Hello dear readers! Yet again, thank you for the reviews! This part was my first idea, when planning this fic. The first chapters were planned after. Sorry for the slightly longer wait btw.

Chapter 4

Ganondorf valued loyalty over any other virtue in the world. Loyalty brought some safety to this chaotic world. When people were loyal to their king, the king would in turn show loyalty to his people by always acting in their best interests. At the same time any kingdom without loyalty was filled with doubt, doomed to collapse from inside. This ideology alone had guided Ganondorf for quite some time. He sincerely wanted to believe that as long as he would show allegiance to his people by ruling well, they in turn would come to respect and trust him. With this mutual trust the kingdom of Gerudo would prosper and every one of them could live their lives without any kind of terror.

Nevertheless it was exactly because of this ideology that the Gerudo king now felt more conflicted than ever.

The plan had been settled years ago. Ganondorf would conceal his identity as the king of Gerudo, find some work from the castle and slowly rise in the ranks until he was the closest individual to the king of Hyrule. The plan had worked. It had taken only two years for Ganondorf to gain the king's trust and become the prime minister. Had he gained enough influence, he would start making changes in the kingdom. Just tiny ones. So insignificant changes that no one would so much as give a thought for them.

But in the end those tiny changes would matter the most.

Just a small change in the model of guard's helmets would make it easier for some of his own soldiers to sneak to the castle.

Sending a single new man to LonLon ranch would ensure that half of the castle would fall asleep from some spiked milk, if Ganondorf so wished.

At the same time he secretly caused some severe unrest in the outskirts of Hyrule. Kokiri, Goron and Zora were all In the middle of some crisis.

It was almost too easy. If the capital were taken over now, the whole kingdom would without doubt collapse.

And that meant a new phase in the history of Gerudo.

Yes, it was all for the sake of this one day. There would be a coup d'état. His people would take over Hyrule and justice would finally be served after so many years. This was the day he had waited for so long.

And yet he was conflicted.

While making his final preparations it had occurred to Ganondorf that he might be going against that very idea of loyalty, he so admired. Was he not about to kill the person he had served many years? Was he not about to betray a whole country?

In the midst of all that Ganondorf started feeling ill. To escape confusion he quickly reminded himself, whom he actually served. He did not serve the people of Hyrule as their prime minister. No, he was the king of Gerudo and he would always be on the side of his people. No matter what. And this filthy den of Hylia would soon finally know the pain his people had experienced for so long.

The sun had set. The whole town was asleep and when the residents would wake up at the next dawn, their home would no longer be the same.

Now resolved, he stepped to the chambers of the king of Hyrule. They were alone by Ganondorf's request. The moment was close. He would end the Kings life. But when he saw the King's kind gaze, the hesitation returned once again. Oh, how he despised that feeling. He could not let it rule over his heart. He had to act.

When Ganondorf stepped closer to the king, his expression shifted from kind to puzzled. He did not understand what his subordinate could possibly want at this hour.

When Ganondorf drew his sword, the king's face first showed great surprise, which was then replaced by realisation.

During these long years working under the king of Hyrule Ganondorf had imagined and rehearsed this moment countless times, preparing for every possible scenario. Yet he had never expected it to go like this.

When Ganondorf's intent was clear and the king knew he would die that night, instead of trying to defend himself or run away the king fell on his knees and begged. 'He is going to ask me to spare his daughter,' Ganondorf interpreted.

But he did not beg for his daughter. He did not beg for his family, for his friends, for his subordinates nor his kingdom. He only begged for himself, to save his own miserable life. This stunned Ganondorf for a tiny moment for he never had imagined the king's true colours to be this foul.

For one moment the time froze for Ganondorf. He had raised his sword over the king's head, but he could not move. He no longer heard the king, who desperately was trying to buy his own life with money, power, treasure and even with the hand of his own daughter.

Such cowardice could never be tolerated! This man did not deserve his crown! And in Ganondorf's opinion he didn't deserve to live either. The Gerudo enjoyed the feeling of the last remains of pity and hesitation leaving his heart. The only feeling left in his heart was spite.

