-Demon Ganondorf Dragmire-

Roaring, Ganon swerved around the dragon for another pass to claw at it, only to receive its tail in his face. The demon was thrown aside and fell a fair distance. He had to take a moment to recover and take to the air again. He growled as he looked up. Both opponents refused to relent, but it was no matter. Ganon knew he was all powerful! He knew no creation of the Triple Goddesses nor of the Twilight Pantheon could best him!

He quickly lifted himself higher to better chase after his foes, but a crackling sound reached him first. Ganon stopped to look down, and he immediately had to swerve away. A great beam of light nearly struck him as it shot into the sky. The light cut through the clouds and disappeared just as fast as it rose. Growling, Ganon searched downwards for the source of the attack. How dare they strike at him! He mentally screamed. He'll kill them!

His attention and anger shifted, the demon fell from the clouds and over the city. He stopped and perched himself atop a destroying building. He sniffed the air. Blood. He smelled a great deal of blood and sweat in the air, but he could tell there was something else. Something that spoke to him. He kept sniffing until it came to him.

He smelled Wisdom.

Ganon's triangle stirred, and he growled deeply. He recognized one other smell: Courage. Ganon howled in fury. He hated it! He hated Courage and Wisdom! He was cast out of this realm once by them, and he'd happily damn himself again if he took them with him! A trail of blood led in a particular direction, and he sensed Courage and Wisdom were also that way.

The demon leaped into the air, extended his wings, and flew to another roof. The blood continued on, as did the familiar scent of his kin. Again, he flew a short distance. It wasn't until the third time he came across the end of the trail. He saw a couple Twilight dead in the street and a man walking below. He crawled along a roof, sniffing. The blood was close. He smashed the roof and fell into the space below. It was a small space, but his prey was close. A stifled squeal drew his attention. He turned sharply toward the sound, his nose and eyes flaring and expelling smoke.

Slowly, the demon crawled forward. His claws touched the sticky blood on the floor, and he licked at it as he crawled. The blood trail led to a crevice under the stairs where a couple sat, crammed and hiding. Both were heavily wounded, but the male was much more so. The male was unconscious, but the female was awake. She pointed a blade at his face. It wavered greatly. She openly bled and was in clear fear of him. He liked that.

Ganon snarled and crawled closer. He smelled her fear, her hesitation. He loved it. Yet she was also familiar. The scent of Wisdom and Courage came from them, but it was odd. Despite being so close, it smelled faint. The female whispered something, but it mattered little to him. He crawled right up to her. The blade fell from her hand, and she leaned back as far as she could while still holding the male. She seemed to have dragged him from somewhere.

Following the scent, Ganon looked at their hands. It was faint, too faint. He sniffed further and realized they had nothing. He growled. He could have sworn they had the pieces.

The front door opened, and a man in armor- or rather, a skeleton in armor- entered. It stopped as soon as it saw the demon.

"Oh. You," The skeleton man said.

"You're looking for it... aren't you?" The girl whispered to Ganon. Her fear went away after she saw the man. If anything, she turned defiant. "You're looking for my Mark?" He did not answer. He didn't plan to. Despite this, the girl pointed at the intruder. "He has it."

The demon looked closer at the intruder, and his eyes narrowed on its hand. He realized this man was both Courage and Wisdom! He had both! This was the scent! But it wasn't just Courage and Wisdom he smelled. Ganon sniffed deeper until it came to him. It was him! The one who damned him! He snarled at his fiercest yet and rose to his feet. His final prey had been chosen. Never had he hated any man as much as him. Never had he wanted to kill so much.

"Get him," The girl commanded.

"Really?!" The Rebellious Hero stepped back. The demon, the manifestation of Power, stepped forward, ready to pounce. His fire and shadow grew around him as he prepared to kill. The Rebel stepped back out the door, and the demon roared before charging at him. The walls of wood and stone crumbled as he broke through to tackle the man. Or at least he thought he did. The Rebel was no longer immediately outside the building. Confused, the demon looked around and saw his prey nearby.

"I banished you before, and I can do it again!" The Rebel snarled.

A broadsword flashed into his hands. Ganon snickered as best he could. He thought the pocket knife was cute. Fire and shadow exploded from his hands and solidified as jagged blades as long as spears.

He charged and swept his massive blades at the Rebel. The Rebel disappeared, reappeared over his head, and struck him in the back of the neck. The Rebel might have smirked if he had lips. The demon was as bullish as he was before.

The demon growled and spun to face him. The Rebel lost his inner smirk, realizing he hadn't actually wounded him. Without the cornerstone of his weapons, his main treasure, the Rebel couldn't deliver any deep wounds. Sadly, that sword had long since rejected him.

Ganon swiped downwards with a speed belying his size, bringing his swords crashing down on the Rebel. The Rebel's borrowed power lit up, time slowed, and he leaped backwards. But even with his new power, the blades narrowly missed his face before shaking the earth in an explosion of rocks and fire.

The Rebel only managed to take a single step back before Ganon charged upon him with all the power of a bull from Hell. The Rebel disappeared barely in time, and the demon crashed through the solid stone wall of the Mitagi's inner high walls.

The Rebel stood, or rather hid, atop the wall the demon had just crashed through. He peered down at him. Deep down, he started to worry. He had only just reclaimed his power. Remastering something so complex again would take years, and that didn't include mastering the power he had stripped from the girl. To make matters worse, he only had a limited number of weapons that could wound a monster made of fire and shadow. He could see there was hardened flesh deep inside Ganon, but getting through the elemental armor to it would be an ordeal of itself.

