Ganondorf Dragmire was sitting
under one of the large apple trees that were so common amongst the area
surrounding the Lost Woods were he often came to relax by
himself. No one else knew about this place. They either
feared to go through the Lost Woods, or they cared not to see what lie
behind. He made him a small hammock to lie on, but her preferred
the ground under this shading tree. The fruit it brought forth
'twas absolutely excellent. Ganondorf hadn't thought of eating
it, only the wonderful scenery that surrounded it. His life was
in shambles, and he was only a young lad. His mother often came
to his face. He could feel her touch his face ever so softly as
she spoke her kind words to him.
"Now, Ganon, you know not ot fool with that group of girls. They're not right for you. You need a princess. You yourself are a prince," she would say over and over. How was a prince he did not know. He thought the Gerudo were hated, so how could they have a prince. That was one of the last things she would ever tell him. She died when he seven.
Now, twelve years later, he understood. Ganondorf thought that she wanted him to make peace with the king of Hyrule through a marriage. After all, he was a prince and she could only marry a prince. From the way the girls in his village stared at his every move, watching his big muscles contract with every movement, he assumed his was rather good looking, but little did he know that he was considered the most handsome among the eligible bachelor's, and even all men in Hyrule. He sat under his favorite apple tree, wondering what the king would think.
"Well," Ganondorf started to himself, "the king would most likely want me hanged for the thought. I'll just have to sneak in and pay a visit."
With this Ganondorf, rose from his seating and began to walk back towards the Lost Woods. His thoughts were racing wo fast he couldn't manage to keep them straight. What would he say to her? What would he say to the king? He wasn't quite sure. One thing was for sure, he was a prince and his presence couldn't be refused. The edge seemed different so how. It wasn't nearly as tranquil as before. Noticing the change, Ganondorf picked up his pace to a moderate jog. Owls were awake and squirrels scurried; something changed. As he made his way out of the woods, into his village, he could murmuring amongst the people.
"Ganondorf!" a masculine voice yelled. "Ganondorf, come here quick!"
Ganondorf ran over to his friend. "Moor, what is it?"
Moor began to speak with a smile crossing his mild face, "It's the king. He requested for you to come to him at once! Do you know what that means?"
A blank look fell on the handsome face that belonged to Ganondorf. He couldn't help it. Why he was being called to the king he couldn't know. "Moor, you must be mistaken. We Gerudo are forbidden to enter the Hellion castle. You know the king banished our people. We were supposed to be in the desert a long time ago. He's probably just wanting me to move out of the village so you will follow."
"No!" came another male voice, "he has one thing on his mind. He has chosen you to be the first looked over for a proper husband for his lone daughter."
"Father! You and I both know that it's a cover up to get me there," Ganondorf returned.
"Dragmire, it's okay. He'll go. It's his duty as a prince," Moor added as he walked off towards his house.
"Ganondorf, you need to go. It could mean happiness for our people-" Dragmire started.
"Fine! I'm going!" Ganon yelled as he turned to his house. He ran up to the stallion and hurled himself onto the saddle.
"Now, Ganon, you know not ot fool with that group of girls. They're not right for you. You need a princess. You yourself are a prince," she would say over and over. How was a prince he did not know. He thought the Gerudo were hated, so how could they have a prince. That was one of the last things she would ever tell him. She died when he seven.
Now, twelve years later, he understood. Ganondorf thought that she wanted him to make peace with the king of Hyrule through a marriage. After all, he was a prince and she could only marry a prince. From the way the girls in his village stared at his every move, watching his big muscles contract with every movement, he assumed his was rather good looking, but little did he know that he was considered the most handsome among the eligible bachelor's, and even all men in Hyrule. He sat under his favorite apple tree, wondering what the king would think.
"Well," Ganondorf started to himself, "the king would most likely want me hanged for the thought. I'll just have to sneak in and pay a visit."
With this Ganondorf, rose from his seating and began to walk back towards the Lost Woods. His thoughts were racing wo fast he couldn't manage to keep them straight. What would he say to her? What would he say to the king? He wasn't quite sure. One thing was for sure, he was a prince and his presence couldn't be refused. The edge seemed different so how. It wasn't nearly as tranquil as before. Noticing the change, Ganondorf picked up his pace to a moderate jog. Owls were awake and squirrels scurried; something changed. As he made his way out of the woods, into his village, he could murmuring amongst the people.
"Ganondorf!" a masculine voice yelled. "Ganondorf, come here quick!"
Ganondorf ran over to his friend. "Moor, what is it?"
Moor began to speak with a smile crossing his mild face, "It's the king. He requested for you to come to him at once! Do you know what that means?"
A blank look fell on the handsome face that belonged to Ganondorf. He couldn't help it. Why he was being called to the king he couldn't know. "Moor, you must be mistaken. We Gerudo are forbidden to enter the Hellion castle. You know the king banished our people. We were supposed to be in the desert a long time ago. He's probably just wanting me to move out of the village so you will follow."
"No!" came another male voice, "he has one thing on his mind. He has chosen you to be the first looked over for a proper husband for his lone daughter."
"Father! You and I both know that it's a cover up to get me there," Ganondorf returned.
"Dragmire, it's okay. He'll go. It's his duty as a prince," Moor added as he walked off towards his house.
"Ganondorf, you need to go. It could mean happiness for our people-" Dragmire started.
"Fine! I'm going!" Ganon yelled as he turned to his house. He ran up to the stallion and hurled himself onto the saddle.