Once born to destroy and rule. To subjugate the entire human race and to live in constant blood mania. That is the only purpose and purpose of the Gerudo! Every 100 years a new king of the Gerudo is supposed to be born and thus the story of the horrific Ganondorf was revealed. The real king was born 100 years ago. Grown up in the womb of a Gerudo warrior. The old king dying in his bed and the new king, just born, lying in his little bed. Sleeping quietly and unaware of his future. There he lies, the little king who will one day terrify and terrify all of Hyrule.

The history:
The warrior lay in her bed, holding the boy in her arms. But could she be proud? Was she even worthy of raising this brat? No, but she had to. It was her duty! The little one looked sleepily at his mother, but he could not have known that she loathed him. Suddenly the warrior's door was stormed.Two other Gerudo warriors ran in to protect the mother and her child from the scraps that destroyed everything. From outside you could only hear screams. Terrible screams. The once beautiful sky turned red, red like the warm blood. For a moment it looked like Heaven was tormented. Torment for the cruelty of those he once saw so happy. It had always been a mystery what the future actually held. And so the future of the new king was also a mystery. Only the infinite sky knew this. Won the battle, albeit with many casualties. But nobody cared, nobody was sorry. Then the name was announced tomorrow: Ganondorf. He quickly grew into a strong warrior. Proud, arrogant and cocky. He quickly understood what it was all about. That darkened his still young childish soul to the last. He emulated the cruelty of death. Ganondorf wanted to become the most powerful and most brutal Gerudo of all time.He didn't care about being a king. He just always wanted more power. Power to destroy, to kill. Yes! That was his goal.

The warriors saw in him a king that was far too young and not a warrior. The mother of Ganondorf knew that he was powerful. But did she suspect that the pretended boy was only so young? No, she was deceived by a false facade and assassinated by her own flesh and blood. In some way the little boy knew his mother's thoughts and listened to his icy heart, which thirsted for blood and revenge. But one question tormented his broken soul. What was he born for? What was the purpose of this horror? Little young Ganondorf didn't know! Nobody could know this. Was it hard on the outside, hard as rock? But from the inside, how was his inside. It tormented him so much. Was this his broken, sick life? It had to be a! Nobody would help him. Nobody!
Slowly, very slowly, the eternal loneliness ate away at his soul, his warm feelings.Power was his life! Yes power! His brain worked day and night. How would he manage to subdue all of Hyrule? To bond and torture you? Then, at last after hard work, an idea occurred to him. The child's lips were adorned with a nasty grin. It would be like that. The absurd and sick idea drove him insane, insane. After long and painful years of training, he was perfect. A machine that was focused on assassinating anyone who came in its way.

Out of his childhood, into real life, Ganondorf was on his way to the castle of Hyrule. There he asked the king for asylum and swore eternal loyalty to him. This became part of him. Ganondorf, the ruler of terror, killed the good-hearted king that night. A silent scream slipped from the king's dead lips. Ganondorf gave a sick laugh. He had succeeded! The still warm blood dripped in soft drops from the hands of the perverse murderer, whose soul was even blacker than the deepest darkness itself.The next day, the inhabitants were terrified. The mighty Ganondorf had made it! Some residents rebelled against the evil and suffered a painful death. The killer destroyed the marketplace and
laughed. He laughed at the stupidity of these naive people. But it was to get worse. Ganondorf wanted the Triforce. There should be a young man, Link. After a painful struggle, the hero won and Ganondorf was exiled by the 7 wise men.

But was evil vanquished? No! It lived on, its dreadful life. He was locked up. Locked up in the hell of his unnecessary existence. Ganondorf spent many years thinking. But, since he could not live forever, the old days marked him. Was it his destiny to go on living? Once he learned that it was worth living! But he wasn't a machine. No, he, he was a gerudo! Ganondorf destroyed the magical prison by being locked up by the 7 wise men.The infinite cherished hatred in his stomach wanted out. Out to destroy! World domination was close, almost within reach! But this loneliness in his soul wanted to be satisfied! Satisfied by the love of another being. Love?! Was he crazy? Did he want to feel this feeling once? Like the naive people? His, oh so icy heart agreed to the satisfaction of his soul. Ganondorf fled, fled from prison on his part. A feeling of freedom spread. He did not return to the Gerudo valley. But on the contrary. It was time to part with the past. This decision was the key to eternal, stupid and naive life. Especially since he didn't even know that his female warriors were all dying. Weakness showed in the eyes that were once so nasty. He would flee to the unsaved steppe. Ganondorf was free. Free as a bird! Would he find what he was looking for? He promised himself one thing, in a while he would come back to complete what he had once started.Yes someday!