If he had the spear of Nayru, he could do it, but he didn't know where that was, and if Evil's Bane did not reject him, he could. For that matter, he had many treasures from his past he couldn't locate since the fall, trapped as he was.

This would be difficult.

The Rebel ignited his gift to grab Ganon with chains, but the moment his hand glowed, the demon's attention snapped up to his hiding place.

"Ah, shit."

Ganon leaped onto the wall and clambered up as chains launched around him. A moment later, he jumped past the wall's top and spewed fire before landing. The Rebel rolled right off the edge of the wall, grabbed a chain attached to the top, and swung himself onto a lower building's roof. He had to disappear as soon as he landed, though, because Ganon crashed through said roof into the lower floor. He snarled angrily, annoyed at the chase, and ran after the Rebel who fled down the street.

Left with few options, the Rebel used his Gift to make various spears appear in his hand. He threw them back as they continuously appeared. Some missed, but a number impaled themselves into the demon's hide as it charged ahead. Each spear melted on contact, doing little damage. Ganon brought his blades upon where the Rebel ran, and the Rebel again avoided his blow by activating his Gift. This time, chains shot out of the ground to not grab, but pierce his foe like a number of spears would. The demon flinched in pain and roared, momentarily pinned back.

Now with chains piercing Ganon, the Rebel could easily wind them around him. It was slow going. Ganon fought against the chains and broke them constantly. The Rebel had to create countless thick chains, call blades to strike the beast with, and steadily avoid the demon's swift, sweeping counters.

It was a struggle, but at last, the Rebel was able to tie his target down enough to hold it still for a few seconds. It was by no means permanent, even with tens of chains piercing and wrapping around every limb. Ganon was really pushing the limits of what his chains could handle with strength alone. The fire and shadow burning away at them didn't help either.

The Rebel exhaled. He only had one shot at this. He couldn't fight Power as long as Ganon had the Mark of Power. If he was to win this, he had to fix that.

The Rebel pointed his palm at the demon and willed for a light arrow to fly from his hand. At first, nothing happened. The seconds ticked by, and the demon became closer and closer to being free. The Rebel might have started to sweat if he was capable. He had never used Wisdom before. He had seen the princess use arrows of light, at least. It was not the same power as Wisdom used in his day.

It took far more strain and effort than he would have liked. There were moments where the Rebel had to force himself to calm down and try again while the raging demon a few feet away tried to reach him. Chain after chain broke, but a light arrow eventually shot from his hand and exploded in the demon's face.

Ganon was thrown backwards and fell limp. Light resembling electricity rippled through his body. Growling sounds told the Rebel that he was still alive, but he was definitely weakened.

Without a moment to lose, the Rebel disappeared and reappeared where Ganon's hand was marked by Din. He grabbed him by the flaming hand and ignored the pain as he pulled on the creature's very soul, using the power of his Marks to rip the other away.

The Mark of Power flickered wildly, and the marks on the Rebel also flickered. The air swirled around them. The sky darkened, and lightning crashed wildly. The moon turned solid black, and stars faded as the darkness of space turned grey. The marks on their hands lit up fully and brightly. Then, in a snap, the mark on Ganon's hand fell faint, and all three triangles glowed on the Rebel.

The Rebel felt something on his face. He released Ganon, who appeared to have passed out, and looked up curiously. In the reflective surface of a window, he saw his skeletal visage giving way to flesh, and his red orbs becoming eyes. It was a slow process, but it was beautiful.

"I... I did it," The Rebel sighed in relief. "I-"

Ganon's eyes snapped open, and he lunged for the Rebel's hand, holding it firmly in a fiery grip.

"What?! No! Let go!" The Rebel demanded.

He pulled against Ganon, but the demon would not let go. He then held the Rebel with both hands. The Rebel felt something tear from him, and he saw the three triangles on his hand flickering wildly. He tried to resist, but the demon's grip was tight. Suddenly, the blackness of the moon fell like water, and it became reflective again. The greyness of space faded, and stars reappeared. In a flash, the Rebel disappeared from Ganon's grasp and reappeared elsewhere. He fell to his knees, holding his burned hand tightly.

He slowly turned his hand over and gasped. The demon had torn two marks from him. All the Rebel still held was Power and his hollowed mark.

"No!" The Rebel whimpered. He put a hand to his face and felt bone again. "NO!"

He raged. The mark of Power lit up, and rage unlike anything he ever felt in his life filled him. Damn them! The Rebel lamented. Damn them all! How much would he sacrifice to appease them?! How long would he be judged for standing up?! The world never apologized for ripping away his life and beating him down, so why in the realms should he apologize for fighting back!

Movement in the distance drew his attention, and he looked to see an immense exodus had formed outside the city. The Mitagi... at once both his children, and his jailors, were leaving the city and were preparing to siege their own home to take it back.

High in the sky, the Twilight dragon still fought with the Fae. Before it was just against Elder, but now several other Fae had joined in, flying as wooden constructs.

The Rebel would show them what it was like to lose their home. He'd show them all.

The Rebel disappeared and reappeared atop the Twilight dragon in the sky. His sudden presence went unnoticed, so he grabbed the chains roped around it, formed new ones wreathed in flame, and took hold. To bring insult to injury, the Rebel formed a mighty sword of fire and pierced the chains where they joined into the beast's skull.

"You are mine," The Rebel hissed.

He took hold of the blade and pushed. The dragon roared in agony. Its hide erratically emitted fire and shadow, but it no longer did anything. They descended towards the city, both wreathed in flames