The Legend of Zelda: The Ganondorf chronicles...
Note: This story takes place just before the events in Ocarina of Time, which chronologically was the first game in the series.
Another note: I have rated this story PG, because of the use of blood at many intervals, and the presense of hellish circumstances in chapter 3.
Chapter 1: The Grand Experiment
The gate began to rise. It was a large gate, nearly thirty-five feet high, although the portcullis itself was less than half that height. The gate was made of two stone pillars, seven long wooden poles, a long wooden beam, and lots of metal support. They were arranged in the following fashion. The two stone pillars were positioned side-by-side, about twelve feet apart. The one to the left was normal stone, but a thick, metallic grate, to prevent people from falling off surrounded the top of the one to the right. There was one place about a foot long, where there was no grate, and in that place, there was a ladder, leading to the ground. Nearly thirty-five feet up, the two stone pillars were connected by a wooden beam, which was protected by more steel grating. Two ropes protruded from the holes in the grating, downwards, and attached to those ropes was the portcullis. The portcullis itself was made of seven long wooden poles attached to one another by four steel bars with holes in them. The ropes were operated by a group of four women (two to a rope), who would pull on the ropes and lock them in place. If they wanted to close the gate, two women would simply unlock it, and lower it slowly. Who did this was difficult to decide. In general, though, citizens who volunteered did it. There was never any lack of these because volunteering for a task like that was considered very honorable, so that if there were too many volunteers, the leader would have to handpick them in the morning.
Nalgori dashed through the gates on her horse, the glasses of truth resting gently on her nose, not quivering in the least despite the speed at which her horse was running. That was why she had been chosen as leader. Her supreme skill surpassed all the other gerudo. As Ganondorf looked on from his position to the left of the main gate, he thought to himself "It's nice that she can do that. Too bad not everyone can."
Nalgori saluted him in a playful way, as she did all the gerudos. The responsibilities of leadership had not taken away her childlike nature, and he respected, no, liked that.
He hoped that he would never have to become a leader like her, and if he did, he hoped that he would have her playfulness, her innocence. That was what he wanted to become. Nothing less than the most childlike of adults.
Soon she was gone. Her presence in the area marked only by the sand under the gate rising and falling at thirty-three degrees instead of the normal thirty-five. Ganondorf had seen this before, and knew that the sands would stabilize around noontime, about an hour before Nalgori's return. But now, it was ten in the morning, and the time had come to go to school. Besides, he wanted to tell Nabooru about his latest experiment.
He dashed off to the school/training grounds without a second's delay.
The school chimes rang, heard all over the valley, fortress and desert. This was because their sound was amplified by the concentration of accustium rock in which they had been encased. All around the schoolhouse, gerudo girls opened chests with their names on them, to retrieve their possessions. Nabooru opened hers. Quite by coincidence, it was right next to Ganondorf's. Nabooru, like all the others, knew that Ganondorf would be the king when he grew older, but it was not because of that that she liked him.
There was something in him. Call it peacefulness, goodness, the desire to do what was right, that appealed to her in a way the greed and honor of the thieves' guild never would. And she herself was a thief!
Nabooru was basically a good child, if somewhat of a troublemaker by Hylian standards, and she was often considered too good by other gerudo, even by the grown ups, but she knew that Ganondorf had been taught something better, and she wanted to know who taught it to him, so that she herself could learn it.
She knew that Ganondorf had been doing some experiments with plants, animals, and fungi recently, but she was unsure what he had come up with.
"Nabooru!" shouted Ganondorf, late as usual. He grabbed his stuff, and tailed Nabooru until he caught up to her.
"Nabooru." said Ganondorf, seeming excited, "You have to see... Come to my house... when school is done... You won't be sorry."
"All right." said Nabooru, looking at the dial that dominated the wall to find out the time, "is it about the experiment?"
"It is!" said Ganondorf in an ecstatic manner, "Oh! It is!" Then he rushed off to class, and nabooru had no choice but to follow.
"At the end of this week," said Metabori, the teacher, "we shall take a field trip to the hylian fortune teller's house, then return home and reflect on our futures. Those who don't wish to come will need a letter from their mother."
