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In this story, Zelda didn't send Link back in time at the end of OOT and he went to Termina as an adult.
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GANONDORF
In this story, Zelda didn't send Link back in time at the end of OOT and he went to Termina as an adult.
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GANONDORF
Ganondorf Dragmire was in a void. He was cursed in the Dark Realm, unable to do anything but wait. He could move around, but eventually, he met an invisible wall in the dark. It was a strange place: Everything was black,
yet he could see clearly. It was as if he was in a black room and he was glowing. How long have I been here?, he thought as he paced his invisible prison, How long since that brat, Link and those cursed sages banished be here? He did not know. He was in a prison that he could not see or feel, his madness growing, growing. He lashed out at his face, nails carving deep gouges, blood spilling out. Pain. At
last, relief from his fear that he was not alive, but anger at his hopes that maybe this was all a dream. Yes. He would wake and find himself still at the head of his massive armies,
terrorizing those who dared oppose him, Ganondorf the King of Evil! He would find Link, Zelda and the Sages, find them before they could be awakened. He would slaughter them, their families, and those who lived around them. Then, once they were all dead, he could rest, knowing his victory was complete. Yes, this was all a dream, he would wake up and he would no longer be in this hellhole. Angrily, he marched up to a wall, the seals that held him prisoner. How he wanted to crush them, obliterate them, to free him self from this black hole. If he could only escape, with the Triforce of Power, he could soon regain his lost power, make allies with more monstrous creatures, and re-take Hyrule. For what seemed like an eternity, he had tried. He had hit, clawed, kicked, and cursed those seals. The magic of the Sages was strong. He had not succeeded. Even as he failed in his attempts, he noticed a change in his prison.
It seemed to get bigger with each repeated assault. The wall in front of him was the key to escape. He tried summoning his dark magic to destroy the very fabric of time where he stood. He uttered words in the harsh tongue of the Gerudos. He whispered secret phrases, long forgotten by many, but with the power to move mountains, manipulate time, and raise the dead. He shouted curses that scorched the ears in their brutality. In vain. His magic was greatly reduced by the influence the realm had had on him since he was trapped in it. Most of the spells were absorbed by the wall, some bounced back and hit him, never killing him, but leaving his bruised body behind. Let me die..., he pleaded, Let me die and let this end... Then, as he collapsed, he remembered... Ganondorf strode up to the king of Hyrule. He bowed and said "My liege, the Gerudo tribes pledge allegiance to Hyrule. We are ready to abandon our lives of thieves and become a part of this country." As the king acknowledged him with a smile, Ganondorf thought: Fool! As soon as I have the Triforce, I will run this castle over with my minions. You, I will personally kill. A slight movement by the window caught his eye. He turned. A small boy, dresses in green was spying though the glass! Ganondorf quickly dismissed him. Probably a servant's boy or a peasant's he thought. How ironic that that day, he had Link in his grip. He could have killed him that day and none of this would have happened!
For the moment, the Gerudo was only worried about the stone that the forest tree had refused to give him. He had not been able to take it by force, so he left a curse to eat the tree.
When the tree would be dead, he would return to take the stone. But something had gone wrong. He had returned to find the tree dead, but no stone was to be found.
Someone had double-crossed him and gotten the stone first! Could this boy dressed in green?...No, it was impossible. To defeat his curse, it would have taken a full-grown warrior, not some child!
Ganondorf snapped back to reality. He was lying on his back, head throbbing from his failed attempts to destroy the walls of his cell. As he got up, he noticed that his surroundings were now different: Where before, there had been blackness, he could now make out a very dark shade of grey. Ganondorf held his breath. This was it! He was beginning to have an influence on the Sages' seal! It was a small one, but it was a start. Sure, he thought sarcastically, I've been here forever and I make a tiny dent in their stupid seal. It'll take forever from the inside. I'd need something to break the seal
from the outside. Of course, the chances of this happening were so remote, he did not even want to estimate them. Whatever broke the seal would have to find the seal, know how to break it, get past whatever guarding spells had been placed around the seal, and finally, have enough power to break the seal. Then he would be free, assuming the breaking of the seal didn't kill him. He sat down and, having nothing else to do, let his mind wander on his past memories... A young Ganondorf walked proudly through the Gerudo fortress, radiating with self-confidence. Since he was the only male Gerudo to be born in 100 years, he was practically worshipped. He owned these thieves! There was only one shadow: His mother. Even though he was a male, she had produced him, and therefore, was considered to be the chosen one, destined to lead the Gerudos until her son was old enough to lead the desert thieves. Ganondorf did not want to wait! He wanted to lead now! He was only in his late teens, but already he was beginning to feel a thirst for power.
