Hello. For anyone who read the first chapter before I fixed it I am deeply sorry. What happened was I accidentally tacked on the beginning of the second chapter
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Destiny is a curious word it is most often used to mean the thing one was meant to do in their life but what is its true meaning? Most often Destiny is positive meaning the hero will prevail. But destiny is not always so benign.
The king Gannondorf of the Gerudo sat on his throne Musing about his name. His name was something of a contradiction. He had been named for a Gerudo king of the past. To an outsider- an ignorant one – this would not seem strange but to a Gerudo or an outsider even mildly versed in lore it was strange if not ominous.
'Gannondorf' thought the king jokingly 'Master of Darkness and enslaver of Hyrule a good name for the man who fostered the greatest peace between Hyrule and the Gerudo. This was not even mentioning the alliances forged with the Zora, the Gorons, the reclusive Kokiri, and even the strange parallel world of Termina accessible only through magical portals scattered around Hyrule. And then there were the Twili. He had not approached him as he had the others nor had he even known of their existence until they had made themselves known to him.
But Twili or no Gannondorf was the founder and for all intents and purposes the leader of the greatest coalition of nations in the world the league of seven who's combined nations covered the entire continent excluding the tiny nation of Holodrum. This had brought about an era of peace the likes of which had not been seen since the imprisoning wars over 500 years ago.
At the moment however with the way the leaders and delegates of the great league of seven were squabbling you would never know who they were. At the moment the dispute was over crops. Both the Twili and the Termians wanted to be allowed to grow plants native to their own worlds, the leaders of the nations in this world believed that it would harm the environment of their native lands.
"Silence" bellowed Gannondorf abruptly over the squabbling delegates. "The Twili and Termians wish to harvest the crops they sow do they not?"
"Of course" said the Termian delegate to which the Twili delegate nodded.
"Then" Gannondorf began "I have a solution. The Twili and Termian farms will be allowed t be planted here however they must be protected by magical barriers to prevent them from being spread by birds animals or the wind. Do all find this acceptable?"
One by one the delegates nodded their c tiredly "I suggest a recess until tomorrow" All the delegates agreed wholeheartedly as it was late into the night.
After a quick meal and bath the "dark lord" settled down on his bed musing about his title both official and otherwise. Officially his title was "The uniter" but among the folks of all lands but his own he was known as Gannondorf the "Dark and Good." This was due to his style of dress from black armor to dark jackets with complex fastenings. However it was also a reference to his magic, which by virtue of his birth as the only male Gerudo was both powerful and took the visible form of dark black and purple fire thus "dark."
Those outside his own people but for a chance encounter would likely have never known this negligible fact widely. While Gannondorf was journeying to Hyrule castle for his first meeting with the king he stopped at a small village and as he had only a very small entourage he stayed in the town's inn rather than making a camp outside of it. The simple villagers welcomed him as royalty regardless of his country of origin. During the night however bandits attacked the village. The town guards accustomed only to near-mindless goblin raiders were being overwhelmed when he arrived along with his guards. While Gannondorf was instrumental in the battle He had not as the stories put it killed an entire army single-handedly.
Suddenly a scream from the dinning chamber of his palace shattered his thoughts. Jumping up and sending out a mental command he brought his armor flying to him and fitting itself onto him in seconds. He immediately ran out the door and down the corridor on the way he saw one of his guards slumped in a corner her eyes glazed her body run through on her own scimitar. Gritting his teeth he ran on making a mental promise to punish whoever had done this.
Running into the great hall the first thing he saw was the Kokiri delegate who for all of being the eldest delegate looked no older than ten years old. The "little girl" was running towards him her eyes open wide in terror when she seemed to trip a small breath of air escaping her mouth; She fell face down on the floor revealing the dagger in her back and the one who threw it.
He was small of build barely five and a half feet to Gannondorf's near eight. His hair was blond nearly white and is cloths a simple tunic of chainmail sewn into fabric which was also white. He wore a floppy almost comical hat in a shade of gray so light it was almost white with a tail that reached to the nape of his neck. And his eyes – his eyes were cold dead and gray.
Together this image made for a disturbing contrast to the carnage surrounding him. Every one of the delegates lay on the ground around him many of them chopped up grotesquely as well as several guards who had been killed in a less gruesome manner. Despite the carnage the man had caused he had only a single spot of blood on his tunic, which as Gannondorf watched he wiped away with a gloved hand. Through some magic the blood disappeared rather than putting a smear down his tunic and across his glove.
