"Again" Ganondorf commanded. Swords clashed a few times, before a warrior fell to the ground in defeat.

"Again!" he yelled, summoning another Gerudo forth. Two swings later, she too fell to the ground, her scimitars soon joining her.

"Again!" he bellowed once more. The warriors looked at one another, curious who would be brave enough to challenge their king, and how injured they would be when he won. Ganondorf's eyes scoured over his nervous subjects. a dark rage burned within his pupils. There was something off about him today, and all the other Gerudo could tell.

One warrior, a raider named Shinya, stepped out from among the small crowd. She was well known among the Gerudo for her tendency to seduce men, use them, and throw them out like last month's moldy food. She grunted at her king and held out her scimitar.

Ganondorf grinned at her bravery, her face betraying none of her fear, if she had any. He stood straight up, awaiting her attack. Sure enough, Shinya shot forth swiftly, holding her curved blade low. She planned to come up just before her king and slide her blade vertically along his clothing. She did not wish to injure him, but cutting his garments would do just fine.

Ganondorf stood still as his foe came within range, then he struck. His massive broadsword revealed itself behind his back. He whipped it out, carving a semi-circle into the sand with the tip the blade. He pulled it out in front of him in just enough time for Shinya's sword to collide against its shaft. Her attack was haulted in an instant.

She was stunned just long enough for Ganondorf to slam his knee into the backside of his sword, hitting Shinya's scimitar up and forcing its blunt edge to smash against her face. With a thud, another Gerudo warrior lay unconscious before the massive king.

"Is that it?" he asked, scoffing to his entire court. "Is this the best my people can deliver? This is pathetic!" he yelled. the warriors looked down and away from him in shame, silent and hurt by his words. "I might as well be fighting Hylians!"

"It is not them, it's you" a voice spoke. The Gerudo looked up in shock. Ganondorf watched the crowd part as Jafora emerged from the group. "They don't wish to harm our precious king. We only get one every hundred years, you know."

Ganondorf stared back at her in surprise, but then lowered his head and grinned.

"I doubt you have that problem."

"No, I do not" she replied, gripping her trident tightly in her hand. "If a real fight is what you want, then a real fight is what you will have" she said.

There were murmurs all throughout the crowd as they stepped back a bit. The conscious Gerudo on the ground in front of Ganondorf crawled away and pulled the still knocked out warriors away from their king, not wishing to be pulled into the fray once battle ensued.

The exploits of King Ganondorf and Meister Jafora against the Lizalfos were well known among the tribe. Jafora's swift yet deadly grace, and Ganondorf's wrathful savagery were already building their own legends. To the young ones, they were refered to the Wind and the Fire. Where the Wind; subtle yet devastating, would charm and distract the monsters, while the Fire; destructive and all consuming, would burn all in its path without remorse.

All around him, Ganondorf could hear his sisters speak "the Wind is going to fight the Fire" and so on. This did not deter him one bit, though, and he held the hilt of his sword tight, ready to begin. Then, all fell silent. The crowd watched with wide eyes as the two forces prepared to collide. The dust and sand settled, and then, it started.

Jafora launched out toward her target, while Ganondorf too bolted out towards Jafora. The sisters gasped all together as the loud PANG of metal sent a shockwave through the archery range, where the battle was taking place.

Ganondorf's broadsword had struck between the middle and right rungs of Jafora's trident. He pulled his weapon back just as his foe spun her weapon swiftly in an attempt to knock his sword free from his hand. Failing to be quick enough, Jafora pulled her trident back and thrusted at Ganondorf's mid section, but he saw this attack and spun his body on its side, missing her prongs just barely.

Seeing his opportunity, Ganondorf twirled around, crouching on one knee while his broadsword made a wide horizontal slash. Jafora curled backwards, arching her back as the thick blade sliced the through air mere inches above her belly. Her head touched the sand behind her feet and she waited. A grin came to her face as the crowds gasp gave her the sign she needed.

Ganondorf was upon her, ready to plunge his weapon through her abdomen. All of a sudden, Jafora pushed her feet off the ground. She ran up Ganondorf's legs, torso, chest, and kicked him in the face as she pulled her whole body off the ground. She flipped completely, holding to her trident for support. When her feet touched the ground again, the pulled her weapon from the sand and thrusted the three tips upward.

They pointed at Ganondorf's neck, just as he finished recoiling from the kick. He stared at the weapon for a short while, granting Jafora a sense of victory, before back-handing her staff away. the main prong cut beneath Ganondorf's chin deep enough to claim blood. His strength was enough to pry the weapon from her hands.

Enraged, Jafora clenched her fists and delivered a full punch to Ganondorf's cheek. The shock of the attack was enough for Ganondorf to lose grip of his weapon. It sunk deep into the sand just by its own weight. The young king had no time to recover, as another fist collided against his other cheek.

Blood shot from his mouth as Jafora landed the second punch. Clearly, weapons were not required for this fight any longer. He too clenched his fists. He crouched low and delivered a hefty punch into his lover's gut, knocking the wind out of her. Jafora gasped, wide eyed, and fell to the ground, landing hard on her back.

The crowd sighed, seeing the fight over. Ganondorf had beaten just about the best warriors in the tribe, as well as the most revered, in a fight lasting no longer than a minute at most. The young king walked to his partner as she lay quietly on the sand, eyes closed.

"First time in my life I have ever beaten you" he said. Suddenly, her eyes flashed open, shocking the Gerudo King. Her legs flipped out wide, catching Ganondorf at the ankle and knocking him off his balance. She twirled upward, kicking her king over and over as he fell; up his legs, torso, and head, before flipping up off the ground and landing on her feet.