Of course everyone did want to come, but it was honorable to say that anyway. "And don't forget to bring a good deal of parchment and some graphite to write down what he tells you." She added as a closing comment, just before the chimes rang to signify that school time was over for now.
Outside of school, Nabooru met with Ganondorf, and they both went directly to his house.
"Don't tell anybody about this yet." Said ganondorf as they entered his enclosure. He quickly lit a lamp that lit up the room, and she saw everything in his room.
Hanging on the wall to the right was one of the legendary hylian shields, and on the table to the left, she could see an ice rod that he had been fiddling with. On the center table was a large array of pipes and tubes arranged just so and held in place by wood. On the rack above the doorway she could see numerous bottles labeled everything from "graphite" to "tomato juice", to "uranium essence" the latter being contained in a lead jar. To the southeast corner of the room she saw an odd-looking, flexible suit, which seemed to be made from silver or something like that, with a label on it that said "radioactivity protection suit." On the shelves on every wall were numerous magical and mechanical devices and artifacts which had been given to him by Nalgori, among them a fire rod, a poisoned hotcake, and a small round orb with three metal rods sticking out of it in the same direction, which ganondorf claimed was an "immortality machine." However, he hadn't been able to get it to work right. Anything he had used it on so far simply kept getting younger until it disappeared.
He directed her to the tubes on the center table, and mixed several of the ingredients above the door into them. He then closed the lid on the tubes, pushed the lever on the side, and the fluid began to mix through the tubes in a fashion that Ganondorf seemed to have predicted. The drops of mixed fluid dropped into the bottle at the end of the tubes, and Ganondorf poured what was in the bottle into the back of the ice rod. He then fired it directly at an iron panel on the floor. Immediately, an ice cube of an unsavory color appeared on the iron panel! Ganondorf took the ice cube, and set it in an unglazed clay bowl, then startled Nabooru by yanking out the fire rod and engulfing both the odd-colored ice cube and the clay bowl in flames. When the fire died down, he removed the bowl with oven mitts, and turned it so that she could see its contents. It seemed to be filled with a boiling, cream-like substance of the same sickly color that had composed the ice block. He then walked over to a cage with a cat in it. The cat seemed to have a slightly bad burn on its forepaw. To the left of the cat was a pile of ashes in a flowerpot, and to the left of that, a small fire. He separated the cream into three small piles, and began to rub some on the cat's wound. He then ran the cat's forepaw under warm water, and as the cream washed off, there was a small flash, and when Nabooru looked again, the burn was completely gone!
"That's amazing!" said Nabooru in awe.
"That's nothing." said Ganondorf, as he began to pour the cream over the ashes in the flowerpot. This time, there was a brighter flash, and suddenly, the ashes began to develop the colors of yellow, white, green, and brown, and before you knew it, a beautiful sunbloom (which is what they call Easter lilies in Hyrule) formed from the ashes! Not a single ash remained! Nabooru was flabbergasted! It was astounding! Impossible!
Then Ganondorf took the remaining third of the cream, and poured it on the fire! A blinding flash filled the room, and both Ganondorf and Nabooru were forced to shield their eyes, but when they uncovered them again, Nabooru discovered only a pretty mushroom and some moss where the 300 degree flames had once been!
"I'm still not certain if it has limits!" remarked Ganondorf as he left his enclosure, Nabooru following him in sort of a half-conscious state, "but I know that it can completely rejuvenate a third degree burn on an animal. Sadly... I fear it may never come into common use."
"Why... Why is that?" asked Nabooru, still unable to get over what she had just seen.
Ganondorf grinned somberly, and pulled back his shirtsleeve to reveal a small scab the size of a needlepoint on his skin!
"It is magic!" he explained, "However, the main ingredient and the hardest to find is the blood of a living thing. Not just any living thing, you understand. The living thing who was responsible for burning the patient in the first place! That is what makes it impractical, although I myself don't mind it a bit."
With that, he rolled his sleeve back down, and left the house in silence. Nabooru left the house as well, and as she returned home, she thought about whether or not she ought to tell. She reasoned with herself again and again, but the bottom line is, she didn't tell, and although she would never come to know it for certain, that was the most costly mistake she would ever make in her life!
