This story is very, very stupid. In fact, it's also slightly similar to Ocarina of Time. It's about a young, half-Gerudo girl who's destined to be the next hero of Time. In fact, it takes place nearly one-hundred years after Ocarina of Time. Go ahead and read the prolouge. Sorry if it's too long.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zelda; I've previously stated this in earlier fics. I own Tarara, and every other character that I've created that doesn't appear in any game. I own this sad, sad story as well, so go ahead and read it. Flames are accepted.
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Prolouge
IT WAS a bad time in the world of Hyrule. It was the middle of the Feild War, which had been taking place between the Hylians, Zoras, and Gorons for six months.
Many Hylians were afraid of total war, so they left to anyplace where the inhabatants hadn't been into the war.
One man, a young adult named Grunk, fled the the Nabooru Desert. He knew that the Gerudo lived there, and that they were letting several Hylians in.
"What is your business here?" The Gerudo at the gate to the desert asked Grunk as he approached. They were a race of females, only one male born every one-hundred years.
"I want to hide in the desert, I fear that I will lose my life if I stay in any other place." Grunk explained to the guard.
"You mean that silly war hasn't ended yet?" The Gerudo laughed.
This made Grunk feel better. If this Gerudo could make fun of the war, then maybe the Gerudo wouldn't join in it. He could be safe here until it was over.
Grunk laughed with the Gerudo. "No, not yet." He replied. "But I can't stand to be in it anymore. It's just horrible, dead people all around; the street across from my house was blown up with Goron explosives just a couple days ago."
"Well then, I beleive that is enough reason to let you live with in the desert." The Gerudo said, opening the gate that led inside. "Just tell them that Listapa let you in, and you should be fine." she laughed heartily again. She liked this Grunk guy already.
As Grunk walked into the Gerudo Fortress, he saw why many a man called the Gerudo sculptures and houses the most beautiful and well-made in all of Hyrule.
The homes were stacked upon each other, like the ones that someone in our world will see if they look at the ancient pueblos. Except, they were carved out of stone and the walls were perfectly straight.
The whole place was crowded with Gerudo; all of them female and in a hurry. Grunk wanted to stop one of them to ask where the fugitives were hiding, but none of them seemed very interested in him.
Then he spotted it, there were several Hylian women outside. They were all doing laundry or other chores. Grunk walked over to them.
"A new refugee?" One of the ladies asked. She sounded as though she was very bored.
"Yep." Grunk nodded.
"Then you'll be staying here." the lady said casually. She was beating a dirty rug and was very immensed in cleaning it.
"Okay." Grunk agreed. "It's doesn't look so bad."
"You won't be saying that in a few weeks." the lady said, still paying more attention to the rug than Grunk.
"Why?" Grunk asked curiously. He couldn't think of why the place would look worse in a few weeks.
"You get tired of living here pretty quickly." The lady replied. "By the way, my name's Maria. You'll soon get to know every Hylian here very well. And don't hang around the Gerudo too much. They don't trust men."
Right then, Grunk decided that he didn't like Maria. It might have been that she was disspirited from living in the desert too long, but she was not very opptimistic and she kept the same bored tone every time she spoke.
AS THE weeks went by, Grunk found that he was getting to enjoy life in the desert very much. He didn't get to know the other refugees as well as Maria told him he would. Instead, Grunk got to know the Gerudo and was soon trusted by all but a few of them.
One that didn't trust him was the only male Gerudo that lived in the desert, Hetumik.
It was on Grunk's first run in with Hetumik that he realized how dangerous the Gerudo king was.
"You, the Hylian." Hetumik called to Grunk as he finished talking with one of the Gerudo, only a week since he had got there.
"Yes?" Grunk replied, not knowing what else to say. He figured that Hetumik wouldn't be so bad, the other Gerudo were nice to him.
"Why are you talking with the Gerudo?" Hetumik demanded.
"Because I have no one else to talk to." Grunk shrugged.
"You should stick to the home with the other refugees. You can talk to them." Hetumik said. "I don't want to see you here in the fortress aga-"
Hetumik suddenly fell silent. He looked at Grunk as though he wasn't believing what he was seeing.
"What is it?" Grunk asked. "What's wrong?"
