The Forgotten Race

Volume 1

Chapter 1: The Woman of Sand

1

This was it. This was the perfect moment to strike.

The woman sitting on her throne smiled. It was finally time to come out of the shadows after being forgotten for so long, she didn't think it would be possible for her small army to influence the likes of those barbaric scoundrels, the Bulblins.

It was easy to persuade them. All she had to do was fill their minds with promises she had no intentions of keeping. The Bulblins were stupid in many ways. They followed whoever showed the most power. She didn't have much hope for controlling the green skinned beasts since her family were in the minority quantity-wise due to the unjust actions by the the king of Hyrule all those years ago. But if she was going to extract her vengeance on Hyrule, she needed backup.

"I want you Bulblins to make some noise in Gerudo Desert. First, attract the attention of the Hyrulean Army, then I want you to defeat them to show them that you cannot be taken lightly. Do your nonexistent brains understand that?" The woman placed her hand on her hip.

The Bulblins all murmured in agreement. Except one.

"Milady, we already pledged our allegiance to Hyrule, and besides—the Hero of Twilight will defeat us regardless— "A spear was thrown and landed in the Bulblin's head. He dropped to floor a second afterward.

The woman picked up another spear and spun it around. A smile creeped onto her face. "That's right… I forgot to mention one little rule. Anyone who dares to defy me, will be disposed of right on the spot. Now," She looked at the spear, chuckling. "is there anyone else who would like to say anything?"

The Bulblins remained silent.

2

Is it Link or has herding goats become a little boring? It wasn't bad, by all means, herding goats had always put him in a relaxed state of mind. But now it didn't have the same effect.

He couldn't blame himself. After killing the Bulblins and other disgusting creatures, it's obvious he wouldn't find enjoyment in the simple things anymore. Sometimes, Link enjoyed the rush he got from killing them. On nights when Link was traveling to the other side of Hyrule during the Twilight Invasion, he killed some of those creatures for fun. Sure, he felt guilty afterwards but the feeling was so satisfying.

Link closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Everything was normal again. There was nothing to be worried about anymore. All he wanted to do was to listen to the birds singing their songs of spring. It didn't take long for his thoughts to be disrupted when he heard the patter of grass footsteps coming up from behind him.

"Link! Do ya want me to take it from here? It's time for your break."

It was Fado.

Link turned around and he grinned. "Sure Fado, thank you for taking over." He patted Fado on his shoulder, and began to walk back to Ordon Village.

Midna.

Midna was all Link could think about at times. It was a bit devastating for a few days knowing she was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it. He loved her. They fought together, they talked together, they were inseparable during the Invasion.

He loved her and there was nothing he could do about it

Although Link did understand why Midna destroyed the Mirror of Twilight. It was the only way to prevent another Invasion from happening. She did what she did for the sake of Hyrule, for the sake of Zelda—for the sake of him.

He could never love anyone like he loved Midna. Was he even capable of loving again?

The village was bustling with activity. It has been three months since the Twilight Invasion and the people of Ordon were still celebrating Link's victory. He didn't mind the noise though. It distracted him from his thoughts.

Link took a seat on one of the benches in the village, and took out a small carton of pumpkin soup which Colin gave to him. The boy was growing up. He was already being taught how to cook food if he's ever in the wilderness.

He chugged down the soup, and breathed out a sigh. How Colin made this soup so good was a mystery to Link.

Looking ahead of him, Link saw Ilia coming towards him. She smiled at him, and Link smiled back.

She sat next to him. "Hi," Looked at Link, she said, "how was work at the ranch?"

"Hello Ilia. The work was fine. Fado took over for me since it's my lunchtime. Although knowing Fado, I better get back to work soon, because then I'll have to search all of Ordon for a missing goat." They both laughed at the thought.

"Yes, I know. When I came back to Ordon after recovering my memories, you could never had imagined all the trouble Fado was going through while you were gone. My father even had to help out which…wasn't a very pretty sight." Ilia slumped her shoulder, and the grin faded from her face.

Link furrowed his brows. "Why?" He asked.

"Why what?"

"Why wasn't it a pretty sight?"

"Oh, it's not important. My father just came back every day from the ranch in pain. He was complaining about his back hurting, his feet hurting. I never saw my father in my entire life complain about a pain he had. It was shocking to see,"

She looked at Link and smiled, "although I'm glad you're back to help Fado. I'm sure he greatly appreciates it."

