A piercing scream shatters the early morning silence in the Gerudo Valley as a woman named Kasima gives birth. Standing around her is a small collection of people including her sister, Zewaro, who has knowledge of medical practices, and has delivered most of the children born into the tribe for the past 15 years. The other women are simply there because of the news that they had heard. The Queen was about to give birth.
There was one other person in the room, not crowding Kasima like the others, but lurking in a dark corner and watching with a detached look that showed interest, but no great amount of concern for the woman he had taken as a wife. This man was the king, Gorotdorf. His name suited him well; it was their native tongue for "Burning King" and even in his old age, around 80 years, he still had a full head of bright ginger hair and piercing orange eyes.
"One more push should do it sister," said Zewaro in a comforting voice that also had a hint of anticipation in it, this child was after all expected to be the next patriarch, "that's it push!"
The cries of an infant suddenly split the air. Gorotdorf shifted slightly in his corner but did not move forward, he had seen his wife give birth several times before now, all of them had been girls and he did not expect this to be any different.
"What gender is the child?" Kasima desperately looking into the shadowed corner where he husband, and her king, stood not coming to embrace her as he had when their first daughter, Inesti, had been born. He did not even come to her bedside to see the child, as he had with their twin daughters, Samia and Ganubi, he simply stood statue stiff in the corner glowering at her. "It had better not be another girl, or I shall leave it in the desert for the beasts to devour along with you" that glare seemed to almost shout to her.
"It's a boy," the shout seemed to echo through the valley, the baby now asleep and wrapped securely in a blanket being held in his mother's arms let out a loud screaming cry at the noise. "He certainly has a set of lungs on him doesn't he sister?" Zewaro laughing as the baby continued to scream.
"He has the howl of a great beast, and hopefully he will have the ferocity of one as well, once we begin his training." Kasima clutched at the blankets holding her newborn son when Gorotdorf spoke these words, shifting forward so his face was in the light. "He has not earned his title as king simply by being born, he has nearly 20 years of hard work ahead of him before he can take my place as ruler. However he does need a name fit for the next King of the Gerudo, barely five minutes into his life and he has already shown that he has the lungs of a great warrior," he gestured at the wailing child, now red in the face from screaming for nearly three minutes straight, "his name shall be Ganon, our ancient word for the Beast, and when he has taken my place he shall be known as Ganondorf Lord of the Gerudo Thieves!"
There were cheers from the women, many more had come when they had heard that the child was male. They quickly left to get back to their duties, the village was being expanded and they had to keep an eye on the workers to make sure they didn't slack off, the only man the Gerudo women trusted being their king.
"Gorot, come out of the shadows and see you son. He looks almost exactly like you my king." Kasima said this tenderly, but knew from experience not to address him with any endearment, he had struck her on occasions when she had forgotten.
What she had said about the child was true, little Ganon had surprising amount of ginger hair, slightly darker than his father's, which had faded with his increasing age. As Gorot approached the child in that cautious way Kasima had always thought to be rather amusing, the child finally stopped wailing and looked with interest at the person approaching. Gorotdorf found himself staring into a pair of red-brown eyes that were the exact same shape and color as his wife's.
"He is an amazing child and I can feel that he has amazing potential. He could be the King that leads our people to greatness." He came then, still with that oddly cautious walk, and embraced his wife and his newborn son.
