Ganondorf X Reader

The Dawn of a Villain

Sorry for not updating for so long, I'll try to make more quickly yet still good.

It had been 7 years for the young lord. It consisted of learning, training, eating, and sleeping. He had gronw into a lean, muscular tween over the painful years, but it was not in vain for, in those 7 years, the soon to be king was old enough to go outside the village walls and experience the outside world. This was allowed by the Witch Sisters to help him on the mission he was sent on since birth. He had packed a large bag and walked out of the castle, not as a boy, but as a young man. The Gerudo guards opened the gates and allowed him through.

He had wondered over the hottest deserts, he hiked over rocky mountains, he sailed over lakes and rivers, and he eventually got to a lush green forest. It had been a journey of 2 months. He had seen and experienced things no other Gerudo has. His solo training hit levels of a royal guard, as he had trained himself to be able to punch a rock without fear of breaking his hand, he learned how to cut a willow tree down with less strikes than an experienced Woodcutter. And his mind was faced with puzzling situations with which he powered through. He had trained in everything he'd ever need to, but that still was not all he could train in.

He crunched the dead leaves and sticks under him as he walked. As it is, being alone and not speaking to another being has its toll on all people. So his lack of social interaction left him dazed whenever he saw another being, making his condition worsen. As it is, he grew quite...... odd. If it wasn't for the journal the Witch Sisters demanded he write in on his way, he'd probably forget how too write as well.

It quickly became night in the forest, he had to set up camp, as he had set up camp many times before. He made a small fire out of the dead leaves and sticks, and put up a small tent, which consisted of sticks placed like a teepee and a sheet he had made from sheepskins.

Finally done, he yawned and crawled in to rest for the night.

In the morning.....

He awoke to the sound of crunching leaves and panting. He walked out of his makeshift tent and looked towards the noise. He was quick to check it out, so he hopped on a log and looked out into the vastness of the green forest. He jumped off to the other side, and now cautiously, walked towards the still obvious noise of leave lifting off the ground.

Now the noise was close, he walked towards the noise that was so close now, staying at the same distance, was it circling him? Was it hunting him!? He grabbed a sharp rock and waited. The paranoia was almost to much.

He kept turning around, trying to keep an eye on the noises location. Eventually the noise came up behind him, he quickly turned around, only to be hit in the head by a heavy object.

He heard a groan, but wasn't sure it was his own. He was quick to black out and fall into another, inconvenient, slumber.