This is a rough draft. i may come back and adjust, add, remove, or change but this is the basic body of the story i am making.
CHAPTER 2
The Gerudo kingdom is a mostly desolate, barren, desert that most things can't survive. The intense heat during the day burned the pale complexion of the Hylians, and the numbing cold at night was enough to freeze any body of water, if there was one in this desert.
Though with such harsh climate, life finds its ways. Most desert flora are covered in thorns. Many different breeds of cacti and brush feed and house desert fauna, reptiles, foxes, prairie dogs and camels.
The Gerudo have survived in the desert for thousands of years, acclimating to the biome for generations. Their dark skin protects them from the heat, at night they reside within their insulated stone homes. Some Gerudo homes are carved into the mountain side, but most are formed from a type of concrete or sandstone.
But the people themselves are different from Hylians in two distinct ways. First, they are quite tall. Standing on average about a foot taller than the average Hylian. And the race is 75% female, it used to be that only one male would be born every hundred years and he would be named King of the Gerudo, but that was a long time ago. Now, the Royal Family of the Gerudo uses the same structure as any traditional royal family.
Most of the soldiers and workers are female, their muscular structure more developed than the males. The males usually did intellectual work; teachers, scribes, researchers. But none of those positions were exclusive, not like they used to be in their past. As time changes all things, it has changed tradition.
The tradition of Gerudotown used to be a single rule: no males. But now, anyone could enter the town. Throughout the town, you could see most of the streets are a bazaar, residents selling their meats, vegetables, cloth, jewelry, you could find anything in the Gerudotown bazaar. What you cant find during the day, you could find at the night market, when the more dangerous and vicious merchandise, weapons, potions, exotic animals, and much more.
People would come from all over to buy or sell in the bazaar, the bird-people the Rito would come to sell clothing made from their own down feathers. An elderly Goron and a small Subrosian have a stand there selling ore and minerals their species mine from deep under Death Mountain. A fish-like woman called a Zora was there selling fish by the barrel, and a special chainmail made by her species. Her kind are sensitive to dry climate, so she wears a special insulated suit filled with water to keep her cool and hydrated.
In the center of it all stood the tallest building, the Gerudo Fortress, where all of the soldiers are trained and housed. The fortresses thick intricate sandstone walls protect the schools as well as the students and scholars. The halls were always bustling with life. The guards marching down the halls, scholars carrying scrolls or books from the library to the research room or classroom.
The fortress was home to one notable figure, the figurehead of the Gerudo people. The prince Rofod Nag'n. His father was a closely guarded secret, not even he knows who it is. When his mother was assassinated at a young age, he was just a small boy, barely able to walk. His cries got the attention of the court witches, the Twinrova sisters Koume and Kotake to his help.
They were both impossibly old. Their brittle bones had gone frail long ago, but they usually floated from room to room, being thoroughly trained in magical arts.
To their horror, they saw the queen dead in her bedroom, with her child prince in his crib. After they announced the assassination of their queen, the people unanimously decided the Twinrova sisters raise the boy into the throne. They did well at it, teaching him how to be courteous and fair to all people, his subjects and his guests alike. He was a very curious boy, always seeking more and more information. The sisters took note of this and decided to teach him the ways of magic at a young age, he could make fire as a child and knew how to float objects as a teenager.
As a young adult now, his fire-red hair was long, held back in a braid fassioned by the style of the Gerudo, with a royal pendant on his forehead. He wore fitting Gerudo royal attire, dark with gold and crimson. One day, he is brought to the Twinrova sisters library, tall towers of books and piles of scrolls in its unkempt corners. They took him to the center of the room where a round table was standing. No chairs, but a red silk cloth over its surface with fine black detailing. They removed it to reveal a crystal ball the size of his head in its center. He had read about them of course, but then Koume stated "don't be fooled, young prince. Crystal balls dont show you your future within them with smoke and mirrors, no."
"They show you your future within YOU, young prince." Said Kotake.
"I don't think i understand, but let us be started." Said the prince. Holding his hands out for the sisters to hold in a circle, as in most of the books he read had illustrated.
Koume piped up, "no, prince! Place your hand on the ball! We dont tell you your future."
"The crystal ball tells you, prince Rofod, yes!" Kotake chirped.
He placed his hands on the ball, and felt it vibrate. He felt a rumble beneath his feet, and his knees, then his whole body was shaking. His vision faded to black.
He saw images flash before him. A sight of a Gerudo King, bright red hair, royal pendant on his forehead, dark attire, with a mighty sword to be weilded by two hands but he held it in one. The Triforce of Power was aglow on the back of his hand. He swung his great weapon, and the image left.
A sight of a young boy, clad in green, with a sword and shield, standing ready to fight. The Triforce of Courage on the back of his hand. The prince can only think of the word 'hero' to describe him, like he was the epitome of the word.
The prince saw an image of himself and the young hero, hands outstretched up towards a great light.
The room comes back into focus. The prince laying on the cold ground, a book under his head. "We have no pillows in here, prince. We havent slept in many many years." Koume said, with a twitch in her eye. Probably from lack of sleep, the prince thought. A sleight grin crossed his lips with the thought, thinking it funny. The grin went away, his head was pounding.
"Here is a tonic, young Rofod. It will help with the pain!" Kotake chirped with a motherly charm.
The stout round bottle was filled with a thick red liquid. He hesitated, but drank it anyway. They would never harm him, they raised him after his mother passed. They were practically his mothers in their own right.
He told them what he saw. They looked at eachother, nodding in silent agreement, then looked back at him.
Koume spoke first, "we knew we would need to tell you one day, we had hoped to prepare you for it as best we could before it came."