"Well you must be the great Gannondorf the so-called "Dark lord of justice". I've heard so much about you." The unknown man said as he wiped the blood of the leaders of three nations and the ambassadors of another two of the bone white blade of his sword.
"Who are you; what is your name?" Gannondorf growled "I want to know what name to put on the grave the pulp that is all that is left of your body will be buried in"
"Humph" the man snorted coldly "My name is Link but in the unlikely event that you kill me I would like to be cremated it always seemed more fitting"
"Before I kill you," Gannondorf said barely restraining himself "why?"
"Because destiny demands it." The man said dully.
Howling with anger Gannondorf leapt across the room bringing a fist blazing with dark energy down towards the man with enough force to shatter the strangers blade in the unlikely event that he brought it up in time to stop his fist. Or at least… it should have been but when the Gerudo connected he stopped rather than pummeling the puny stranger into dust. He realized that he had been blocked by the man's sword without pause he moved his feet down and launched himself backwards away from the stranger. In midair he launched two balls of dark fire at the warrior who merely batted them aside despite the fact that they should have immediately detonated on impact with his sword. 'So' Ganondorf thought 'that is no ordinary blade'
Landing against the wall he cushioned his impact with a burst of power from his feet cushioning his impact and making a small crater in the stone of the wall. Without pause he released another burst of power from his feet launching himself not at but past the pale man flipping around in midair so he hit the wall feet first and once again launched himself with a burst of energy this time directly at the man both fists pulled back and blazing with energy this time at the man's back however when he stopped moving he noticed once again that the man was still alive. The man had blocked his first punch with his sword and caught the other by the wrist just above the burning power that would have torn his hand apart.
"Mistake" The Gerudo grinning and shot a ball of energy from his chest sending the man spinning across the room.
Noticing that the mans sword had been knocked from his hand he dashed up to the man and prepared to bring his fist down onto the bastards pathetic body.
As Gannondorf brought his fist down time seemed to slow as he noticed that not only was the killer was awake but he had somehow managed to get a hold of a guard's scimitar. He had also managed to get it up to block his punch however the unaugmented blade did not stand up to his punch and broke in two where he impacted it. A fraction of a second later his fist connected with the man's chest although at a slower speed than originally intended so it was non-fatal. At nearly the exact same time the broken top half of the scimitar connected with his shoulder sliding between the two plates of his armor and into the muscle beneath. Roaring in pain he grabbed the blade and pulled it out
Looking down at the Murderer he raised the blade above his head and prepared to slam it into his neck. At that moment an arrow whizzed past his face relying on combat instinct he whirled into a crouch and put up a shield with his magic and sent a line of flame arcing at his assailant"
'Damn it' thought the king at the door was around twenty moblin archers. Now moblins alone -unintelligent unorganized and weak- were no challenge to Gannondorf and he likely would have fought them. However accompanying the moblins were 5 Darknuts Giant suits of possessed armor he had fought a Darknut before and knew he could beat one likely even five. But with Moblins backing them up and wounded to boot not even he could prevail. Glancing at the Pale man he realized he couldn't afford to finish him off. Gritting his teeth in frustration he threw the sword piece at the man, sent a wall of flames at the monsters to stop the stream of arrows that had been hitting his shield and propelled himself to a high window with energy from his feet. He then took a moment too look down at the man the dagger had hit him in the shoulder a non fatal hit if treated so assuming that the monsters were under his command he would live. Jumping down from the window and cushioning his fall with more dark fire he. As he scaled the cliff that was on three sides of his castle Gannondorf felt a small satisfaction at the long and painful recovery he had cost the assassin. In addition to the knife wound he had likely broken most if not all of the man's ribs with his two magic blasts. But this itself disturbed him; as well any one of his blasts should have incapacitated the man. He had never met anyone like him but something about the man's fighting style reminded him of his own. Not at its surface for Gannondorf relied on constantly battering down his opponents' defense whereas Link defended and dodged until he saw an opening. No it was more complex than that it was the way he held himself. That man was not used to losing not used to even having to try just like Gannondorf.
Then Gannondorf realized why the name Link sounded familiar. It was the Parallel, so to speak, of his own. It was the name of the hero of legend who had conquered his namesake. 'So' Gannondorf mused 'you fancy yourself a hero link? Well this story will have a bit of a different ending. And with this Gannondorf realized what the murderers next goal would be if he sought to re-enact the legend. And so Gannondorf the "dark and good strode off into the darkness for Hyrule castle.