Back to the short chapters, I'm afraid. I've had it pointed out to me that the short chapters suck, and well... I'm sorry. But that's the way the come out, and if I put them in with another chapter then it'll just be... Not good. It just doesn't work. But since I'm updating way more frequently, it's all good. And I see no current reason that this trend should not continue, because I have finished up to chapter 43 and am still going strong. This whole thing is working out quite a bit better than I expected, actually.
AND NO, FOR ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN ASKING, THERE WILL NOT BE SHEIK/GANONDORF SLASH.
Ganondork may indeed have ulterior motives, but they have nothing to do with getting in Sheik's pants.
"We're… Gerudo?"
It didn't make sense. He'd studied the histories, he knew all the old stories. There had never been even the slightest hint…
But then again, why would there be? His entire culture was based on the lies of the Royal Family. They'd taken away everything.
He'd always known. Somehow, he'd always known. There was something missing, some key fact, something that would make everything else make sense. But he'd never looked for it, never thought that it could be…
"Well, not entirely." Ganondorf waved his hand dismissively, leaning back in his chair. "Like I said, there's been a quite a bit of mixing. And the Sheikah have had almost a hundred generations to become a people of their own. But yes, we share the same ancestors."
It made sense, in a strange sort of way. He'd always known his people had a secret history, but he thought he knew it. He thought he'd been told all the old stories, of the days before their slavery, before the old gods died and the new ones arrived. He thought he knew.
Apparently not.
"But… How do you know all this?" He found himself looking at Ganondorf, seeing the little similarities between them. The red eyes, the darker skin, high cheekbones… "How can you possibly know? I mean, it's been just as long for you as it has been for us, hasn't it? Haven't the stories been lost?"
Ganondorf looked at him for a long moment, smiling distractedly. He was wondering, he knew. Wondering if he could trust him, should trust him. Wondering what side he was on.
"This isn't something I should be telling you, but… We're blood brothers, after all. We are family." The king smiled at him, and he didn't even bother trying not to smile back.
"There's a library. Deep within the fortress. You could say it's the Gerudo's racial treasure."