My name is Idaara.
I don't have much time left, I know that. This thing inside me… it is killing me from within. I can feel it burning within me, eating away at my flesh, trying to break free.
My child.
The mystic twins, Koume and Kotake, they felt my belly many moons ago, when first I knew I was with child. Their eyes clouded over and they told me I would bear the next King of the Gerudo, the greatest one of all. I was celebrated, honored, showered with praise and prayer. I was happy then, to think that I would bear the one male child allowed to our cursed race every hundred years. There is no greater blessing than this, and I could feel the waters of destiny churning around me, coursing through me.
But my joy did not last, for soon the nature of this child began to reveal itself to me. I was proud and strong once, as my sisters are. When I look at myself now, I hardly recognize the pathetic woman that remains. The sicknesses were frequent, strong, and violent. I shivered under the sun, that constant of Gerudo life. The strength drained out of me until I was forced to remain indoors, resting. My rich, dark skin became cold and pale, and the heat of sun and sand that pulsed from my body faded to nothing. And all the while, the witches told me it was only a test, to ensure I was strong enough, worthy to bring so great a child into the world.
But I know better now. This child is evil. There is only malice, coldness, and greed. It spreads like a poison through my bones, and I know it will consume me. I have not the strength nor the will to take my own life, and even if I did, the sisters "watch over" me relentlessly. I cannot stop his advent. The current of destiny is still strong around me; this must come to pass.
There is nothing left for me, but the release of death. I only pray that the Goddess of Sand will take pity on me, and acquit me of bringing this evil into the world. Great Mother of the Desert… spare your daughter… she did not know the role she would play!
The pain is frequent now. I can barely sleep but for total exhaustion. It comes with flares of white behind my eyes. They bring hallucinations with them, or perhaps they are visions. I can almost see him, my son. I see the ruthless, terrifying man he will become. I no longer know the difference between dream and reality. My mind is slipping away with my body…
Idaara's eyes stared blankly at the rich canopy over her bed, lovingly hung to honor her. They widened with fear and pain as her fingers tightened on the blanket she lay on, then slowly released. Her breathing was heavily labored. Sweat beaded on her face, though her skin was cold to the touch. Suddenly her body convulsed, spasms of pain shooting through to her fingertips. When it subsided, she lay back, her breathing reduced to shallow and uneven gasps, until it stopped altogether.
Koume knelt over the corpse. "Her spirit is gone," she announced. "He is here."
Her sister came up beside her, shaking her head. "Pity. She was beautiful once."
"Blood will have blood, Kotake. Hers will buy us a kingdom."
There was a flash of light, and the two women ceased to be. A single woman stood in their place, tall, beautiful, and terrible. Twinrova formed a blade of ice in one hand and a ball of fire in the other. With two voices she called the two forces together to form a small black dagger. She smiled as the blade pierced through Idaara's taught skin, and laughed as she extracted the child from within.
"By this blood do we baptize you," she said. "By death and by desert, by the fire of its sands by day, and the ice of its winds by night. You will know suffering, and you will bring suffering. This is your destiny. You are the rightful King of the Gerudo, who swear their undying allegiance to your aid and service. By this blood do we christen you, and your name shall be…
Ganondorf."