The light from the torch gleamed off the stonewall. Sand covered the stone blocks. Rats, mice, and other vermin scuttled their way across the walls. Silence filled the corridor, not a single soul moved or whispered in the darkness. The dry valley was silent except for the soft breathing of a young thief. His hair was dark red and drawn back. His skin was emerald green. He wore a black cloak with matching black leggings. His boots were also slick black with tears on the side from risky robberies. His shoulders were broad and his muscles could be seen through his cloak. He slept on the banks of golden sand that shown under the moonlight. His arms were folded behind his head, his legs crossed. Nothing seemed to disturb the thief. Behind him was the great wooden fortress looming in the cold of night. It seemed to sway with the blowing of the wind. The wooden walls on the outside moaned with each passing breath of the night. The cool air blew the sand over the stone, chiseling its unique imprint within the fortress. Everything around the valley seemed peaceful, yet the thief stirred. He sat up and listened. A faint cry carried on the wind. The thief stood up to see a tall man stumble to the ground. The man lay still. The thief rushed over to the man. He turned the man over to see the face of his father. His father resembled him exactly. He wore golden robes though instead of black, but such is to be treated if you are king. "Father! What's happened?" The man placed his hand on the thief's face. "I have been betrayed. One of my guards… has…" "Father! Please, stay with me!" The thief held his father's head in his arms not wanting to accept this fate on such a peaceful night. "Ganondorf, you must avenge me." " Please father, I can save you!" "No, you must protect the fortress." A look of surprise appeared on Ganondorf's face. "From what?" The man grabbed his stomach grimacing. Ganondorf glanced down to see an open wound just below the middle of the chest. Blood ran down the stomach onto the pure golden sand staining it with it's dark crimson color. "You must hurry Ganondorf, they are coming!" With that the man went limp, slowly falling from Ganondorf's arms. A tear fell from Ganondorf as he closed his father's eyes. He stood up wiping the tear from his eye. The sand blew over Ganondorf's shoulder making the night colder than it already was. He looked toward the fortress, anger burning within him. Ganondorf knew it had always been this cold; he had just blocked the feelings from his mind. A mistake he would never make again. He let out a roar as he charged towards the fortress wielding his sword: the peace gone within the valley of the sand.
Ganondorf was still sprinting towards the fortress when he heard the screaming. He stopped to listen to it. The screams sounded like they were coming from where the two guards had been at the foot of the fortress. Before Ganondorf could acknowledge where to turn, a voice called for him at the top of the fortress. In one of the archer towers, one of the guards called for him. "Ganondorf, ignore their screams. Into the tunnel in front of you is where you want go!" Ganondorf stared up at the tower. After a few seconds of really wanting to kill this idiotic guard who could care less for the lives of the others, he exclaimed, "I will go where I please! You shall not disrespect your kinwoman's lives like that! Now, I've been standing here for too long!" Before he could say anymore, a gray boulder that had been set on fire rushed down from the sky. It crashed through the top roof of the fortress still racing in Ganondorf's direction. "Get down from there you fool!" With that said, Ganondorf hurled himself into a nearby sand dune hearing the muted scream of the tower guard.
He slowly opened his eyes. His body was completely buried in the sand. He wished he could lie there all night without any fear of what was going on out there bothering him. But he realized this could not be. With all the strength he could muster he punched at the sand until finally he felt the chilling air on his palm. Then he ripped his way out of the small dune and pulled himself out, spitting the sand out that had rested in his mouth. As he slid down the dune an arrow shot not a foot away from his face and stabbed into the bank. He squinted in the direction of the arrow. An archer stood in front of his horse, still aiming at Ganondorf. "A Hylian guard?" Ganondorf asked himself as he stood up. The archer stepped back observing how tall Ganondorf was. "You there!" The archer yelled, trying to hide his fear of this man he had just tried to kill. The archer wore a pure silver breastplate, no helm rested on his head. Ganondorf figured he was not a high enough rank to receive a helm. His bow was also pure silver and was still currently aimed at Ganondorf. Ganondorf smirked. The guard, obviously offended by this action pulled another arrow out of his quiver. "By order of the king of Hyrule, you will be prisoner at the castle until the king has ordered to free you! Now come with me!" Ganondorf raised his sword and took a step towards the Hylian archer. "On what charges?" Ganondorf asked, calmly taking steps closer to the archer. "Stolen possessions from the town!" Ganondorf stopped briefly and frowned. "Those items were not stolen my friend, they were ours to begin with!" Ganondorf started walking again in the direction of the frightened archer. "Your kingdom, if you could call it that, thinks it can control every inch of this land! Well, it's wrong! Yes, I helped take back what was rightfully ours! Yes, I am a Gerudo thief! But I have a few matters to attend to little warrior, and since I have nothing better to do I'll tell you." The archer strung his arrow into his bow and stepped back. Ganondorf kept coming. "First, I am going to stop your attack on my home! Second, I am going to avenge my father! And third, I will take my revenge on your kingdo…." At that moment the archer shot his arrow. It pierced Ganondorf's shoulder and forced him on his knee. "Stay back I said!" Ganondorf stood up and ripped the arrow out of his shoulder. He glared at the archer. "Please." For the first time Ganondorf felt pity for the young archer, but that soon faded. He stepped up to the archer and looked into his pathetic eyes. He grabbed the archer's shoulder and thrust his sword into his torso. "I told you I had matters to attend to didn't I?" He let the archer fall to the ground. He sheathed his sword and kicked the archer aside. He moved towards the horse. The horse's fur was the exact color of his boots. The horse's eyes gleamed orange like fire. Ganondorf smiled at the steed. The pitch-black tail swung up and down as to swat away the blowing sand. "You'll do just fine." Ganondorf said as he hoisted his weight onto the weathered brown saddle sitting atop the horse. "Yaagh!" He yelled as he kicked the horse's sides with his boots. The horse whinnied and stood on its hind legs to prove its worthiness to Ganondorf. Then the horse galloped over the hills of bright golden sand towards the now burning fortress.
Ganondorf saw the Gerudo thieves. One by one they were slaughtered or taken as prisoner. How could they do this? Ganondorf asked himself as he rode towards them. "Whoa!" Ganondorf pulled back on the reins to slow the horse. A Hylian patrol marched into the fortress. It was made up of about 65 highly trained warriors. They all had spears, swords, axes, bows and arrows, even crossbows. Behind them warriors on horseback surveyed the area for any more thieves. Ganondorf slid off the horse. He quietly moved behind one of the half destroyed guard towers. He placed his ear on the wall to listen to whatever was going on inside. Suddenly screams erupted from within. He stuck his head around the corner to see the entrance. Ten Thieves ran out the entrance wailing. One of the women had a sword stuck in her back. She soon fell to the ground, not moving. The rest found them pinned in by the patrol. They all drew their swords ready to fight. They were soon knocked unconscious and thrown in a caged wagon. Ganondorf felt the beast inside of him roar with anger and pain. He took a step out from behind the tower. Just when one of the Hylian knights turned his head in that direction a hand grabbed Ganondorf on the shoulder and pulled him back. He winced in pain from his wound this hand had just grabbed.