As he climbed up a hill, he saw Nabooru, a young Gerudo who he was particularly attracted to. But she wanted nothing with him. To her, he was a spoiled brat who she would never see as a leader. She had rejected all his advances, but he still tried, in hopes that she would crack someday.
The fact that the entire Gerudo race was female, save for one male born every 100 years, posed a problem for their survival. Most of the time, they would kidnap men from the surrounding settlements, mate with them, then release them, or keep them prisoner. It was considered an incredible honour to be chosen as mate by a Gerudo male. More often then not, though, the male would have a harem of mates, so as to ensure his descendants.
This was what annoyed Ganondorf about Nabooru. She should consider herself lucky to have caught his eye. All he knew was that when he was in power, whomever he picked for mate, he would get, so Nabooru had better get used to the idea!
"Hey, Nabooru!" he called, Nabooru ignored him. "HEY! NABOORU!" he called again.
Nabooru looked up, acknowledging she had hear him.
"What do you want, Ganondorf? Whatever it is, I'm not interested."
"Sure you are!" said Ganondorf," You know you like me, you're just hiding it because you're shy!"
"Ganondorf," said Nabooru, pointing a finger at him, "I will never, ever sleep with you."
"When I'm in command, you'll do as I say, bitch."
WHAM! Ganondorf was on the ground, his left cheek burning. Nabooru had hit him across the face as hard as she could, knocking him over.
"Don't," she said, standing over him, "you ever say that again!"
As the guards rushed over to drag her away, Ganondorf saw the look of triumph on her face.
"You'll pay for that. Oh yes, you'll pay dearly!" Ganondorf snarled.
Later, Ganondorf had stood by his mother, Nashjaana, as Nabooru was dragged before the Gerudo queen.
"Nabooru," said Nashjaana, "Your behaviour today was unacceptable. How dare you lay a hand on my son? What have you to say for your defence?"
"I beg of you, Nashjaana, I was only giving your son what he deserved." pleaded Nabooru.
"How so?" asked Nashjaana.
"Your son suggested that I should immediately begin considering myself his mate." said Nabooru, staring Nashjaana straight in the eye.
"It is true that he will have his choice of mate when he rules," said Nashjaana, "But, I also believe that Ganondorf is a very pretentious boy who does not know his place! Therefore, I believe Nabooru is right when she says that he got what he deserved. Nabooru, you are free to go."
Nabooru stuttered many thanks and left.
Nashjaana looked sternly at her son. "Ganondorf, you are a disgrace! When are you going to learn that if you want to lead these thieves, you need to earn their respect! If you keep going about like this, when you come to power, they will surely revolt against you! You are dismissed!"
Ganondorf had returned to his quarters, full of rage, against Nabooru and against his mother.
No, though Ganondorf, Not that one. Too painful.
His relation with Nabooru hadn't improved. In fact, she had avoided him as much as possible. But he had made her pay once his mother died. He recalled that horrid night...
Ganondorf was in the training grounds, practicing his swordplay. His opponent, a young, hotheaded Gerudo, was putting all the moves on him. Ganondorf sidestepped her thrust and parried her swipe as she spun around. They circled each other, testing their guard. The Gerudo sprung forward, bringing her sword down on Ganondorf's head, he quickly knocked her sword aside and hit her on the side of the head with the flat of his sword. The Gerudo stood stunned for a second, and then she drew her second sword. She spun around and jumped at Ganondorf. He backed up, letting the Gerudo land where he'd been moments before. As soon as she landed, he disarmed her in two swift strokes, and swung at her unprotected neck, stopping the blade, millimetres from her throat.
"You've lost again, Rishja. Too bad." Ganondorf boasted.
"I'll win one day." his opponent said, grinning.
Just then, a Gerudo rushed in. She was panting heavily and seemed very impatient.
"Lord Ganondorf!" she said, "You mother's raiding party was attacked!"
"Attacked?" asked Ganondorf, "By who?"
"The Hylians my Lord. They waited in ambush and attacked them."
"Is she alive?" asked Ganondorf, though he dreaded the answer.
"She's dead my Lord. I saw it all from a distance."
Ganondorf was agape. His mother was dead. He could not believe that a warrior such as her could have been taken down in combat.
He heard himself saying, "What happened?", but his voice was hollow and strange.
The Gerudo sat down and began the tale.
Nashjaana's raiding party left the village, loaded with plunder. The villagers had not resisted much, and now, their huts burned, bright orange on the dark night sky. The Gerudos had attacked the village because due to the exceptional drought, the meagre crops they managed to raise had all perished. The villagers had barely managed to gather enough for themselves, but nobody argued with a Gerudo, as the chieftain found out the hard way. His body now lay in five different pieces in the middle of the village, his blood staining the ground red. The rest of the villagers had fled, so the plunder was very easy.
