I don't own Zelda. Duh. Who writes fanfiction for their own creations? It wouldn't be fanfiction in that case anyway.
If my original characters are Mary-Sues/Gary Stus, feel free to slap me=).~Animal Cracker
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The double doors of the guest room flew open with a loud bang as Ganondorf strode in angrily. He had a dark scowl on his face, and even his bodyguards were careful to keep some distance between them and him. He sat at the desk and ordered that some water be brought to him before dismissing everyone from the room.
As he sipped the precious liquid, so scarce in Gerudo Valley and the Barren Wasteland but so plentiful here, in the castle and the lands surrounding it, he reflected back upon the meeting he had just attended. Six hours in a hot, stuffy room with no windows and uncomfortable high-backed chairs, guards at every entrance and that pompous, condescending voice drilling in to his head, and nothing to show for it. To think that the Hylian king would actually listen to the opinions of a Gerudo heathen, royalty or not, was ridiculous, really. But he had tried. He had no other choice, and time was running out.
All he wanted was the land surrounding the entrance to the valley to grow food on. There was no one living on it or farming it, the plots being too far from any Hylian villages to be convenient. But it was still considered part of Hyrule Field, and so was under the jurisdiction of the Hylian King. When he had asked the king for some of the land, he was told that it had been set aside for the rapidly growing Hylian population, and he just couldn't give it away. 'You understand my reasons don't you, being a ruler yourself? The needs of my people come first.'
Yes, the needs of his people. The people of fair skin, the people of hair that came in more colors than just red, the people of pointed ears. Nevermind the fact that the people to live on the land had not yet been born, that there were people right now who needed that land, needed the food. Even if they had skin dark from the sun, hair like rivers of blood, and ears that could not hear the goddesses, they were all still the children of the Mother Goddess, Farore, were they not? But what were the needs of the Gerudo before those of the Hylians?
Tired of brooding, Ganondorf rose and stalked towards the bed. His current state of mind wasn't helping things; perhaps some sleep would help. The solution to his problems might come in his dreams...
~*Dream*~
It was insufferably hot in the market place, but having lived in a desert all his life, Ganondorf wasn't bothered by it. What bothered him was the people.
It was hot and sweaty, pushing and shoving, everyone going in different directions, paying no heed to the Gerudo King, treating as if he were just another peasant. Could they not see who he was? He growled at a little girl that had run in to him, but she didn't seem to notice him at all, just kept chasing a runaway cucco.
He snorted, and started working his way to the edge of the swarming mass of bodies. Suddenly, there was a flash of gold, just at the edge of his vision. He turned, searching for it. And he found it.
A Hylian youth was standing in a doorway with his back toward Ganondorf. The youth didn't look all that extraordinary at first glance. He was wearing a simple dark-green tunic over black underclothes and brown boots, with his hair tied up in a short tail. But the *color* of that hair...the youth's head turned slightly, and as the sun hit his hair, it seemed as if it turned each strand in to a piece of solid sunlight.
The youth was still turning, as if to face Ganondorf. As he turned, Ganondorf thought he glimpsed two eyes, as blue as any summer sky. But before he could fully see the face of the youth, he--
~*End Dream*~
--woke up. Link lay still, listening for any odd noises. When his sensitive ears picked up none, he relaxed.
The dream had been...strange. The feeling he got from it was very similar to the dreams he had had before. It wasn't dark and foreboding like the first one that had sent him on his quest at ten years of age; it had also been different from his most recent one, of Destiny and her blank, featureless room that had chilled him. This dream had been unlike them, for he had just been dreaming of himself standing in the doorway of the house, talking with Denna. But there was still the sensation of shivers crawling up his spine.
In the dream, someone had been watching him. He had turned to see who the watcher was, but had woken up before he could find them.
Link closed his eyes and sighed. He didn't know what exactly it was the Destiny had sent him in to the past to do, but he knew the time to fulfill his duty had yet to come.
He hoped that when the time finally arrived, Denna and Tekir wouldn't get hurt, as often happened to the people around him. Though not related to him by blood, he begun to think of them as the parents he had never known, and the unborn baby as the younger sibling he would never have.
It was Denna though, who made him feel the strongest. His mother had given her life for him, so that he might live, and he had promised himself that he would do all that was within his power to make sure that no one else would have to grow up as he had, an orphan living a life without love. Without Saria, he didn't know how he would have turned out, and he knew not all orphans would be as lucky as he was, to have a true friend to look after them.
Denna would be a mother soon, Tekir a father, and Link would make sure they lived to see their children's children.
If he could have left them here to a quiet and peaceful life, he would have. But he knew that his task would be connected to them in some way, and leaving them would not draw the danger away from them. Instead, it would just leave them on their own to face the danger for themselves.
No, it would be better to stay here, where he might at least be able protect them, and take the brunt of the attack.
As he drifted off to sleep, he thought he heard a faint sound, though it might have only been the wind.
