A Thin Line

A LoZ fanfiction: Ganondorf x Link

The story takes place before the events of Ocarina of Time and will use facts from that universe. This is my fan-made rendition of Ganondorf's back story in the game. If you don't like this sort of thing then feel free to turn back.

Chapter one:

Ganondorf watched over the Hyrulian throne room with glazed eyes. It had been only a year since he was put in the kings favor, and rightfully so. Ganondorf had spent ten years clearing his good name away from his lineage in order for the foolish man to finally bring him into his good graces. Finally in his prime, at the age of 29 he was ready to enact his plan for this Kingdom. That is, if the king's young daughter would stop whispering to anyone that would listen about his "true nature". The girl was young, just turning ten, Princess Zelda seem to always glare at him with distrusting eyes, proclaiming about a dream she had. The child seemed to think she was magically an oracle and it rubbed him the wrong way. Thankfully though, her foolish father had ignored her mythical yammering and spoke to Ganondorf frequently about plans for the land of Hyrule. Despite everything going his way that afternoon he felt a chill run down his spine as the king spoke to him.

"You understand that this is for the good of the people my good friend Ganon. " The King finished, drawing Ganondorf away from his thoughts. He could shake the feeling someone was watching him. Keeping face, he bowed lowly to the king, glancing to the side at the small window that showed the tiny garden on the other side and he froze. Blue eyes, not like the princess's stared out at him, hidden behind untamed blond hair and a fairy floating idly behind. Looking away quickly he stood and walked out of the courtyard. His blood pounded in his ears, his fists in balls at his side as he walked. He couldn't free his mind of the image of those eyes. So much like ones he knew once in his youth. Shaking his head of thoughts of the past, he spotted a guard.

"You sir. Bring my Horse. I am departing ASAP." He barked at the guard, whose back snapped to attention and quickly heading towards the stabled as he headed to the front of the castle. Just who was that silly girl bringing into her mystic mumbo jumbo? Who was that boy? Why did he look like... Gritting his teeth, his mind spun as the castle door dropped open, his black stallion prepared on the other side. Brushing past the castle-hands he mounted his horse and headed towards his quarters within the town, turning down the dark alley where he was lodged for the time being. Not many stayed here, a few old Hylians but mostly empty rooms, which is how he liked it. Made it easier to do as he pleased. Upon entering his room, the dark figure stepped out of the corner by the fireplace.

"Dark. I saw something rather interesting today at the castle." Ganondorf sighed, removing his weaponry and laying it on the wooden table. Dark, was exactly the image of the boy he once knew but inverted. White hair in place of blond, red eyes in place of those once shimmery blue. Blank emotion where there was once passion and goals. A dim copy of the original, that is no more than an obedient slave where the original was a bright light.

"Oh?" Dark said with dull amusement picking up the weaponry at the table and putting it away before sitting at the table. Ganondorf looked past him as he spoke, deep in thought.

"Can a person be reborn I wonder?" The Gerudo man murmured, stroking his face as he sat back in his chair, his body relaxing in the warm glow of the fireplace. Dark, taking cues from his master, quickly and softly covered the man with a woolen blanket from the bed as his eyes began to close.

Ganondorf was ten when he first met that boy. A young prince of the desert, with no more than childish mischief and fun on his mind. A boy who knew nothing of hate, past his sandy desert home. The boy was often restless, as he lived a life of ease in the Gerudo fortress. Boys to his people were seen as gifts from the Sand goddess herself, only one born every 100 years. His mother Nabini, was captain of the thieves. A high ranking woman in their village, whom had little time for the young boy, leaving him with lots of time on his hands when he wasn't sparring with the other ladies. On this particular day his restlessness drew him away from the sandy place that was his village. Waiting till the guards at the village entrance bridge to switch places, he snuck his way out of the village and into the vast field that was Hyrule. The yellow eyed boy had never set foot outside his village alone before, and he was excited. He was shirtless and barefooted, a small knife in his waistline of his pants. His shoulder length red hair hung loose around his young face as the wind from the valley blew past him. Walking along the edge of the valley he marveled at the cool earth under his feet, and the soft grass. Sitting down his hands dug into the strange green strands below him. Grass never grew in his home, for it was too dry and barren. Here, the ground was moist and flourishing. The castle towns gates could be seen in the distance and they called to the young gerudo boy like a spell. He had never been allowed to go anywhere near the gates, his mother told him that Hylian's were mean and unwelcoming people, full of greed. Despite his mother's views of them he couldn't help but want to know for himself. Making up his mind he made his way towards the town's gates, the sun slowly starting to set behind him. Just as the sun winked itself away and the moon rose, the gates slowly began to close. The days walk would had been wasted if he couldn't make it within the gates, he began to run desperately trying to make it to the gates before they shut until morning light. Coming closer he leaped into the air, his trained fingers just barely catching the edge of the gate as it rose lazily. He huffed, pulling his small frame up onto the edge and slid within the towns confines as the gate slammed shut. Landing on his back side he groaned, looking up at the closed gates in the torchlight. By now the Village had most likely discovered his absence and would soon be combing through the valley searching for him. Picking himself up he stepped into the open, his young eyes widening at the sight before him. He had never seen anything like this place in his whole life, the streets were paved stone, not made of sand like his own. The houses were individual wooden monuments, a large stone fountain at its center, booths for the markets men decorated the squares edges like ornaments of wealth. The small Gerudo boy took it all in, it was all so surreal, so different from his home of dirt and sand and stone. His feet made no sound on the stones below his feet as he walked along the streets, glancing in glowing windows every so often. The people here looked so different too. Their skin was pale, their hair an array of colors, ranging from black to blond. And their clothes! The men and women both were so bundled up from head to toe! Staring down at his dark bare skin he shook his head in disbelief.

