Pairing: Zelda x Ganondorf (Zelgan)
Rating: T (Teen and Up Audiences)
Genre: Legend of Zelda, 1001 Night
Tags: Romance, theft, handkiss, lgbtq characters
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Summary:
During the Sun and Moon Festival, Zelda, a young thief, breaks into Ganondorf's garden - rumor has it, that he possesses a tree that carries real sapphires. Despite being extra careful, he catches her, seemingly amused by this bold 'guest'. She manages to escape, but later she notices that her only heirloom is gone. Assuming Ganondorf stole it, she makes plans to get it back.
Zelda sneaked through the shadows of the Noble Quarter. A warm summer breeze and splendid fullmoon drove the people outside, seeking the comfort of gardens and establishments. It was the first night of the Sun-and-Moon-Festival, the biggest festivity of the summer months. Everyone celebrated.
The city brimmed with liveliness, overflowed with merchants from all over the country. Colorful lamps decorated every street, even the filthy ones in the slums. The days were too hot to do much outside, so the people flooded the streets at night, filling the cobble stoned paths, dressed in light fabrics of garish colors. Some wore even sun or moon masks to honor the two deities.
It was the perfect time for a well planned theft that would make her rich.
For weeks the rumor of Ganondorf Dragmire's sapphire cherries coursed through the city. The few nobles he invited to his exuberantly ostentatious villa claimed, he possessed a cherry tree with fruits that were the purest and bluest sapphires.
Sapphires, the holy jewels of the Great Goddess Nayru, were rare and costly. Only two of those ominous cherries would be worth a fortune. IF the rumors were true!
Various members of the Guild of Thieves had affirmed the talk.
None, however, had been able to steal any of those cherries yet. Zelda intended to be the first one and had prepared to be on her way in case of success. Failure would most certainly mean death or the loss of both hands, which was about the same.
The man she intended to steal from was a cunning person with origins barely known. Yet with his wisdom, strategical knowledge and war experience he'd forged his way to the position of High Advisor to the King and Member of City Council. Rumor had it he lived with only women. He would even pick some of them from the streets. Those of them who did not serve him as warriors or personal guards were cooks, maids, messengers or lovers, they said.
The bell of the central tower rang, deep and sonorous. The next change of guards would happen in fifty heartbeats. She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of night. Laughter. Steps. The humming of moonlight bees. The soft breeze caressing her sweaty skin where it was not covered by dark clothes.
When the sounds changed in the same way they did every third night, she started to climb the wall at the spot where she had eroded the mortar over the weeks.
She pulled herself up over the edge, looking for unexpected trouble. After another heartbeat, she slipped over the wall in perfect silence.
On the other side, Zelda let herself fall into the shadow of a sage bush with violet-blue blossoms, rolling right under it. She started to count heartbeats. The new patrol appeared at twenty, walking the walls and the garden in a very unpredictable manner.
Zelda closed her eyes, slowing down her breathing. She waited for the next change of guards at midnight. At that time, the train of musicians should pass by this villa, hopefully distracting the bronze skinned warriors. They were rather fond of music and musicians, she knew. With luck, the change of guards would take longer, long enough for her to steal AND leave unseen.
If not? She’d had to wait another two hours. Patience and accuracy were some of the most important traits of a thief, together with silence and deftness. She was proud of her skills, though none other than her would acknowledge them.
When finally the noise of the nearing musicians grew loud, the full moon took its most inconvenient position: zenith. She would be exposed during her sprint to the tree which stood in the middle of the garden. There would be no shadows she could use on her way. Swiftness was of the essence.
The guards retreated from their positions. Zelda gunned out of her hideout and raced for the tree. Its shadow was shallow shelter, the silver light of the moon too bright on the soft grass around. She reached swiftly for the lowest hanging fruit, plucking it into her little bag.
It was hard and round and smooth, crystal clear like the most beautiful sapphires. It WAS a sapphire! What magic was this, the rarest gems in all the lands growing like fruits on a tree?
She reached for the next blue cherry, when a hand covered her mouth, drawing her against a foreign body. The shining blade of a dagger pushed softly against her throat.
Zelda froze.
As the ZelganBB tumblr has been silent for weeks for unkown reason, I will not wait for them to return. As per schedule, today the posting of art and stories should start.
I will upload my story tomorrow on AO3 and FFnet.
I will post the summary here, together with the links to the mentioned platforms.
I don’t know if there is an artist for my story. I will post it anyway. I wrote it for myself. I even finished (almost) in time.
