The Great War Of Hyrule: The Beginning

[Haunter 360]

(Okay, please forgive me if I don't finish this. I'm a busy ghost.)

Though these days, they say that the land of Hyrule was a land of peace before Ganon stole the Sacred Triforce of power, it is my solemn duty as the researcher of the ancient world of Hyrule, to inform you that these words are false.
Before the generation that The Hero of Time was born into, there was a great war in Hyrule, one that the Hero of Time was not involved in.
One that began, many years before he was born...

[Haunter 360]

Chapter 0: The storm from the desert

The wind howled across the desert, like a wolf, hungry and prowling, seeking innocent prey. It was a sandstorm.

The wind was harsh to those who lived in the desert. By day, it brought the very foundations of the desert into a sweeping wave of death. The grains of sand would simply wash over any who didn’t avoid its cataclysm. Then, by night, it brought a chilling blast, chilling those who were unprotected to and past the point of death.

Whatever the time, the wind killed. Wherever you went in the desert, the wind followed, snapping at your heels.
However, this sandstorm was hiding something, something that it seemingly wanted to keep, like some sort of treasure.

Then out of the folds of the storm, was a traveller. Wearing a sand cloak for protection, and hunched over on the back of a horse, the traveller was unidentifiable. As the traveller continued through what appeared at first to be an endless wall of sand, the storm’s hold began to weaken, and the silhouette of a town began to emerge. The walls of every house were painted plain white, to keep the interior cool. Nonetheless, much of the white was missing, chipped off by millions of grains of sand. The horse walked silently into the town, and the traveller slid off its back. The traveller, weary and much weaker than usual, thumped heavily against the door of one of the houses. A woman opened the door, and gasped.
“Ganith? I thought…”
The traveller, after the heavy toll of the journey, slumped to the ground.
The woman took hold of the traveller, and hauled the person into the shelter of the house. As she did so, the hood of the sand cloak fell, revealing long, red hair.

The traveller was a woman, a young one at that, merely 18 years of age.
She had travelled to the Temple of her tribe, to pray to their guardian, for a very special gift. She had vanished for many months, before she had finally returned, this time possessing the gift she had travelled to receive.
She was with child, and heavily at that, now that she had arrived.
According to the traditions of her tribes, they could only have a child if their guardian goddess approved of it. Men were rarely born in their tribe, in fact next to never.
So, they had to pray for the gift. When they came of the age of 18, they travelled to the temple, prayed to their goddess, and waited for the gifts to come.
When it came, they travelled back home. It was the way it had always been done.
Something had delayed the traveller, and her gift was already on its way.

As it was on its way, the storm outside began to become fiercer.
As night descended, it swept into and through the city, as if in anticipation as to what was about to happen.
Then, as the wind howled loudly, as if it were baying at the moon, a wailing was heard. The wail of a baby.

Inside, the traveller gasped after the effort. She was weak, too weak, and barely able to move. The people of the tribe had been watching, since this had been a special event. It hadn’t helped though.
Then, someone gasped.
The woman who had brought her in looked shocked.
“Ganith… your child… is a boy.”
Everyone was looking awestruck.
Ganith had been one of the least in the tribe, and occasionally she had been picked on.
Now, she had the greatest honour among any of them.
She was the mother of their king.
She smiled, then winced as pain surged through her body.
The journey and the child had taken their toll.
As she winced, she felt a strange sense of… disappointment.
Her son would achieve great things but, for some reason, she’d have preferred to have had a girl. She had always been a quiet person, and now that she was great, she felt unhappy. She knew though, that this wouldn’t last, as she’d soon join the goddess of the sands.
As she winced, she leant toward the nearest of her tribe, who was just a girl, only 7 years of age. The child, as she knew, had always had a fierce and strong, but good heart. Her eyes that were normally burning with strength were now a soft hazelnut colour, as if the fire of strength had been extinguished.
The traveller winced again, then whispered.
“Look after this tribe, if my son proves to be… a flaw.”
She then leaned back again, and nothing followed.
One of the watchers tested the traveller for a pulse, but in vain.
The woman, who had rescued the traveller and the traveller’s unborn child, gave a sudden gasp.
“The boy! He has no name!”
The wind whispered outside, seemingly ushering a word, over, and over, and over.
The girl, silent for a while, then looked up.
“Mama? I think I know a name!”
The woman smiled warmly, in a patronising way.
“Really Nabooru? Well, that’s nice dear, but I really think that you should leave it to those who are older and therefore-”
The fire returned to the girl’s eyes, and in confidence, she uttered the name’s meaning.
“It means: ‘Storm from the desert’, and its an ancient Hylian word, as I remember it's a good name for a boy, but I can't remember how to say it. Do you?”
The woman stopped, surprised that her daughter had actually thought of quite a good name.
“You mean…?”
She leant a bit closer, to say it without anyone else hearing, but everyone else leant forward to listen as well.
She sighed, and then uttered the name, which for some reason, felt cold, and harsh, just like its meaning.
The young girl nodded.
“That’s it!”
The woman turned round.
Everyone, even the leader, were nodding in agreement.
“Fine then. From this day fourth, the boy of our tribe, the child of Ganith, and the future king of us all shall be known as… Ganondorf!”
Outside, the wind howled even louder, and made a sound, best described as a laugh.
A laugh, of pure malice, mixed with triumph.

