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I exit the Temple of Time and am shocked. The land is black and filled with the scent of rotting corpses. I walk down the pathway and stop as I see two Hylian Soldiers.

"Hey!" the first hollers.

"A Gerudo is at the temple!" hollers the other behind him to unseen men. The two race towards me fearlessly. My eyes widen as their blades glisten in the moonlight. They are going to kill me.

As they charge to me, I see a group of five or six others close behind. I trip on the stairs and fall as I back away. I look around in my panicked fear for a way out, but my body is too weak to move. Thankfully, adrenaline hits me and I push myself up just before they can grab at me. I make a beeline to the southern manmade pond as I hear the clashing of their weapons hitting the steps. The pond fools me into thinking it is shallow. I fall and quickly stand back up soaking. I turn my head back to see the soldiers still racing at me. I duck-run through the pond and jump up to the grass, as I hear yelling from them, I jump over the iron fence. From that point on, I do not look back.

The air is thick with black smoke clouding everything. I wave my hand at the air to stop my eye from burning too much. I am in an area I have never treaded before. Somehow, I manage to get into the field of Hyrule. This is different too; there seems to be a war going on that I have ever so easily walked right into. Unfortunately, I am only armed with an ocarina… if you must know; it is really a useless weapon.

Men around me are dying and hundreds are crying out in pain and fear. I have not been in such a gruesome place since the Hylian Civil War. A man charges at me in traditional Sheikah armour. His blade slides past my stomach as I hunch over dodging it. A Sheikah? I fall back and hit the ground hard from a body falling on me. I push the lifeless thing off and take his weapons. The Sheikah glares at me with a smile.

"Gerudo, you are far from home," he laughs in the midst of the battle. I prepare myself and raise the sword. "This is not your war to fight," he narrows his eyes and then turns around slicing a man charging at him. He turns back to me, "Why are you here?"

I am silent and suddenly, a sharp pain passes through my upper abdomen. My back arches and I let out a holler. I look down to see blood trickle down from my chest to the mud. The steal twists and I scream. It then is pulled out and I collapse. I cup my wound as I kneel. The pain is a reminder of death; blood is the precious eau de vie.

The Sheikah rushes to my side and props me up, "Are you alright?" I try to yell back 'do I look alright', but my lungs cannot bear to release such force. He nudges me for an answer and I shake my head. "Yuka, Hosan," the man stands and two slim figures turn to him. One finishes a kill and then the two approach him with a bow. The man lifts me to my feet as I moan in pain. "This man needs aid, be sure to make sure he is comfortable-,"

"But Sire-,"

"Aid him," he says in a stern voice, "he is not part of this battle." He grips my shoulder, "I will see you a bit later, if the goddesses allow me to."

I am then handed off to the two slim figures. We walk- well; I, more or less, am carried- through the battlefield. They take turns; one supports me and the other fights off those who follow. I pass out from the blood loss before I can see where they are taking me. When I wake up, I am in a dark tent lit by only a dim lamp. The flame from the lamp casts eerie shadows across the tent's walls. I sit up and clamp my chest. Heat flows from the wound to my hands and I cringe with utter pain.

"You're awake," a silhouette stands before me. The voice is vaguely familiar and as I squint my eyes, I can see that it is the man from the battlefield. He sits on a rug that covers the naked ground. The light shows a cocky smile on his pale face. His hand pushes me back down, "You need rest; the potion needs to do its job."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Who are you, Sheikah?" I say in a hoarse voice.

"My name is Pike, I am the leader of the Sheikah," he smiles with pride. "Now," he sighs shaking his head, "What is a Gerudo doing outside of the fortress? And a male Gerudo at that…" he narrows his eyes waiting for an answer.

The wind blows from outside making the walls quiver and shake. "My name is Ganondorf Dragmire," I wheeze as the pain tightens my chest. "What has happened?" I turn my head to him.

Pike seems perplexed by my question. He reclines himself back, "It is war…" he sweeps his long white hair out of his face, "Do the Gerudos not know what is going on down here?"

I furrow my eyebrows, "I have been in Hyrule for nearly two months, I have spent every day with the king; he has not once mentioned any kind of war-,"

"Did you hit your head?"

"What?" I sit up again making myself clamp my chest.

"This war has been going on for years." His words makes a cold sweat overcome me. 'They have given you a second chance,' Rauru's words ring in my ears.

"The Hylian Civil War…" I whisper.

"Yes," the man smiles with a chuckle.

The flap of the tent opens and a man stands bowing his head, "Pike, we just received word that their moving to the south-,"

"Damn it!" the man hollers hitting his fist to the ground. "Tell Impa to bring the men back. In the morning, we make way. Tonight… we need to recuperate." He shakes his head, "This is ridiculous, every time we get close to a win; they pull a move like that."

I look to him, "The Hylians, Sheikah, Zoras, and Gorons… the Gerudos will join soon." I dart my eyes to the flap and try to stand. Pike grips my wrist and pulls me down roughly making me holler in agony.

"You're not going anywhere, Ganondorf," he narrows his eyes at me. "The Gerudos have no intention to join, I spoke with their military commander, she said so-,"

"She lied," I smile clutching my chest.

"Then perhaps they will think twice before joining after she finds out the Sheikah have one of their people," he stares at me with hate. "I guess I was wrong to say this isn't your war after all," his finger pokes into my wound making me scream. He grabs me by my hair; "Best you sleep with the dogs tonight!" he pulls me out of the tent and throws me to the muddy ground. "Yuka, tie him up," he demands the slim figure who helped me here. "Enjoy being a prisoner of war, Gerudo."