Author's note: Hello fellow readers, quick introduction to the fanfiction below. This is a LinkXGanondorf yaoi fiction. I have taken some liberties in the creation of the world but am keeping various parts true to the game series story. It has been a long time since Link and Ganondorf faced off and a new generation has newly populated the lush world of Hyrule. To keep the story consistent I am rating Part 1 as MA, although the lusty bits will come in Part 2. This is to welcome readers into their story and I hope everyone enjoys it! Thank you!

Under a naked moon, the smooth face of Lake Hylia shimmered, as if aglow in a soft mystic light. Autumnal drafts rippled the water and brushed the prairie grass off the shoreline. In shadow sunken depths, the sacred grounds of an obscured temple were shaken by a tremor. The sealed entryway, blockaded by thick slabs of stone, inscribed with prayers and spells, shuddered with the second quake. They became increasingly frequent. The underwater life stirred frantically. Gasps of air bubbled to the surface. A thunderous crack released a mixture of heat and oxygen from the door. A substance like black ink seeped from the sluice. Suddenly there came a profound reverberation from behind the stone gate and the structure fumbled, burst and sank in a floating gait downward to the sand floor.
From within the darkness of the access, a figure walked for the shore, his entire form swallowed in a black and purple field of light. His eyelids were closed as his feet marched knowingly forward. His body was nude, beautifully gilded with rivulets of muscle across a broad chest, powerful biceps, a meaty neck and solid, thickset legs. His skin was a rare color of scorched olive. Blaze red hair framed a masculine face from skull to brow to chin and was drifting to and fro like small needles in the water.

The globe of magic was waning. The top of his head broke from the shoal and he crept along the beach. Ten steps out of the water, his body crumpled, breath becoming hard and loud. Newborn to the world once again and like an infant, the shock exhausted his strength. A shadow fell over him.
"My Lord," a voice beckoned. The man stooped onto one knee and placed a protective hand over his Master. He looked behind him as the presence of other minions appeared, all gathering to witness the rebirth of their Lord. The man ignored them and with his hand still placed upon the fallen, he snapped his fingers and an azure hew glimmered around the both of them. Without truly acknowledging the pests skulking around, he spoke face downcast, "I shall take him to his domain of rest, as in the past, you are expected to commit your lives to our Lord without fail, if you fail, you die. You die for Lord Ganandorf!" his final word was bellowed and a flash of light swept them away from the place of Ganondorf's imprisonment and of his regeneration.

*a few days passed at Ganondorf's Keep*

"Since your awakening, the whereabouts of the boy of legend have finally been revealed. Your connection is rooted in time itself after all. At last I can strike and eliminate him and the Goddess knows how long I've waited." The man, who was instrumental in reviving Ganondorf and taking him from Lake Hylia, paced back and forth, his cloak sweeping the ground. The tapping footsteps echoed in the cavernous hall. Ganondorf was declined on a throw of a colossal hog, layered by richly textured afghans. His arms relaxed at his sides and leg crossed over the knee, he attentively watched his underling, ruby eyes as piercing as ever. Nearly most of his fortitude had returned, it was only a matter of time and not much of it. He smirked, "I think not, Girim. Let this Hero thrive for as long as he can. I will see to his small annoyances."
"Of course, that is understandable, excuse my impertinence." Girim bowed excessively low.
"That is all for now, Girim. However, do keep watch of troublesome fools. There is a lot of work ahead after all." Ganondorf snorted, a laugh that was deep and rolling and threatening, enough to send a chill down even a King's neck. Blood will run indeed, he thought, so from the veins that our long linked connection will finally rest in the dirt and in time.

*two weeks later*

"Link…link? Hey, Link!" a tinkling sounds like that of a sweet bell, rang fiercely next to a young man's ear. He shifted, half-asleep, and batted at the noise aimlessly, then in his failure, collapsed the arm.
"Wake up, for goodness sake!" the wee voice shrilled.
Link sighed but reluctantly conceded to the tiny whimpers. He got out of bed, not without stumbling over his own feet and landing on his knees. The companion fairy bristled.
"oh, Link, stop playing around!"
"I'm not." He griped, still holding onto his stinging shins, "and Good morning, when did you arrive?"
Sheri flew up to his face, "Link, I'm here because Tollay is missing. Gaebora sent me. He wants you to join with the other villagers to help search for him."
Fatigue and confusion drained away. Link jumped to his feet, eyes shot wide.
"Damn!" he grabbed for a green tunic, pulled it over his head and shouldered a strap and dagger. He smoothed away the golden hair from his eyes.
"Come on Link, I'll show you where everyone is waiting."
Sheri zoomed out the door, ahead of Link but not far enough for him to lose her track. They passed through the humble village of Karok, home of the meek and unassuming artisans of hunting bows and skinners, small swords. They had found him as an infant, orphaned by the wild world of the forest, and he owed them his life. If Tollay was in trouble, Link would find him as fast as his legs could carry him.

The glade was unoccupied, save for the noisy flutter of chickadees from branch to branch in nearby foliage and the quiet moaning of the wind. Link stepped out cautiously into the open patch, too aware of his vulnerability, too aware of the cold shiver beneath his skin. The tinkle of his companion was becoming more subtle a sound. "Sheri?" he spun around only to find the natural blending of shadow and sunlight and woodland. The fairy girl was gone. Had he been duped or was this some sort of mistake of location?
All momentary worry-tinged bewilderment left him at the snuffling grunts brought to his attention from the leafage on his left. Link unsheathed the blade hanging at his backside and advanced on feather light motions. A quick flash of light off metal and a hefty Bokoblin threw himself from the leafy camouflage. His heavy landing stirred up dust and insects, which scurried for cover. The enormous creature patted the blunt end of a club into his palm and swollen black eyes narrowed on Link.

Reality came hot and painful. This felt like a trap. It was.