Four figures raced across the desert landscape. The first, a man named Nath, was plainly dressed in simple tan robes his face covered to protect his eyes from the sand. His camel was white and obviously dying from exhuastion. Looking back he saw they were gaining.
Those chasing the man wore robes of many colors. They and their camels resembling nothing more than rainbows. Though their clothes couldn't have been more festive their mission couldn't have been darker. They were mages of the desert and their camels would not falter, Nath would die.
"Shit!", Nath screamed as his camel finally collapsed. He hit the sand hard and rolled to his feet already running. "He's a quick one isn't he," commented one of the mages as they caught up with and surrounded him. "Your crimes are many Nath as are your faults. It's sad to see stupidity is one of those faults." said the leader of the mages as he removed the wrap from his head exposing the man beneath.
"Come on Gano spare me. For old times sake", pleaded Nath. "Sorry old friend but business is business and you angered the wrong people. And frankly the wrong people have a lot of money", said Gano as he and the other mages lifted their right hands in unison. "No!" screams Nath as multicolored lights envelope him. Then the lights faded leaving nothing but a slight smudge on the sand.
"Graaaaa", Nath's camel bellows from the side. "It's still alive?" remarks the smallest of the three men. "Obviously", remarks Gano. "Go put it out of its misery and then get ready, we have a long journey home." The small mage nods and moves over to the moaning camel. Suddenly from the sand sprouts hundreds of small spinning green creatures the likes of which they have never seen before. The creatures fall easily before the mages combined might.
"What are these things?" exclaims the third mage as he scans the ground for more. "I don't know but the little spinny things are dangerous that's for sure" says the little mage as he wipes sweat from his brow. "Yes but they may well be the least of our problems now" says Gano as he looks to the horizon were a group of horsemen wait and watch.
"I will die bravely my brothers" says the third mage as he draws his scimitar. The others nod and repeat the action, their magic was running out after killing Nath then fighting the sand creatures. "Here they come with weapons drawn" say the third mage with a tone of resignation. "They're women!", exclaims the little mage. "Then we will just have to kill them gently won't we!" yells Gano letting loose a bolt of lightning.
Time is a warped thing in battle as you lose yourself in did just that as his sword dipped in and out of the bandits. His robes once of many colors now only showed one, red. Theril the little mage fell first. He was a pure mage and had little skill with a sword, so when his magic failed so did he. Zerafall was more skilled with his sword, but not enough it seemed as two of the women hit him splitting him in two. Then it was just him and a circle of women.
Suddenly all went black for Gano as he fell to the sand. What he did not know was that he had held the bandits off for half an hour. The women did not kill him though, as they looked at his broken body. "Ajiray will wish to see this man", stated a young warrior named Nabooru. They all agreed with her. "Lift him gently, but quickly, he will be no use to Ajiray if he is dead." They all did as Nabooru said because though the youngest of the women there she had proven her self worthy of their respect when she took down the now limp mage.
"I'm not dead?" said Gano, opening his eyes. "You would be useless to me if you were", said a seductive voice. Turning his head Gano locks eyes with the speaker of the remark. A woman of remarkable beauty. "But how?" Gano asks. "Do you know of Threak Root?" she asks, but immediately knows the answer as his tan face pales with understanding. Threak Root could hold a person in life no matter how wounded that person may be, but all things come at a cost. Those who take the root would live for one final day then become one of the undead more specifically they become a Redead.
"What do you want from me?" Gano asks, his tone showing his resignation of the inevitable. "A child", she states without any hint of embarrassment, the Gerudo breed for strength and this man had shown his without question. "Then take what you want from me and give me my death" he says as he closes his eyes. Ajiray nods knowing it could be no other way.
The next day Ajiray stands outside her tent watching the sunset. "Did you give him the death he deserves?" asks Nabooru as she walks up from behind. "No Koume and Kotake took him just before he turned." "A warrior of his skill does not deserve that sort of fate", responds Nabooru. "A deal is a deal though they gave me the herb and I gave them him." Nabooru shakes her head and walks off.
"We need a strong ruler to lead us and make us more than desert theives and I will do what ever is needed to accomplish that goal" mumbles Ajiray as the sun sets and she thinks of the son she has inside her. "Ganondorf is what I shall name you" she says remembering what the witches had told her. Of how she now would have a son of greatness who would shake the world with his presence. With these thoughts Ajiray steps into her tent to sleep. Tomorrow she would begin preparations.