Two years passed and Little Sister turned nine years of age. Now she was allowed to venture to Dodongo's cavern alone as long as she had her little dagger.
A bright and sunny morning she headed down the mountain side to go exploring again, learning every crevice and pathway in the cavern, but still did not know what lay behind the dodongo's skull.
On her way down the usual path she saw a man. He was fairly tall, as tall as Darunia, who was a fully grown Goron now. His skin was darker in color, darker than her's anyway, but he had red hair, not as bright as hers but red none the less. He wore regal clothing with a long flowing cape.
Little Sister's eyes widened at the sight of him. A Hylian was ascending the mountain side. She stayed stock still on the path and he stopped right in front of her, looking down at the raggedly dressed child.
"Move out of the way," he demanded.
Little Sister couldn't manage to respond, she couldn't even move. The man's lip curled into a sneer as he stared down at the disheveled girl.
"I said move," he repeated.
"Are…are you a…a Hylian?" she stammered.
He only glared more at the young girl, "no I'm not, what of it girl?"
Little Sister's spirits and face fell. He wasn't a Hylian?
"Then what are you?" she asked folding her arms.
"I am King of the Gerudos. What are you? Some deformed Goron?"
"Am not! I'm a Hylian!" Little Sister retorted with a stomp of her foot, bringing a laugh from the tall man.
"Got a lot of courage, don't you?"
"Lot's, I'm braver than most of the Gorons," she boasted which made the man laugh again.
"I bet you're not brave enough to fight."
"Well Daurnia says I'm not allowed to…"
"That's not a very convincing excuse."
"It's not an excuse!" she shouted drawing out her little dagger.
"What's that?" He asked pointing at her dagger.
"It's my dagger, I use it to fight."
"That's not a weapon, here take this," he said unsheathing a dagger in comparison to him but a short sword compared to Little Sister.
He handed it to her and she took it by the hilt and stared at the glistening blade in awe. The tall man unbuckled a belt that held the sword's sheath and gave it to her. The belt was to big so she had to buckle it around her shoulders and chest like how people mounted a bow and quiver.
"Wow! Thank you mister…"
"Ganondorf, King Ganondorf."
Little Sister bowed her head, "thank you King Ganondorf."
"Think nothing of it…?"
"Little Sister," she chirruped and looked up at the tall man.
"Little Sister…I have to go talk to the Goron's leader about something very important. It was…nice meeting you," he said extending his hand.
Little Sister reached out and took his hand. A sharp pain went though her arm and she tried to pull away, but the man was much to strong for her to break the grasp. Her vision started to swim and before she knew it, the world went completely black.
Later Little Sister woke up in her bed, the new dagger hanging up next to her. She looked around to see Daurnia sitting beside her with a dark frown. Slowly she sat up, watching Daurnia who didn't move.
"Daurnia…what's the matter?" she innocently asked.
Daurnia didn't respond. He only looked at little sister before standing up. Still without word he walked out of her room and into his, the large stone door slamming shut behind him. Little Sister jumped out of bed and ran to the door, trying to push it open but to no avail.
She gave up and leaned against the rough stone, then slid down it, however painful, and landed on the ground with a soft thud. The pain from shaking hands with King Ganondorf was still fresh and she held up her right hand. There was nothing there, not a single mark, so why had it hurt so much?
Little Sister finally stood and grabbed her new weapon and began playing it with, thrusting and slashing, grinning broadly. It was a beautiful weapon, she would surely be the bravest person in the whole world with such a blade.