A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda. The Story, however, is mine.
They say the fires of war leave none untouched.
Not too long before the Hero of Time embarked on his great quest, Hyrule was engulfed in civil war. In a bold move, the Gerudo king Ganondorf declared that his people would finally succeed from the Royal Family, and they would form their own kingdom. The Hylian king refused to let this happen.
As such, plans were drawn, citizens were conscripted and both sides prepared a defense.
However, not everyone got the message in time. Very close to the border between the Gerudo Desert and Hyrule, there was a small farm. The family that inhabited this place never heard the declaration of war.
Thus, one night, the farmer was out taking a walk among his fields of crops. His turnips were apparently being either eaten by some kind of wild animal or stolen by a thief. So he walked with a lantern in one hand and a sword in the other in order to hopefully capture the culprit. He carefully made his way through the rows of vegetables, trying to sound as quiet as possible.
As he bent down to inspect a crushed turnip, he heard something far off into the distance. He looked down the road that his field ran parallel too, and thought he heard the far-off sound of metal clattering in the distance.
The farmer blinked. Down the road, he saw light coming from the side of the Desert. He waited a few moments. As the light came closer, he was able to distinguish three torches, each carried by shadowy figure. The farmer scratched his head in confusion. He deduced that these figures were Gerudo judging from the direction they were coming from, which wasn't completely unusual. Merchants and diplomatic envoys frequently passed this farm on their way to Castle Town, but never so late at night.
The Hylian looked up at the full moon looming overhead in the peaceful night sky.
Probably some important diplomatic emergency he thought Maybe some official got arrested in Castle Town.
He was briefly tempted to just turn around and walk back to his home a few yards away, but the Golden Goddesses encouraged every Hylian to do his or her best to perform good deeds for others every day, regardless of race.
So the farmed stayed on the edge of his crops and the road, and waited to see if these travelers needed any assistance.
Eventually, the group made its way to where the farmer was standing. As they approached, he raised an eyebrow.
Huh, this doesn't look like any kind of diplomatic procession he thought.
The group was actually composed of four Gerudo, three of which held a torch in one hand and a large spear in the other, with fourth leading the way. They were all outfitted in some kind of light armor, but this leader had a red plume coming out of her helmet and a band depicting the Gerudo's symbol on her arm. This leader stepped towards the Hylian.
"You own this farm?" she asked.
The farmer nodded "Yes, do you ladies need anything? I assume you're heading to Castle Town" he responded, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible.
The leader chuckled "Actually, we would like to acquire some valuables tonight."
The farmer blinked "I'm sorry, what?"
The Gerudo made an exaggerated sympathy face "Oh, you didn't hear? Lord Ganondorf has decided to finally break away from you sniveling cowards." She laughed "So please, hand over all of your rupees as well as any valuable trinkets you might have."
The farmer was silent for a moment; utterly dumbstruck by this command.
Without thinking he blurted out "I'm not letting you steal from us!"
The Gerudo leader smiled and clapped her hands "Excellent" She said, smiling. Turning to her troops, she asked "Which one of you wants the honor of having the first kill of the War?"
Immediately the farmer mentally slapped himself for being so stupid. He had a small sword up against three gigantic spears and one scimitar, and he definitely just put his wife and son in danger.
"Wait, you can have our stuff! Everything!" he stammered out, raising his hands up in surrender.
Once again, the captain laughed "Oh come now Hylian, you should know that once you challenge a Gerudo, you can't back down" she chided.
One of the soldiers handed her torch to a comrade, and stepped forward. "I am ready" she stated.
The farmer stepped forward, fear rushing through his body. Trembling, he raised the pathetic sword towards this challenger. The captain stepped back "Go" she said simply.
Two seconds was all it took. The soldier simply stepped forward and plunged her blade deep into the farmer's chest before he could even swing his sword. He fell to his knees with the spear still protruding from his stomach, and began gasping as blood rushed into his lungs. In another second, he fell over, dead.
"Disappointing" the captain mused. "Ah, well, it doesn't matter. Let's just go ahead ransack the house for some loot."
The two other soldiers muttered in agreement. These two and the captain began to casually walk through the fields and toward the house in the distance, but the third stayed behind. Slowly she pulled her spear out of the body lying in front of her. She lingered for a moment, admiring her handiwork.
