He is Born
Sunset. A rider's journey leads him through the desert. A pillar of sand blossoms from his steed's hooves.
From a distance a lone poe watches in curiosity, soon losing interest and fading away.
Soon the rider reaches the end of the desert, his guise of sand extinguished.
He is Ganondorf, King of the Gerudos.
As he continues, two columns appear ahead. Upon reaching them, he raises his left hand to the gatekeeper. She quickly allows him entry.
He continues into the fort, greeting each of his people on the way in. He finally dismounts in front of a doorway. As he gives the reigns to a nearby guard, he turns, seeing storm clouds forming over the desert.
Paying them no heed, he enters. Screams echo in the entrance.
"Soon?"
"Yes sir. Very soon," a guard replies.
He leans around the corner, looking into the room. A woman lies on the bed in labor, surrounded by others. She lies there with only a blanket over her torso.
He blushes, seeing her legs spread open toward the doorway. He quickly pulls his head back into the hall.
"Anything wrong, sir?"
No! I mean, um.no," as he regains his composure.
Moments later, the crying of a child rings through the fortress hallways.
Ganondorf rushed in to see his new daughter. A nurse was wrapping the child in a blanket as he came. He asked to hold her. But, his eyes held no joy or happiness as he embraces the child.
"What is this?!?" he gasped.
"What is it?" the mother asked, leaning over to him.
"A SON!"
Silence choked the room for some time.
Ganondorf's eyes slowly closed. His face shifted from shock to anger. A haze of purple energy rose from the ground, slowly causing the entire complex to shudder violently. He cried out, releasing a surge of power into the room. Several guards were thrown against the wall due to the blast.
"How can this be? It's not possible!"
"B.but sir, how?" one recovering woman asked.
"I don't know!" he growled back.
He stomped over to the mother, who was now trembling with fear.
"This.this is your doing, witch!" he shouted, throwing the child into the mother's arms. ".And you shall bear the consequences." He stated calmly. He turned and walked out of the room, but stopped in the hallway, long enough to give his command.
"Kill them."
"No!" cried the mother, holding her child close to her side. "You can't!"
It was too late. Before the mother could flee, the various women in the room had surrounded the bed, each one grabbing a limb. She lay sprawled out on the bed, struggling with all her might. But alas, to no avail. One guard drew a dagger and held it to the defenseless woman's throat.
"Forgive me, sister," the guard said with tear-filled eyes. And, in one fluid motion.slashed her neck, spraying blood across the bed and the infant son by her side. The guards released the mother as she gasped for air, screaming, choking and crying all at once.but before she died, she managed to hold her son one last time.
The guard lifted the corpse's arm, revealing the wailing infant. She raised the blade to strike.
But before the blow was struck, a tiny sphere rolled into the room and exploded with a blinding light and a dark screen of smoke. In the confusion, a figure dashed into the room. The guards attempted to defend themselves, but before the smoke cleared, the last guard fell unconscious.
Nabooru stood alone in the room. Her fellow sisters lay on all sides of her, and a bloody heap was upon the bed. She took pity on the child, unable to see another Gerudo die. She picked up the boy, wrapping him in a blanket. Upon her escape, a guard recovered and immediately went to Ganondorf. When he heard what happened, he clenched his fist in anger and slapped the woman down, immediately riding off.
All the while Nabooru watches from the cliffside above the fortress, with the Gerudo prince in her arms.
Sunset. A rider's journey leads him through the desert. A pillar of sand blossoms from his steed's hooves.
From a distance a lone poe watches in curiosity, soon losing interest and fading away.
Soon the rider reaches the end of the desert, his guise of sand extinguished.
He is Ganondorf, King of the Gerudos.
As he continues, two columns appear ahead. Upon reaching them, he raises his left hand to the gatekeeper. She quickly allows him entry.
He continues into the fort, greeting each of his people on the way in. He finally dismounts in front of a doorway. As he gives the reigns to a nearby guard, he turns, seeing storm clouds forming over the desert.
Paying them no heed, he enters. Screams echo in the entrance.
"Soon?"
"Yes sir. Very soon," a guard replies.
He leans around the corner, looking into the room. A woman lies on the bed in labor, surrounded by others. She lies there with only a blanket over her torso.
He blushes, seeing her legs spread open toward the doorway. He quickly pulls his head back into the hall.
"Anything wrong, sir?"
No! I mean, um.no," as he regains his composure.
Moments later, the crying of a child rings through the fortress hallways.
Ganondorf rushed in to see his new daughter. A nurse was wrapping the child in a blanket as he came. He asked to hold her. But, his eyes held no joy or happiness as he embraces the child.
"What is this?!?" he gasped.
"What is it?" the mother asked, leaning over to him.
"A SON!"
Silence choked the room for some time.
Ganondorf's eyes slowly closed. His face shifted from shock to anger. A haze of purple energy rose from the ground, slowly causing the entire complex to shudder violently. He cried out, releasing a surge of power into the room. Several guards were thrown against the wall due to the blast.
"How can this be? It's not possible!"
"B.but sir, how?" one recovering woman asked.
"I don't know!" he growled back.
He stomped over to the mother, who was now trembling with fear.
"This.this is your doing, witch!" he shouted, throwing the child into the mother's arms. ".And you shall bear the consequences." He stated calmly. He turned and walked out of the room, but stopped in the hallway, long enough to give his command.
"Kill them."
"No!" cried the mother, holding her child close to her side. "You can't!"
It was too late. Before the mother could flee, the various women in the room had surrounded the bed, each one grabbing a limb. She lay sprawled out on the bed, struggling with all her might. But alas, to no avail. One guard drew a dagger and held it to the defenseless woman's throat.
"Forgive me, sister," the guard said with tear-filled eyes. And, in one fluid motion.slashed her neck, spraying blood across the bed and the infant son by her side. The guards released the mother as she gasped for air, screaming, choking and crying all at once.but before she died, she managed to hold her son one last time.
The guard lifted the corpse's arm, revealing the wailing infant. She raised the blade to strike.
But before the blow was struck, a tiny sphere rolled into the room and exploded with a blinding light and a dark screen of smoke. In the confusion, a figure dashed into the room. The guards attempted to defend themselves, but before the smoke cleared, the last guard fell unconscious.
Nabooru stood alone in the room. Her fellow sisters lay on all sides of her, and a bloody heap was upon the bed. She took pity on the child, unable to see another Gerudo die. She picked up the boy, wrapping him in a blanket. Upon her escape, a guard recovered and immediately went to Ganondorf. When he heard what happened, he clenched his fist in anger and slapped the woman down, immediately riding off.
All the while Nabooru watches from the cliffside above the fortress, with the Gerudo prince in her arms.
