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 2: The Magnificent Revelation
Although she told no one, two other people knew! Two pairs of eyes watched her with contempt, and Ganondorf with even more contempt! They were two evil gerudo witches, and the innocence of Nabooru and Ganondorf sickened them.
Their names were Koume and Kotake, and they were each over 300 years old. They were twins, and they each had a stunning power. Koume had the power of heat, and fire. Kotake had the power of cold, and frost.
They were sickened even more because they knew that Ganondorf was destined to become king of the gerudos! If that happened, he would lead the gerudo race to an era of peace, and that mustn't be allowed to happen! They regarded the realm of Hyrule with their cold stares, and slowly and surely, drew their plans against Ganondorf, And against the gerudos.
Ganondorf was glad to have Nabooru for a friend. It was nice to have someone to confide in, and Yorges just wasn't enough. He needed to talk to other gerudos, like Nabooru.
There were no footsteps, no moving shadows, the air was as still as a rock, and the leaves didn't rustle. Even the water gave no indication that anything was different, but somehow, inexplicably, Yorges was there.
Yorges sat down next to Ganondorf with a smile, his pointed ears didn't even quiver, and his light skin bore no shadows. Ganondorf smiled back, thinking, "It's nice that he can do that. Too bad not everyone can."
"It worked, didn't it?" said Yorges with a bit of a smirk.
"Yes." said Ganondorf in reply, but then he was silent.
Yorges stood. Not a grain of sand moved.
"Well," he said, "I don't suppose you'll be revealing it to anybody."
"I've revealed it to one person so far, but on the whole, no I don't think the world is ready for that kind of power. Our people are still mischievous, and I don't believe they would put that kind of magic to good use."
"You will do what you think is right. I suppose most of the time, my job as an advisor to the crown helps me to forget, but..."
"What?"
"Never mind. At any rate, I have a secret to reveal to you. The secret of the childhood of Nalgori."
"Please."
"Nalgori has always been a nice person, and a good leader, but the reason why she is so childlike..."
"Yes?"
"She had a very peaceful childhood. Most children are victimized by some sort of cruel and urgent duty when they are young, but she had no need to perform any duties. Thus, she has something that none of the other grown-ups have. Innocence. Never lose your innocence, little Ganondorf, for righteousness can be regained, but innocence cannot."
"I understand." said Ganondorf solemnly.
"Now I must go. I have an urgent meeting with the other advisors, and I mustn't be late."
"Yorges."
"Hmm?"
"Do you still have your innocence?"
"Hmm. No, but I can help you become luckier than me. There are times when I would give all my wealth and wisdom and my position in the royal court to get it back. Be smart. Do what is right, and never lose your innocence. Then you shall grow up not to be wise, or safe, but good."
And with that he was gone, and not a grain of sand betrayed that he had been there at all. Ganondorf stood, and walked into his house, thoughts too heavy for a young boy weighing on his mind.
"That's It!!!" screamed Koume!
"What?" said Kotake.
"All we need to do is take away his innocence! He's destined to be a leader by birth, but if we take away his innocence, he'll be a rotten leader! Someone who'll seek us out, not to destroy us, but for our help!"
"Yes! It all makes sense now! And I know just how to do it! Listen, Koume, we just have to..."
The end of the week was a time of great joy for those who had never visited a fortune-teller. That means all except Ganondorf, whose fortune had been told many times by Yorges, who was, of course, a magician as well as a diplomat and advisor to the crown.
But the fortunes that Yorges told were always very vague, and never saw too far into the future.
This person told fortunes for a profession, and perhaps he would have more luck and more clarity.
"You have a very interesting future," said the cloaked and hooded man as Ganondorf sat. The orb of things yet to come flew into the air, and placed itself in front of Ganondorf's head.
All the teachers had forgotten to advise the fortuneteller not to tell Ganondorf about his destiny as a gerudo king until he was old enough, but to their surprise, he passed by that anyhow. Perhaps he had simply read their minds.
"You will grow into a strong young man, and your life span will exceed 200 years. There is more." The fortuneteller squinted as if to look harder into the future of this boy. "During the first hundred years of your life, you are consumed with duties, some to the land, some to the gerudo, but most to yourself. You use a young boy's innocence to grasp at your greatest ambition and then you are in another world. You obtain a great objective, and..."
With that, the fortune teller squinted as hard as he could, and finally gave up, saying, "a cloud of dark power surrounds the next 108 years, the next vision I have is a young boy dressed in red incinerating a monster who's the incarnation of all evil!"
"Lastly, a little while later, the same deadly monster is resurrected using a serum made by your hands, and the young boy in red kills it again. From that point forward, I can see nothing clearly."
