Okay. I know that I already have a fic with this name, but I decided to do it more in depth.

For those who haven't seen the previous version, I hope you enjoy this one.

Chapter 1: Birth of a Hylian?

Ganondorf stood over his cauldron in the throne room of the Gerudo Fortress. He laughed to himself as he fingered through the pages. "Yes. Yes. This looks about right. I have the water, the carbon, the nitrogen. Yes. Yes. The water should be boiling soon."

"What is this, evil sorcery or a chemistry class?"

Ganondorf turned around. "Please, Nabooru, could you limit the sarcasm. It makes it hard to work."

Nabooru smirked and held her hands up defensively. "Hey, I'm not the one wearing the apron."

Ganondorf growled.

"Fine. I get it. You wiped out the entire Sheikah clan just to get that book. You self taught yourself to read their language. You get to make your little weapon."

Ganondorf walked up to Nabooru, accentuating his greater height as much as possible. "Yes, that's right." He held his hand out. "Do you have my ingredient?"

Nabooru shook her head. She unlatched a small vial from her belt. "Yeah, I got your blood right here. Zulu offered as soon as she heard." She tossed the vial at the Gerudo king.

Ganondorf caught the vial and examined it. "Yes. I'm a little worried about her. I think she might be a little too willing to follow instructions. Makes me wonder if she's up to something."

Nabooru sighed in exasperation and shook her head. "She gave the blood. She doesn't deserve your suspicion."

Ganondorf walked over to the cauldron. "Maybe." He uncorked the vial and gently held it over the cauldron. "Now to be exact to the recipe." He tilted the vial ever so slightly. "One... Two... Three." He quickly tilted the vial straight up and withdrew it. "And now, for the final ingredient." He reached into his vest and pulled out a single blond hair.

Nabooru looked up from filing her nails. "So let me get this straight. You went into the Temple of Time. You found this "Hero of Time." You even pulled a hair out of the kid's head, and it didn't occur to you to just kill him on the spot?"

Ganondorf sneered. "Well, pardon me, but you need the entire Triforce to be able to do anything in that cursed sacred zone. Is it my fault that it decided to shatter as soon as I tapped it?"

Nabooru stared at Ganondorf.

The Gerudo king scowled. "It doesn't matter. I couldn't do any harm to him, so I had to settle with taking some of his DNA to create my ultimate weapon."

Nabooru raised an eyebrow. "Right. And what does a bunch of water, powder, blood, and a single hair do to create an ultimate weapon?"

"Shut up, and you will see," barked Ganondorf. He held the hair over the cauldron and let go of it. The little hair fluttered down.

As soon as the hair hit the water, the liquid turned a solid black, almost like petroleum oil.

Ganondorf grinned as he rushed over to the spellbook. "And now, to finish construction." He fingered his way down the page. "Magic brew of blood and silt. Free from innocence. Free from guilt. Design for me from offered hair. A weapon forged from foes' nightmares."

The black syrup gurgled.

Nabooru laughed. "Wow. Yet another stunning failure from the ever powerful King of the Gerudos."

Ganondorf snarled. "Be patient. An empire wasn't built in a day!"

The black ooze started gurgling again. Soon, the liquid shot up into the air. The liquid began morphing into a humanoid shape.

Ganondorf laughed. "Yes. YES! Absolutely wonderful!"

Nabooru just stared up at the mass.

The liquid finished shaping itself and the black figure fell into the cauldron.

Nabooru raised her eyebrow. "That's it?"

Ganondorf looked confused. He ran over to the cauldron. "I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?"

"Gee, I don't know."

Ganondorf sneered at Nabooru. "Enough with your moral humor. I meant with the sp-"

Ganondorf was interrupted by coughing. Up from the cauldron stood a boy who looked to be about ten-years-old, black dust sloughing off his body. His body features were Hylian by frame, but his skin was darkly tanned, and his hair was blood red, like a Gerudo's. He rubbed his eyes and opened them to reveal the Sheikahs' blood red eyes.

Nabooru stared at the boy. "What in the name of the Triforce did you do?"
Ganondorf laughed as he picked the boy up out of the cauldron. He placed the boy on the ground and turned him to Nabooru. "This, my dear second-in-command, is Dark Link."

Nabooru applauded sarcastically. "Wow. You've finally figured out how to give birth without all the excess hassle. That's a marvelous discovery for our tribe."

Ganondorf looked at Nabooru. "What? Oh, heck no. I don't have time to take care of a child. I'm trying to take over a kingdom."

"Then what are you-" Nabooru's eyes grew wide. "Oh no. No no no no no no no. I am not taking care of your little science project."

"Who said I'd let you? I don't trust you as far as I could throw you."

Nabooru crossed her arms. "Then who is going to take care of him?"

Ganondorf pushed the toddling Dark Link in Nabooru's direction. "I don't know. Anyone. Everyone! I had two mothers. I'm sure that letting him be the tribe's child wouldn't hurt anything."

Nabooru looked down at Dark Link before she grabbed his hand. She walked towards the door. "Oh yes. First let's make a super weapon. Then let's have that weapon raised by about thirty women, all of who only know how to raise daughter. Warrior daughters, sure, but still daughters."

Ganondorf shook his head as he turned back to his spellbook. "Now, let's see about constructing a shadow form of myself."

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Okay, that's the creation of Dark Link and the beginning of the story. I hope it sounded logical, as far as magic goes.

I hope you enjoyed, and please review.