I know the quality on this is fairly low, even compared to my other stuff, and it's mainly because it was origonally wrote as just a crappy thing for a forum. If its really as bad as I think it is just say and I'll rewrite this chapter.

And in this world, Gerudos have satelites and Nabooru never met Link. For some reason...

(Dispend disbelief now)

"At 9:36 this morning our sensors detected a massive magical disturbance originating in the area that was once the Hylians' main town and the current site of Ganondorf's Military Stronghold. Our satellites picked up...this."
A photograph was passed across the table. The general glanced at it and swore.
"Where the hell's the castle gone?"
"We believe it sank into the pit of eternal lava below."
"Why?"
The two analysts exchanged worried glances.
"The only thing we can think of is Ganondorf's powers failed."
A deathly silence filled the war room.
"Suggesting, um, he's...dead," the analyst finished, unnecessarily. "This would also explain the magical disturbance detected."
"What's this black bit here?"
"We believe that could be Ganondorf's theorised final form. However, we're more worried about this green spot just to the right. Here's an enlargement..."
Another picture was slid across the smooth stone top. I edged forward a little, eagerly, tried to catch a glimpse of it over the shoulder of the ambassador. I saw the picture for a moment-a collection of about four green pixels- before the general turned and glared me back into place at her left-hand side. I tried to exchange a knowing glance with the bodyguard on her right but she was staring straight forwards, her hands clasped behind her back, her mouth a thin line. She looked so much more the part than me. I tried to imitate her but there's only so much menace and authority you can create when you have dirty, wet, yellow hair. None.
"This is a civilian photograph taken a few weeks ago of a young, Hylian male," the analyst was saying. "He gained entry to The Fortress, released several prisoners, completed the Gerudo training grounds, crossed the sands and reached Desert Colossus, then assassinated Koume and Kotake."
"And nobody thought of stopping him!" the general snarled.
"Those that did were all defeated."
I could see the veins beginning to pop up on her neck. She was getting stressed. I pitied the next analyst who spoke.
"So what you're telling me," the general growled through teeth quickly being ground to dust, "is that the Hylians have some sort of super-soldier, our King is dead, and a military fortification has been reduced to rubble. We must strike now before the Hylians have a chance to dig themselves in. I'll need a squad of-"
"I'm afraid at the current time that would be highly foolish," a voice behind me cut her off.
The general straightened sharply, turned quickly, and gave a short bow. I guessed it was Nabooru, the only person apart from the late King who she'd ever bow to.
"I see. May I ask why?"
"We don't yet know the full capabilities of this Hylian except that he is extremely powerful. For all we know he could be quite capable of decimating armies."
"That's highly unlikely, my Queen."
I could see she was itching for payback. Her fingers danced idly round the hilt of her sword.
"Nevertheless, with my husband dead, this could signal a new age of international relations: an opportunity we can hardly ignore"
A slight spasm crossed the face of the General at the words 'international relations'. She mouthed the unusual words, a frown creasing her brow.
"Try to make it sound as though we had no control over Ganondorf's behaviour and no intention of continuing his aims and ambitions."
The beginnings of a contentious sneer began to curl the General's lip, like a dying spider's leg. But she quelled her objections, gave a curt nod, and said, "I'll inform the ambassa...", trailing off as she remembered her rarely-used second title.
She stormed out, disgusted.