With that, the fortuneteller clapped his hands, and Ganondorf stood, left, and made room for the next gerudo.
As he left the tent of the fortuneteller, Ganondorf thought about what he had said. About the monster, and the ambitions, about the use of two boys, and the heroes of Hyrule. Ganondorf decided that he would annihilate his notes, and destroy the serum. Only then could he be assured that it would not be used to resurrect a deadly monster.
He was at his own doorstep by this time, and his thoughts had shifted to one thing, "It's nice that he can do that. Too bad not everyone can."
Try as he might, Ganondorf just couldn't get close enough to an actual fire pit to burn his notes, so he decided to bury them in the desert of shifting sand. There he was, in the middle of the night, when not even the cock-a-doodle-doo was awake, attempting to bury his notes in the dangerous sands. He attempted to drop them in from a great distance, but it didn't work. They seemed to float, and more often than not, the wind blew them back to him, as if it wanted him to have them. Suddenly, he slipped and began to plunge into the shifting sand! Every good little gerudo knows that that means death!!!
His lungs began to clog with sand, and he tried to scream, but couldn't! All he could do was choke!
He was silent. He didn't speak. He didn't scream. All he did was desire it! Suddenly, Nabooru was there with a rope! She threw it out to him, and inch by inch, meter by meter, she began to pull him out!
For a few minutes he said nothing. Even after he had managed to get all the sand out of his lungs, but then he asked her, "How? How did you know?"
She replied solemnly, "the fortune teller told me I would take a rope from the edge of the desert at midnight on this date. At first I didn't know what he meant, but then yesterday, mom told me that she had left the second community rope over here, and while I was over here getting it, I heard a faint splash, and while I was running to see what it was, I heard a choking sound, and figured that it would be quite honorable to save whatever poor creature had fallen in, so I went back for the rope! When I saw that it was you, I sprinted extra fast to save you! Thank goodness I got here in time.
Ganondorf began to think about honor and bravery and sprinting extra fast. He only thought about those things when Nabooru was around. At last, he came to a conclusion.
He quickly blurted out; "I owe you my life."
"Pardon?" she was confused. Who wouldn't be? Ganondorf had never talked about life and death and especially owing anyone anything before! He had always talked about science and right!
"I owe you my life." He said again, louder, "If you ever want any one thing that is within my power to grant, then all you must do is ask."
"Oh, Ganondorf!" she said, hugging him! As usual, he didn't even glance at her, but big thoughts were brewing in his mind.
Suddenly, he broke away, and looked at his chest. His notes were still there. He groaned.
"Is something else wrong?" asked Nabooru.
"It's just that I've been trying to exterminate these notes all night, and I still haven't succeeded. I still have the blasted thing stuck to my chest, and I've no idea how to be rid of it. Do you have any ideas?"
"I do." said Nabooru softly, "meet me here this time tomorrow, with every magical artifact you have in your laboratory. We'll think something up then."
Ganondorf smiled, running off into the fortress, yelling back to Nabooru without caring if he woke anyone, "now I owe you two!"
The next day at the schoolhouse, Nabooru thought about what Ganondorf owed her. She knew what she had always wanted from him, what she never had the guts to ask for, and she had decided that the time had come.
"Ganondorf!" she cried down the stone hall, just as he passed her. She ran to catch up.
"Ganondorf," she said again, "I want to cash in."
"Hmm?" he said, not fully understanding what she was talking about.
"You said you owed me two!" she said quickly, "I want one of them now!"
"Oh!" said Ganondorf, slightly surprised, "what would you like?"
"What's your secret?" said Nabooru; "You always seem to know what the right thing to do is. What's your secret?"
Ganondorf stopped dead in his tracks. His face began to pale, and at last he spoke. "Meet me after school hours, but tell no one of this!"
And with that, he ran off, and Nabooru anxiously awaited the end of school hours.
They were in a barn. A large barn made of stone and masonry, and filled with hay and straw.
"This is even a secret from my mother," whispered Ganondorf in a hushed tone, "none of the gerudo would speak to me again if they knew this about me. You must promise to tell no one."
"I promise on my honor." said Nabooru softly, "but if it is so secret, why did you let me in on it? It's only a petty debt, and you're above those things, I guess."
"You're not." Came a deep voice from out of thin air, and that's when she saw Yorges. Not a straw quivered.
Nabooru would have shrieked, but she held her mouth shut, for fear of being heard. Yorges sat, his legs crossed, and motioned for them to do the same.
