"GANONDORF!" the demon roared. Its voice boomed like thunder across the dark skies. "GANONDORF!" is said again, reaching towards the young man with a black claws. "GANONDORF! YOU WILL SUFFER!" the monster said. Ganondorf said nothing, but stood his ground, standing at his full height. Though his head was pointed down, his amber eyes glared up at the monstrous form reaching out for him. Behind his back, the Gerudo prince held his trident, prongs facing down on the bones that made up the endless fields and hills around him. "You disturb my dream yet again, nameless one. Go one then, end it" he said calmly, just before the beast's claws covered his vision, fading everything to black.
Ganondorf's eyes slid open slowly, as though he had slept a restful and peaceful night. What nightmares had terrified him at a young age, now only succeeded in annoying the teen Gerudo. He said nothing, but laid on his back for a couple minutes, before sitting up in his bed. Jafora and he had returned from their trip the previous night. Though they had missed the main dinner, the two Gerudo had been able to salvage a bowlful of stew each. Ganondorf was particularly pleased with his meal, as he had not eaten in a full day. After dinner, they had retreated to their separate quarters and retired for the night.
Rays of light shown through the window of the prince's chambers, indicating that Ganondorf had slept in. Usually, his day started several hours before the sun had risen, granting him more time in the day to train his body and his mind. However, as he had accomplished what few Gerudo his age had -having killed not one, but four Lizalfos- Jafora had granted him a day's respite as a reward. This was a very rare gift she granted, only doing so when he would surpass her expectations by a fair amount. So, he would make the most of the time he had.
As he stood form his bed, Ganondorf could feel his fully restored energy flowing through his body. It would be a pity to let such energy go to waste. As quickly as he had stood on his feet, the young prince fell over frontwards and began a simple set of morning exercises. To him, this was but a daily warm up. Completing several sets of push-ups, crunches, lunges, and so forth. After a brief half hour, Ganondorf deemed himself ready to face the day. He shot back to his feet and headed towards the chamber door.
His mind caught up with him just in time, however, halting his journey. He suddenly remember that he was bare of any clothing. With a sigh of relief, having caught himself before allowing any embarrassment to befall him, Ganondorf went to his small chest and removed his pants, bracers, boots, and neck wrap from within. His crown rested upon a hook beside his bed when he slept. Once his clothing was upon his body, he removed his crown from its resting place, pulled the chain through his bright red hair, and placed the gem in the middle of his forehead. Now, he was ready for the day.
At last, Ganondorf exited his chambers. The hall was bustling with Gerudo of all schools and ages, as was the usual tradition during most days. Each Sister had her own specific duty to perform, whether it be guard duty, cooking, cleaning, training, or more official tasks. Dodging his Sisters was second nature to him by now, just as it was for them to dodge him, as everyone had a place to be. Ganondorf slowly made his way to the mess hall. Breakfast was calling loudly within his stomach, as well as in the Fortress bells.
It had been a long time since Ganondorf had sat in the Mess Hall along with his Sisters during the morning meal, so his presence was greeted with a short surprised silence. He nodded to his Sisters who looked upon him as he passed the many tables and sections of the hall. Slowly, he made his way to the head of the chambers. He had now earned the right to sit among the Meisters of the tribe, having passed his childhood trials.
His seat was in the middle of their table, between Medicine Meister Wyjia to his right, and High Priestess Kelyra to his left. There, he could see the entire hall, and with it, all his Sisters. The sight filled the Young Prince with pride. There were so many people, his people, sitting at one place, talking amongst themselves and living life. Though he did not know much of the Politics of Hyrule, he understood enough to know that his people were among the poorest race in all the land. Their lives weren't easy, but somehow he could see them smile and laugh, as though it did not matter. This gave him hope of the future. Such pride and happiness was quickly drowned out, however, as something much more important caught his attention; Breakfast.
"So" Wyjia spoke out, just as Ganondorf had delivered the first spoonful of food into his mouth. "I hear you took out a lizard or two on your trip" she continued. It was obvious Jafora had told all the Meisters what happened. As his head teacher, it was her duty to report to the other Meisters on his progress. There was no doubt in his mind Wyjia knew every detail of the encounter. She knew he had killed four, not just one or two. But saying so, she had granted Ganondorf the opportunity to boast upon his actions. He had also noticed that the other Meitsers, including Jafora, had their attention on him, curious of the tale he would spin. Eager not to disappoint, Ganondorf calmly swallowed his spoonful, and began his monologue.
"Well, as you all know, we had received word of a Lizalfos encampment within our borders. So, naturally, the very best among our people, Namely myself and Jafora" he gestured to his Meister, "were sent to quell this heinous intrusion to our lands" he said. Jafora rolled her eyes and continued to eat her stew. Ganondorf was known to go on and on about his skills and abilities. Though most Gerudo did not mind, Jafora preferred the direct approach. "We engaged the targets, it was over in two minutes" was all she needed to hear. Ganondorf, however, believed in embellishment.
"Bravely, we made the trek to the monster's camp. What would take any normal Gerudo two days to travel, took us only but one. We mapped out the campsite with ease. There were four lizards around the campfire, and another four on patrol. Ever so quietly, I made my way towards the fire. I engaged the creatures in conversation. Being the just future king that I am, I felt diplomacy was a valid first option" Ganondorf said. He knew full well it was Jafora's idea, but they already heard her report. This was his version of the story, and it was allowed the occasional bit of misinformation.
"However, things turned for the worse, when we discovered the horrid truth. The Lizalfos were in our lands... to hunt and eat Gerudo!" He said. The Meisters gasped, playing along with his dramatic retelling of events. "At that moment, I dispatched the first monster with ease, driving my weapon up through its chin. Jafora ran off to deal with the lesser lizards, leaving me alone to handle the brunt of their squad" the Young Prince boasted.
He truly had a ways with words. He told the rest of the story, focussing heavily upon his own skills, while mentioning very little of his teacher's. whether this was simply an expression of his pride, or an attempt to anger Jafora, his reasons were known only to him. Both reasons, however, were valid, and both were successful. The more he spoke of his "grand accomplishments", the straighter and higher he sat in his seat, and the angrier Jafora seemed to become. While she didn't care for gilded tales of heroism, she did believe in giving credit where credit was due.
By the time his tale was over, the Meisters, as well as many of the nearby Sisters, were enthralled by his words. Jafora, on the other hand, had finished her meal and left the hall, heading off to the square, where she would train the younger children. With his story completed, the Gerudo around Ganondorf clapped, before leaving to their respective duties. The Meisters lefts one by one, each bowing to their future king before seeing to their individual schools. Ganondorf returned the bows until he was all alone to enjoy his breakfast. He took another spoonful in his mouth, and frowned. He had monologued for so long, his stew had gone cold.