Our Ancestor's Sins

Arc 1: Friends Forever

The Kingdom of Hyrule had been around for hundreds of years. Its first king had ruled it well, allowing it to flourish, and his daughter had saved it from ruin with a Goddess-blessed Hero. The beast that had tried to raze the kingdom to the ground had been slaughtered. This cycle continued in a predictable pattern with the Hyrule Princess and the Hero defeating the monster whenever it reared its head.

King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule XCIV was not about to make the same mistake as his ancestors. Instead of waiting for the Gerudo King to grow in strength and power, he struck the desert people first.

Razing their small town to the ground and scattering the Gerudo tribe to the wind, he took the moons old child back to Castle Town. With its skin still pale and not darkened by the sun to the typical Gerudo bronze, the only indication that the child was not Hylian was its gold eyes and fiery red hair.

King Rhoam passed the child off to a simple ranch family, a position he deemed worthy enough to keep the thirst of power at bay.

King Rhoam was satisfied with his work.

Without the boy in the hands of the Gerudo to poison and corrupt him, the Gerudo King would grow up as a Hylian, never learning of his true destiny. King Rhoam was determined to keep the boy ignorant of his heritage. And if it ever came down to the boy coming into his abilities as the Demon King, the King of Hyrule would snuff out the Gerudo’s life before he became too powerful to stop.

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Zelda groaned quietly as she listened to Purah blather on about the history between the Kingdom of Hyrule and the Domain of the Zora.

History wasn’t really her strong suit, but her Sheikah teacher was insistent she learned it before her time as ruler came to pass.

She was only five, however, so all the ancient talk was boring her. Her current train of thought was on the fact that her father had promised she could go out into the market of Castle Town for the first time. It was the fact that she was deemed old enough to step outside the front doors of the castle that made Zelda buzz with excitement.

As long as she brought Impa, the younger sister to Purah, with her on her excursion.

Despite both of them having their white hairs drawn up into buns, Purah and Impa were not alike in the least. While Purah enjoyed history and the technology that was supposedly created by her race over ten thousand years ago, Impa was more stoic, drawn into her duties as the protector and bodyguard to Zelda.

Heaving another sigh, Zelda dropped her chin into her hand as she began to doodle on her note sheet; crude stick figures of monsters and Zora.

“Are you listening, Princess?” Purah’s voice interrupted the blank state her mind had gone into.

Startled, Zelda looked up with wide eyes.

Purah was staring at her expectantly, arms crossed.

“Uh…”

“What was the last thing I said?”

Blushing in embarrassment, Zelda looked down at her notes, scanning them over. She didn’t know where she had stopped listening.

“Um…there are lots of different subspecies of Zora…?” Zelda mumbled, tapering off at the end.

The look on Purah’s face told her she was off base.

“Are you done torturing her yet?” Impa asked, opening the door to the study.

Zelda gasped, hopping out of her seat. “Does that mean we can leave now?”