Chapter 1

The news of the Goron Patriarch's death stunned the kingdom of Hyrule, but the news of his death was not shocking to a select few people.

"He passed the test you gave him," said a strong male voice. Just by its tone one could tell that he held all the power in the room.

"Did you really expect him to fail in the first place? After all, he is the best," said a female. Interestingly enough, the rest of the room's population seemed to be females.

"No, I did not, however he still needed to be tested, and, well, with the whole kingdom of Hyrule in terror, it is now a perfect time to send him on his real assignment," the male said again.

Another female joined in on the conversation, "do you want me to give him the task this time, My Lord?" she asked.

"No, this is a task of ultimate magnitude; any reward you offer couldn't possibly be enough. However, if he succeeds, I may be able to give him something enticing enough for him to do this job. Bring him to me, its time he knew who he was really working for."

The Fire Omo's Hideout

The Fire Omo's hideout was stationed deep within the eastern woods. It was rather simple, actually. It was made from the shaped wooden bodies of some rather…cooperative deku scrubs, which insulated it quite well. The hut was not very large, either, just big enough for a table, stove, and a bed, as well as places for the Omo to store his equipment.

The Omo was meditating on the ground, with a moblin he had killed earlier that day over the stove. He felt proud of his work. It has only been hours since I killed The Rock, and word has already spread to all of Hyrule. Everybody fears me now, he thought to himself. Not to mention the fifty thousand rupees…

Just then, he was disturbed from his meditation by the faint sounds of footsteps from outside of his hut. The Omo was instantly alert, but he was not worried. The only people who know of his whereabouts were people who needed his services.

There was no knock; his contacts knew that he was there. Instead, a piece of paper was slipped under the door with two words on it. The Omo walked over to it and examined the name written on the piece of paper.

"The King" is what the paper read.

The Omo was intrigued, so he opened the door to see who his contact was.

"Lieva," he said, recognizing the Gerudo from earlier. "You require my services again?" he asked, getting straight to business.

"Yes, I do," Lieva replied, "how much will this cost?"

"Well, to kill the King," the Omo started, "right after the Patriarch has been killed will be no small task. I would have to say five hundred," he finished.

Lieva was aghast, "Five hundred thousand? Nobody has that kind of money!" she said, her leader's words coming into her head

"This is the King of Hyrule we are talking about, its five hundred thousand or no job."

Lieva had no choice, she had to bring him. "Listen, I don't have the money, but I know someone who may be able to give you something else. Do you know who the King of the Gerudo is?" She asked, already knowing his answer.

The Omo was slightly confused, "There isn't one, you are the first Queen in Gerudo history," he said.

Lieva smiled, anticipating the shock that her next statement would be to the Omo. "While it is true that I was the first Queen of the Gerudos, our King has returned. The seal placed upon him did not hold as well as the sages thought it would," she said, waiting for the Omo to gasp.

Maybe she shouldn't have been so presumptuous. The Omo just smiled and said, "Not surprising. I suppose you want him to convince me to work for less?" he asked.

"Not exactly, follow me," she said, and at that point turned around and walked to her horse. Link followed suit, and Lieva led him through the desert to the Gerudo Fortress.

Once inside the fortress, the Omo laid eyes upon the supposedly dead King of the Gerudo, Ganondorf. He looked similar as the stories all people heard, olive colored skin and red hair. The one thing that was different was the scars. He may have been revived, but the scars showed how much damage the Hero of Time had really done to him.

The King of the Gerudo spoke with a deep, forceful voice, "Hello, Fire Omo. As you must already know, I require your services," he said.

"Yes, I am aware. However, I have a question. Why do you not just kill him yourself?" the Omo said.

"That is a very good question. You must have seen my scars by now. These are wounds from my defeat, a defeat at the hands of a boy, no less. I hear that he is no longer with us, by the way." The Omo smiled, remembering what quick work he made of the man.

"These wounds are not healed, and as a result I do not have the power I need to complete this job. Therefore, I need you to do it, as you are indeed the best."

"Of course," the Omo started. "Now then, I will tell you the same thing I told Lieva. This job will require five hundred thousand rupees."

"And I will tell you what Lieva told you, nobody has that kind of money." Ganondorf firmly told the Omo.

"Well then, there is no-"

"However," Ganondorf cut him off. "There is something else that may interest you. Have you ever heard of the triforce?"

The Omo was, for the second time that day, intrigued. He replied "Yes, I have; what about it?"

"Well as you may have guessed, I this is what I am after," he began, "There are three parts to the triforce: The Triforces of Power, Wisdom, and Courage, each bestowing a supreme power to the one who holds each piece. The one who holds all three pieces will have the power to rule the world."

"I know the story," the Omo started, "now get to your point," he said, eager to hear where this was going.

"My point, Omo, is that if you provide me this service, I will offer you a piece of the Triforce as payment, as after the King is dead, I will certainly take over Hyrule," Ganondorf said, absolute certainty in his voice.

Now Ganondorf had the Fire Omo's attention. "That is an interesting proposition, Ganondorf…" he said as he began to mull it over. After thinking about it for a minute, he had made up his mind. He smiled menacingly, and then said, "I'll do it."

The Fire Omo leaved the Fortress, already planning how to do his job. The Triforce of Power…That will be a fitting reward, he thought.

Ganondorf smiled as The Fire Omo left the room. The fool, he thought. He actually thinks that I am going to let him live. After he gets that triforce piece, I am simply going to slaughter him and take it back. There will be nobody to stand in my way.

"Lieva," he said aloud, "trail the Omo, I want you to see every move he makes."

"Yes, my Lord," she said, and hurried out to follow the target.

(A/N) Well that's chapter one for you. Hope you liked it and the pace should start to pick up from here. Please R&R, it helps me keep going. Flames are welcome!