See Author's Note at end.
Disclaimer: Legend of Zelda will be mine when Gorons grow wings and learn to fly. In other words, I don't own it.
It is dawn, and the sun is just peeking over the horizon. A baby's squalls can be heard deep in the woods. The sounds originated from a small thatched hut, snuggled up in a tree.
The Gerudo Thief King saw all of this, peering into a clear enchanted pool of water. Ganondorf bent closer and the image focused in on the babe's left hand. The golden symbol of the Triforce glowed on its pale back. The King chuckled, a festering, evil sound.
"It seems that the Hero has been born," he rumbled. "And every Hero needs an anti-Hero."
The huge Gerudo swept to a raised dais and snatched the dagger lying on the pedestal that held his seeing-water. He stepped up to the dais and flung his arms wide. The Triforce on the back of his hand glowed gold, pulsing with power.
"Din," he boomed, his voice echoing in the underground cavern. "I give this offering to you, o' Goddess of Power and Fire! Let me create this vessel of your power and will!"
Ganondorf then took the dagger and sliced open his own thumb, splattering the blood across the cold marble. He then bowed his head and began speaking in ancient Hylian.
"I call upon the forces of Power and Darkness to do my will." Power swirled around him in an awful fiery cloud.
"Take the Darkest thoughts, the worst actions, and the most Evil will from the Chosen Hero of Farore and bring them to me." Blackened smoke joined the Power in a miniature tornado around the Gerudo.
"Now, Power, give this Darkness, this Evil, human form to be able to fight the Hero in your stead. Give him bloodlust, give him hate, and give him envy. Make him; mold him into a weapon of Death. A weapon for the Death of the Chosen Hero."
The storm of Power and Darkness left the Kind of Evil and drifted to the center of the dais, where the blood was thickest. Suddenly, it collapsed in on itself, condensing into a clump of blackness. It began shaping itself into a human-like figure. Then, in a flash of black, the Darkness and Power dissipated. It left a small bundle on the dais. The Gerudo King stooped and picked up the bundle, which revealed itself to be a baby. It was utterly silent as Ganondorf looked it up and down. A boy, with charcoal- black skin and ashy hair. He met his creator's stare with a highly intelligent and angry glare. Ganon chuckled and looked into the baby's crimson eyes.
"Welcome the world, Anti-Hero."
A/N: YAY for no more writer's block! So, as usual, I am on my hands and knees begging for reviews. ~Gets up of hands and knees~ So, now that that's done, I was wondering if I should make this into a multi chapter fic describing Dark Link's childhood at the hands of Ganondorf. Please leave your answer in a review! Thank you! (Merci beaucoup!)