It was a four-day walk back to the fortress, and the raiding party was moving quickly, knowing the blazing huts would attract the Hylian soldiers. Nashjaana was pleased: no casualties on her side, and enough crops to last for several weeks. After that, a new raid would be organized, or food would be bought with the gold they had stolen.
As the Gerudos crossed a ridge, a flaming arrow shot into the night sky. Immediately, arrows started hissing past them, a few impaling soldiers on their shafts. The Hylian soldiers had been lying in wait, probably summoned from the nearest town. They had come while the Gerudos had plundered the village. "It was too simple." said Nashjaana, as more arrows rained around them.
The Gerudos were in a bad fix. Completely exposed, they had little, or no cover. The full moon shining brightly in the sky gave the Hylian soldiers a perfect sight of the exposed thieves.
"Drop everything and run!" ordered Nashjaana. They were outnumbered, and vulnerable. As the Gerudos turned to run, shafts came whistling in the other direction. they were surrounded! They would have to fight.
"Rush the archers, half with me to the right, the other half to the left!" Nashjaana said.
Nashjaana knew that the situation was hopeless. Even as they approached the soldiers, the Hylian archers killed more and more Gerudos. As they came within fighting distance the archers dropped their bows and picked up their shields and swords. The Gerudo were splendid swordfighters, unequalled in Hyrule, but the Hylians had the advantage of numbers. For each soldier that was killed, there would be two more to replace him. At the end, Nashjaana and a half-dozen of her soldiers were trapped in a ring of soldiers.
"If we die, we die standing, sword drawn!" shouted Nashjaana as she led her soldiers into the Hylian troops. The Gerudos fought with the energy of despair, slashing, blocking, thrusting. Finally, they went down, mortally wounded, but proud to have fought bravely.
"This is what happened, my Lord" the Gerudo finished, "My condolences for your mother's death. She was a true warrior and this is how she wanted to die."
Ganondorf was not listening. His grief blinded him. He ran out, stumbling. Outside, the Gerudos stepped away from his, respectful of the pain he was feeling. He ran out of the fortress and into the haunted wastelands. he ran on and on, not caring for the blinding sandstorm that was raging. He kept repeating to himself No, she not dead. She can't be. She's not dead.
Night fell and still he ran on. Running from his pain, his grief, and most of all, his anger. Anger at the Hylians. They had killed his mother. The one person who mattered to him most in the world. She had always been there for him. Teaching him her fighting skills, survival skills, but most of all, giving him something he needed more then anything else, love. She loved him, despite his temper, despite his selfishness. For her, he was not just a male Gerudo, he was her son, her flesh and blood, the only one who she loved more than anything else. Her unconditional love for him had always comforted him in hard times. Now, all this was gone. A rage, like a poison, was running through his veins. How he hated the Hylians. How he wished he could crush them all, like a foot crushes bugs in the dirt.
Still he ran on.
Now he was beginning to feel the burn in his legs, his muscles screaming in pain. Overwhelmed by emotion, he collapsed.
He woke up several hours later, not knowing where he was. The sandstorm was still howling around him, like an angry beast. He was lost.
He cursed himself for his foolishness. He could be miles from the fortress now! How was he going to get back? To be lost in a sandstorm is a terrifying experience. You don't know where anything is, and you can go around in circles, trying to find a way out as the sand pummels your frail body. You can't backtrack by following your footsteps since the wind erased them as soon as they are created
Ganondorf began to walk ahead of him. For all he knew, maybe the fortress was mere metres away. He'd take a few steps and it would materialize out of the sand, like an illusion previously hidden from the eye.
As he walked, he listened to the wind. The howling voice carried far off sounds to him. He heard the clanking of armour, the gallop of horses, and, Ganondorf's blood ran cold, the insane giggle of Poes. He heard their rhythmic swaying as they got closer, their giggling as they vanished, only to reappear a few feet away, and he started to see the light of their lanterns, which contain the souls of those who they kill in the night.
He had no weapons. The Poes could easily outrun him, but he ran anyway. He could hear them getting closer behind him. As he turned to see if they were nearing him, he tripped and fell, getting a mouthful of sand. The Poes appeared out of the swirling sand, visions of horror come from the grave. They surrounded Ganondorf, circling closer and closer in their macabre killing ritual.
Poes are pack hunters. The only Poes that hunt alone are big Poes. The Poes chase down a potential prey until it collapses of exhaustion. Then, the Poes circle the prey, going in tighter and tighter circles until one of them goes in for the kill. The soul of the victim is extracted and placed in the Poe's lantern. The corpse is left to scavengers. The souls feed the Poes with their living energy.