3

Princess Zelda tapped her fingers against the table. This was the strangest council meeting in her entire life. Most of the time, the councilmen sprouted out problems in Hyrule like they were children who had a problem with everything. But today? Today was different. Everyone was stumbling on their words, and weren't getting to the point.

She stopped tapping her fingers, curled her hand into a fist, and slammed it against the table. The booming sound got everyone's attention.

"Now, don't think I cannot tell that there is something all of you are hiding from me. Either tell me what you have been stalling to say, or all of you will pay the consequences of your actions." Zelda said.

A councilman coughed, and said, "Your Highness, we feel very unsettled to report this to you but," he paused. "we have had some issues in Gerudo Desert. There seems to be a Bulblin takeover happening over there. Three of our soldiers were killed by them."

"How can that be? Didn't the Bulblins make a peace treaty with Hyrule not to wage war against us?" Zelda asked.

"Yes, and we could thank the Hero of Twilight for that, but we don't know what brought about this betrayal. I recommend you send out the army to Gerudo Desert to silence them before this becomes a bigger issue." The councilman said.

What in the world was happening? The Bulblins wouldn't break their treaty like if it was nothing. King Bulblin admired the Hero of Twilight, and vowed never to harm anyone in Hyrule again for as long as he lives. No, something bigger was going on. She just couldn't figure out what it was

"Yes, send out the army to Gerudo Desert. Tell the soldiers not to kill all the Bulblins. Tell them to kill just enough to make them stop this nonsense."

The councilman nodded, and Zelda dismissed the meeting. Although the Princess stayed in her chair, thinking about the issue.

Could this be another prophecy? Her nightmares have been starting again. But the dreams were different this time. They weren't of twilight or of the Demon King, Ganondorf. This time she saw a desert…and a woman made out of sand.

4

The room was lit up with four torches hanging parallel from each other on each side of the room. A feminine figure walked forward in the room, drawing closer and closer to a figure hanging down from the ceiling with rope tied around his entire body, and cloth stuffed in his mouth reducing him to nothing but a worthless leader who couldn't speak.

"My, my, what a horrible sight to see from the likes of King Bulblin. Untie the cloth from the King's mouth." The woman said to the guards who were keeping watch on King Bulblin. They obeyed the woman and cut the cloth loose from Bulblin's mouth using their spears.

She laughed at King Bulbin as he spat clotted up blood which had built up from when he was first beaten.

"Your Majesty," She bowed in mock, "It is such an honor to have you here today! You know, I've been feeling rather generous lately and you know what? I'm going to let you go free… only if you obey whatever I say." She said, while pacing around King Bulblin in circles.

"I will let you go only if once you're released, you challenge Hyrule and the Chosen Hero," She paused, "oh, and don't forget. I want the decapitated head of the Chosen Hero once you have killed him and bring me the hand which he wields his sword with. I want proof of his death." She tightened her fist, and clenched her teeth. She was itching to get out of the darkness, and show her power. But her patience must prevail. She had to show Hyrule the real meaning of fear, and she could not do that unless she planned a thought out strategy.

King Bulblin coughed and more blood spilled out from his mouth. He gargled out phlegm from the dryness of his throat and said, "I… will not challenge Hyrule after I swore to k-keep peace with the Kingdom." He struggled to get his words out. "Nothing you do o-or say will change my m-mind."

She felt her blood boil by the King's pathetic attempt of being loyal. "Silence!" She yelled and ran up to King Bulblin, landing a punch on his cheek. He screamed in pain and fangs fell out of his mouth, along with some blood.

The woman grabbed King Bulblin's chin and forced him to look into her eyes. "You will obey every single command that I give you!" She let go of King Bulblin and paced around the room.

"Just for disrespecting me like that, I won't let you go until I feel it is the right time. No… I will lure the Hyrulean Army to Gerudo Desert using your Bulblins to see what the Army is capable of. Then, I will let you annihilate those stupid soldiers." She said.

The woman signaled the guards to tie the cloths back onto King Bulblin's mouth.

Before the guards tied the cloth, he asked in a whisper, "Who… are you…?"

The woman walked away from the room and said, "Va Shék Müs sovit. Do not forget that, King Bulblin."

Author's Note: Hello, everybody! I'm sorry for the long absence of my story but I've learned a lot about the craft of writing the past year. I've learned about story structure, how to write the stories properly, and how to punctuate properly, With all the knowledge I have now, I've decided I will rewrite this story, following a the basic three act structure. Reviews are much appreciated. You are the ones who keep me going!

Special thanks to: Nina-Kristen Johnson