Chapter 2 of Ganondorf's life story... Still some more story building, enjoy, and please review!
This website is unendingly retarted about symbols, and they delete everything I try to use. Asteriks have been the accepted symbols for scene shifts in professional literature for how long now? So why I can't use them here is anyone's guess. So, I apologize, because it looks stupid, but I have to use the horizontal rule to signify a scene change.
"Mommy, why am I different from everybody else?"
Miranii turned from her conversation with Hama, and looked down at her son. She had wondered when he would ask this question. It never ceased to amaze her how lingual, and how intelligent, her three-year old son was. He was years ahead of the other children his age. She smiled as she answered, "Because you are a boy, Ganondorf. There is only one boy born to the Gerudo every 100 years."
"Does that mean that I'm like Kiran?" he asked.
"I have told you, you must be respectful of our King. Address him as 'Kirandorf.'"
Ganondorf made a face at his mother. "But that's like my name! I'm Ganondorf!"
"That is because you will be the King one day," his mother explained.
"Then why don't we live in a castle? And where is Kiran... Kirandorf's castle?"
Miranii couldn't help but chuckle at his innocence. "Gerudo Kings do not lavish themselves with what normal Gerudo cannot afford. They live as we do, and are a working part of the tribe just as we are. The King of Thieves serves as a symbol of unity and leadership for us, not a rupee-hoarding tyrant."
Ganondorf did not understand what his mother meant by this, so he simply turned and ran out into the desert sun to play. Hama watched him go, then returned to the conversation she had been having with Miranii before he interrupted.
"Regardless of his young age, he must begin soon. Kirandorf is already over 100. He cannot have more than a decade left."
"He is only three. Give him another couple of years," Miranii said, almost pleadingly. "I do not want to lose him already."
"You will not be losing him. It is only for two years; you know that," the older woman reproached. "Remember, when he becomes king, however young he may be, we will all be under his command. Even you. If he has not had the proper education by then, it could spell ruin for our tribe."
"Still, I do not wish that upon him yet. He shall begin on the day of his fifth-birth. No sooner."
Hama raised an eyebrow. "You mean you do not wish that upon yourself."
Ganondorf was bored. This village was too small, he decided. Yet the bridge at one end of the village was always barred off, and the path deeper into the desert at the other end was blocked by an enormous iron gate. He didn't know why the grownups wouldn't let him explore outside the village. He was a big boy, and perfectly capable of taking care of himself. He was even stronger than the six-year old girls!
Walking up to the monstrous gate, he put his hands through the square openings and looked up. The iron barrier seemed to reach into the sky forever. Noticing the small boy on the ground, the sentry in the gate tower waved down at him. Ganondorf ignored her. Looking back down, he peered through the gate, watching the blowing sands that obscured vision even an arm's length in front of him. It looked like so much fun!
"ATCHOO!" The boy gave off a violent sneeze. Wiping his nose on his arm, he turned around and walked back into the village, grumbling to himself about how boring grownups are.
"I do believe you are right, sister. He will be quite a useful toy."
Two women perched atop the pedestals of the iron gate. They were short and squat, their heads nearly as large as the rest of their bodies. Their noses took up almost half of the space on their already-large heads. Huge, beady eyes stared out from under hair that resembled a multitude of bending icicles on one woman, and a blazing inferno on the other. Each held a bent broomstick in hand. They were completely invisible from normal eyes, though they could see each other just fine.
"That thrice-damned bird watches him as well, you know," said the fiery-haired one.
"Of course I know! I can see just as well as you sister, if not better," came the retort from the other hag.
"Then why haven't you done anything about him?"
"I could ask the same of you! That bird flies faster than a deku runs from fire! I will catch him one day though. He will run out of tricks eventually. And when he does, we will eat well that night!"
Cackling, the witches leapt onto their brooms and flew into the sandstorm. "Don't worry, young Ganondorf," the blue witch whispered to herself. "We shall return to play in time!"