By the time I was eight years old, I had been introduced to the tribe. Instead of terror, the Gerudo took my presence as an omen for a rise in power
“Kotake,” I asked one day, “where are all of the other boys in this town?”
Instead of replying, she simply repeated what I had said to Koume and cackled.
“Ganondorf, there are none. We have been over this many times. You are the only one. You are special, the first in 100 years…” Koume said, a sick grin on her face.
"So why didn’t my mama want me…?” I whispered.
They didn’t hear me. No one ever heard me. But now I know that they would one day.
One morning, I decided to share a strange dream I had while we were eating breakfast.
“Koume, Kotake,” I said, “I had this strange dream last night.
"It started off with a golden triangle, but it was blurry. I was going to follow it, but then I heard music and turned around. Standing there was a boy and a girl, and a little sparkly thing was dancing around them as they played the song together. Oh, it was such a lovely song.”
“Was that it?” Kotake spat. “That was a dumb dream. You should have followed the triangle.”
Then she shot a look at Koume.
“No, there was more. I tried to approach them to say hello. I just wanted a friend. But then the girl screamed and stepped back, and the boy pulled out a sword to defend her. They both looked so angry, and so sad. And when I looked down, my hands were covered in… in…”
“In what, boy?” Koume snapped.
“Blood.” I finished with a sob.
I had another strange premonition when I was about 10 years old. This one I did not share with anyone. I record it here, lest it be lost to time.
It came to me on the night that I had defeated all of the best Gerudo soldiers. I was naturally exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
I opened my eyes after a while to find that I was in a lake with crystalline water. Mysterious landmarks that I only knew from books rented like most in the distance. A dark shadow locked eyes with me.
I was scared by his evil disposition, yet my legs carried me to the large figure. He simply pointed to the sky, which rapidly darkened; I noted his sick grin.
Three colored figures streaked across the sky, holding with them a brilliant golden…Something? A triangle once more? I chased after them to no avail.
“Please!” I cried out. “Please show me what this power is! Please!”
They slowed down after they heard my plea. They were beautiful goddesses, each with their own feeling. The one who approached me, however, felt truly powerful. Her dress was a beautiful color, a bright crimson.
“You are the Heir. Remember these words: Power is not a blessing, but a curse. It can be easily abused, corrupting even the kindest of souls. Demise,” she said, calling out to the shadow, “You will be defeated once more, no matter how strong I can see this one will be.”
His response was with restrained anger. “As you say, Din. However, this one causes a disturbance. He fractures time itself. There will finally be a day when I will win, and your little hero and princess will fail. I will hold the kingdom, in some era.”
The blue one nodded. “I can see it too. But the young hero, Link, will succeed twice, with Ganon only once.”
I jumped at the mention of my name. Yet, a more pressing concern was in my mind. Why was this monster, Demise, saying that he would win? Was this the same hero and princess of my dream?
“But um… Din… Why can’t I be the hero? What did or will I do wrong? Please tell me what to do differently in order to have my power be used for good!”
“Ah, poor child. There is nothing I can do about that. The power will corrupt you. Hylia was the only one of us able to prevent the control of Demise, but she left with her hero, sworn to protect Hyrule. That was millennia ago... Rest, for the years ahead will be the hardest."
I woke, and cried. I cried of confusion, disappointment, but most of all, fear.
I should have stayed fearful.