"You...." Hetumik started, but his voice trailed off. He was looking scared, his green face turning slightly white.
"I... I what?" Grunk urged.
"You carry the blood of the ancient hero." Hetumik said, his scared look starting to curve into a dangerous one.
"Ancient hero?" Grunk laughed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
But Hetumik was too busy to listen. He called two guards forward. One was the guard from the gate when Grunk came to the valley. The other Grunk didn't know.
"Merope, Listapa, he's the one that carries the blood of the hero. I want you to take care of him." Hetumik said to the guards.
Grunk was suddenly very scared. Take care of him? What did Hetumik mean by that?
"Why?" said Listapa, who was the one that Grunk knew. "If he doesn't have a child, you're in no danger."
"Yes, but we don't want to take any chances." Hetumik snapped. "There's too big a chance that he will."
"What are you talking about?!" Exploded Grunk, who was getting very confused about the whole thing.
But they were too busy talking among themselves to pay any attention to Grunk's shout. They had lowered their voices so that Grunk couldn't hear them, but he caught occaisonal phrases.
"I think it's something we can risk." Listapa argued.
"Why? If the hero is born we're in trouble." Merope said.
"Think about it." Listapa replied angrily, no longer bothering to keep her voice down. "If we kill him, we will arouse suspicion from the Hylians and stand a good chance of being dragged into this war."
"WILL SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!" Grunk yelled.
Listapa and Merope exchanged looks.
"You're going to live, for now." Merope said.
The two guards left, leaving Grunk alone with Hetumik.
"Listen to me, boy." Hetumik said dangerously. "If I catch you doing something that's against me or my orders, you will be prosecuted. It's because of Listapa that you're even alive now."
With that, Hetumik left. Now Grunk was alone on the street, all of the other Gerudo had fled when Hetumik had come. Grunk felt as lost as he did a few minutes ago. All that he knew was that he had been saved from being prosecuted for carrying the blood of a hero.
This is making my head hurt! Grunk thought, I had better go back to the refugee camp.
But before Grunk had left the street, a voice called him.
"Grunk! Come back!"
Grunk whipped around to see Listapa running towards him. "What is it?" he asked.
"I bet you have no idea what you are." Listapa said, coming closer.
"No, I have no idea. I don't know what I just almost lost my life." Grunk replied, growing irritable and miserable after that last experience.
"You carry the blood of the legendary Hero of Time." Listapa explained. "The next person in your family will be the Hero of Time, they are only born every One-Hundred years. But Hetumik is worried because all ancient legends that include this hero have the hero defeating the Gerudo king."
"So my child will be the Hero of Time?" Grunk said, surprised.
"Yes." Listapa responded. "I think that Hetumik will do anything to prevent you from having a child, and kill it if you do."
"Thank you for letting me know." Grunk said, turning to go back to the refugee house.
AS GRUNK came to feel more at home at the Gerudo Fortress, he fell in love with Listapa, and she fell in love with him. They were careful to advoid being together under Hetumik's watchful eye; and Merope was, if anything, worse.
Nine months after Grunk came to live with the Gerudo, disaster struck. Listapa came to see Grunk right after she heard the news.
"Oh, Grunk. This is horrible!" She said to him.
"What is it?" Grunk asked anxiously
Listapa flung her arms around Grunk's neck and sounded as though she was about to cry. "The Gerudo have been dragged into the war! Hetumik is ordering all of the refugees to be executed at dawn. And worse than that, I am going to have a baby!"
Grunk knew that Hetumik would be more likely to kill him than any of the other Hylians; especially now that the Hero of Time was going to be born in a matter of months.
"There's no way I could escape without one of the other Gerudo detecting me. I have no choice but to face it and die." Grunk said, seeing no other way out.
"You must try!" Listapa shreiked, outraged. Now tears were really streaming down her cheeks. "I love you Grunk, and it's more noble to die trying to escape rather than sitting here and waiting for it."
"No, Listapa." Grunk replied defiantly. "It's more noble to face death rather than try and escape it. I must let them-"
Grunk was interupted by a small squad of Gerudo marching into his quarters. They were followed by none other than Hetumik and Merope.
