Chapter 1

-A New Plan-

First, everything was a blur. Bright colors swam before his eyes, then slowly it all became clear. The room, not as he had expected, was actually quite dark. He lay on a soft bed that reminded him of home, and a veil obstructed his view of the rest of the room. The man attempted to sit up, but groaned in pain.

"He's awake!" the crackling voice of a old woman said through the veil.

"Don't move, don't move!" another voice said urgently. It was identical to the first, but it undoubtedly belonged to a second person. They sounded familiar. Very familiar. He tried to respond, but could only groan again.

"Would you stop making such a fuss, boy?" the first voice snapped. Boy? He was already fully grown; it had been a very long time since he had been a child, the man was even much older than he appeared. How old were these two to view him as so young?

"You'll just make it worse!" the second scolded, "Now, stop moving around so much!" A gnarled, bony hand gripped the curtain and jerked it to the side. His eyes widened upon seeing the two familiar faces.

"K-Ko-" the man grunted.

"Oh, shut up and take this potion!" Koume said, thrusting a bottle of blue liquid in his face. She suddenly pressed it against his lips and began draining it. He choked, and, shoving the bottle away, spat it out.

"For Din's sake," Kotake said, clearly exasperated, "The Great Ganondorf, king of the Gerudo, spitting out his medicine like a child!" Glaring at them indignantly, Ganondorf wiped the potion off of his chin with the back of his hand.

"What-"

"Take this," Koume insisted, as she took another bottle of blue potion from her sister and handed it to him, "It will heal you." Not taking his eyes off of the two, he took the bottle and slowly drained its contents. With every swallow, he could feel his strength returning. Ganondorf then thrust the bottle back at them, and sat up. He carefully swung his sore legs over the side of the bed, and attempted to stand.

"Don't!" the twins shrieked at once.

"You're too weak!" Kotake said.

"You need more rest!" Koume said. He grunted in response, and glanced around the room. His eyes fell on the sword that lay on a nearby table. The Master Sword.

"So… I survived the Master Sword's blow…?" Ganondorf thought aloud.

"Barely."

"You are very lucky to be alive."

"Especially since you no longer have the Triforce of Power."

Anger surged through the Gerudo king as the memory returned to him. Slamming his fist down onto the bed, he growled, "That kid… Link…" He paused thoughtfully, and asked, "How long have I been unconscious? What happened to the boy?"

"You have been asleep for decades."

"That kid in green? He grew up- and died, only recently."

"You know, though," Kotake said, "there has been word of an infant that was born to a knight and his wife."

"We don't know what this may mean, or if this has anything to do with the hero," Koume continued, "But the child's name is Link."

"Link?" Ganondorf guessed, "The one who nearly killed me… and the one who sent me to the dark realm… they both had the same name- Link."

"Do you want us to… dispose of the infant, then?" Kotake said ominously.

"We know that the knight and his family live in Hyrule Castle Town," Koume added.

"No…" Ganondorf replied, thinking carefully, "You said that the last one with the name Link died recently. How recently?"

"Just before the new Link was born."

"The day before, I think."

"Then it must be that when one Link dies, another is born to take his place as the next defender of Hyrule," he said, "Be it so, then if the child dies, another one will take his place. I won't know where he is, though… no. I will take him."

"You are still too weak."

"So, will you need a few minions to do the job?"

"No," he replied, "I will do it myself. In a few days time, I will find the child and take him as my own."