Just as she turned to follow the others, a hand shot out from behind and covered her mouth. Before she could even try to yell, a dagger emerged, and proceeded to slit her throat.
It was quick, clean, and efficient.
The assailant released his grip on the women, and she fell alongside her own kill. Blood was still flowing from the wound as the assailant stepped over her corpse, and headed toward the farmhouse.
The farmer's wife was sitting by a small fireplace reading a book when the front door flew open. She shrieked as three Gerudo burst in with evil smiles on their faces.
"Well, let's see if you're a better fighter than your husband was!" the captain said, laughing.
The wife shrieked again as the captain approached her with a scimitar unsheathed.
"Not a fighter, huh? Fine, let's just skip the pleasantries." She said.
Casually, the captain rammed her weapon into the poor woman's body, until she became silent.
"Where the hell is Aisha?" the captain asked as she yanked her scimitar out. She pointed to one of her soldiers milling by the door. "Get out there and look for her!" she ordered.
The soldier nodded, and exited the small house. The other stood stiff at attention. The captain looked at her and said "Dalia, I want you to…" the order was interrupted by the sound of a crying infant coming from behind a door. The captain walked over to this door and turned to Dalia "search the room for rupees or anything valuable, I'll deal with this." she commanded.
The captain kicked the door down and walked inside (she could have simply opened it, but what's the fun in that?). There was a large bed inside, and next to it was a crib. The captain looked inside and saw a baby Hylian boy swaddled in a blanket, and staring at her with frightened eyes. The warrior looked thoughtfully at him for a moment. The Gerudo race only produces one male every century, necessitating that Hylians be taken back to the Valley to ensure the race's survival. When this boy grew up…
These thoughts were interrupted by a loud gasp coming from the main room. The captain whipped around with scimitar in hand, only to be greeted with an arrow flying into the bedroom and embedding itself in her shoulder. The Gerudo stumbled backwards from the impact, and leaned against the bed for support. Before she could even try to pull the arrow out, another flew into her chest. This time, she didn't move.
The infant looked on with the same fearful expression as a figure entered the bedroom. This figure was dressed entirely in black. He had black robes, black boots and a black hood. But, covering his face was a very bizarre mask.
The baby looked at the strange mask, mesmerized by the colors and design. The mask was shaped sort of like a heart. On the top of the mask two horns emerged. Three horns jutted out from each side of the lower half. The mask itself was mostly purple on the top half and the sides, but there was a red shape enclosing the eyes. Large, yellow and dead eyes.
The masked figure stepped over to the fallen Gerudo and shook his head. "Sloppy" he simply said. He placed the bow he was holding around his shoulder and bent down.
"It wasn't that bad" a female voice responded from the doorway. The baby looked over to the sound of the voice and saw a woman wearing identical dark hooded robes and the same exact mask come into the room.
"It should have hit her throat the first time" the male said, more to himself than his companion. He began slipping off the captain's distinctive armband "It should have gone far smoother".
The woman sighed. She looked around the room, and noticed the crib. She looked inside. The baby simply stared into the yellow eyes of the mask. "There's a baby boy here." she said.
The male didn't even glance up. "Unfortunate, but…..seeing as how his parents have been freed, you better Release him." the male responded, with no emotion whatsoever.
The woman stared at the baby for a moment longer. "The Watcher said the Order would need more Disciples to end this War." she said, quietly.
The male stood up "You're not seriously suggesting…."
The woman nodded "There would be no harm in it. If the Watcher rejects this child, then we will simply Release him at the Sanctuary. If not, well….." she trailed off, waiting for a response.
The male sighed "Fine. But you're carrying him."
The woman nodded again, and gently picked up the baby. The boy was still quiet as he stared into the mask, and reached a tiny hand out to grab one of the horns. The woman gently shook her head until the infant let go. "Alright, let's go." she said after a pause.
The Disciples left the home quietly and walked across the fields to where their horses were hidden in the tall trees. As the women mounted her horse, she held the infant close. She looked up at the full moon in the clear sky.
"Majora's Light will guide us." She stated.
The male nodded "Bask in the Moonlight" he responded.
And the riders vanished into the night.