A/N: Okay, time for another chappie!!

SSG: YAY!! THE FIEND IS UPDATING!!!

Link: What the...!?

SSG: Sorry I'm late. I'm NN1's new lackey, so here I am!!

Link: O.O You're joking, right?

Nope, she ain't joking! She'll be here for the rest of the fic!!

SSG: YAY!!!

Link: -.-;;; This CAN'T be good...

Rise of the Heroine of Time: Chapter 2: The Evil King Returns

Night slipped over Hyrule like it always did. The entire land seemed to sleep, for night in Hyrule was a time of peace, quiet, and tranquility.

But this night was different.

A heavy feeling filled the air. Not even the dogs strived to take their nightly walks in the market. The world outside seemed to stand still.

The heavy feeling came strongest from the undisputed Temple of Time. Inside the marble walls, the Door of Time remained sealed. The hollows were empty, for the Spiritual Stones were returned to their respective tribes, and the Ocarina of Time was safe in the Royal Family's hands. So the Door of Time was supposedly sealed forever.

But suddenly, there was an explosion, and the Door of Time lay on the floor, scattered into many pieces of charred rubble. A dark figure slipped through the open doorway like a ghost and out of the Temple of Time. The town was not disturbed; the marble walls had muffled the sound of the explosion. All was still quiet.

Perfect...

Oh, how he wanted to strike swift upon the town in revenge, but he had other plans in mind. Without a single soul knowing his presence, he slipped out of town.

(...)

The young, 20-year-old man jumped from his sleep, purple eyes wide with shock. Swiftly jumping from his bed, he dashed through the brick-walled halls of the Gerudo Fortress, his long hair flowing back behind him.

"Nabooru!" he called. "NABOORU!!"

His calls reached the desired ears, as he quickly found the lone wolf thief. "What is it, Jurich?" she asked, concerned.

"I received a vision!" he exclaimed, and his voice quickly lowered. "He's free. He's approaching the fortress as we speak."

Perfect... Nabooru thought fleetingly, then addressed the man urgently, "Stay calm, my dear Jurich. And remember what I told you before- he believes you will fight for him."

"I know, Nabooru," he replied. "I must play along with him until the right moment."

"Exactly. And after his greetings, I must meet you in private."

He nodded. "But I fear for your safety. What if he becomes suspicious?"

Nabooru smiled comfortingly. "Don't worry, that fool doesn't even know I'm a Sage! He'll never know! I just need you to stay strong and keep the secret. Understand?"

"Yes, Nabooru."

"That's my boy..."

(...)

Through one of the many doorways, a cloaked figure entered. Slowly he walked through the halls. The Gerudos lined up against the walls, watching him anxiously. He kept going until he reached the top room, where a grand chair sat, waiting for its sire to return. He stood in front of it for what seemed like ages before he turned, removing the dark cloak and exposing his face to his subjects.

He was Ganondorf Dragmire, King of Evil, and he had returned.

His Gerudo subjects bowed as he sat in his throne. His piercing, red eyes scanned the area for a while, and than he spoke with a voice as heavy as lead.

"My son... Where is he?"

Through a doorway, Nabooru came with a young man in tow. His name was Jurich, a Gerudo created from sand, blood, and magic. No one knows what his other blood was, but whatever it was, it made his sire's magic stronger in him. Wearing similar armor to that which Ganondorf wore, the red-haired, brown-skinned, purple-eyed 20-year-old approached the Evil King and bowed.

Ganondorf smirked. "Perfect... He is a strong lad... You did a fine job raising him after Twinrova promptly failed to do so, Nabooru..."

Nabooru bowed. "He is indeed a fine, strong young man, my lord. And he is only loyal to you."

"This is fine news..." he said darkly, the wheels in his mind churning as he looked down at his half-son. Jurich found it difficult to stare back into those amber eyes, eyes full of pure evil.

"Do we attack soon, my lord?" Nabooru asked.

After much quiet thought, Ganondorf responded, "Not yet. First we give Hyrule a fair warning, then prepare an army and attack. And if that cursed Hero of Time thinks he can stop me again, I'll kill him on sight!"

Nabooru held back her shocked feelings, knowing as a Sage that Ganondorf can NOT kill Link. Not when the fate of Hyrule rested on his shoulders.

Jurich had thoughts of his own as well. The sight of his half-father intimidated him so, but this only made his personal cause seem more right than ever.

(...)

"Thank you for coming like I asked, Jurich."

"I'd rather be with you than him..."

"I know..." Nabooru sighed. She sat with her adopted son in his room, in a place where Ganondorf couldn't hear them.

"Whenever I look at him... I believe everything you told me about him... He IS pure evil... and we cannot allow him to carry out his plans!"

"You are right, Jurich. Now is the time to prove yourself, but I have to give you something first."

She brought out a box and opened it to reveal a large, dark, purple gem hanging by a leather string. Jurich stared at it curiously as she handed it to him.

"They found this when they found the other blood you are made of. It's called an eternity gem, and it's supposed to enhance your magic skills... But with this bliss comes a curse."

Jurich pulled his vision up at this comment.

"You cannot remove this gem once you put it on. It may kill you. And you must not use it for evil."

"I never planned on using it for evil, Nabooru..."

"I know... But will you take the chance?"

"I will, Nabooru," Jurich responded truthfully, placing the necklace around his neck. The gem glowed for a moment, then faded. "For you."

After staring at each other silently, they embraced each other in a fierce hug.

"Nabooru..." Jurich choked out. "You've always been a mother to me..."

"And you've always been my little desert star..." Nabooru returned softly. "Now is your time. Help destroy the Evil King and make me proud."

"I will, Nabooru, I will..."

"And remember everything I always told you, because you know I won't be here. I need to return to my fellow Sages' sides very soon."

"I won't let you down, Nabooru..."

"That's my little desert star..."

A/N: I just want to say that most of this chapter was inspired by Skye Agony, so thanks, SA!!

SSG: Yes, Skye Agony, Guitarist of DOOM!! :D

Link: Lemme get this straight: she's gonna stay here for the whole fic?

Yep.

Link: -.-;;;

SSG: And since I don't have Luigi, I get to snuggle you!! (snuggles Link)

Link: O.o Can't... breathe...

XD Well, review, people!!