(A/N) Hello! Here's the next oneshot in this series. This word was suggested by A fan of zelda, so thanks for the word suggestion! :D
This one isn't as long, but the next one is longer, so hopefully that will make up for this one being short.
Happy(maybe) reading!
Barbaric
Dusk rapidly approached. The bright golden sun was sinking below the shimmering sands, leaving a scattered painting of reds and purples and oranges in its wake.
Gold eyes looked on as the burning heat from the ball of fire slowly faded and cold began to seep into the dunes. The eyes narrowed as their owner thought of the blissful green fields of Hyrule and its plentiful bounty of fresh crop.
He hissed in anger and spite, and clenched his fist.
Barbaric. That was what the Hyrulians thought of the Gerudo. They stole from caravans, they abducted men from towns, they dressed as warriors and were generally inhospitable.
All of these were true, in a way.
The Gerudo stole from caravans because the Hyrulians had driven them out into the harsh, unforgiving territory of the Great Desert and had no way to grow crops on their own. They took men from Hyrule because there simply were no men in the tribe, and no man would willingly come to them because of all the false tales spun about them. They dressed as warriors because that was what they were, that was what they had to become after being banished to the desert. They didn't talk to non-Gerudo in a polite way because most of the time they had to prepare to fight or kill.
It wasn't a pleasant life, but it was one the Gerudo had to adapt to.
In reality, it was the Hyrulians that were the barbaric ones. They refused to trade with the Gerudo, or even let them into Hyrule peacefully to work, raise their daughters, or even to find a husband. No, Hyrule was very strict about their border control, and it angered the Gerudo's king.
Throughout Hyrule and the surrounding lands he was known as the King of Thieves, because that was what the rest of the world saw him as, but in truth, he was the king of a once-proud tribe of warriors who sought only to make a life in the land they had been given.
The King had sworn to one day take back some of Hyrule's land and give it to his people so that they would prosper as the Hyrulians did. It was unfair, how the Gorons and Zora and even the Deku lived in peace, just happily drifting from day to day within the borders of Hyrule, when the Gerudo had to fight for their lives every waking moment, whether against the brutal heat or harsh cold.
Needless to say, the Gerudo were a very abused tribe. And their king wanted to remedy that.
It wasn't long before his gold eyes caught sight of a small group of Hylian men skirting the edge of the desert, seemingly moving at such a late time so as not to be seen by Gerudo lookouts.
The King would see to it that these vagabonds would recieve justice. He gathered together a selection on warriors that were strong but stealthy and left the fortress.
They dispatched of the scouts easily and silently, and before the men knew what had hit them the Gerudo women had scimitars by their necks and their hand behind their backs.
The King smirked as he walked into the Hylians' view, his gold eyes glimmering in the low light. The man who appeared to be the leader was shoved down on his knees in front of the Gerudo King, shaking in fear.
"Good," thought the King to himself, "As he should be."
"What are you doing in Gerudo territory?" the King growled.
The man didn't answer, instead choosing to look down and quiver. The King was displeased and drew his own sword, pushing the man's chin up with the tip of the blade. Dark red blood began to seep out of the small cut, and the man whimpered.
"I do not want to repeat myself, slime." snarled the King, pressing the sword harder against the Hylian's throat.
"W-we were m-merely t-travelling!" the man gasped, his eyes bulging. "P-please! We aren't h-here to at-attack you!"
"Hmph," the King sneered and pulled his sword away, letting the man's chin fall.
"Not that you careā¦" muttered the Hylian in a quiet voice. The King's ears picked up on this however, and he smirked again, whirling around.
"No, you are right." he said to the man's head, which was now a few feet away from his body, having been severed by the King's sword. "I do not particularly care."
(A/N) Hehe, that was actually a little bit amusing. Presumably this is Ganondorf, but it could just be another Gerudo King. I dunno, you decide.
Thanks for reading! If you have any word suggestions(remember, I've already writted 'C') then let me know and I'll see what I can do. Or if you have any Legend of Zelda villains you want me to write about, just tell me and I'll work on it! :3
