The vast rolling hills of Hyrule stretched before him from atop the hill separating Gerudo Valley and Hyrule. The journey was long, even for his massive black Gerudo stallion, but it was worth the reward. This last torturous visit would solidify his place with the King of Hyrule. Finally he could end the charade and collect the Triforce. With the castle in sight he traveled on horseback at a steady walking pace, even though his mind was rushing with images of the world as he imagined it. Despite his dark demeanor, the people of the market and village had grown accustomed to his presence and no longer turned their heads when he arrived. That would change all too soon and they would be forced to show him the respect he deserved.
Why did he do it? Well, power of course. Born as the King of the Gerudo Thieves he was privileged with a lot of luxuries. The desert was not one of them and his people suffered. Hyrule was the perfect kingdom: beautiful and plentiful. There were just a few obstacles to eliminate. Hyrule was home to the legendary Triforce, one of many stories he was told by the witches who raised him. It was more than legend though, and he would take it for himself. With it, Hyrule, and the entire world, would be his. Finally, he and his people could live in the prosperity they deserved.
The guards granted him access at the front gate and led his horse to the stable. It had taken many visits for the stallion to accept the guards as caretakers and for the guards to learn the right way to handle him. He was surprised none of the guards were killed with the way his horse bucked and kicked the first time they met. The guard opened the castle's front door and he walked inside.
The main room was as tall as it was long, with a polished and spotless stone floor, which led to a long hallway surrounded by a beautiful garden of flowers and foliage. Windows were placed evenly every few feet to allow the abundant sunshine to light the hallway and the throne room. As always, the king sat regally upon his throne to await his visit. The garden continued around the throne room, but on the right was a window that led to the courtyard, the most elegant area in the entire castle.
He followed the red velvet carpet down the hall to the entranceway of the throne room. The moment he stepped one foot inside the doorway, his wrists were bound by iron shackles. He froze. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked stiffly, disguising his anger with curiosity.
"Ganondorf Dragmire, King of the Gerudo Thieves," the King of Hyrule announced, "you are hereby under arrest."
"And what are the accusations?" he questioned.
"You are charged with treason and intent to murder the royal family," he replied sternly.
Ganondorf jiggled the shackles that were attached to his wrists. The guards holding the other end were almost as built as he was. The King of Hyrule had enough sense to know that if he would struggle only the strongest men could hold him. He could have easily broken free from his bonds until a strong pain ached at his mind and body. The source came from a young girl, around ten years of age, standing by the door to the courtyard.
"See Father, I told you he was an evil man," the Princess said in her tiny voice.
Ganondorf glared at her with a look so evil, she shivered. "I see. You believe the imagination of a child over the word of a man?"
"I believe the intuition of my daughter over a stranger that came to my kingdom and made false promises of an alliance." The King waved his arm from left to right and the guards pulled Ganondorf down the hall and toward the dungeon. He struggled, but the sorcery the Princess used kept most of his dark powers at bay. That would not discourage him.
He laughed mockingly. "You disappoint me, Daphnes." Where the King thought he won, Ganondorf saw only opportunity. To win and be truly powerful he still required the Triforce, but perhaps this situation would lead him right to it. As always, he was confident, and would allow events to unfold.