"Grunk!" Hetumik roared. "The other Hylians will die at sunrise tomorrow; but you will die now so I can be sure you don't escape. I have had several chances to kill you over the past months; and I should've done it when you entered this desert. But Listapa has given you borrowed time." He looked sharply at the guards that surrounded him. "Take him away!"
At his command, the guards surrounded Grunk and put him in chains so he couldn't escape.
"Take Listapa too. She will witness his death, but she will not die herself, yet." Hetumik growled, as Merope and two other guards overpowered Listapa and led her after Hetumik. The little proccession left Grunk's chambers and headed toward the archery course.
Once they got there, they hooked Grunk's chains to the rocky cliff that was behind the targets, which had all been removed. Grunk watched as the guards that had been holding him carried Hetumik a bow and a quiver full of arrows.
Hetumik took an arrow out of the quiver and fitted it into the bow. He took careful aim and said, "I shall enjoy watching your last moments."
With that, Hetumik let go of the arrow and, with a yelp from Listapa, Grunk died.
A FEW months after the Field War ended, Listapa gave birth to a child. Right after the child was born, Hetumik and a band of his followers appeared. Hetumik had been steadily gaining power over the past months and now ruled the desert with an iron fist.
"Listapa, give me the child." Hetumik roared. "I can sense what he is; that he has the power to destroy me. Give him here and I shall destroy him before he has the chance to fullfill his destiny."
Listapa, however, held the child close to her. "I'll die before you can take my child!" she said.
"All right then." Hetumik said calmly. "Kill her."
One of his guards moved forward and took care of Listapa.
"Now, bring the child to me. I want to kill him myself." Hetumik demanded.
But his guard had a better idea.
"I think we should raise the child as a Gerudo. There are certain uses that they could have."
Hetumik gave no thought to the idea before replying. "No. We cannot allow another male Gerudo to live in the desert. There can only be one."
"And there only will be." said the guard. "It's a girl."
Now Hetumik gave thought to it.
"But, legends always tell of the Hero being male. It's never been a female in all of Hyrule's history." he thought aloud.
"Let's raise her. Then she can prove useful to us." The guard .
"Yes. Let's." Hetumik agreed. "If we can get her to help us, then she could prove useful. We'll raise this girl."
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That's the prolouge. I've got chapters one and two written, I'll upload them when I get some reviews.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zelda; I've previously stated this in earlier fics. I own Tarara, and every other character that I've created that doesn't appear in any game. I own this sad, sad story as well, so go ahead and read it. Flames are accepted.
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Prolouge
IT WAS a bad time in the world of Hyrule. It was the middle of the Feild War, which had been taking place between the Hylians, Zoras, and Gorons for six months.
Many Hylians were afraid of total war, so they left to anyplace where the inhabatants hadn't been into the war.
One man, a young adult named Grunk, fled the the Nabooru Desert. He knew that the Gerudo lived there, and that they were letting several Hylians in.
"What is your business here?" The Gerudo at the gate to the desert asked Grunk as he approached. They were a race of females, only one male born every one-hundred years.
"I want to hide in the desert, I fear that I will lose my life if I stay in any other place." Grunk explained to the guard.
"You mean that silly war hasn't ended yet?" The Gerudo laughed.
This made Grunk feel better. If this Gerudo could make fun of the war, then maybe the Gerudo wouldn't join in it. He could be safe here until it was over.
Grunk laughed with the Gerudo. "No, not yet." He replied. "But I can't stand to be in it anymore. It's just horrible, dead people all around; the street across from my house was blown up with Goron explosives just a couple days ago."
"Well then, I beleive that is enough reason to let you live with in the desert." The Gerudo said, opening the gate that led inside. "Just tell them that Listapa let you in, and you should be fine." she laughed heartily again. She liked this Grunk guy already.
As Grunk walked into the Gerudo Fortress, he saw why many a man called the Gerudo sculptures and houses the most beautiful and well-made in all of Hyrule.
The homes were stacked upon each other, like the ones that someone in our world will see if they look at the ancient pueblos. Except, they were carved out of stone and the walls were perfectly straight.
The whole place was crowded with Gerudo; all of them female and in a hurry. Grunk wanted to stop one of them to ask where the fugitives were hiding, but none of them seemed very interested in him.
