#tsof ganondorf

[palmolli]

MISCELLANEOUS LINK AKIRAN RELATED DOODLES. ALSO, CONCEPT-ISH DESIGN FOR GANONDORF!!!

[tloz-smoke-and-mirrors]

Canon interaction between Ganondorf and Link Akiran

[palmolli]

The more I develop the relationship between Ganondorf and Akiran from "Ganondorf was just using him" the more and more I hate everything 💔

[tloz-smoke-and-mirrors]

Heyyy, found this old draft of young Akiran finding the master sword. Im not sure if I'm going to keep it as canon quite yet, but as I'm figuring out the actual story... y'all can have this, lol.

In the beninging...

(I couldn't think of a better name)

In the looming quiet darkness of the forest, he saw a sword there. It glowed, and it greeted him with a chime from its place in its pedestal, beckoning him towards it. Fascinated, he made his way over to the blade. It was as if he was being pulled towards it by a string of fate. Standing before its glory, Link was only an inch or two taller.

Link reached towards it, wrapping his little hands around the hilt of the sword. Using all his might, he released it from the earth. The force made him stumble backwards a bit. He raised the sword, admiring it with childish awe, unaware of the consequences of his actions. Due to its weight, his asthenic arms couldn't hold it up any longer. So he held the blade in both hands. It was oddly familiar. Had they met before? Suddenly, the sword's glow grew even brighter.

Unbeknownst to Link, he was being observed. The man had unmounted his horse and walked over to Link, towering over the small child. He looked up at the man. The light from the sword illuminated his harsh face. His features were stony, his thick brows were pressed firmly together, his eyes were like the flickering flame of a candle, his beard was cropped short and his red hair was tied back.

“You hold a very dangerous object in your hands, child.” The man said. His voice was deep. It held a calm rage within it, like a flowing river of magma, melting any and all in its path. Link didn't know what to say.

“Where are your parents? These woods are no place for a child such as yourself. It's remarkable that you found your way here in one piece.” The man asked him.

“They're gone.” Link answered, looking down. Tears began to drop from his eyes, wetting the dirt below his feet even more. His shoulders shook. He couldn't help but cry. The stranger knelt down and held the boy's shoulders, meeting his gaze with a firm stare.

“Don't cry. There's no reason to. You possess a great power within you.” He said, holding up Link's left hand. “This mark… it is the mark of the gods. You're a special child. A dangerous child. As am I.”

The stranger held up his own hand, showing the mark on the back of it to Link. It was three triangles, golden and glowing, though the one on top shone brighter than the rest. Link glanced down at his own hand. The triangle on the right was the brighter one.

“My name is Ganondorf, what is yours?” He asked.

Link sniffed before he answered, and when he did, Ganondorf held his hand out. “Come with me, Link. The world is a harsh and cruel place, it is dangerous to wander it alone. Especially for someone as young and inexperienced as yourself. Let me teach you how to put that power of yours into good use.”