MidnaArt

Sheik design! This concept is that "Sheik" isn't a magical form of zelda, but rather a capability of Zelda. She is a trained warrior, taught by none other than Impa. One of the doodles is of what she look like in her royal attire. Where in the timeline does this fall? I have no clue.

By the time I was eight years old, I had been introduced to the tribe. Instead of terror, the Gerudo took my presence as an omen for a rise in power

“Kotake,” I asked one day, “where are all of the other boys in this town?”

Instead of replying, she simply repeated what I had said to Koume and cackled.

“Ganondorf, there are none. We have been over this many times. You are the only one. You are special, the first in 100 years…” Koume said, a sick grin on her face.

"So why didn’t my mama want me…?” I whispered.

They didn’t hear me. No one ever heard me. But now I know that they would one day.

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One morning, I decided to share a strange dream I had while we were eating breakfast.

“Koume, Kotake,” I said, “I had this strange dream last night.

"It started off with a golden triangle, but it was blurry. I was going to follow it, but then I heard music and turned around. Standing there was a boy and a girl, and a little sparkly thing was dancing around them as they played the song together. Oh, it was such a lovely song.”

“Was that it?” Kotake spat. “That was a dumb dream. You should have followed the triangle.”

Then she shot a look at Koume.

“No, there was more. I tried to approach them to say hello. I just wanted a friend. But then the girl screamed and stepped back, and the boy pulled out a sword to defend her. They both looked so angry, and so sad. And when I looked down, my hands were covered in… in…”

“In what, boy?” Koume snapped.

“Blood.” I finished with a sob.

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I had another strange premonition when I was about 10 years old. This one I did not share with anyone. I record it here, lest it be lost to time.

It came to me on the night that I had defeated all of the best Gerudo soldiers. I was naturally exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

I opened my eyes after a while to find that I was in a lake with crystalline water. Mysterious landmarks that I only knew from books rented like most in the distance. A dark shadow locked eyes with me.

I was scared by his evil disposition, yet my legs carried me to the large figure. He simply pointed to the sky, which rapidly darkened; I noted his sick grin.

Three colored figures streaked across the sky, holding with them a brilliant golden…Something? A triangle once more? I chased after them to no avail.

“Please!” I cried out. “Please show me what this power is! Please!”

They slowed down after they heard my plea. They were beautiful goddesses, each with their own feeling. The one who approached me, however, felt truly powerful. Her dress was a beautiful color, a bright crimson.

“You are the Heir. Remember these words: Power is not a blessing, but a curse. It can be easily abused, corrupting even the kindest of souls. Demise,” she said, calling out to the shadow, “You will be defeated once more, no matter how strong I can see this one will be.”

His response was with restrained anger. “As you say, Din. However, this one causes a disturbance. He fractures time itself. There will finally be a day when I will win, and your little hero and princess will fail. I will hold the kingdom, in some era.”

The blue one nodded. “I can see it too. But the young hero, Link, will succeed twice, with Ganon only once.”

I jumped at the mention of my name. Yet, a more pressing concern was in my mind. Why was this monster, Demise, saying that he would win? Was this the same hero and princess of my dream?

So I spoke up.

“But um… Din… Why can’t I be the hero? What did or will I do wrong? Please tell me what to do differently in order to have my power be used for good!”

“Ah, poor child. There is nothing I can do about that. The power will corrupt you. Hylia was the only one of us able to prevent the control of Demise, but she left with her hero, sworn to protect Hyrule. That was millennia ago... Rest, for the years ahead will be the hardest."

I woke, and cried. I cried of confusion, disappointment, but most of all, fear.

Doodle of Rulie! He is baby. I love his sweet demeanor.

My name is Ganondorf. I sit here now with the knowledge that I am not where I should be, and I often marvel at the events that led me to this point. That cursed boy, Link, is my current source of blame, but I know deep down somewhere that it is not so. When writing, I feel the least connected to Demise.

May I, perhaps, tell you of my tale?

In the begining, I was hidden. Twinrova kept me from the tribe, their little secret demon. Back then, however, I was sweet. Kind. Such sorry things of little worth.

I would try to sneak out, but they would nag me about their plans, of which I did not understand at my young age. That is why, at the age of four, my biggest dream was to see the world.

How stupid of me.

My quiet encounters with magic always enticed me, so one night I broke into their "special room". The door was locked, and I was a curious young boy with the knowledge to get in. To much of my surprise, they were inside, brewing a foul-looking substance and arguing.

I knocked over a vial in my shock, which caused Koume whip around and yell at me. Her fiery hair was as blazing as bright as her temper. She raised a hand to slap me, but Kotake stopped her.

“Booooooy… How would you like us to teach you some…” Kotake said, deliberately pausing. She had a wicked grin, hoping I would interrupt.

I stayed silent with anticipation.

“Some ...magic?” Finished Kotake.

My eyes brightened, and I whispered the word to myself a few times. She led me to the pot, instructing me on the most basic of charms. Koume’s anger dissipated as she considered the possibilities of endowing me with magic. I could eventually, do anything, even... from that day on, they led me through rigorous training in their craft. I grew more and more powerful.

Power.

From the start, Fajr knew that her baby was not normal, and now she was near delivery. She feared greatly, because it had been around 100 years since the last Gerudo male was born. This child could be... The One.

Fajr quickened her pace, not wanting to think about that. But she knew. She could sense that this baby would be male, that this baby would destroy everything. Fajr arrived at her small adobe dwelling, drowning out her laughing friends.

Everyone thought it was weird for Fajr to want her baby to be born in the town. Most other gerudo just up and left after marriage, never returning to the town. Fajr wanted the baby to be born here, kept away from the world. She hoped that by leaving him with the Gerudo, it would smother evil ambitions.

Crying out Fajr went into labor. Her friends rushed in.

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Fajr cradle d the baby and begged her friends not to announce it to the rest of the town. Her baby was indeed a boy.

"My son," she whispered as she cradled the baby, "forgive me for what I must do."

Fajr put on her cloak and bundled up the baby, swiftly making her way to the most secluded dwelling in all of the city. She quietly rapped on the door, hoping that they would respond. The many locks were being undone inside the house. When the door opened, Fajr was met by none other than Kotake and Koume, the infamous Gerudo Witches.

"Please..." Fajr whispered, "It was a male".

The witches shared a glance, then placed their hands on the baby's head.

"With this child rests immense power. He has the capacity to gain the influence of two gods." Kotake said prophetically.

Koume nodded beside her sister. Fajr had the feeling that this next decision may be unwise, but she feared for herself.

"Twinrova, please except my baby as your own. I will leave and never come back. I don't... I can't hear the burden that this child will bring."

Twinrova shared another glance.

"So you really don't want him? Think of all of the power he will bring!" Koume said.

Fajr nodded weakly. " That's precisely why I am offering him to you, greatest witches."

"Flattery will get you nothing," Kotake said, "Fo it is decided that we will surrogate this child. We will teach him the way of magic, and raise him to be the most powerful leader that this town, this continent, has ever seen!" Kotake finished with a devilish cackle.

Fajr felt like vomiting, but instead nodded and turned to walk away.

"We'll at least give you the honor of his name."

Without turning around, Fajr spoke it quietly.

"His name is Ganondorf."

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Credits to Nintendo. The writing of this story did not use AI, and was written entirely by me.

Are you interested in the original story of Ganondorf from Ocarina of Time? Do you want to know what having the triforce truly means? Then this is the story for you.

This fan-made and fan-based story of Ganondorf explains his rise to power, his life struggles with morality, and his eventual decision that changes everything.