[FlameMaster5]

B-R-A-V-O!! *claps*

Absolutely brilliant, Haunter360. I realized you were quite good at RPGing, but on your own you're even better. You and I have a true talent. Your your gift of writing well. I'm sure you'd become one of the best authors if you chose that path. ^_^ Excellent.

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While some may think of it as long winded, I believe that this is, like FM5's work, amazing. Everything falls together perfectly in this story.

Yet you made wolves look so bad at that but at the top............

[Haunter 360]

Heh, sorry, it was an expression.
The wind howls.
And the only animal whose howl is feared is a wolf's.
Adds detail and imagery and other words I don't remember from school. Eeeeeeesh. School. Evil.

And I'm at that place of horror again now!


Anyhow, thanks for the compliments.
This story will explain lot's of things left unanswered by the end of Ocarina Of Time.
And if it should ever become a game,
(Which I hope it will) some of the main characters aren't human, and some of them will be playable!

So thanks for the compliments.
I appreciate it!


I'd better start the next chapter then...

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yeah

[Haunter 360]

Chapter 1: The new king(s)

Away from the deserts in the west, she smiled lovingly at her husband.
She too, was expecting gifts.
This too, was cause of major celebration, as her husband was the king, and she was the queen.
The heirs were on their way.
The news had falling in as quickly and as loudly as a stone, thrown into a river.
It had sent ripples from the castle to the kingdoms surrounding.
People from every race had heard, and many had even visited the castle, and had brought tribute.
There was a rare, bizarre, and somewhat dangerous flowers from the high mountains, a peculiar spear from the desert, a crate of milk from the nearby ranch, a bottle containing a mythical, silvery substance, taken from the guardian of the river, and somehow, another gift found its way in.
A medallion. It had an interesting design carved on it though, known as the eye of truth, a symbol often associated with the legendary warrior race of stories, the Sheikah.
Perhaps the Sheikah did exist?
It was probably a hoax though.
Despite the strangeness of the gifts, the king and queen treasured them the same, and had given best wishes and many thanks back to each of the races.
The king smiled, then walked to the door, and called.
“Rauru!!”
The door was flung open, almost actually hitting him, and a guard entered, though his helmet was at an angle since he had been so eager to enter. The soldier wasn’t that old, only 21, but already was a skilled warrior and dedicated soldier.
“Have the messengers returned?”
Rauru nodded eagerly. Working for the king was a high privilege.
He still wasn’t sure why they had chosen him.
“All of them have returned safely. Well, that is to say, mostly. One was a bit on the bruised side after being hugged by a happy Goron.”
“Sounds painful.”
“Oh, and the one that visited the Gerudos came back with… well, empty pockets.”
The king chuckled.
“Don’t worry, they’ll all be paid for their journey. So, any more news?”
“Not really. Except for the growing excitement in the town.”
“All’s good in Hyrule then. You can go now.”
The soldier saluted neatly, turned and strode into the wall.
“Rauru? It would be better if you used the door.”
The soldier blushed.
“Sorry your majesty…”
“Oh, and you might want to reposition that helmet. It could poke someone’s eye out.”
“Yes sir, your majesty, sir!”

1 week later, a crying echoed through the halls of the castle. The heir had been born.
Then, another crying echoed the first. Another heir had been born.

The king looked at his two sons. This would pose problems…
Rauru looked glum as he stood beside him.
“This will make it a little more complicated.”
“Any news?”
“The people are overjoyed, and many have already began to pick sides. Unhappily, they haven’t all made the same decision. So, what are their names again?”
“The one which is crawling around the room and sticking things in his mouth is Zoldan. The smaller one asleep in the cot is Linth. So far I’m thinking that Zoldan should be king, seeing as he is older by a fraction, but I guess that only time will tell…”
“Should I spread the news?”
“Not yet. We’ll see which one is the more capable ruler.”

As the years passed, neither of the two heirs seemed all that spectacular.
Linth was a nice boy, but at his age a little weak-willed.
Zoldan was far more active than his brother, and often went out riding on his palace horse.
The king and queen loved both of them equally, though the king liked Zoldan’s active personality, while the queen liked Linth’s helpful personality.
Still, the question remained.
Who would become king?

