The corridor was filled with Gerudos. The long halls with the dimly flickering torches were packed full of women, all watching and waiting with anticipation. It was a rare occasion that all of the Gerudos would be awake at this hour, and all gathered in the same place.
"Mother?" asked the small child. "I'm tired."
"Hush, Nabooru," her mother replied. "It won't be long now."
It was a rare occasion indeed. So rare that this would ever happen, and such a short time before D'kumran, no less. Night of the Spirits. It was the time when all the Gerudos gathered at the Spirit Temple in Desert Colossus. It was a test of courage and endurance for all the Gerudos. Those who survived the journey were recognized as true Gerudo worriers. Those who did not…
But at this very hour, in the Spirit Temple, only an hour before the blessed event, the leader of the Gerudos, the exalted High Warrior, was giving birth.
Nabooru stood waiting. She was too young to fully understand what was happening, but she knew it was something big. But she was tired. She had crossed the Haunted Wasteland only a few days before, and she was exhausted. All the rituals, all the chanting, everything. It was so very tiring. She wanted to sleep.
In the chamber apart from where the warriors were gathered, the High Warrior was in labor. It was nearly time for D'kumran. She could hear the emergency midwives rushing around, making preparations. The chanting began outside. Only a few seconds remained. She gave one final push, using up the last ounces of her of her energy.
Outside, the chambers erupted in neon light. Colors swirled all around Nabooru's head, and she gazed in wonderment at the display of the spirits. It was this moment, this culmination of everything, that made it worth all her labors.
Inside the chamber, the High Warrior gazed into the face of her child.
"It is a boy, Highness." The midwife practically spat. "Not fit to live."
"Nonsense, Samoora. He is beautiful." She smiled at her new son. He had been born on D'kumran, on the exact moment. Though she did not know about it, she was sure that it meant something. Perhaps a prophecy of some sort.
"Ganandorf," she said quietly.
"Highness?" asked Samoora, a questioning look on her face.
"I shall call him Ganondorf. Inform the people of this."
"Yes highness. It shall be as you say."
"Mother?" asked the small child. "I'm tired."
"Hush, Nabooru," her mother replied. "It won't be long now."
It was a rare occasion indeed. So rare that this would ever happen, and such a short time before D'kumran, no less. Night of the Spirits. It was the time when all the Gerudos gathered at the Spirit Temple in Desert Colossus. It was a test of courage and endurance for all the Gerudos. Those who survived the journey were recognized as true Gerudo worriers. Those who did not…
But at this very hour, in the Spirit Temple, only an hour before the blessed event, the leader of the Gerudos, the exalted High Warrior, was giving birth.
Nabooru stood waiting. She was too young to fully understand what was happening, but she knew it was something big. But she was tired. She had crossed the Haunted Wasteland only a few days before, and she was exhausted. All the rituals, all the chanting, everything. It was so very tiring. She wanted to sleep.
In the chamber apart from where the warriors were gathered, the High Warrior was in labor. It was nearly time for D'kumran. She could hear the emergency midwives rushing around, making preparations. The chanting began outside. Only a few seconds remained. She gave one final push, using up the last ounces of her of her energy.
Outside, the chambers erupted in neon light. Colors swirled all around Nabooru's head, and she gazed in wonderment at the display of the spirits. It was this moment, this culmination of everything, that made it worth all her labors.
Inside the chamber, the High Warrior gazed into the face of her child.
"It is a boy, Highness." The midwife practically spat. "Not fit to live."
"Nonsense, Samoora. He is beautiful." She smiled at her new son. He had been born on D'kumran, on the exact moment. Though she did not know about it, she was sure that it meant something. Perhaps a prophecy of some sort.
"Ganandorf," she said quietly.
"Highness?" asked Samoora, a questioning look on her face.
"I shall call him Ganondorf. Inform the people of this."
"Yes highness. It shall be as you say."