Footsteps thunked into the dungeon. "Why are you here?" asked a raspy voice in the darkness. "You are to be taken before Lord Ganondorf." said the blank voice of an Ironfist. "WHAT!? That is almost certain death!!!" "Heh heh heh." rumbled a deep yet somehow raspy voice in the darkness. "Correct." This was the mad prisoner speaking. He had been under threat of death and that alone had driven him insane over the years. Slowly the raspy voice plodded up the stairs at bowpoint. The light revealed sandy hair that was thin and stretched over his eyes. His eyes were dark and piercing, but saddened at the same time. He had spent two years in the dungeons living off of cabbage broth. He hated with all of his mind. "Ah." said a tall man with flaming red hair and greenish skin. "there you are. Well, Milan, I hope you survive the next thirty minutes." "I didn't do anything wrong!" said the man, Milan. "Ah but you attempted a rebellion against my kingdom." That is because you are a piece of mouldy scum ruining Hyrule!!!" Ganondorf's left eye twitched. It always twitched when he was angry. "Tell me where the secret hideout of your band of fools is!" "Never. And it is called the Band of Fallen Heroes." "Heroes. BAH!" grunted Ganon. Then he turned and started pacing. "Well I should really..." and then with the speed of a Hylian Wolf, he spun and pounded a glowing fist into his gut. Milan instantly puked. He collapsed and could not get up. "Take him to the executioner." (BOTTOM)
The ironfist grabbed his shirt and dragged him into the dungeon. The dull thunk of an executioner blade was heard in the dungeons. TYSM FOR READING!!! TBC!