Ganondorf fell backward, and Jafora landed hard on his belly. She jabbed two fingers hard into his neck, cutting off his windpipe, and held a fist up, ready to punch him out. She glared out among the group, commanding them to leave. They complied, quickly dispersing and leaving the two alone. There, she turned her stern glare to her young lover.

"Do you yield?" she asked calmly. Ganondorf matched her fierce glare, his anger rising behind his eyes. He said nothing and scowled at her.

"I said, do you yield?!" she asked again, her fingers pressing harder into his throat. After a long, tense silence, he nodded. Jafora recoiled her fingers, giving Ganondorf the air his body greatly desired, but his will was too stubborn to ask for. She remained seated on top of him, glaring into his angry yellow eyes as he breathed heavily. "Now, how about you tell me what this is all about, kid."

Ganondorf's eyes shifted from the woman sitting upon him.

"It's nothing." he said, hollowly.

"Dodongo shit" Jafora replied. "I've never seen you attack your own so viscously. What's wrong?" she said. Suddenly, she grinned, making Ganondorf uncomfortable. She spoke quietly, so no other Gerudo could hear but Ganondorf. "Don't make me fuck the answer out of you."

Ganondorf's eyebrow raised. He did not know exactly how he felt about her threat, whether to be aroused or terrified. He eyed her closely, attempting to see her bluff. She stared him back, still grinning. Slowly, she reached up and began to lift her chest wrap.

"All right! All right, I'll tell you. Just, not here." he beckoned, looking around to see if anyone noticed the Meister's move. Jafora released her wrap, giving Ganondorf a sigh of relief. She pulled off him and stood up. As Ganondorf got to his feet, he noticed his lover rub her belly. She smirked at him as he stood.

"Good shot, Ganondorf. Two or three more, and I would have been down for the count." she said, winking. Ganondorf simply nodded to her before prying his weapon free from the sand and stone. Jafora grasped her own weapon and accompanied her king back to the fortress. They treaded across the courtyard, where just an hour earlier she had been training the next generation of warriors.

They spoke not one word to each other as they made their way to Ganondorf's chambers. Once the door had been securely shut behind them, Jafora rested her trident against the wall and immediately draped herself upon her king's back. Her arms hooked around his collar, and her body pressed against his him.

"Now, tell me love, what's bothering you?" she asked, in a rather sultry, seductive voice. She was in a rather playful mood, having enjoyed the resent fight. Ganondorf noticed that violence usually roused his mate, as it did himself. This night, however, the feeling was not mutual.

"...I worry my skills may not be enough" he said, staring to the window. He could feel Jafora's hands move along his chest, tracing his muscles and rubbing above his heart.

"What do you mean" Jafora asked, burying her face into his back. "Afraid you are losing your edge?" she joked. Ganondorf pulled away from her and stepped closer to the window. His face was stoic, as he went into a deep thought.

"Jafora" he began. "Have any of the other Gerudo Kings been... able to wield magic?" he asked. Jafora tilted her head to the side, confused.

"Not to my immediate knowledge, but I would not be surprised if they were. There certainly isn't any record of a priest king, or a warlock. But then, it might not have been written down in legend. Why?"

"Then, how did they face magical foes?" Ganondorf retorted, turning to face his lover. His amber eyes were aglow with curiosity.

"They had priestesses, Ganondorf" she said after a shrug. "It's not as though mages are in high demand these days anyway. Why does this bother you?" she said, taking a step closer. She held out her hand when she was within reach, lightly holding the left side of Ganondorf's chin and rubbing his cheek with her thumb. Ganondorf looked to the floor, avoiding her gaze.

"Jafora, have you ever seen me use magic?" He asked. A somber tone slipped into his voice as he continued to avoid her gaze. Jafora thought for a moment.

"There was one time" she began. Ganondorf's eyes darted up towards her in surprise. "When we investigated the temple, I noticed something about you. You attuned to the spirits, way more than I did. I could tell, you really felt the power of that place. You knew more than I did" she continued. " I do not know if that means you can use magic, but you are undoubtedly touched by it."

Ganondorf looked down again.

"Perhaps my mothers have something to do with it..."

"Pardon?" Jafora said. "Mothers? What do you mean?"

Ganondorf's eyes shot up to Jafora again, wide. He did not mean to tell her about the witches in the hidden section of the temple, or what had recently transpired in the Training Grounds.

"... I mean... whoever my she was, perhaps it was in my mother's plan..."

Jafora narrowed her eyes.

"You mean, that you could sense magic?" she asked.

"Jafora... what if I was born... for a darker plan" he began, then a thought came to him. "What if there is a reason... she named me Ganon."

Jafora shook Ganondorf's jaw, bringing his full attention up to her.

"Now listen to me, Ganondorf. You were born solely to protect and rule our people. You are here to help us, guide us, and watch over us all. You have the potential to be a great king of the Gerudo, possibly even the best." she said. Jafora grasped his hand and pressed it above her right breast. "And if I am very, very lucky, King Ganondorf Dragmire, you are here to love us... love me."

Words were lost to the young king. He gazed upon his mate in wonder. Soon, a smile crawled up along his face. It was the kind of smile tat held no ill intentions. Pure joy.

"Jafora, I belong to no one... except you." He brought his arms around his lover, and held her close to his chest. Jafora let go of his chin and curled her arms tightly around her king. Her face pressed against his chest and took in his scent.

"Whether you can or cannot use magic makes no difference to who you are, Ganondorf. No matter how much power you may or may not attain, you will always be the king... the man, I love."