-Chapter One-
The Festival of the Colossus
Set 60 years before Ocarina of Time
Gerudo Valley Fortress (Interior: Kapor's Room)
The sun rose over Gerudo Valley, revealing a new day filled with promise. Kapor awoke from his slumber and stretched his arms out wide, ready to embrace the day. He got out of bed, and stretched with a sigh. Getting dressed he threw a cloak over the simple white shirt that he wore while sleeping. It was a simple brown cape that covered his body down to his knees. It was embroidered with Gerudo designs, and had been passed down to him from his father, the previous Gerudo King, who had exposed him to the ways of modest thievery. Kapor gazed into the valley from atop his fortress. He had been the king of this valley for over one hundred years, since his father's death, carrying on the ideals that his father had passed down to him.
Kapor heard the shuffle of an intruder entering his room and his hand moved, clutching the handle of his sword out of pure instinct. He quickly drew the blade out of its sheath and spun around with his sword pointed towards the door. The blade was a thick iron broadsword, flourishing with Gerudo ornamentation. He paused looking at the entrance to his room; it was his own flesh and blood, Ganondorf.
"Good morning father," he said with a smirk. "Relax, you truly are paranoid." Ganondorf smiled at his father. He did not wear the bright iron armor that he would in the future, but wore traditional Gerudo clothing, a white shirt with dark pants. He wore thick leather gauntlets on his hands as well as thick leather boots. To distinguish himself, he wore a red handkerchief around his head that streamed down his back.
Kapor relaxed his position and placed the sword back in his sheath. "Cautious, that's all," he replied.
"Everything is ready for the ceremony. I just got word that the festivities are already underway at the Statue of Colossus." Ganondorf informed his father. He hated being ordered around under his father, but delivered the message nonetheless. Kapor nodded to his son as a signal for him to leave.
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Mounting his horse, a dark stallion with an ornamental saddle, Kapor set off across the Haunted Wasteland. The wasteland was filled with perilous quicksand and relentless sandstorms, which engulfed even the most prepared traveler.
Using the dark magic of the Gerudo, he focused his energy as a purple aura surrounded him.
"PAH!" he yelled. He forcefully stuck his arm out into the air. Purple smoke rose from underneath his horse and he rose along with it into the air about the dust and treachery of the Haunted Wasteland. The horse galloped easily above the cursed land that led across the desert, high above the hazardous sandstorms. As he saw the Desert Colossus he slowed his horse down. Passing the red flags, which signified the end of the wasteland, he released the spell and fell to the ground. The hooves of the horse clicked against the ground with force.
The Desert Colossus was hopping as the Gerudos gathered together in commemoration. Tents were set up all around in celebration of the Desert Colossus and her founding principles that started the now commonly excepted Gerudo lifestyle of thievery. Kapor dismounted, and walked over to one of his daughters and gave her a hug.
"I was getting worried you wouldn't make it sleepyhead," she said teasing him.
He chuckled. Looking around him he saw his race, his family, celebrating one of their societies most famous leaders. Then he looked off to the side. Away from the rest of the group he saw Ganondorf standing with a small group of Gerudo women. However something was unusual. They all tied red bands around their heads, as Ganondorf had, separating themselves from the rest of the Gerudos. As a leader, this distressed him. Ganondorf had always been up to pranks, and often caused trouble within in the clan. The wind brushed through Kapor's hair and his eyes narrowed. Would Ganondorf pull anything on such a holy day?