into her eyes.

“I called you a full demon, that's why I'm sorry,” He told her, forcing himself to look away from her beautiful brown eyes. Mohan removed her fingers from Greens chin, and then stared off into space. She then began to laugh uncontrollably. Green looked up at her questioningly. As Mohan saw his face she stopped laughing and the tips of her ears blushed.

“What was that all about?” Green asked as he stared at her with an eyebrow raised.

“I'm sorry,” Mohan began her face beginning to blush, “It's just that most people that think I'm a full demon don't apologize when I tell them I'm only half demon. Actually, most people that think I'm a full demon try to kill me! So it was a bit of a surprise when you said you were sorry.” After saying this Mohan began to laugh again. Green didn't say anything further, instead he decided to see how Shadow was doing trying to calm Zen and Yari down.

“what's with you two?” Shadow asked Zen and Yari again. For several minutes the only answers he got were gasps, more laughter, and heavy breathing. Shadow shook his head muttering under his breath, “I feel sorry for Ganondorf-Saki. He has to put up with these two's antics every day.” Finally after several long minutes of trying to catch their breath the girls calmed down to a more reasonable level of sanity. As soon as Zen and Yari had gotten up Ganondorf lifted himself from where he had been sitting on the sand.

“Come on guys, if we don't hurry-,” Ganondorf began before he was interrupted.

“You'll be late?” a red winged demon woman finished his sentence. Her skin was a pale gray, and her eyes and hair were a light red color. She wore a black leather chest wrapping, black leather pants that had gashes below the thigh, and black slippers. Her ears were as long as from her elbow to her wrist, and had many earrings on each ear. Two glistening fangs protruded from her top jaw and over her lips. She smiled widely showing smaller fangs on her bottom jaw.

“Rio-Chan!” Mohan shouted as she ran towards the red winged demon. Rio opened her arms wide and embraced Mohan.

“Onee-Chan, what are you doing here? Who sent you?” Mohan asked Rio enthusiastically.

“Telphinia-San sent me with a message for you. The message is; if you don't hurry up she'll leave without hearing the pact between Hylians and Demons you are offering,” she told them and then with a small grin added, “And she said I was to guide you to the meeting place.”

“Guildonolf-Sama said that?” Mohan asked her sister with a look of shock, “She must be mad.” Ganondorf glared at Rio almost as if he was hoping she would disappear at any moment. When he noticed her looking at him with a questioning gaze he turned his head away. Smiling she went to the head of the troupe.

“Follow me, I'll get you to the Stag Hound Tavern before dusk arrives!” Rio said as she began to walk with the wind blowing against her left shoulder. The rest of the troupe followed her lead and began to walk behind her. Ganondorf hung back until he was next to Zenia and then continued to walk, talking to her all the while.

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As they reached the Stag Hound Tavern a small meowing sound came from near the door. There standing in front of the door was a purple cat, it's eyes boring into Zenia's eyes. Zenia glared down at the cat, baring her fangs.

“Rin we me meet once again it would seem,” Zenia said with a hiss.