This story was inspired by Jeshichan on DevianArt's picture, "Nabooru - Alone", and the song "Lost!" by coldplay (40 year old Virgin quote in head), only a bit. Mostly the picture.
It's pretty random and there's no real explanation of how anything happened, but I guess it's about a few years before OoT.
Use your imaginations! XD
OKAY ALSO: Since I plan on continuing this, I will tell you now: It's probably not what you're expecting. It's random as HELL, but a pretty good explanation of a few events in a later game, if I do say so myself. We'll see.
And, this story will also PROBABLY be very short, like 5 or six chapters. Again, we'll see.
Nabooru rode her regal brown horse through the gates of the Haunted Wasteland and into the Fortress Territory. She felt queasy from the setting sun and the hot air on her unusually light skin, for a Gerudo, and looked forward to dining in the chilled Royal Hall of the Fortress more than ever. Usually she would rather spend her free hours alone or with people she actually enjoyed rather her room full of uptight Royals, but today, all she wanted was to be indoors. With whom and doing what didn't matter at that point.
After having a gate attendant take her horse and cloak, Nabooru lazily strode toward the Fortress, her head down in pure exhaustion. It was usually held high, but today was reason for acception. The heat was taking an unusual amount of stamina from her strong being. Once she felt the stiff, intricately designed rugs from Termina under her feet, along with the chilled air of the great indoors, she felt her muscles relax a bit. But then she remembered how poorly she got along with the rest of her comrades, and how they thought it fun to gang up on her daily. And then there was Ganondorf. Oh, how she looked forward to spending an hour beside him.
Since birth, she was appointed the position of the future King's second, the Nobles knowing full well of her legendary destiny. She was therefore separated from her family and brought to the Fortress at the age of three months, leaving her family behind in their ratty tents on the outskirts of the desert, and in the wake of her underlying powers. Surprisingly, Nabooru remembered some of this violent ordeal almost fourteen years ago: Her mother wasn't happy about letting her daughter go, and so, the guards sent to retrieve the babe resorted to scimitars and whips in order for the woman to release the bundle of cloth in her bloody arms. All Nabooru remembered was a lot of screaming and crying, screaming that would stay in the back of her mind always. Something she had grown accustomed to, despite the heart-wrenching properties of it all.
Of course, Nabooru never thought this to be strange at all; she was raised with the nobles and never knew her true family anyway. She had assumed them to have been long gone, considering the typical lifestyle of an average Gerudo outside the Fortress's security. Being the tough spirited girl she was, it never bothered her much, save for times of extreme sadness and lonely feelings. Those didn't come along often, for Nabooru's mind had been trained by Nabooru herself to handle these things 'like an adult', though she was still quite young. She saw little point in wasting time pondering her feelings, or her past for that matter.
"There you are," hissed Sayla, Nabooru's assistant and guardian. "Had you come any later, you would have been late for the meeting!" She put her left arm tenderly but sternly around Nabooru's broad shoulders and led her towards the main dining hall.
"Din, that's tonight?!" Nabooru whisper-screeched as they approached the side entrance to the hall.
"Yes! How could you forget such an important thing as this? Need I remind you that the entire nation's famine relies on the Hylian's decision based on tonight?!" Sayla whispered back, dusting grains of sand from Nabooru's pale pink harem pants and sweaty neck. "Go! The Hylian Royal Family is coming across the bridge as we speak!"
Nabooru found herself pushed through the dark red curtains and into the mess of thrones that stuck from the grand table at the head of the hall for Gerudo Royals. She smelled the roast Moblin and nearly fainted from the fumes of the wine served alongside it. She never had a taste for such foods.
"Nabooru!" She heard somebody hiss from her left. She looked to the familiar, deep voice and saw Ganondorf at the center of the table on his throne, frantically yet calmly signaling her to get her ass over there before they Hylian Royals made their grand entrance. She scurried behind the already seated nobles and to her empty throne beside his.
"What'd I miss?" She tossed off, failing to conceal her cocky half smile as she sat down in order to make him even more frantic. She loved nothing more than to see him uneasy, as he did with her.
"Nothing, yet. Where in Farore's Green Hyrule were you all day?!" He asked. "You missed the rehearsal this afternoon."
Nabooru barked a laugh, causing the frantic women throughout the hall to jump. "Rehearsal? A rehearsal for a little dinner with those stuffy Hylians?"
"Yes! Now be quiet and smile; they're coming." Ganondorf shifted in his seat, sat up tall, and faced forward with a determined look on his face.
"Lighten up, Ganondorf; I'm here now, aren't I?" Nabooru playfully nudged his right arm with her left elbow, bringing out a rather hysterical, high-pitched growl from the side of his tense mouth. Nabooru giggled as he smacked her arm way with his large hand.
"Knock it off, Nabooru!" He whispered.
"Din, you act like you've never had a meeting with the people that decide our nation's crop fate before," she whispered back, doing as she had been told. She faced the front and smiled a perfectly fake smile as the trumpets sounded and the long red tapestries parted, revealing the Hylian King and Queen, a slightly pair in their obnoxiously bright attire and crowns. They looked upon everything with distaste as if they were better than the desert and the 'hardly civilized barbarians' inhabiting it.
Truth was, Nabooru was just as nervous as Ganondorf was. If this meeting went well, the entire nation could have access to rich produce and livestock, doing well to handle the food situation for at least one year. If it went poorly…Gerudo Valley would return to its previous state of famine and decreasing population. Nabooru just had a different way of handling things than Ganondorf did.
Ganondorf stood to greet the pair, and Nabooru followed at almost the exact same time, never breaking her stoic face.
Thank Din for quick reflexes, she thought to herself.