Chapter 1
"Once you learn these spells, they will come naturally to you, so remember the basic steps: concentrate on your spell, find your center, and focus your ener- ARE YOU LISTENING?!"
And elder Gerudo threw her scroll down when she noticed her student was looking out the small hut window instead of paying attention to her speech. When the scroll made a loud snap after making contact with the floor, the young buy jolted out of his subconsciousness and returned to his upright sitting position, like any good student would.
It had been 12 short years since his release into the world, but the only things he's seen from it was the hot sand and sun and the deadly sandstorms of the day, which were followed by the frozen winds of the night. His hair was long enough to be tied in a small ponytail. His clothes consisted of a small shawl made of pure Gerudo cloth, a small brown chest piece which he rarely wore due to the heat, large red pants, and light arm warmers. Most of his garments have the traditional Gerudo symbols and colours on them.
The young prince Ganondorf had been spending his years in the hot desert, away from the other female Gerudoes, learning about what any student needed to know: magic, history, and life. Though, during his sit down lessons, he could not stop his wandering mind take him farther than the desert walls. And for this, he was often chided at by his mentors.
"S-sorry, Elder Kotake! I'll pay attention now, I promise!"
"How do you expect to be a great King if you don't pay attention to your lessons?! You'll fall and flop before you even get to the throne!" Kotake exclaimed in a fiery fit.
Kotake, one of the Twinrova sisters, taught- or attempted to teach – the young prince of magic spells and the like. She herself being an ice witch with her fire controlling sister, Koume, the two are known for riding broom sticks and casting spells on weary travelers and forcing them to do whatever they wished. But as of late, they had not been able to join the other women in their heists, mostly due to the aging and restless Ganondorf.
With a withered sigh, she scratched the tip of her large, wart-covered nose with a long wrinkled finger, before letting out another sigh.
"We've went over everything needed today. Now go on, scram! You have an hour before your fighting lesson begins," she finally huffed, waving her wrinkled hand in a dismissing gesture.
"R-really?! Oh thank you, Elder, thank you!" the boy's tired face suddenly lit up with joy, bowing before his teacher before exiting the small hut in a quick sprint. His feet carried him to an old oasis, which was a long way away from the thieves' hideout. He washed his sweaty face with the cool liquid, having it drivel down his tan, sweaty skin. It relaxed him so. He was just about ready to jump in when he heard the sound of galloping horses in the distance. He looked up to see a group of women riding horses. Of course, it was no other than his fellow Gerudo women. He watched as they ran threw a crevasse in the sandy mountains. He wanted a simple peek as to where they were headed, and ran up to the entrance of the crevasse.
He never noticed before, but there was a long path through the valley, and from it blew a wind he never felt before. He ran to the gorge, and the wind blew a little stronger. This wind- it wasn't like the one he was used to. The desert wind always blew sand in his eyes, and it was usually extremely hot in the day and freezing at night. But the wind from the valley was different. It wasn't harsh and strong- it was gentle, and wasn't hot, but it wasn't cold. It played with his hair, which was promptly tied in a small ponytail; it brushed the sweat from his face and exposed skin.
He liked this wind.
He wanted more of this wind… he longed for something like this wind. He began to run. Running towards the source of this wonderful breeze. The farther he ran, the cooler it got, even though the sun was still out. As he ran, he noticed something strange. The rocks that surrounded him… they went from the colour of the sand to a different colour… and it was growing green hair. His mind tried to comprehend what he was seeing. The hard rock road was turning into soft dirt. Yet it was much softer and cooler as it rubbed against his bare feet. This wonderful breeze was getting closer, and so much more desirable.
He made it out of the valley to see a bridge that linked to another valley. Under the bridge was a river… but he had never seen so much water before. And he thought the tiny oasis was a lot! He crossed the long bridge and continued towards the other side. Once he passed the smaller valley, he saw something he had never seen before.
There was more of that strange green hair coming out of the ground, he heard vultures… but the sound they made was much more pleasant, and they were so much smaller. There were strange coloured weeds in some spots in the hair, some pink, some yellow. He looked farther out to see more of this green hair.
And out in the distance, he saw a huge building. It must have been a temple or something. There was a huge wall around it, so it would have been hard for anyone to break in. The young prince was astonished at what he saw. What kind of place was this? He looked to the right of the temple wall to see a smaller village. But the huts- they were huge! Bigger than any of the huts in his village. That village was the base of a large mountain that poured smoke from its summit. He looked even farther out to see a huge waterfall; larger than the one he passed by earlier. Another turn of the head brought him to a strange opening, surrounded by huge weeds with more green hair on them.
All these sights, all these smells. And the wind- this was the source of this wonderful wind.
"Where…am I? What is this…what is this wonderful place?"
His jaw nearly reached the floor in amazement. He looked to his left to see a small sigh. He walked up to it, but there was some wet green hair on it, so it was hard to read. From what he could make out, it said…
"WELCOME TO HYRULE FIELD."
"H-Hai-rool Fee-lduh…?" He never heard of such a place, but he liked the ring it had. He wanted to explore this new world. He wanted to run and roll in the strange green hair popping out of the strange smooth sand. He wanted to drink the strangely clear water coming from that huge waterfall.
He wanted this new world for himself.
He was about to take a step forward, but was stopped; it was like someone put their hand on his chest, pushing him back. In the back of his mind, he heard someone whispering to him.
"Now's not the time. You have a lesson right now, do you not?"
A lesson… Ganondorf finally realized what that meant. His eyes quickly shot up towards the direction of the sun. An hour had passed.
"M-my fighting lesson!!" He started for the crevasse again before stopping to take another look at this new world. "I'll…I'll be back…I wanna see this world…" and with that, he turned his back to the wind and ran for his horrible desert.
Sadly, that wasn't the "lesson" the deity was referring to. The lesson had a deeper meaning.