Fairspell Meadow I told the witchdoctor

He knew that he had returned the moment he saw the dark blob of Blackfeather Woods on the horizon, floating, a stagnant island in the midst of the Flatlands. A wave of something fell over him as the wind swept over him, carrying a pouperrie of smells. Some brought back memories.

He wondered what had happened to the Woods since he had abandoned it. Was Vaati still there? Koume and Kotake? What about his younger siblings, Ramsay, Maegi, and Euron? Most of all, he wondered about his mother. His poor, poor mother. The last he had seen of her she was a drug addled mess, half coherent as she dragged herself through the Woods, forced to live by the will of her children. He would not be surprised if she had died. It wasn’t like she had much to live for, anyway.

Ganondorf could feel tension in his limbs as he walked towards the forest. The tension traveled to his stomach, then his chest. The witch gritted his teeth, pushing through the apprehension that had crept into his body unbidden. He chose to return. He wanted to. How dare his body freeze up at such a moment! He was not afraid. He was not worried. He was not. He would return and confront whatever reality lay in the Woods, no matter how dark and twisted it might be.