A faint sound of laughter, carried away on the breeze.
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To be continued...
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If my original characters are Mary-Sues/Gary Stus, feel free to slap me=).~Animal Cracker
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The double doors of the guest room flew open with a loud bang as Ganondorf strode in angrily. He had a dark scowl on his face, and even his bodyguards were careful to keep some distance between them and him. He sat at the desk and ordered that some water be brought to him before dismissing everyone from the room.
As he sipped the precious liquid, so scarce in Gerudo Valley and the Barren Wasteland but so plentiful here, in the castle and the lands surrounding it, he reflected back upon the meeting he had just attended. Six hours in a hot, stuffy room with no windows and uncomfortable high-backed chairs, guards at every entrance and that pompous, condescending voice drilling in to his head, and nothing to show for it. To think that the Hylian king would actually listen to the opinions of a Gerudo heathen, royalty or not, was ridiculous, really. But he had tried. He had no other choice, and time was running out.
All he wanted was the land surrounding the entrance to the valley to grow food on. There was no one living on it or farming it, the plots being too far from any Hylian villages to be convenient. But it was still considered part of Hyrule Field, and so was under the jurisdiction of the Hylian King. When he had asked the king for some of the land, he was told that it had been set aside for the rapidly growing Hylian population, and he just couldn't give it away. 'You understand my reasons don't you, being a ruler yourself? The needs of my people come first.'
Yes, the needs of his people. The people of fair skin, the people of hair that came in more colors than just red, the people of pointed ears. Nevermind the fact that the people to live on the land had not yet been born, that there were people right now who needed that land, needed the food. Even if they had skin dark from the sun, hair like rivers of blood, and ears that could not hear the goddesses, they were all still the children of the Mother Goddess, Farore, were they not? But what were the needs of the Gerudo before those of the Hylians?
Tired of brooding, Ganondorf rose and stalked towards the bed. His current state of mind wasn't helping things; perhaps some sleep would help. The solution to his problems might come in his dreams...
~*Dream*~
It was insufferably hot in the market place, but having lived in a desert all his life, Ganondorf wasn't bothered by it. What bothered him was the people.
It was hot and sweaty, pushing and shoving, everyone going in different directions, paying no heed to the Gerudo King, treating as if he were just another peasant. Could they not see who he was? He growled at a little girl that had run in to him, but she didn't seem to notice him at all, just kept chasing a runaway cucco.
He snorted, and started working his way to the edge of the swarming mass of bodies. Suddenly, there was a flash of gold, just at the edge of his vision. He turned, searching for it. And he found it.
A Hylian youth was standing in a doorway with his back toward Ganondorf. The youth didn't look all that extraordinary at first glance. He was wearing a simple dark-green tunic over black underclothes and brown boots, with his hair tied up in a short tail. But the *color* of that hair...the youth's head turned slightly, and as the sun hit his hair, it seemed as if it turned each strand in to a piece of solid sunlight.
The youth was still turning, as if to face Ganondorf. As he turned, Ganondorf thought he glimpsed two eyes, as blue as any summer sky. But before he could fully see the face of the youth, he--
~*End Dream*~
--woke up. Link lay still, listening for any odd noises. When his sensitive ears picked up none, he relaxed.
The dream had been...strange. The feeling he got from it was very similar to the dreams he had had before. It wasn't dark and foreboding like the first one that had sent him on his quest at ten years of age; it had also been different from his most recent one, of Destiny and her blank, featureless room that had chilled him. This dream had been unlike them, for he had just been dreaming of himself standing in the doorway of the house, talking with Denna. But there was still the sensation of shivers crawling up his spine.
In the dream, someone had been watching him. He had turned to see who the watcher was, but had woken up before he could find them.
Link closed his eyes and sighed. He didn't know what exactly it was the Destiny had sent him in to the past to do, but he knew the time to fulfill his duty had yet to come.
He hoped that when the time finally arrived, Denna and Tekir wouldn't get hurt, as often happened to the people around him. Though not related to him by blood, he begun to think of them as the parents he had never known, and the unborn baby as the younger sibling he would never have.
It was Denna though, who made him feel the strongest. His mother had given her life for him, so that he might live, and he had promised himself that he would do all that was within his power to make sure that no one else would have to grow up as he had, an orphan living a life without love. Without Saria, he didn't know how he would have turned out, and he knew not all orphans would be as lucky as he was, to have a true friend to look after them.
Denna would be a mother soon, Tekir a father, and Link would make sure they lived to see their children's children.
If he could have left them here to a quiet and peaceful life, he would have. But he knew that his task would be connected to them in some way, and leaving them would not draw the danger away from them. Instead, it would just leave them on their own to face the danger for themselves.
No, it would be better to stay here, where he might at least be able protect them, and take the brunt of the attack.
As he drifted off to sleep, he thought he heard a faint sound, though it might have only been the wind.
A faint sound of laughter, carried away on the breeze.
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To be continued...
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