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The Legend of Zelda: The War for Hyrule

Gerudo Desert

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a part of The Legend of Zelda: The War for Hyrule, by Electrolite.

The endless dunes that are the home of the Gerudo

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Possibly the most inhospitable region on the continent. By day it is as hot as a Dodongo's stomach, plagued by sandstorms, and without as much as a single stone every mile to set your feet on firmly. Wooden posts with red banners attached to the top were placed by Gerudo in ages past to act as wayfaring points, but by now so many have succumbed to the elements that one cannot trust the paths they lay out. Swarms of violent moldorms hide beneath the sand, ready to attack in a moment, and whenever one crests a dune one risks happening upon a group of red tektites.
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Gerudo Desert

The endless dunes that are the home of the Gerudo

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Gerudo Desert is a part of Southern Realms.

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"Light," said a croaky voice Jol couldn't believe he used. The sunlight ate at him as he struggled in fatigue to follow the flags in the seemingly endless desert. Ever since he woke up in the Spirit temple, he had had no memory of ever coming to this awful place. He saw multitudes of dunes and rivers of quicksand as he travelled toward the next flag.

Suddenly, to his left, Jol heard the shouts of women and beasts. More like warcries, he thought. Maybe they know how to get out of here. Jol followed his ears until he came over the dune. He saw 3 tan skinned, red haired women with spears and scimitars struggling against a huge horde of tektites and moldorms. Without second thought, and possibly against ALL his better judgment, Jol ran towards the encounter, unarmed. One of the moldorms knocked away a scimitar, which Jol picked up. He had no memory of ever using such a blade, or any blade, really. A tektite charged him. As a reflex, Jol performed a perfect lunging strike that tore the tektite in two, right through its eye. Another tektite charged, another died. And another. And another. As the red haired women finished up the moldorms, for they fought like hurricanes of steel with hair as red as their fury, Jol unconciously performed a perfect spin attack, killing the remainder of the assailants. He stopped to inspect the carnage...

The women were examining the remains of the struggle then they looked at Jol. They wore veils and jewels in their hair. They studied him with those golden eyes of theirs and then nodded to each other as they made a decision. They hoisted their spears, ready at a moment's notice, aimed right for Jol's heart. One of them approached him and removed her veil. "Emier ka yatza?" He looked confused at the dialect. She asked again, only this time in mid sentence he made out "speak Hylian". "Hylian," Jol said, "is that the language here?" She looked at him. He really asked that, she thought. "So I take it you can understand me, right," she said. Jol nodded. "Then you'll understand this. You're on Gerudo territory, and are thereby tresspassing. By Gerudo law, since you were found in the desert and not int he valley or the fortress, you're supposed to be executed." She put on her veil. "And as thanks, we'll make it painless." She lunged at him first with her spear. For the moment, time stood still for it. In his mind, all matter of reversal, deflection, and parries spun through his mind as time rushed back to nomral. He grabbed the spear beneath the head and twisted towards a 90 degree angle, efficiently cutting off all driving force she had put behind it. Then he spun the spear while she held it until hearing a pop. He snapped out of his daze and saw the Gerudo kneeling and nursing her right shoulder. He didn't have to look. He knew it was dislocated. And badly. "I-I'm sorry...", Jol started. His gaurd down, the other Gerudo jumped him and were able to knock him down. Jol, from all the heat and dehydration, fainted.

Shiera held her right arm with a silent scream etched on her face. That wretch! She though. The pain was beyond anything she had ever sustained on her raids or training. He had snapped a nerve in the shoulder. The other two Gerudo, Taime and Kossa, were looking at the intruder's limp body. "He was tough", said Taime. Kossa looked back. "Are you ok, Shiera?" Shiera nodded, but tried to remain still. Taime came to her and helped her up. Kossa cut her eyes at them. "No, I won't be stuck with this!" She said. The other too looked at her curiously. Kossa pointed at the intruder. "I am not dragging this dead weight all the way back!" Shiera looked confused. "Leave him", she said. "We were sent to kill him anyway". Kossa shook her head, " but we can't now! Our rules say we spare anyone who displays a certain skill. I hate to say this, but between him killing more monsters than us or him snapping your shoulder out like a pea out of a pod, that rule applies." She looked at them bitterly, "you're not gonna help me are you?" They both grinned and shook their heads. Kossa cursed as she dragged the limp mass behind her to the gate.

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Jol was floating. He had been to this place before...a place of darkness with strange streaks of light. He would explore the dark mists that surrounded this place. He knew this place, and feared it. He knew this was the Plain of Nightmares, and he braced himself for the horrors to come. Suddenly a large wave of water sweeps everything away...

"Wake up!" A Gerudo shouted. Jol, now completely soaked, studied his surroundings. He was in a cell...and shackled. The Gerudo looked at him with...interest? She turned and left, leaving him alone in the dim lit cell. He was weak from dehydration and fatigue, too much so to even speak. HE tried digging deep into his head. What do you know about these...Gerudo, he asked himself. I don't remember, he answered back. Suddenly, he knew a word. A strange word, but a word that he felt would save him. "En-en-en", he cleared his throat, a lost memory now rising to the surface. "oh Ennugiel, the Dreaded Blade of the Abyss, return to me!" He stared at his hands in bewilderment. WHAT DID I JUST SAY????? He screamed in his head. Then...the blade came. He looked at the 5 foot dark somwehat transparent blade, so deep and dark it seemed to suck even his thoughts into it. It was about to suck away his soul, wen t suddenly stopped. He was thinking about freedom, and the sword responded. The shackles suddenly crumbled as well as the bars to the cell. He was also weak, but just thinking this made the sword pulse. With each pulse, Jol got stronger and had enough energy to escape. As he left the room, Nabooru appeared where he was imprisoned. "Hmmph, not even a thank you. Memories like that Aren't easy to recover. Eh, no matter. He's gonna repay his debt, I'm sure. Just save these lands for me", she laughed a sad laugh and dissappeared.

As he snuck through the halls of what seemed like a gigantic colossus, he realized his sword was getting easier and easier to carry. "Strange", he said. And he had not met any guards yet. Something was wrong. He felt an evil wind blowing through the hall and suddenly felt the presence of evil behind him. He turned to see a figure completely obscured by a cloak of pure black. "Who are you", Jol asked. "My name is unknown to all, but you shall call me His Steward," the figure said. He looked at Ennugiel. "Quite a blade you have there. Where did you get it? A blade like that should not even exist," he held out his hand, "may I see it?" "I think you know my answer", Jol said. The figure laughed and the blade began to move towards him."A question only for formalities. Yes, this blade. With this, Hyrule would be mine in a matter of seconds. You have no right to wield this blade." Then, the sword did something incredible. It shone with a sinister glow before unleashing a wave of energy, catching the stranger int he chest and slamming him down the hall. The stranger did not get up, so Jol ran. He ran until he encountered a Gerudo Guard. "I saw what you did to him," she said. " If you're leaving this place, you need to find Nabuka. She has left for Hyrule, and you must do the same. I have to signal the alarm now, but I'll give you 5 minutes. Run!"