[FlameMaster5]

Oh, how interesting. ^_^

So, this is the beginning of Hyrule and Gerudo Valley's kings. I like this story.

[Haunter 360]

You ain't seen nothin' yet!

... Well actually, I really like the beginning of Ganondorf, but this next bit has more action. This next bit is Nabooru's cool moment!

[Haunter 360]

Chapter 2: The Goddess of the Sands

Meanwhile, during the time when the twins in Hyrule Castle were 9 and a half, something was happening at the desert.
“The last we saw of her, she was heading for the desert colossus. We told her not to go, because of the sandstorm, but she wouldn’t listen.”
“And how long ago was this?”
“5 hours ago.”
“Hm…”
Nabooru was aged 16.
As Ganith had instructed, she had been trying her best to help out her tribe since the age of 7. She could tell that soon she was to be tested to her limit.
Halroda, a 21-year-old Gerudo had headed towards the spirit temple within the desert colossus, so desperate for a child, she had gone through a sandstorm. And hadn’t returned.
The leader of the tribe had issued an order not the search for the missing Gerudo, to prevent further losses.
But Nabooru had eyes like fire, and a heart like one to match.
Even the most vicious sandstorm ever witnessed by the Gerudo people wouldn’t have put her off.
She grabbed a rough blanket, wrapped it around her, turned, and headed towards the gate to the Haunted wasteland, the path to the temple.

She groaned.
The gate was closed and locked.
The gatekeeper had left for shelter as the sandstorm approached.
She sighed sadly, but then the fire returned to her eyes. She had an idea.
Running over to the gate, she flung herself onto the ladder to the gate controls, and activated the levers, opening the gate.
She heard voices calling after her as she climbed back down the ladder.
“Don’t Nabooru!”
“You have your life in front of you! Don’t waste it!”
“Neither you nor Halroda stands a chance out there! You’ll die, searching for a corpse!”
Nabooru turned back to them, fire in her eyes, and glared.
“It’s my choice, and Ganith told me to look after the tribe. And that’s what I’ll do. Even if it means dying in the attempt.”
“But…”
There was no stopping her.
She tightened the blanket around her for protection, then disappeared into the sandstorm.

She coughed as she blindly walked over the sand dunes.
She knew that this was suicide.
It didn’t matter though, because Halroda was out here somewhere.
And she would find her, alive or not.
She hoped that the Gerudo would still be alive.

Having crossed the infamous river of sands, Nabooru blindly made her way through the sandstorm.
It was getting worse.
The grains of sand rushed by her, slicing over her cheeks, and biting into her face.
She had lost her sense of direction ages ago, and was relying on luck to find her way to the desert colossus.
Then sensed something.
Something burrowing up from under her feet.
She jumped back, and groaned as it emerged.
It was a leever, a burrowing parasite of the desert.
Cutting it in two with a hidden Gerudo cutlass, she looked behind her.
For a split second, part of the winds split, revealing very bad scene.
Coming towards her were thousands upon thousands of leevers, and all of them coming towards her.
She turned and began to sprint forward.

She ran, with the leevers in hot pursuit.
Occasionally one managed to snap at her heels, but at that point she forced herself to charge even faster forward.
She darted in different directions, but the leevers continued the pursuit.
Sweat fell from her forehead.
She was tiring.
Soon she’d have to stop, and when she did, the leevers would swarm over her, and literally gnaw her to death.
She half-ran, half-stumbled, blinded by the effort.
Just when she felt that she had no more energy to run, something tripped her up.
Overcome by the effort, she slipped out of her conscious mind…

(This bit will continue next post. I'll leave it at a cliff hanger.)

[FlameMaster5]

Awesome. ^_^ Nabooru is one of my favorite characters in OoT - so it's good to see her actually have a "behind the scenes" plot.

[Haunter 360]

Well that's good!
She didn't make much of an appearance in Ocarina Of Time as the other sages, so I decided to make her a main plot character.
She's one of the key figures, you'll see...


Boo hoo, I won't be able to write anymore today.
Gotta go!

[FlameMaster5]

Well, whenever you feel up to it, you can post more. I'll be your reading buddy, lol. ^_^

Btw, I like how you're taking this into your own hands and giving it some of your own ideas. That's what I did with my two fanfics. It has some Zelda in it, but with other plots I've made up myself. So, yeah, I like this tale.

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yeh it is she is an awesome character

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Please keep writing this story--I'm thirsting for more! Oh my goodness, you have trumped me in my writing of any zelda stories. I feel like throwing in the towel on my efforts because I like how you've set this thing up so well! I could never get the beginning of my story set up right. I wanted it to eventually be a movie script but the beginning was too hard to get right. You, sir or madame, are a bloody genius! I would like for you to read what I have written in the past as the beginning ideas for my movie script. Maybe there's something there that you would like to team up with me on or something.