Yorges spoke immediately to Ganondorf, with his eyes closed, "I know why you've brought her here, there's no need to explain, but there is something I must tell you, Ganondorf. Tonight you will make a choice, which will decide your entire future, and the future of your innocence. Choose carefully. Choose Well.
Then he turned to Nabooru, saying, "I know why you've come." You want a deeper sense of right in your life. I cannot give that to you, but I can help guide you on the true path, as I did for Ganondorf. Pray that your innocence will not be tested as often as his."
Then he spoke in a voice that transcended spoken word. A voice of thought. A power of telepathy.
"I heard your words on your way in. On your honor. Know this. Love, wisdom, bravery. Next to these, honor is nothing. Righteousness is it's own reward, and the path of violence can never lead to harmony or justice."
Ganondorf, not wishing to interfere with this pivotal moment in Nabooru's life, got up and left. He knew that Yorges was teaching her right from wrong, and as he left the tent, he began to think, "It's nice that he can do that. Too bad not everyone can."
Ganondorf showed up the next night on the edge of the shifting sands with his enchanted pack of holding, set it on the ground, and began pulling thing after thing out of it. Soon afterwards, Nabooru ran up with a pair of purple glasses and some gold-soled boots.
Quietly, Ganondorf put on the boots and the glasses, retrieved his notes and evidence, and began to walk towards the shifting sands.
He walked in a straight line directly west, travelling neither north nor south, neither up nor down, which was astounding because the sand was uneven.
As he approached the shifting sands, the gold-soled boots began to glow brightly. Then he stepped out above the sand. Instantly, the boots created a circlet of brilliant light upon which he could stand. They were magic!
There he stood in mid-air above the shifting sands, as if on a higher level of ground, and with the broadest wave, tossed the notes into the sands.
Suddenly, an incredible thing happened! The notes disappeared into the sands, and were immediately spat out again, but instead of returning to his hands, as they had done before, they began to swirl around in two mighty cyclones, which solidified, not as pages, but as the two great witches, Koume and Kotake!
Each uttered magic words in a different language, and suddenly, many things began to happen!
First of all, to those around Ganondorf, he would appear to have been zapped by a bolt of sheer darkness, and would appear then to crumble to the ground, unconscious.
That it too simple an explanation, however, and cannot truly describe the intricacies of the mighty spell which the witches worked on him! It was a spell of enchantment, of teleportation, a spell that only Ganondorf could fully understand. This is what he saw...
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 2: The Magnificent Revelation
Although she told no one, two other people knew! Two pairs of eyes watched her with contempt, and Ganondorf with even more contempt! They were two evil gerudo witches, and the innocence of Nabooru and Ganondorf sickened them.
Their names were Koume and Kotake, and they were each over 300 years old. They were twins, and they each had a stunning power. Koume had the power of heat, and fire. Kotake had the power of cold, and frost.
They were sickened even more because they knew that Ganondorf was destined to become king of the gerudos! If that happened, he would lead the gerudo race to an era of peace, and that mustn't be allowed to happen! They regarded the realm of Hyrule with their cold stares, and slowly and surely, drew their plans against Ganondorf, And against the gerudos.
Ganondorf was glad to have Nabooru for a friend. It was nice to have someone to confide in, and Yorges just wasn't enough. He needed to talk to other gerudos, like Nabooru.
There were no footsteps, no moving shadows, the air was as still as a rock, and the leaves didn't rustle. Even the water gave no indication that anything was different, but somehow, inexplicably, Yorges was there.
Yorges sat down next to Ganondorf with a smile, his pointed ears didn't even quiver, and his light skin bore no shadows. Ganondorf smiled back, thinking, "It's nice that he can do that. Too bad not everyone can."
"It worked, didn't it?" said Yorges with a bit of a smirk.
"Yes." said Ganondorf in reply, but then he was silent.
Yorges stood. Not a grain of sand moved.
"Well," he said, "I don't suppose you'll be revealing it to anybody."
"I've revealed it to one person so far, but on the whole, no I don't think the world is ready for that kind of power. Our people are still mischievous, and I don't believe they would put that kind of magic to good use."
"You will do what you think is right. I suppose most of the time, my job as an advisor to the crown helps me to forget, but..."
"What?"
"Never mind. At any rate, I have a secret to reveal to you. The secret of the childhood of Nalgori."
"Please."
"Nalgori has always been a nice person, and a good leader, but the reason why she is so childlike..."
"Yes?"
"She had a very peaceful childhood. Most children are victimized by some sort of cruel and urgent duty when they are young, but she had no need to perform any duties. Thus, she has something that none of the other grown-ups have. Innocence. Never lose your innocence, little Ganondorf, for righteousness can be regained, but innocence cannot."
"I understand." said Ganondorf solemnly.
