I don't own Legend of Zelda (sadly...) please review!! I want to know your ideas!!
Ganondorf sat in his chamber weeks after what he'd done to the Gorons. He felt very pleased. One matter was tickling the back of his mind, though. Just days after news came out about the Gorons, he had received a quite puzzling letter.
Ganondorf-
What is wrong with you? You have your power, yet you still torment the innocent. The Gorons did not bear any animosity toward you. Why did you have to put every one of their lives in danger? What is next? Are you going to drain the lake? Are you going to send the desert into a giant sandstorm?
-One Who Used to Think of You as Great
Whomever had written the letter was someone important enough that Kotake would bring it to him. Whoever they were, they gave him great ideas for his next plan. They would, however, take time. Most of his spare moments were spent searching for the princess. They had found various guards that once served her, but they did not know anything about her whereabouts.
Ganon stepped out of his tower and into the fresh air. Slowly, he crept about his grounds. He took in the broken, crumpled rocks around the lava pit. This surely was not turning out as he had planned. All in due time, he told himself. People will readjust to your style of life. They will rebuild. You will be known as the greatest ruler Hyrule has ever known.
The king walked about what used to be Hyrule Castle Town. Only hours after he had claimed the land, he had summoned ReDeads to kill anyone who dared get near. Mostly, they were the first thing the Hero of Time would face. Looking a ReDead was like looking fear in the face.
Ganondorf pulled his cloak over him as he left the broken city. He stepped carefully over the broken draw bridge. All in due time. They will rebuild. He chanted over and over again in his mind. He looked over at the desert, and thought of his time as a youth...
"Rejoice! The next king has been born!" cheered a nurse. She held a dark skinned, dark eyed baby boy. His little wisps of hair were bright orange.
The baby king grew up an orphan, as his father had died before his birth, and his mother had died bearing him. He was cared for by all the guards in the Gerudo Valley. The days were blistering. The sun sent heatwaves every day. The wind brought deathly sandstorms. The Haunted Wasteland brought monstrous creatures. The nights were cold and unforgiving. They brought terror with their illusions and deadly diseases. Life did not seem as though it could get any better. With each dry, hot day, young Ganondorf saw the happy lives of Hylians in his mind and made it his mission to find a way to their happiness. With every chilling night, he thought of how the Hylians were warm in their beds, sleeping away their fears, while his kept him awake.
When he was just barely twenty, he launched his first attack for happiness. Ganon began the Hyrulean Civil War, wielding the Triforce of Power. Eventually he was defeated, leaving every one of the Hylian Knights dead. Most of the Sheikah were left wounded or killed. He never gave up hope, though. No, Ganondorf never gave up his dream that he would one day know the happiness and warmth that every Hylian seemed to know.
Ganondorf blinked out of his flashback to see a young, muscular boy only a few yards ahead of him. "How-how can it be?" he whispered, believing it to be the Hero of Time. As the boy grew closer, however, the evil king saw it to be not the hero, but a young Sheikah warrior. Ganon drew his sword, ready for a battle.
"I'm not here for a battle," the boy said, his tone even, "I am here to join you."
Ganondorf sheathed his blade, but kept a hand on it, just in case.
"My name is Sheik. I cannot survive on my own. I knew I either had to give up or give in," the Sheikah explained, "I am one of the last of my kind. Allow me to serve you."
The King of Evil was skeptical. He looked at Sheik. He examined his unusual electric blond hair, his different dark skin. His eyes, however, were the deep blood read that all Sheikah's are.
"You cannot be all Sheikah," Ganon declared, "for your skin is not pale, and your hair is not white."
The boy nodded, "That is true. I am half Sheikah. My father was Hylian. He died, though, leaving me to be raised as a Sheikah. My clan is gone, and I have no one."
"Fine, then, I shall take you in as my adviser, as you will be helpful when seeing the most vulnerable parts of Hyrule," Ganondorf extended a hand, pulling Sheik into the deserted town. It was the beginning of a long partnership. One that would end with a quite interesting end.
Okay, so I took a little idea from the Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time manga. Sheik ends up joining with Ganondorf so he could be a double agent. Sneaky, Sheik, sneaky. It's a quite good manga. Check it out on if you want to read it online. And... REVIEW, please!! I wish to please you!!