(This is my very first fanfic, I hope its good -)
In the Gerudo Desert, far to the west, from the battles constantly fought near Hyrule Castle, far from Zora's Domain, even further than Tarrey Town, there was a town, much bigger than it used to be, known as Gerudo Town.
Underneath the scorching sun, which kills many an unfortunate traveler who may wander the deserts alone, there exists a race, a strong race of people with skin darker than those of Hylians and Sheikahs, known only as the Gerudo.
For many millennia, they had lived as an all-female society, relying on the selection of males from other cultures to fuel their species and their numbers.
At the latter half of each century, a single male would be born into their ranks, who would then be destined to lead the Gerudo to greatness.
This was the way that the Gerudo had been, for countless millennia, these factors had remained the exact same for this mysteriously gracious race of warriors.
It did stay the same, until a few hundred years ago, and to this day, even.
(I hope this is good so far)