"Now I must go. I have an urgent meeting with the other advisors, and I mustn't be late."
"Yorges."
"Hmm?"
"Do you still have your innocence?"
"Hmm. No, but I can help you become luckier than me. There are times when I would give all my wealth and wisdom and my position in the royal court to get it back. Be smart. Do what is right, and never lose your innocence. Then you shall grow up not to be wise, or safe, but good."
And with that he was gone, and not a grain of sand betrayed that he had been there at all. Ganondorf stood, and walked into his house, thoughts too heavy for a young boy weighing on his mind.
"That's It!!!" screamed Koume!
"What?" said Kotake.
"All we need to do is take away his innocence! He's destined to be a leader by birth, but if we take away his innocence, he'll be a rotten leader! Someone who'll seek us out, not to destroy us, but for our help!"
"Yes! It all makes sense now! And I know just how to do it! Listen, Koume, we just have to..."
The end of the week was a time of great joy for those who had never visited a fortune-teller. That means all except Ganondorf, whose fortune had been told many times by Yorges, who was, of course, a magician as well as a diplomat and advisor to the crown.
But the fortunes that Yorges told were always very vague, and never saw too far into the future.
This person told fortunes for a profession, and perhaps he would have more luck and more clarity.
"You have a very interesting future," said the cloaked and hooded man as Ganondorf sat. The orb of things yet to come flew into the air, and placed itself in front of Ganondorf's head.
All the teachers had forgotten to advise the fortuneteller not to tell Ganondorf about his destiny as a gerudo king until he was old enough, but to their surprise, he passed by that anyhow. Perhaps he had simply read their minds.
"You will grow into a strong young man, and your life span will exceed 200 years. There is more." The fortuneteller squinted as if to look harder into the future of this boy. "During the first hundred years of your life, you are consumed with duties, some to the land, some to the gerudo, but most to yourself. You use a young boy's innocence to grasp at your greatest ambition and then you are in another world. You obtain a great objective, and..."
With that, the fortune teller squinted as hard as he could, and finally gave up, saying, "a cloud of dark power surrounds the next 108 years, the next vision I have is a young boy dressed in red incinerating a monster who's the incarnation of all evil!"
"Lastly, a little while later, the same deadly monster is resurrected using a serum made by your hands, and the young boy in red kills it again. From that point forward, I can see nothing clearly."
With that, the fortuneteller clapped his hands, and Ganondorf stood, left, and made room for the next gerudo.
As he left the tent of the fortuneteller, Ganondorf thought about what he had said. About the monster, and the ambitions, about the use of two boys, and the heroes of Hyrule. Ganondorf decided that he would annihilate his notes, and destroy the serum. Only then could he be assured that it would not be used to resurrect a deadly monster.
He was at his own doorstep by this time, and his thoughts had shifted to one thing, "It's nice that he can do that. Too bad not everyone can."
Try as he might, Ganondorf just couldn't get close enough to an actual fire pit to burn his notes, so he decided to bury them in the desert of shifting sand. There he was, in the middle of the night, when not even the cock-a-doodle-doo was awake, attempting to bury his notes in the dangerous sands. He attempted to drop them in from a great distance, but it didn't work. They seemed to float, and more often than not, the wind blew them back to him, as if it wanted him to have them. Suddenly, he slipped and began to plunge into the shifting sand! Every good little gerudo knows that that means death!!!
His lungs began to clog with sand, and he tried to scream, but couldn't! All he could do was choke!
He was silent. He didn't speak. He didn't scream. All he did was desire it! Suddenly, Nabooru was there with a rope! She threw it out to him, and inch by inch, meter by meter, she began to pull him out!
For a few minutes he said nothing. Even after he had managed to get all the sand out of his lungs, but then he asked her, "How? How did you know?"
She replied solemnly, "the fortune teller told me I would take a rope from the edge of the desert at midnight on this date. At first I didn't know what he meant, but then yesterday, mom told me that she had left the second community rope over here, and while I was over here getting it, I heard a faint splash, and while I was running to see what it was, I heard a choking sound, and figured that it would be quite honorable to save whatever poor creature had fallen in, so I went back for the rope! When I saw that it was you, I sprinted extra fast to save you! Thank goodness I got here in time.
Ganondorf began to think about honor and bravery and sprinting extra fast. He only thought about those things when Nabooru was around. At last, he came to a conclusion.
He quickly blurted out; "I owe you my life."
"Pardon?" she was confused. Who wouldn't be? Ganondorf had never talked about life and death and especially owing anyone anything before! He had always talked about science and right!