Then he spotted it, there were several Hylian women outside. They were all doing laundry or other chores. Grunk walked over to them.
"A new refugee?" One of the ladies asked. She sounded as though she was very bored.
"Yep." Grunk nodded.
"Then you'll be staying here." the lady said casually. She was beating a dirty rug and was very immensed in cleaning it.
"Okay." Grunk agreed. "It's doesn't look so bad."
"You won't be saying that in a few weeks." the lady said, still paying more attention to the rug than Grunk.
"Why?" Grunk asked curiously. He couldn't think of why the place would look worse in a few weeks.
"You get tired of living here pretty quickly." The lady replied. "By the way, my name's Maria. You'll soon get to know every Hylian here very well. And don't hang around the Gerudo too much. They don't trust men."
Right then, Grunk decided that he didn't like Maria. It might have been that she was disspirited from living in the desert too long, but she was not very opptimistic and she kept the same bored tone every time she spoke.
AS THE weeks went by, Grunk found that he was getting to enjoy life in the desert very much. He didn't get to know the other refugees as well as Maria told him he would. Instead, Grunk got to know the Gerudo and was soon trusted by all but a few of them.
One that didn't trust him was the only male Gerudo that lived in the desert, Hetumik.
It was on Grunk's first run in with Hetumik that he realized how dangerous the Gerudo king was.
"You, the Hylian." Hetumik called to Grunk as he finished talking with one of the Gerudo, only a week since he had got there.
"Yes?" Grunk replied, not knowing what else to say. He figured that Hetumik wouldn't be so bad, the other Gerudo were nice to him.
"Why are you talking with the Gerudo?" Hetumik demanded.
"Because I have no one else to talk to." Grunk shrugged.
"You should stick to the home with the other refugees. You can talk to them." Hetumik said. "I don't want to see you here in the fortress aga-"
Hetumik suddenly fell silent. He looked at Grunk as though he wasn't believing what he was seeing.
"What is it?" Grunk asked. "What's wrong?"
"You...." Hetumik started, but his voice trailed off. He was looking scared, his green face turning slightly white.
"I... I what?" Grunk urged.
"You carry the blood of the ancient hero." Hetumik said, his scared look starting to curve into a dangerous one.
"Ancient hero?" Grunk laughed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
But Hetumik was too busy to listen. He called two guards forward. One was the guard from the gate when Grunk came to the valley. The other Grunk didn't know.
"Merope, Listapa, he's the one that carries the blood of the hero. I want you to take care of him." Hetumik said to the guards.
Grunk was suddenly very scared. Take care of him? What did Hetumik mean by that?
"Why?" said Listapa, who was the one that Grunk knew. "If he doesn't have a child, you're in no danger."
"Yes, but we don't want to take any chances." Hetumik snapped. "There's too big a chance that he will."
"What are you talking about?!" Exploded Grunk, who was getting very confused about the whole thing.
But they were too busy talking among themselves to pay any attention to Grunk's shout. They had lowered their voices so that Grunk couldn't hear them, but he caught occaisonal phrases.
"I think it's something we can risk." Listapa argued.
"Why? If the hero is born we're in trouble." Merope said.
"Think about it." Listapa replied angrily, no longer bothering to keep her voice down. "If we kill him, we will arouse suspicion from the Hylians and stand a good chance of being dragged into this war."
"WILL SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!" Grunk yelled.
Listapa and Merope exchanged looks.
"You're going to live, for now." Merope said.
The two guards left, leaving Grunk alone with Hetumik.
"Listen to me, boy." Hetumik said dangerously. "If I catch you doing something that's against me or my orders, you will be prosecuted. It's because of Listapa that you're even alive now."
With that, Hetumik left. Now Grunk was alone on the street, all of the other Gerudo had fled when Hetumik had come. Grunk felt as lost as he did a few minutes ago. All that he knew was that he had been saved from being prosecuted for carrying the blood of a hero.
This is making my head hurt! Grunk thought, I had better go back to the refugee camp.
But before Grunk had left the street, a voice called him.
"Grunk! Come back!"
Grunk whipped around to see Listapa running towards him. "What is it?" he asked.
"I bet you have no idea what you are." Listapa said, coming closer.