"You there! What are you doing looking in people's windows!?" Barked a voice in the dark. Snapping his head in the voice's direction he spotted a man dressed in silver. Men like the ones his mother would often steal horses from when they were in the valley. They were Hylian Soldiers. Ganondorf's eyes widened as he turned around and began to run in the opposite direction. The sound of feet on pavement and metal clanging as the soldier ran after him.

"Stop! Thief!" He bellowed, suddenly blowing on an alarm. Ganondorf's heart pounded in his ears in time with the alarm's shrill shriek in the night. He ran in a blur down the many twists and turns of the alley ways. He could no longer see the soldier but his alarm told the young boy he wasn't far behind. Suddenly and hand grabbed his arm and pulled him inside a building and pulled him quickly up some stairs.

"Stay quiet and follow me." A young voice instructed as from the hidden figure that pulled him blindly through the dark up and onto the roof top. Once outside, the moon lit up the roof top as the alarm raced shrilly past and into the distance. At the sounds disappearance the young boy could finally breath. The danger gone for the time being he looked at his savior to get a good look at the person. It was a boy, no more older than he was. He was dressed simply in faded green. His pale skin, glowed in the moonlight, framed by messy blond hair that set off his blue eyes.

"I'm Link." The boy whispered extending a hand. "Hope those guys didn't scare you too much. They are sticklers for curfew." He smiled softly, leaning against the building chimney. Ganondorf stared at the boy in awe, unsure if the boy was terrestrial or celestial.

"I-I'm...Ganondorf...Thank you for helping me back there." He managed to speak kneeling on the rooftop. The boys thin eyebrows raised suddenly taking in his appearance.

"You're not from around here are you ...Ganondo..rf?" He said his name with some uncertainty. Was his name really so different from the people here's too?

"Ganon is fine...If it helps." He said timidly to the blond. The other boy smiled in embarrassment and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Haha yeah, sorry, just never met anyone with such a strange name before...but hey don't worry about it." He smiled patting the place beside him. Ganondorf eyed the spot suspiciously before slowly sitting in its place. This boy was so strange, then again this was his first time meeting another boy! Link was so unlike the little girls in his village, yet very similar. His face was prettier than the girls of his village, more heart-shaped, and his eyes were like jewels and more angled. Ganondorf blushed looking away from the other boy. Link stared at him kindly.

"You wouldn't happen to be one of those dessert people would you?" he whispered nudging his arm. Ganondorf nodded looking back at him.

"Is that bad?" He said softly looking in the boys sapphire eyes. He laughed at Ganon's question.

"Not at all, I've never met one before is all. The monks used to tell me stories about the goddess of the dessert people." He said softly. This caught Ganon's attention, his red brows raising.

"Really? So you dont think we are bad people...? My mother told me Hylian's were mean people!" Ganondorf gasped. Link's eyes widened before shaking his head.

"No, not at all. I always wanted to meet one." He smiled. "As for Hylian's being mean people...I think its unfair to say that. There are good and bad Hylian's not just one or the other. " He smiles. Ganondorf leaned closer to the blond in awe, taking him in.

"Which are you?" Ganondorf whispered curiously. Link's lips curled into a soft grin.

"I don't know yet."

Hi thank you for reading chapter one! I apologize for any grammar or spelling errors, I tried to fix all the ones I caught while editing!