Ganondorf did not want to die like this. A sort of madness came over him and he leapt up, snatching the lantern from the nearest Poe and smashing it over the Poe's head. The damned soul gave a shriek and disappeared, leaving it's spirit behind, a small harmless pink flame, fluttering in the wind. Seeing this, the other Poes turned and fled. They could not face such a bold mortal.
As Ganondorf watched the Poes leaving, he felt something fly past him. He turned; there was nothing. Then, he jumped as a voice whispered at his ear.
"Well, well. It's not often you see a mortal fight off the Poes." it said.
Ganondorf looked around. There was nobody.
"What are you?" he asked.
"How rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself," it mockingly said, "I am Ganon, the Demon of Evil."
"The one who tried to steal Hyrule's Triforce? The Lord of Darkness the Gannon?" Ganondorf asked, bewildered.
"I see you are a connoisseur." Ganon said.
"But you were banished," Ganondorf said "when the Hero of Time killed you."
"Did you really think that the Ultimate Evil could be defeated?" Ganon laughed "No, no, my "death" was just a minor setback."
"What do want from me?" asked Ganondorf.
"I want you to help me steal the Triforce." Ganon said.
"I'll do it!" said Ganondorf "Anything to get back at the Hylians. They killed my mother! How do I help?"
"Grief is a powerful motivator." said Ganon "Being a spirit is such a drag. I have no physical form. I need a body to inhibit."
"Mine?" asked Ganondorf.
"Catch on quick, don't we?" said Ganon.
Ganondorf considered this proposal very carefully. Being a host for Ganon's spirit would be a great asset. Ganondorf had read a lot about the King of Evil and he knew that with Ganon's power, he could easily take Hyrule. But Ganondorf had also leant about the terrible curse that Ganon was. A sort of leprosy that ate you from within. He couldn't believe that there was no catch to this deal, which remained never the less tempting.
"What's in it for me?" he asked.
"I will make you the ultimate warrior. Your strength, your speed, and your cunningness will be unequalled, save by one." Ganon said "There is a new Hero of Time arising. He does not know it yet, but one day, the Hero of Time will awaken within him."
"Then we must act quickly, while the hero is still dormant." said Ganondorf.
"So, you accept my offer?" asked Ganon.
"Yes."
"Very well, the Binding of Bloods begins now!" Ganon roared.
Ganondorf felt a searing pain in his head. He clutched it, and felt something wet. Blood. There was a huge gash on his forehead and his blood was flowing freely from it. He tried to stop the flow of blood whit his hands, but the blood still seeped thick through his fingers. As he watched his blood dripping onto the sand, Ganondorf felt tried. He fell down, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His vision clouded over as he closed his eyes.
The Eye of Din rose, revealing Ganondorf Dragmire lying on the sand, blood seeping from his head. He was not moving.
Ganondorf woke up. At first he did not know where he was. As he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in his room. There was a pitcher of water and a bowl of food nearby. Being ravenously hungry, he began to eat.
There was a knock at the door and the Gerudo healer, Djaanu, came in.
"Good to see you awake, Lord Ganondorf." she said.
"Djaanu," asked Ganondorf "What happened? I was in the wastelands and...I don't remember anything."
"Din is with you Lord." said the healer "A patrol found you in the wastelands with a large gash on your head. You had lost a lot of blood. They brought you back and I was able to nurse you back to health."
She left and Ganondorf lay back, recalling what had happened. He touched the gash on his forehead and a spasm rocked him. He suddenly had a vision of a young warrior, clad in green, advancing on him. He shook his head to clear his mind. He did not know why, but he had a strange feeling of power, surging through him. He did not know what had happened in the wastelands, but what he did know, was that he was a new man.
Yes. That was the time when Ganon had come to him and he had become symbiotic with the Lord of Darkness. Ganon's power was channelled though him. Though powerful, Ganondorf had been very careful to learn to master his new powers. He had studied the Dark Arts for many years after this day to learn how to control the force within him.
As Ganondorf sat in the pit of darkness he had come to accept as his home, he became aware of a powerful surge of energy nearby. He stood up, straining
his ears for any sound, any clue as to where this energy might be coming from. Had the sages finally decided to occupy him with a distracting torture? Or was he finally going to be set free?
Ganondorf moved around in his prison, trying to sense the source of this disturbance.
He was now sure that something was happening. He could feel vibration, coursing the floor of his cell. The darkness, which had once been as black as a moonless night,
was brightening. The very fabric of time seemed to stretch in a scream of pain as Ganondorf asked himself: "Who weilds a greater power than I?"
To be continued...
Author's note: I know, I know, you're all gonna be jumping up and down saying "But Koume and Kotake are Ganondorf's mothers!" Well, I decided that this was weird, so I changed it.
Besides, you didn't expect every little detail from the games to be in this fic? That's what fan fiction is about: building on what is present.
