It had been a long day, really, and Nabooru just wanted a few minutes to gather herself. Still, Aveil seemed to have none of it, deciding to drive the young woman into the ground with work. As Gerudo rule dictated, the one who sat beside the King was the one who was on top. Sure, she could command the ones who were merely in the harem and were not one of Ganondorf's consorts, but the two who stood to his sides were her commanders.

Unforunately, Aveil had to be one of them.

The woman was a suck-up, to be put bluntly. She always tried to impress Ganondorf, fawning over his every move and agreeing with everything he said. Though Nabooru could tell that he appreciated her support, she could also tell that he was annoyed with her consistant 'Yes-Man' attitude.

If not for her strength and beauty, she probably wouldn't have been even chosen as a consort. Then again, Nabooru probably wouldn't have been chosen if Aveil hadn't been. They hailed from the same village, and on the day that Ganondorf came the streets were filled with hopeful women. For those who were chosen by the King were given protection and their families were raised many bars on the social scale.

There were three in the choosing process; the Twinrova Koume and Kotame, and Ganondorf himself. Several tests were performed to see if each of the women held up. The Twinrova would cast various spells to see how durable the canidate was, and when they cried in pain they would stop, sending the woman away and calling on the next one.

The witches would then apparently begin to burn the woman, testing her courage and stupidity when faced with danger. While Aveil had been made nervous by these rumors, Nabooru had not believed them. They were stupid; why would the only male in their clan wish to kill off his possible consorts? If he had any love of his people, then he would choose by a simple showing of strength.

It wasn't like Nabooru truly wanted to be in the man's harem, and she certainly never thought she would become a consort of all things! All she wanted to do was prove her worth. As the youngest in her family and with Aveil being the third eldest, she wanted to let her family rise through the ranks. If one sister made it into the harem, perhaps they would rise a bit. But two? It was nearly unheard of!

When the hopefuls first laid eyes upon their potential suitor, they swooned, some collapsing of shock. He was so very handsome compared to the Hylian males that the Gerudo were forced to breed with in order to keep their race alive.

He was obviously of royal descent, riding atop a majestic black horse that whinied and snorted at all that approached. It never bucked, though, preferring to merely stand about as his rider stood on top the saddle to address the crowds. Aveil gasped, admiring every inch of him before settling her eyes on his crotch. Nabooru elbowed her, muttering something about her being a pervert. It didn't matter to her sister, though. She had never seen a man before, as their mother would hop into bed with a Hylian and never look at them again.

She also lacked the artistic training that Nabooru had, asking stupid questions as he spoke. Was it true that men were wider and stronger? Or that they had something hidden within their pants that females lacked? Were they unable to feed children? Nabooru's answers had been short and snippy, and Aveil had reluctantly backed down, listening to the man they were competing for.

The Twinrova suddenly zipped forward, cackling as they created a wall of fire and ice to block the mighty man. Koume, the mistress of fire, had looked forward at the gasping, surprised women. "You think that winning over our son would be that easy? Just look upon him and see that he is truly a prize to be won! Fight for him, foolish girls, and see who is truly able to win his heart!"

The women charged forward, shrieking with glee and bloodlust as they drew their swords and lashed out against their kin. Aveil was mere seconds late into the party, screaming and thrusting her sword into any poor soul unfortunate enough to approach her.

Nabooru had rolled her eyes at her sister. She was impulsive and didn't think about her movements. She didn't see the obvious path that led from their current location to Ganondorf himself. Through the flames and ice she could see him watching the spectacle, amused by what he saw. The horse was near motionless, save for heavy breathing that was a side effect of carrying such a muscular, heavy man.

She drew her scythe, crouching as she swept through the crowd. Those that saw her jumped out of the way, not wanting to lose their lives to the obviously insane young woman. She had been thirteen at the time, and those that saw her either laughed or shook their heads. The youngest never made it through the brawl, and mothers stupid enough to allow their children to participate deserved to be hanged.

As planned, she made it through the crowd without much fuss. During the fight the group had seperated into two, creating a tiny opening just big enough for a small woman to make it through. Just as she was about to approach the wall, flaming walls surrounded her.

"You must be here on accident, little girl!" The rasping cackle was much different than Koume's softer, yet more determined voice. It sounded brittle and sharp, like ice. Kotame twisted ice into the flaming walls, ducking in and sitting upon her broomstick.

"Yes, do you have what it takes to be our son's mate, little girl? You're barely old enough to bear child! What good could you do for the clan, hm?" Nabooru held steady, keeping her eyes forward and ignoring the witches. They cackled, hovering above her.

"Ignoring us will do you no good, child. We will always watch you." Nabooru again ignored Koume's voice, stepping forward into the flames. They both gasped, glancing at each other.

"She wants to die!"

"Suicide?"

She emerged on the other side of the fires without a single burn. They began to mutter again. "How did she survive your fires, sister?" To that Koume only shrugged, staring at the strange Gerudo.

Upon remembering the event, Nabooru did not know how she had survived. They were hot, and she could feel the flames licking and devouring her body. But still she had remained unscathed. It was almost like an out of body experience. She could literally feel her body and spirit seperating as she entered the fire.

Magic wasn't the cause, as she had never even studied it.

Ganondorf seemed extremely interested in this power, though, taking her under the arm and embracing her. He whispered that he had finally found who he had been looking for, and kept her under his wing as she grew. Later Aveil had been initiated, but still he had only attention only for the youngest of the harem.

It was as if she possessed a power that no other could have, or something. Did it have to do with the connection to the princess and her nurse? Nabooru shook her head.

Things like that only happened in fairy tales.

So why was she slowly starting to believe in them?

A/N: Filler, filler, filler~ I'm replaying through Jabu Jabu, so basically filler chapters until then xD; Sorry!

Again, apologies that I couldn't update last week. No internet for me D8

Also, I'm going to be writing a sort of Skyward Sword fic that I know isn't going to be correct but I liked the concept anyway. Keep an eye out for that 8D When I do publish the prologue, I'll let you all know.

I love Nabooru, by the way. She's just so... Nabooru.

Anyway, reviews are loved 3