When the king of the desert finally woke from his short trance, he noticed that the man was still speaking. The old man had already spoken enough. It was all in vain anyway.

Beforehand Ganondorf had decided to at least say 'I apologise' before taking the king out. He no longer felt it necessary. With just one slash Ganondorf made sure the old man would never open that foul mouth again.

"Sire, we have successfully seized the whole castle!"

The king of Gerudo left the royal chambers. He was not new to ending lives but he still found the stench of blood rather nauseating. When he stepped outside there was a young but enthusiastic messenger waiting for him. Ganondorf smiled faintly. Young people like her tended to be most loyal. He was happy to give this young generation a better place to live than that dead desert and endless sand. That is right: With Hyrule castle fallen, no one could ever again be able to restrict the freedom of Gerudo. They were not chained to that lifeless desert anymore. Just that thought made his day.

"Good work. Please call everyone to the great hall. I presume some kind of speech is in order. And please find me some kind of cloth to wipe all this blood in. It truly disgusts me. And finally, find someone to take care of that mess in the chambers. Is everything clear?" This young woman was unarmed. She had not taken part in the fight itself and by giving her orders Ganondorf made sure that she too felt herself important.

"Yes, I understand and Roger, Sire! I actually have a towel with me right now. You can have it Sire! I also already assigned some new recruit's to take care of the fallen. As for the order to get everyone together, Sire-"

"What now?" Would this messenger disobey his order? Why?

"-I was sent here by vice-commander Nabooru, Sire. Everyone is already in the great hall and they all demand your audience, Sire."

What was the meaning of this?

Approximately one hundred female soldiers stood in the middle of the great hall. The troops were not in any kind of formation nor order. Discipline was not a common trait amidst Gerudo warriors. The traces of battle were evident. Many had blood in their clothes and even some wounds, yet there had not been any casualties amongst their own. The room was dark and cold at night. Some individuals were holding torches to illuminate the vast room and keep everyone a little warmer. All this was exactly like Ganondorf had been expecting when stepping before his people.

What he had not been expecting was the atmosphere most grim and the lack of joy in the expressions of his subordinates. Something was very wrong here. Gerudo were not known for flaming emotions, but this was still surreal. Why weren't they cheering? They had achieved a perfect victory! Hyrule was now under Gerudon rule!

Ganondorf began his speech. Maybe they just couldn't grasp the consequences of this situation yet. After all the Gerudo were known for ruthless power and fighting spirit not radiant intelligence.

"For hundreds of years our people have been forced to live in that desert. We have not known fertile lands nor diverse nature. Most of our ancestors died of starvation after being exiled from this kingdom of Hyrule. Only we, the very last remains of Gerudo still live! Had this filthy discrimination, this injustice still continued for one generation, Gerudo would have disappeared forever. And yet, today we have put an end to all of it." Ganondorf paused to get some more air. He then prepared to announce the next part in loud volume. "From this day onward we are free to-"

"I reckon we 'ave listened to this rubbish long enough. Can we go home?" Someone interrupted from the crowd.

"Pardon?!" Ganondorf had not yet experienced such insolence. He did not understand. He wanted to hear what the fool had to say for herself.

A long-haired woman in the middle of the crowd raised her hand, meaning she wanted to speak. She looked, like she was fed up with all of this conquest and freedom stuff. Her fellow soldiers and sisters with equally bored expressions raised her up from her feet, so she could better interact with the king.

"What does your family call you and what makes you think, you can interrupt, when your king is speaking?" Ganondorf was now enraged.

"Yea, me name is Shovu and we 'ad just been reckoning that if this castle is down and your highness 'as got what you wanted, then is there any reason for the lot of us to be 'here anymore?"

