Gaara had known that this moment would have to eventually come, the moment when he would have to pay for his sins, for murdering countless numbers of people in the past. He had hoped that by becoming Kazekage he would be able to change his fate, but here he was, having Shukaku ripped out of him at the cost of his life.
He didn't know how long it took for them to finally rip the Bijū out of him, but it felt like an eternity. But as he stood in the blank space, looking at the old him -the him filled with hatred- he knew he was no longer of this world. And then, all he saw was darkness.
Meanwhile, a strange women with pointed ears looked at the red head. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes, and wore pure white robes. In her arms was a golden harp that she slowly strummed with her fingers.
"How cruel," She said, "to destroy someone who still had his whole life ahead of him. Farore would be heartbroken." Once again, she strummed the harp, a melody beginning to piece itself together. Her eyes hardened in concetration as her mind began to run at a million miles a minute.
"What if I were to do that..." She muttered to herself, pausing momentarily to rub a smooth hand against his face, "Yes, it should work. It must work." And so the woman changed the tune she was playing, careful strumming each note with utmost care, a bright flash covering the void after she finished.
Gaara opened his eyes, expecting to see the afterlife; but instead, he was looking up at the night sky, thousands of stars twinkling overhead and he could see several palm trees close by.
After this he noticed that everything seemed bigger than normal, so he put his hand out in front of him to test his theory. Sure enough, he found himself looking at the hand of an infant. Could he have possibly been reincarnated, but did he really deserve it?
He tried to move, but only managed to get himself turned on his side, where he noticed that he was in the middle of a desert. It seemed like he would always be tied to sand, no matter what life he was in.
He closed his eyes as a breeze of wind passed, blowing some sand grains into his tiny nose, causing him to sneeze.
He continued to lay there for what was probably hours, and his younger body wasn't fit for the environment. Gaara found himself shivering in the frigid night air, and his body felt weak due to a lack of nutrients.
However, he soon saw dust clouds forming and moving in his direction, making him wonder if a sandstorm was heading his way. But once he saw the dark shapes he knew that it was a dust cloud formed from something riding fast across the desert. And that meant that people would find him.
After about 15 minutes, the group had finally gotten to his location. And thankfully they stopped when they noticed him. Gaara listened as they discussed what to do, he also noted that all the voices were those of women.
Finally, one of them picked Gaara up and gasped.
"It's a male." Her amber eyes flashed with surprised.
"What?" A second voice asked.
"Let us see." A third voice called out, and Gaara now found himself looking up at three women.
"Look at his eyes and that strange marking on his forehead, could he be the one that Lady Nabooru told us about?" The first woman asked.
"If he is, then this is the male blessed by the sand goddess. We should bring him to Lord Ganondorf and Lady Nabooru at once." All three nodded before once again mounting their horses, with one extra person in stow.
After a few hours of riding, the three women finally arrived at the Gerudo Village. Gaara had been hidden as they had gotten closer, just in case.
The women put up their horses and went to the highest building, where Lord Ganondorf lived. The three walked up to the door and knocked. They were ushered in by a young woman with red hair and amber eyes. She wore a simple sweater and loose pants.
"Lady Nabooru," The first woman spoke, "We found him." The other woman, Nabooru, sat down on a chair, across from a man who held a regal air about him. and was in his mid 20's Even an idiot could have figured out that he was the leader. The three women bowed in front of, handing the child to the leader of their tribe. The three then left the building, leaving only Nabooru and Ganondorf with Gaara.
"So, this is the child that the sand goddess told you about, Nabooru?"
"Yes, my lord," Nabooru replied, "I was meditating at the Spirit Temple when a beautiful woman appeared to me; and she was able to control the desert itself. She told me that an infant boy with black rings around his eyes had been blessed by her, and that I should send a search party out."
"If that truly was the sand goddess, then this boy could be the one that could help me save our tribe." Ganondorf then looked at the blanket that Gaara was wrapped in, he noticed a name embroidered on the side.
"Gaara?" Nabooru questioned, "What a strange name." Ganondorf nodded in agreement and opened his mouth to reply, when suddenly he heard glass breaking and something rolled in front of them.
"Bomb!" He shouted and the two jumped away from the explosion. Luckily they managed to get away from the brunt of it; however, the shockwave was still enough to stun them momentarily.
When the regained their senses, the child was gone. The sound of shouting soon reached their ears, and they ran outside. Once their they saw a group of bandits standing in themiddle of the street, all holding weapons. Except for the one in the middle, who was holding a jagged dagger above the child.
Surrounding the attackers was a group of Gerudos, each one holding two long swords.
"Now then," the middle bandit started, "give us all of your food and supplies or the little brat gets it." The man moved the dagger closer to the child to prove his point.
One of the Gerudo women rushed forward, prepared to attack; but was kicked in the stomach by one of the bandits. The lead bandit let out an irritated grunt.
"Fine then." He stabbed the dagger down, but to everyone's surprise, there was no blood. Instead, a shield of sand had risen up to defend the boy. And then, the desert sand wrapped up around the lead bandit, whose terrified screams could still be heard through the sand, was silenced as the sand crushed his body.
As soon as the body fell to the ground, the rest of the bandits realized tha.t they had no chance, so they ran as fast as they could, not even bothering to grab their horses.
Now, everyone's attention was focused on the baby boy, who was being levitated by the sand. Ganondorf, shaking himself out of his stupor, went over and grabbed the child.
"As you all know," Ganondorf said, " Lady Nabooru recently travelled to the Spirit Temple, where she had a vision from the sand goddess. She was told that a young boy would be found in the desert, and that boy would haveher blessing. This is that child. The child that shall become my heir." Ganondorf raised the child up, "This child shall help to restore our tribe to its former glory... Gaara Dragmire!"
Well, this chapter is a little short since it is a prolouge. But don't worry, future chapters shall be longer. I hope you like this, because if there is a story that uses this idea, I have yet to find. Please review and tell me your thoughts. Criticism is accepted, but please no flames.