"No, I have no idea. I don't know what I just almost lost my life." Grunk replied, growing irritable and miserable after that last experience.
"You carry the blood of the legendary Hero of Time." Listapa explained. "The next person in your family will be the Hero of Time, they are only born every One-Hundred years. But Hetumik is worried because all ancient legends that include this hero have the hero defeating the Gerudo king."
"So my child will be the Hero of Time?" Grunk said, surprised.
"Yes." Listapa responded. "I think that Hetumik will do anything to prevent you from having a child, and kill it if you do."
"Thank you for letting me know." Grunk said, turning to go back to the refugee house.
AS GRUNK came to feel more at home at the Gerudo Fortress, he fell in love with Listapa, and she fell in love with him. They were careful to advoid being together under Hetumik's watchful eye; and Merope was, if anything, worse.
Nine months after Grunk came to live with the Gerudo, disaster struck. Listapa came to see Grunk right after she heard the news.
"Oh, Grunk. This is horrible!" She said to him.
"What is it?" Grunk asked anxiously
Listapa flung her arms around Grunk's neck and sounded as though she was about to cry. "The Gerudo have been dragged into the war! Hetumik is ordering all of the refugees to be executed at dawn. And worse than that, I am going to have a baby!"
Grunk knew that Hetumik would be more likely to kill him than any of the other Hylians; especially now that the Hero of Time was going to be born in a matter of months.
"There's no way I could escape without one of the other Gerudo detecting me. I have no choice but to face it and die." Grunk said, seeing no other way out.
"You must try!" Listapa shreiked, outraged. Now tears were really streaming down her cheeks. "I love you Grunk, and it's more noble to die trying to escape rather than sitting here and waiting for it."
"No, Listapa." Grunk replied defiantly. "It's more noble to face death rather than try and escape it. I must let them-"
Grunk was interupted by a small squad of Gerudo marching into his quarters. They were followed by none other than Hetumik and Merope.
"Grunk!" Hetumik roared. "The other Hylians will die at sunrise tomorrow; but you will die now so I can be sure you don't escape. I have had several chances to kill you over the past months; and I should've done it when you entered this desert. But Listapa has given you borrowed time." He looked sharply at the guards that surrounded him. "Take him away!"
At his command, the guards surrounded Grunk and put him in chains so he couldn't escape.
"Take Listapa too. She will witness his death, but she will not die herself, yet." Hetumik growled, as Merope and two other guards overpowered Listapa and led her after Hetumik. The little proccession left Grunk's chambers and headed toward the archery course.
Once they got there, they hooked Grunk's chains to the rocky cliff that was behind the targets, which had all been removed. Grunk watched as the guards that had been holding him carried Hetumik a bow and a quiver full of arrows.
Hetumik took an arrow out of the quiver and fitted it into the bow. He took careful aim and said, "I shall enjoy watching your last moments."
With that, Hetumik let go of the arrow and, with a yelp from Listapa, Grunk died.
A FEW months after the Field War ended, Listapa gave birth to a child. Right after the child was born, Hetumik and a band of his followers appeared. Hetumik had been steadily gaining power over the past months and now ruled the desert with an iron fist.
"Listapa, give me the child." Hetumik roared. "I can sense what he is; that he has the power to destroy me. Give him here and I shall destroy him before he has the chance to fullfill his destiny."
Listapa, however, held the child close to her. "I'll die before you can take my child!" she said.
"All right then." Hetumik said calmly. "Kill her."
One of his guards moved forward and took care of Listapa.
"Now, bring the child to me. I want to kill him myself." Hetumik demanded.
But his guard had a better idea.
"I think we should raise the child as a Gerudo. There are certain uses that they could have."
Hetumik gave no thought to the idea before replying. "No. We cannot allow another male Gerudo to live in the desert. There can only be one."
"And there only will be." said the guard. "It's a girl."
Now Hetumik gave thought to it.
"But, legends always tell of the Hero being male. It's never been a female in all of Hyrule's history." he thought aloud.
"Let's raise her. Then she can prove useful to us." The guard .
"Yes. Let's." Hetumik agreed. "If we can get her to help us, then she could prove useful. We'll raise this girl."
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That's the prolouge. I've got chapters one and two written, I'll upload them when I get some reviews.