Kotake spoke next, "but we have prepared you for it! We have taught you most of the magical arts of the Gerudo, you know of fire magic and levitation as well as anyone in the land. But there are techniques handed down through the generations kept secret all throughout the realms of Hyrule."
"Some are tedious and simple" commented Koume. "But some are terrible and terrifying."
"This brings us to the point of why we brought you here." Kotake said, excitedly.
Koume continued. "Yes, when you were born your mother gave you to us to see the type of spirit you had within you, as was done to all royal-born. To see if you would be patient, strong, resilient, impulsive-"
"But we were shocked to see the spirit within you is as old as the land of Hyrule itself!!" Kotake interrupted. "We believe it may be a soul from a great Gerudo King, and his soul has been reincarnated within YOU, my prince!!"
Koume continued dramatically. "There was an evil within him. He had a drive for the future of his Gerudo to leave the infertility of the desert and take the rich land of Hyrule. But he sought power, above everything else. Before his people. And he had it! And then he lost it. But you are his reincarnation, my prince Rofod Nag'n."
Kotake held his hand. "You are not who he was, my prince. You do not have the dark corruption that was within him. Your soul is pure, more than that you have the soul of a hero!"
The prince asked, "what do you mean 'hero'?"
"When we looked into your spirit when you were born, we saw your old soul. But we saw it was pure and clean as a soul of prophecy, as old as yours. His soul is reincarnated during times of great need, alongside the blood of the Goddess. He is the Hero of Hyrule, reborn time and time again to combat a great evil." Said Koume.
"... me." Said the prince, solemnly.
"No, my prince. He was to fight the evil that was WITHIN you. Though, now, that evil is no longer with you, it didn't just go nowhere! It is still out there. He may need your help to defeat it." Said Kotake.
"MY help? But, I am a prince! He is a warrior! Probably massive, a mountain of a man, a great beard, scarred all over from the battles he has won!"
A small Gerudo girl rushes into the room, panting, exhausted. "Theres *pant* a boy *pant* in the throne room! *pant*"
The prince asks, "a boy? What boy? Why is he here?"
The girl collected herself. "He was told to be here by the Great Deku Tree to seek the assistance of a hero? Im not quite sure what he meant my prince, but he sure seemed adamant. We found him in the desert, wandering around, dehydrated and delirious. Hes in the main hall waiting for you now."
The three look at eachother, then start clamoring out of the room, the girl trying what she can to not get trampled over. The halls on the way to the throne room were empty, the classrooms were vacant.
As they reach the throne room, they hear a guard shouting. "HOW MANY OF YOU will fall to this MAN?" She uttered the word like it was a curse. They see a few of the Gerudo guards on the floor, with an audience surrounding the hall.
"PLACE YOUR BETS! Taking all bets! Odds 3/1 on the Hylian man from the sand!" A Gerudo woman shouted, walking in circles through the crowd, tallying peoples wagers for or against the newcomer.
The man was in a blue shirt, brown pants, and black boots. He had blond hair tied back in a messy bun loosely covered by a dusty cowl, torn from some green fabric. He was knelt down in a crouching stance, ready to take on his next challenger.
His next opponent was smaller than he was, a thin, elderly Gerudo man. He held one hand to his right side, raised his arm with his hand pointing down. His left arm went forward, bent slightly at the elbow, with his hand upward. His demeanor wasn't quite serious, but calm. Ready. The newcomer was trained, surely. But this elder was seasoned. He was experienced.
A small Gerudo girl walked between them, hands in the air. "READYYYY! GO!" She thrust her hands down and scurried away. The newcomer charged forward. The elder bent his back knee, and with a twist of his hands and a slight push, the newcomer was rolling under the elder. The elder stepped aside, not to trip over him. The newcomer stood up, and charged again. The elder threw him in the same direction, using his momentum against him. The newcomer tried to stop himself, but ran into the wall.
Koume flicked a finger, and a spark sizzled into the room, and went out with a loud POP. The audience saw the presence of their prince Rofod, and immediately fell to a knee.
Kotake spoke to the room. "As fun as this show of strength has been, the prince would speak with this man."
The crowd dissipated. The elder Gerudo man helped the newcomer to his feet, shook his hand, and took his leave. The newcomer had a card in his hand, left by the elder. It was a card to his dojo in the town. He looked toward the steps, and saw three figures looking at him, two elderly women, floating gently just off the ground. Wild white hair, crimson eyes, pale greenish skin, large noses, and baggy rags with Gerudo inscriptions on the trim. The third member was a young man, with a Gerudo royalty crowned gem on his forehead, fire-red hair held back by a headband.
"I believe we have an urgency to discuss, 'hero'." The prince spoke with a condescending tone, unimpressed by his show of skill.
They walk up the steps back to the library, where the sisters showed the newcomer the crystal ball. "The quickest way to learn if you are who you say you are, young man!" Said Koume.
"Both of you, stand on either end of the table and place both hands on the crystal ball." Kotake motioned them to stand in place, and removed the cowl from the head of the young man. His hair had dust fall from it, no doubt from his long trek through the desert. But who would walk through the desert? There is a small shop at the beginning of the desert with camels and horses to avoid such a thing.
The crystal ball begins to vibrate, then both of the young men are on the floor. The sisters were ready for them, as they fall they place pillows beneath their heads before impact.
"These visions may be difficult for them to navigate, sister." Koume warned.
"Thats fine, it's been a long day for us." Kotake replied.
"Firewater?" Koume asked, holding a hand out to her left. Across the room, a dusty bottle flies through the piles of books and scrolls into her hand, presumably from a hiding spot in a shelf.
"Firewater." Kotake agreed with a grin.
End of chapter 2