They really weren't that bright, were they? "Fool! Don't you realise that this kingdom is ours now. None of us have to go back to the desert anymore! I will organize a place to live for all of you and-"

"Shut up, you half-hylian scum!" He had been interrupted yet again. This time more aggressively and this time someone had brought up a topic he would absolutely never want to discuss. Such insolence would not go unpunished. Ganondorf drew his sword. If he had to cut some limbs to show his people, which words were not allowed, then he would do just that without a hint of remorse.

"Show yourself, you impudent idiot! Is that how you talk to your king?"

Another woman was raised to meet the king's furious stare. This one was older and where there normally would be respect and modesty in someone's eyes, when facing one's king, this particular woman only showed deep loathing. What she said, she spat out, like it tasted bad.

"You are no king to us. We have obeyed you and played along with your little schemes, because that damned prophecy says that we have to make anyone who is born male our king. That does not mean, we respect you. We would never respect you! You are not even one of us. You are just some mongrel that was put in charge, simply because you have the right tools! Please, let me laugh!"

And they all did. The only male in the room was not able to say a word anymore. He had been betrayed. His world was falling apart. The woman continued.

"Anyway, we don't care about this Hyrule or ruling this land. We fought because we were ordered to and now we are going back home."

The crowd was beginning to dissolve. Everyone turned their backs to their hurt leader and began heading outside. From the deep abyss of shock and confusion Ganondorf still managed to utter: "You fools, do you not realise that if you go back, you will all die eventually and that will be the very final end for Gerudo."

One woman separated herself from the crowd and walked before Ganondorf. Nabooru, the vice-commander had never seen eye to eye with her leader but now she stood proud before him and looked him strictly in the eye as she said: "It is true, that the desert brings only death and that we were originally sent there in exile, but today that desert is our home. And to our home we shall return. Not you nor anyone can say otherwise. Farewell Ganondorf Dragmire. I doubt we meet again, if we both stick to our paths." With that she left her defeated king alone and headed outside with the others. When she reached the door she spoke one last time.

"I was supposed to tell you that the princess was rescued by that Sheikah servant of hers. If that means anything I advise you to get your horse ready. She is probably leaving the city right now."

And with that Ganondorf was alone. But because of the final words of Nabooru he now had new resolve in his eyes. That little princess was not allowed to escape! Little princess would eventually grow up and she could possibly bring a rebellion with her if she one day came back. He had to prevent that at any cost! Pushing aside the betrayal he had just experienced and the collapse of his ideals he focused to this very moment. Without even thinking he made his way to the royal stall and saddled his horse.

The hunt was on. He had to find that little brat.

He had luck. The princess had not yet made it very far. At the town gate he caught a glimpse of her. He prepared to chase after her but was interrupted by an unlikely obstacle. There was a tiny Kokiri boy in his way. He could clearly see that his presence terrified the boy, yet still it was it was all so ironic. This tiny boy could do what the king of Hyrule could not: he stood there, opposing him, knowing how dangerous it would be. Ganondorf respected such courage, so he decided not to kill the boy. He simply knocked him over and dashed away. After all what could a tiny Kokiri possibly do to actually harm him?

He chased for hours, but he never seemed to catch the princess and her servant. Eventually he lost the sight of the two and was left riding aimlessly.

He was exhausted and not just physically. Within a single day he had gained and lost everything.

He had gained the power to rule over this realm. For a short moment he was a king once again.

He had lost his people and his home forever. His ideals had collapsed and taken down everything he believed in. Now he had lost the sight of the person, who might eventually grow up to become his demise.

But oddly enough, he didn't even care anymore. It had already been decided in the great hall that Gerudo would go extinct. It was when his people abandoned him that the fate of them all was sealed. The Gerudo were so stubborn that they would die out before mixing with other races. Just how idiotic was that?

But none of it mattered anymore.

There was only one thing Ganondorf was sure of. If Gerudo were going extinct, every other race would follow them. He would sink Hyrule to darkness and simply wait for everything to end.

Woah! That was long! I enjoyed writing it though.

I hope you enjoyed!

Japan was kind of weird, yet very fun at the same time. There were no trash cans ANYWHERE!