Prologue
It had been 9 grueling months since their leader had perished from old age. Since, of course, only one male child is born every 100 years in the Gerudo tribe.
The Gerudo people, strong and brave, were mostly consisted of female bandits, strong, beautiful, yet feared by many, they only leave their precious desert homestead to hijack and pirate lost and unsuspecting travelers in the outside world.
The hot desert wind blew, carrying the wails of a newborn child. From an old tent did the wails come from, growing softer as the nurses and maids cleansed and cooed to the baby boy. To their dismay, the mother, patriarch of the tribe, had passed on in the birthing process, and the father died months ago after seeing 100 years go by.
The child, so small and so innocent, now lay asleep in a wooden cradle full of hay. His hair, as red and wild as the sun setting over the hot desert mountains. His skin, a dark tan to match the sands they walked on. His tiny stature worried many of the midwives, coming to the conclusion that his life would be short.
They would have to wait another 100 years to have another male.
But a light from his small right hand, taking the form of the holy triangle, soon pushed such thoughts out of their minds. Three golden triangles formed together to make one: the Triforce. Of the three triangles, one glowed brighter than the others; the Triforce of Power had been bestowed onto the infant. This sign made the Amazons believe that their new prince- no- their new King- would lead them to power and glory. They named the infant…
Ganondorf Dragmire.