Dora raced home, pushing the stolen car to its maximum speed where the engine roared the loudest. When she reached the edge of the village that violated her desert, she slammed on the brakes and screeched to a halt. Driving that fast was thrilling, dangerous, but she much preferred the wind in her hair only found from riding horseback. She managed to make it back just as the eastern edge of the horizon began to brighten. It would still be a couple hours before the world awakened. Dora hoped that was plenty of time.
After one quick stop at the clothing store with the busted front window, she eagerly entered the temple of the Desert Goddess turned museum. She passed through the exhibits and bowed before the statue. "Goddess of the Sand, I have returned," Dora informed.
Her silky voice filled the room. "As in your previous life, you continue to succeed on Ganondorf's behalf. Now, to revive your husband, you must combine the blood you have collected with the blood of his most faithful warrior."
"Mine?" Dora questioned without hesitation.
"Yes. Yours is the most vital in completing the ritual. Come, stand on the pedestal at my feet," she requested. "My power is strongly focused there." Dora obeyed, while the goddess gave further instruction. "You must draw the symbol of the Triforce, using the blood of the Hero to represent courage, the blood of Hylia to represent wisdom, but yours must be the most prominent for power."
Dora removed the bottles from her bag, and recalled which was Link's based on the labels. Before she proceeded, she asked, "Do you know where the Triforce is?"
"I do, and I will guide you both in obtaining it," the goddess promised.
Satisfied, Dora kneeled in front of the pedestal emblazoned with the symbol of the Gerudo. She began with the Triforce of Courage on the bottom right using Link's blood, then moved directly to the left and used Zelda's blood to draw the Triforce of Wisdom.
"Make the Triforce of Power shine with your blood, Dora, and pray. Remember every detail of your husband. I will do the rest."
She unsheathed her sword and quickly decided the best place to cut herself, to draw the most blood with minimum side effects. She pressed the tip of the blade to her skin until blood bubbled out, and then dragged it across her thigh so the cut was the length of her finger. Dora gritted her teeth against the sting of the blood oozing out. She knelt where the Triforce of Power needed to be drawn so that the blood dribbling down her leg pooled in the center. Once enough blood was given, she used her index finger to shape the triangle balanced atop the other two. She filled in every inch of the Triforce of Power with her crimson loyalty until it glistened. She stood and admired her work for a moment, while she pressed the leather bag against her wound to stop the bleeding.
The cut was mostly clotted when she moved the bag away a minute later, so she hurried and kneeled before the pedestal. Dora pressed her hands together and bowed her head with her eyes closed. She prayed with all of her might and willpower that Ganondorf return to her whole, healthy, and the way she remembered him as the Gerudo King.
Nothing happened for several minutes, but she would not lose faith. Instead, she envisioned him with more detail. Their time together was brief compared to their time spent apart, but she had memorized his body and personality perfectly. His unique features, his eyes and hair, his hands, his torso, and even his scars were simple for her to see in her mind's eye. More importantly, she focused on reliving her memories.
Dora recalled her time with him as a warrior, sparring and training to become strong until he promoted her to general. There were times that Dora was not seen fit by the other Gerudo to have such a responsibility, but Ganondorf harshly reminded them all that his decision was final, and why she had more than earned their respect. It was one of her fondest memories. She remembered the nights Ganondorf sought her out for conversation when he needed a break from being treated like a king. They had spent months and countless hours preparing for the attack on Hyrule, and in the end they had improvised anyway. One of her greatest memories of all was reuniting with him in the Dark World, after her adventure to battle her way there, and present him with the moon pearl to maintain his human form. That was the day he proposed to her, the day she became Queen. Even if she forgot everything else, she would always remember the happiness associated with that one moment.
The air shifted sporadically, and became charged with electrifying power that made the hair on her arms stand straight up. Her long, flowing red hair hovered off her back as the energy in the room increased. The ritual was definitely beginning to work. Dora felt a familiar sensation creep through her nerves. Evil filled the room, so thick, that even breathing required all of her focus. Darkness overwhelmed her senses and made her chest tighten with panic. Her muscles lost strength, so she fought to stay on her knees. Dora recognized this aura that threatened to consume her, and opened her mind to it. She breathed the corruption in deep and welcomed it, instead of fighting it. All that she endured was merely a reaction to the evil spirit that Ganondorf was comprised of, and she tasted that power on more than one occasion. Before long, she would be feeding from it again.
Her skin was chilled by the air spinning so wildly that she was frightened. A glow of red and purple magic distracted her, which was so bright she could see it through her eyelids. Dora desperately wanted to take a peek and see the progress of his return, but she feared that might interrupt the ritual. Instead, she hoped and wished harder for the success of his resurrection.
Suddenly, the air settled, nothing moved, and all was silent. Dora dreaded that the ritual failed. Before she could gather the courage to open her eyes, a familiar hand cradled her jaw.