Gerudo Oath
Disclaimer: Any characters that aren't mine aren't mine, and anything that is, is.
Notes: This is my first fic, but don't feel the need to go easy on me. I accept constructive criticism! But that doesn't mean that you can overdo it!
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There is a place where the women rule over the desert, where the sandy ocean waits in silence to ensnare an unsuspecting traveler. Every 1000 years a single baby boy is born. This one child is destined to grow up and become the all-powerful king of the Gerudo nation. This is the story of that one single child, the legend, the tyrant Ganondorf.
"Awaken young one, it is time to realize your destiny." Gerudo Blade whispered.
In a bright, shiny room all is illuminated except for one corner. In the tiny corner Ganondorf sits rocking back and forth concealing his face from the light.
"What a dastardly thing the sun is. Always shining it's rays down upon the earth from the sky. One day soon I'll hide the world from its luminescence." Gannondorf said in a low, growling tone.
In an Instant, the door swung open and light overwhelmed the little corner. When the little corner revealed its inhabitant, the young one snarled. The corner contained a thin young boy with hair that resembled the flames of a volcano. His most preeminent feature was his oversized nose.
"How dare you enter the chamber of the King of Thieves!" Gannondorf said as he was rising to his feet.
"Your majesty, the queen has requested your presence at the christening of your sister." explained the kneeling servant.
"Hmph. That foolish child is pathetic. She lacks the strength of a true Gerudo thief. She is weak and sympathetic." Gannondorf growled as he walked toward the servant.
As he stood beside the drudge, he stared out of the door; the light only lit his face and left the rest of his body dark.
"Take me to the ceremony."
The servant turned, led the way out of the door, and Gannondorf followed. As they walked by a desert market, a little stand caught Gannondorf's attention; it was round and colorful. Gannondorf ceased walking to his original destination, and went to the stand.
"Hello, young man."
In the stand was a shadowy figure, old and decrepit, with a staff in his hand
"Do you wish for me to read your future?"
"I know my future . . . but tell be anyway."
"You will fail in your conquest to rule as king of the land. You will perish." translated the clairvoyant.
"You are nothing but a crazy old fortune teller, and know not of what you say!"
"Oh, you have never been more incorrect. It is fate. It is destiny."
"I control my own fate and write my own destiny! I will succeed in my conquest!"
"Ignorant young child. You will fail and your foe will succeed. That is all that is written in Fate's Guide."
"I need not to listen to your babble!!" He said while walking off.
Gannondorf walked until he reached the lake. There, the christening was taking place. Gannondorf walked until he stood beside his mother.
"Where were you to have been so late?"
"I was taking care of business. I had work to attend to."
"Was your work so important that you almost missed the oath of your sister??"
"No mother, I should have not been late . . . Forgive me."
They watched in awe as the color streams raced through the sky. He watched as his sister ran from post to post taking candles (each post is three miles apart).
"What is this? The posts are much farther apart than when I took the oath!"
"Your sister is part of an elite Gerudo training camp. It is much more strenuous and takes tests to a whole new level. Besides, you are young and disobedient; you must be wise and cool."
"I wish to take this training camp."
"It is only for the girls. More to the point, you are the king and it is engraved in your memory."
Gannondorf become omnipotent were his thoughts. As his sister finished the course, she sprinted with all of her might to the center. She ran so fast, she seemed to fly. She covered two hundred feet with each step. As she was running, she started to slow down drastically until she was walking. She turned to Gannondorf and toppled to the ground.
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Disclaimer: Any characters that aren't mine aren't mine, and anything that is, is.
Notes: This is my first fic, but don't feel the need to go easy on me. I accept constructive criticism! But that doesn't mean that you can overdo it!
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There is a place where the women rule over the desert, where the sandy ocean waits in silence to ensnare an unsuspecting traveler. Every 1000 years a single baby boy is born. This one child is destined to grow up and become the all-powerful king of the Gerudo nation. This is the story of that one single child, the legend, the tyrant Ganondorf.
"Awaken young one, it is time to realize your destiny." Gerudo Blade whispered.
In a bright, shiny room all is illuminated except for one corner. In the tiny corner Ganondorf sits rocking back and forth concealing his face from the light.
"What a dastardly thing the sun is. Always shining it's rays down upon the earth from the sky. One day soon I'll hide the world from its luminescence." Gannondorf said in a low, growling tone.
In an Instant, the door swung open and light overwhelmed the little corner. When the little corner revealed its inhabitant, the young one snarled. The corner contained a thin young boy with hair that resembled the flames of a volcano. His most preeminent feature was his oversized nose.
"How dare you enter the chamber of the King of Thieves!" Gannondorf said as he was rising to his feet.
"Your majesty, the queen has requested your presence at the christening of your sister." explained the kneeling servant.
"Hmph. That foolish child is pathetic. She lacks the strength of a true Gerudo thief. She is weak and sympathetic." Gannondorf growled as he walked toward the servant.
As he stood beside the drudge, he stared out of the door; the light only lit his face and left the rest of his body dark.
"Take me to the ceremony."
The servant turned, led the way out of the door, and Gannondorf followed. As they walked by a desert market, a little stand caught Gannondorf's attention; it was round and colorful. Gannondorf ceased walking to his original destination, and went to the stand.
"Hello, young man."
In the stand was a shadowy figure, old and decrepit, with a staff in his hand
"Do you wish for me to read your future?"
"I know my future . . . but tell be anyway."
"You will fail in your conquest to rule as king of the land. You will perish." translated the clairvoyant.
"You are nothing but a crazy old fortune teller, and know not of what you say!"
"Oh, you have never been more incorrect. It is fate. It is destiny."
"I control my own fate and write my own destiny! I will succeed in my conquest!"
"Ignorant young child. You will fail and your foe will succeed. That is all that is written in Fate's Guide."
"I need not to listen to your babble!!" He said while walking off.
Gannondorf walked until he reached the lake. There, the christening was taking place. Gannondorf walked until he stood beside his mother.
"Where were you to have been so late?"
"I was taking care of business. I had work to attend to."
"Was your work so important that you almost missed the oath of your sister??"
"No mother, I should have not been late . . . Forgive me."
They watched in awe as the color streams raced through the sky. He watched as his sister ran from post to post taking candles (each post is three miles apart).
"What is this? The posts are much farther apart than when I took the oath!"
"Your sister is part of an elite Gerudo training camp. It is much more strenuous and takes tests to a whole new level. Besides, you are young and disobedient; you must be wise and cool."
"I wish to take this training camp."
"It is only for the girls. More to the point, you are the king and it is engraved in your memory."
Gannondorf become omnipotent were his thoughts. As his sister finished the course, she sprinted with all of her might to the center. She ran so fast, she seemed to fly. She covered two hundred feet with each step. As she was running, she started to slow down drastically until she was walking. She turned to Gannondorf and toppled to the ground.
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