Chapter One: Once in a Hundred Years…
It was a quiet day in the desert fortress. The hot sand surrounded the complex, kicking itself up with the wind, and blowing over the buildings. The Gerudo worked happily in the keep, unafraid. There was nothing to fear in the fortress. And whatever they would fear was quickly dealt with. Two of the girls were playing Hop Scotch out the front of a particular hovel. They were the daughters of Nurse Wayamad, the chief midwife. The girls continued their game, in spite of the importance of what was happening inside. Not that anyone knew.
"One, two, three…" said one of the girls, as she hopped the spaces, and picked up the stone, and then began on the rest. "Four, five, seven."
"Hey! You missed out on six!" Said the other girl.
"Did not!" Said the one playing.
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did t…" But she was interrupted by a scream from inside the house. The baby was being born.
Inside, it was obvious the mother was struggling with the newborn. More then any other she's seen in a long time, thought Nurse Wayamad. The lady kept pushing, sometimes letting out a large scream.
"Marget, it's going to be okay, just give it a few more pushes." Said the Nurse.
She kept yelling. Nurse Wayamad was worried. Death by childbirth was rare with the Gerudo, most of them being very strong women, but Marget was having trouble with this one. Her first daughter thought Wayamad. She must be very proud.
"One more push, that's it Marget!" Said Wayamad.
She released a huge scream, and then it was over… well, it had really all began.
"What should I name her?" Said Marget.
"I think she looks like a…" And she gasped.
"What's the matter? Is she sick?" Said Marget.
"No… she's not sick. But it's not a she."
"What do you mean, Wayamad?"
"Look for yourself." And she turned the child towards the worn out mother.
It was no girl. It was a boy. The first in one hundred years.
"My… my gods!" She said.
"You know what I think?"
"What do you think?"
"I think he looks like a Ganondorf." Said Nurse Wayamad smugly.
The mother took hold of the baby, and cradled it in her arms, and he fell sound asleep.
"Yes… little Ganon." Said Marget.
The baby sighed and continued his peaceful sleep. Little did he know he was to rule the desert, and the Gerudo.