Hey again…sooooooooooooo sorry it took me soooo long to update, but when my document got deleted, I got kinda discouraged and stopped writing for a couple of days. Please, eh, forgive me. I try, I really do! And for my replies to all those who reviewed--

Stalker Goes to Babylon: the plot…right…

Ri2: thanx for clearing that up for me.

Queen Blood-Ruby: yur welcome and thanx.

Tobi Tortue: I got it back on! yay! Thanx for the review. So very supportive and encouraging! Kitara is one of my many Zelda OC's. Link? Probably not. Yep Hyrule! And other places too…of course

Sakume: "kinsu"? Hmm…don't know…maybe I'll look it up…sounds interesting…

I will be doing this certain chapter in the male Gerodo's POV…just to twist it up a bit.

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Chapter 3…

"Gale!" The screech echoed through out the whole of Gerudo Fortress.

I looked at the hole in the wall that us Gerudos considered a door as my sister came bragging through. She seemed to look father flustered and I couldn't figure out just why. Making a beeline for my bed she started her typical screaming at me.

"What in Hyrule are you doing here?" her face was flushed, "You were supposed to be at the ceremony four hours ago!"

I flinched. Oh yeah, the ceremony where male Gerudos were officially crowned "King of the Gerudos" when turning thirteen. I had forgotten, but I wasn't about to tell me sister that. "Uh, right," I tried to think of a convincing excuse, "The ceremony…I was, uh, well-"

"Whatever!" My sister didn't wait for an explanation. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to another room where a traditional ceremony robe lay neatly folded on a stone bed. She pushed me in and left. "Hurry up and put it on!" she ordered over her shoulder, "We don't have all day to waste our time for a single male Gerudo!"

"I do," I muttered under my breath hiding a smirk. My sister, Jade, had always been jealous of me. She's always believed that the goddesses made a mistake: that she was supposed to be the one to be born "King." To be honest, I never liked the idea of ruling a bunch of…uh…women.

I stared at the robes in disgust. Then my gaze shifted to the window where a small ray of the morning sun was streaming into the room. I smiled as I walked toward the window…it wasn't that high…I looked over my shoulder to make sure my sister hadn't peeked in. After reassuring myself, I made a leap and heaved myself up the window and jumped out, landing on the desert ground on my behind with a thud.

Quickly, I got up and dusted myself off. Running to the bridge I looked around for the Gerudo guard that was always to be stationed here at all times. No where in sight…I shrugged. Ah well, must be at the ceremony...I ran across smiling at my wonderful luck.

Not until there was at least a mile distance between me and Gerudo Fortress did I slow to a walk. Looking around I saw nothing but red earth all around, and also an occasional boulder now and then. A distant howl filled the air…

I was enjoying my few moments of freedom, when a sudden scream pierced the air like a sharp arrow launched by the most skilled archer. This was followed by a growl and more screams. I ran toward the sound with swift agility.

What I saw made my jaw drop to the dusty ground. There, right in front of me (obviously), a little girl was fighting off a hungry looking wolfoe. A common creature to these harsh deserts climates. The girl I realized was battered and bleeding in many places that she seemed oblivious to, and was evidently concentrating all her attention on getting away…alive.

Suddenly she fell to the ground, face covered in crimson blood. The wolfoe circled its prey, breathing down on her. I stopped starring and felt around my back, taking out an arrow from the quiver. Good I brought my arrows…ack! Where's my bow? I realized that arrows were practically useless without a bow. But I couldn't just stand here and watch a young girl be torn apart by a wolfoe.

Getting desperate I threw the arrow as best and as straight as possible hopping it would stay clear of the girl. My aim was true, hitting it square on the shoulder, but only giving it a slight scratch. "Over here you over-sized piece of filth!" I yelled turning its attention on me. The creature turned, a murderous glint in its blood red eyes.

As it lunged at me, I quickly took out another arrow and turned to face the fight, but was knocked to the ground. I got up as fast as I can and got back into the fight. We rolled around in the dirt, stabbing at one another at every chance we got. Fortunately I had more hits than misses at the creature. After a few more minutes of struggle, I managed to pierce an arrow deep into its back right between the shoulder blades. The animal fell dead at my feet, disappearing in a puff of black smoke.

I panted, dusting myself off. I walked over to the motionless girl. At first I thought she was dead, but then I noticed she was breathing. Slowly, but still breathing. With ease, I picked her up, bridle style. I looked at her bleeding face. The monster managed to give her a deep cut across the face, fortunately missing her eyes. A golden handled dagger slipped out of her limp fingers. That I also picked up and walked back to Gerudo Fortress.

The moment I reached the 'hideout', I was surrounded by curious Gerudo. They must have wondered why I wasn't there yet… They all followed me to my room where I laid the girl down as gently as I possibly could. An elder Gerudo, Ciara, who was also a nurse in our race, walked up to the bed and felt for the girls pulse. Her face was grim and I feared the worst.

"Her pulse is weak, and she's lost much blood…but we might be able to save her," she said in a monotone voice, "What happened?"

"She was attacked by a wolfoe…" I murmured, my gaze shifted to the unconscious girl.

"I see…I will do what I can…" there was a note of doubt in her voice. After shooing everyone out, including me, only then did she start to tend the girl.

Outside, the morning sun was just rising, a sign that everyone was to start their daily duties. As for me, I had none, except to meet the old king Gerudo who was currently about one hundred thirteen years old in the Desert Colossus. I quickly dropped by my room to pick up my two Dao swords, the typical weapon for a Gerudo, and ran back outside.

I pasted through the large wooden gates, across the river of sand and through the Haunted Wasteland. It took absolutely on effort at all for I had crossed this desert many times before. It was expected of me to learn from the elder male Gerudo how to become a successful ruler of the Gerudo.

As I entered the Desert Colossus, my memory traveled back in time to when I was young…to when my mother was alive. She told bedtime stories to me of the legendary Hero of Time. How he went into the Spirit Temple that I now stood before to defeat the evil that had befallen there.

I shook myself to return to reality and walked toward the Spirit Temple where I was to find the current king. When I opened the door and walked inside, I was met with the most horrible sight. Only a single word managed to escape my mouth. It was scarcely a whisper.

"No…"

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