Note: This story takes place just before the events in Ocarina of Time, which chronologically was the first game in the series.
Another note: I have rated this story PG, because of the use of blood at many intervals, and the presense of hellish circumstances in chapter 3.
Chapter 1: The Grand Experiment
The gate began to rise. It was a large gate, nearly thirty-five feet high, although the portcullis itself was less than half that height. The gate was made of two stone pillars, seven long wooden poles, a long wooden beam, and lots of metal support. They were arranged in the following fashion. The two stone pillars were positioned side-by-side, about twelve feet apart. The one to the left was normal stone, but a thick, metallic grate, to prevent people from falling off surrounded the top of the one to the right. There was one place about a foot long, where there was no grate, and in that place, there was a ladder, leading to the ground. Nearly thirty-five feet up, the two stone pillars were connected by a wooden beam, which was protected by more steel grating. Two ropes protruded from the holes in the grating, downwards, and attached to those ropes was the portcullis. The portcullis itself was made of seven long wooden poles attached to one another by four steel bars with holes in them. The ropes were operated by a group of four women (two to a rope), who would pull on the ropes and lock them in place. If they wanted to close the gate, two women would simply unlock it, and lower it slowly. Who did this was difficult to decide. In general, though, citizens who volunteered did it. There was never any lack of these because volunteering for a task like that was considered very honorable, so that if there were too many volunteers, the leader would have to handpick them in the morning.
Nalgori dashed through the gates on her horse, the glasses of truth resting gently on her nose, not quivering in the least despite the speed at which her horse was running. That was why she had been chosen as leader. Her supreme skill surpassed all the other gerudo. As Ganondorf looked on from his position to the left of the main gate, he thought to himself "It's nice that she can do that. Too bad not everyone can."
Nalgori saluted him in a playful way, as she did all the gerudos. The responsibilities of leadership had not taken away her childlike nature, and he respected, no, liked that.
He hoped that he would never have to become a leader like her, and if he did, he hoped that he would have her playfulness, her innocence. That was what he wanted to become. Nothing less than the most childlike of adults.
Soon she was gone. Her presence in the area marked only by the sand under the gate rising and falling at thirty-three degrees instead of the normal thirty-five. Ganondorf had seen this before, and knew that the sands would stabilize around noontime, about an hour before Nalgori's return. But now, it was ten in the morning, and the time had come to go to school. Besides, he wanted to tell Nabooru about his latest experiment.
He dashed off to the school/training grounds without a second's delay.
The school chimes rang, heard all over the valley, fortress and desert. This was because their sound was amplified by the concentration of accustium rock in which they had been encased. All around the schoolhouse, gerudo girls opened chests with their names on them, to retrieve their possessions. Nabooru opened hers. Quite by coincidence, it was right next to Ganondorf's. Nabooru, like all the others, knew that Ganondorf would be the king when he grew older, but it was not because of that that she liked him.
There was something in him. Call it peacefulness, goodness, the desire to do what was right, that appealed to her in a way the greed and honor of the thieves' guild never would. And she herself was a thief!
Nabooru was basically a good child, if somewhat of a troublemaker by Hylian standards, and she was often considered too good by other gerudo, even by the grown ups, but she knew that Ganondorf had been taught something better, and she wanted to know who taught it to him, so that she herself could learn it.
She knew that Ganondorf had been doing some experiments with plants, animals, and fungi recently, but she was unsure what he had come up with.
"Nabooru!" shouted Ganondorf, late as usual. He grabbed his stuff, and tailed Nabooru until he caught up to her.
"Nabooru." said Ganondorf, seeming excited, "You have to see... Come to my house... when school is done... You won't be sorry."
"All right." said Nabooru, looking at the dial that dominated the wall to find out the time, "is it about the experiment?"
"It is!" said Ganondorf in an ecstatic manner, "Oh! It is!" Then he rushed off to class, and nabooru had no choice but to follow.
"At the end of this week," said Metabori, the teacher, "we shall take a field trip to the hylian fortune teller's house, then return home and reflect on our futures. Those who don't wish to come will need a letter from their mother."