"I owe you my life." He said again, louder, "If you ever want any one thing that is within my power to grant, then all you must do is ask."
"Oh, Ganondorf!" she said, hugging him! As usual, he didn't even glance at her, but big thoughts were brewing in his mind.
Suddenly, he broke away, and looked at his chest. His notes were still there. He groaned.
"Is something else wrong?" asked Nabooru.
"It's just that I've been trying to exterminate these notes all night, and I still haven't succeeded. I still have the blasted thing stuck to my chest, and I've no idea how to be rid of it. Do you have any ideas?"
"I do." said Nabooru softly, "meet me here this time tomorrow, with every magical artifact you have in your laboratory. We'll think something up then."
Ganondorf smiled, running off into the fortress, yelling back to Nabooru without caring if he woke anyone, "now I owe you two!"
The next day at the schoolhouse, Nabooru thought about what Ganondorf owed her. She knew what she had always wanted from him, what she never had the guts to ask for, and she had decided that the time had come.
"Ganondorf!" she cried down the stone hall, just as he passed her. She ran to catch up.
"Ganondorf," she said again, "I want to cash in."
"Hmm?" he said, not fully understanding what she was talking about.
"You said you owed me two!" she said quickly, "I want one of them now!"
"Oh!" said Ganondorf, slightly surprised, "what would you like?"
"What's your secret?" said Nabooru; "You always seem to know what the right thing to do is. What's your secret?"
Ganondorf stopped dead in his tracks. His face began to pale, and at last he spoke. "Meet me after school hours, but tell no one of this!"
And with that, he ran off, and Nabooru anxiously awaited the end of school hours.
They were in a barn. A large barn made of stone and masonry, and filled with hay and straw.
"This is even a secret from my mother," whispered Ganondorf in a hushed tone, "none of the gerudo would speak to me again if they knew this about me. You must promise to tell no one."
"I promise on my honor." said Nabooru softly, "but if it is so secret, why did you let me in on it? It's only a petty debt, and you're above those things, I guess."
"You're not." Came a deep voice from out of thin air, and that's when she saw Yorges. Not a straw quivered.
Nabooru would have shrieked, but she held her mouth shut, for fear of being heard. Yorges sat, his legs crossed, and motioned for them to do the same.
Yorges spoke immediately to Ganondorf, with his eyes closed, "I know why you've brought her here, there's no need to explain, but there is something I must tell you, Ganondorf. Tonight you will make a choice, which will decide your entire future, and the future of your innocence. Choose carefully. Choose Well.
Then he turned to Nabooru, saying, "I know why you've come." You want a deeper sense of right in your life. I cannot give that to you, but I can help guide you on the true path, as I did for Ganondorf. Pray that your innocence will not be tested as often as his."
Then he spoke in a voice that transcended spoken word. A voice of thought. A power of telepathy.
"I heard your words on your way in. On your honor. Know this. Love, wisdom, bravery. Next to these, honor is nothing. Righteousness is it's own reward, and the path of violence can never lead to harmony or justice."
Ganondorf, not wishing to interfere with this pivotal moment in Nabooru's life, got up and left. He knew that Yorges was teaching her right from wrong, and as he left the tent, he began to think, "It's nice that he can do that. Too bad not everyone can."
Ganondorf showed up the next night on the edge of the shifting sands with his enchanted pack of holding, set it on the ground, and began pulling thing after thing out of it. Soon afterwards, Nabooru ran up with a pair of purple glasses and some gold-soled boots.
Quietly, Ganondorf put on the boots and the glasses, retrieved his notes and evidence, and began to walk towards the shifting sands.
He walked in a straight line directly west, travelling neither north nor south, neither up nor down, which was astounding because the sand was uneven.
As he approached the shifting sands, the gold-soled boots began to glow brightly. Then he stepped out above the sand. Instantly, the boots created a circlet of brilliant light upon which he could stand. They were magic!
There he stood in mid-air above the shifting sands, as if on a higher level of ground, and with the broadest wave, tossed the notes into the sands.
Suddenly, an incredible thing happened! The notes disappeared into the sands, and were immediately spat out again, but instead of returning to his hands, as they had done before, they began to swirl around in two mighty cyclones, which solidified, not as pages, but as the two great witches, Koume and Kotake!
Each uttered magic words in a different language, and suddenly, many things began to happen!
First of all, to those around Ganondorf, he would appear to have been zapped by a bolt of sheer darkness, and would appear then to crumble to the ground, unconscious.
That it too simple an explanation, however, and cannot truly describe the intricacies of the mighty spell which the witches worked on him! It was a spell of enchantment, of teleportation, a spell that only Ganondorf could fully understand. This is what he saw...