Of course everyone did want to come, but it was honorable to say that anyway. "And don't forget to bring a good deal of parchment and some graphite to write down what he tells you." She added as a closing comment, just before the chimes rang to signify that school time was over for now.
Outside of school, Nabooru met with Ganondorf, and they both went directly to his house.
"Don't tell anybody about this yet." Said ganondorf as they entered his enclosure. He quickly lit a lamp that lit up the room, and she saw everything in his room.
Hanging on the wall to the right was one of the legendary hylian shields, and on the table to the left, she could see an ice rod that he had been fiddling with. On the center table was a large array of pipes and tubes arranged just so and held in place by wood. On the rack above the doorway she could see numerous bottles labeled everything from "graphite" to "tomato juice", to "uranium essence" the latter being contained in a lead jar. To the southeast corner of the room she saw an odd-looking, flexible suit, which seemed to be made from silver or something like that, with a label on it that said "radioactivity protection suit." On the shelves on every wall were numerous magical and mechanical devices and artifacts which had been given to him by Nalgori, among them a fire rod, a poisoned hotcake, and a small round orb with three metal rods sticking out of it in the same direction, which ganondorf claimed was an "immortality machine." However, he hadn't been able to get it to work right. Anything he had used it on so far simply kept getting younger until it disappeared.
He directed her to the tubes on the center table, and mixed several of the ingredients above the door into them. He then closed the lid on the tubes, pushed the lever on the side, and the fluid began to mix through the tubes in a fashion that Ganondorf seemed to have predicted. The drops of mixed fluid dropped into the bottle at the end of the tubes, and Ganondorf poured what was in the bottle into the back of the ice rod. He then fired it directly at an iron panel on the floor. Immediately, an ice cube of an unsavory color appeared on the iron panel! Ganondorf took the ice cube, and set it in an unglazed clay bowl, then startled Nabooru by yanking out the fire rod and engulfing both the odd-colored ice cube and the clay bowl in flames. When the fire died down, he removed the bowl with oven mitts, and turned it so that she could see its contents. It seemed to be filled with a boiling, cream-like substance of the same sickly color that had composed the ice block. He then walked over to a cage with a cat in it. The cat seemed to have a slightly bad burn on its forepaw. To the left of the cat was a pile of ashes in a flowerpot, and to the left of that, a small fire. He separated the cream into three small piles, and began to rub some on the cat's wound. He then ran the cat's forepaw under warm water, and as the cream washed off, there was a small flash, and when Nabooru looked again, the burn was completely gone!
"That's amazing!" said Nabooru in awe.
"That's nothing." said Ganondorf, as he began to pour the cream over the ashes in the flowerpot. This time, there was a brighter flash, and suddenly, the ashes began to develop the colors of yellow, white, green, and brown, and before you knew it, a beautiful sunbloom (which is what they call Easter lilies in Hyrule) formed from the ashes! Not a single ash remained! Nabooru was flabbergasted! It was astounding! Impossible!
Then Ganondorf took the remaining third of the cream, and poured it on the fire! A blinding flash filled the room, and both Ganondorf and Nabooru were forced to shield their eyes, but when they uncovered them again, Nabooru discovered only a pretty mushroom and some moss where the 300 degree flames had once been!
"I'm still not certain if it has limits!" remarked Ganondorf as he left his enclosure, Nabooru following him in sort of a half-conscious state, "but I know that it can completely rejuvenate a third degree burn on an animal. Sadly... I fear it may never come into common use."
"Why... Why is that?" asked Nabooru, still unable to get over what she had just seen.
Ganondorf grinned somberly, and pulled back his shirtsleeve to reveal a small scab the size of a needlepoint on his skin!
"It is magic!" he explained, "However, the main ingredient and the hardest to find is the blood of a living thing. Not just any living thing, you understand. The living thing who was responsible for burning the patient in the first place! That is what makes it impractical, although I myself don't mind it a bit."
With that, he rolled his sleeve back down, and left the house in silence. Nabooru left the house as well, and as she returned home, she thought about whether or not she ought to tell. She reasoned with herself again and again, but the bottom line is, she didn't tell, and although she would never come to know it for certain, that was the most costly mistake she would ever make in her life!
