Training

I see I've caught your interest. Let's get a few more basic questions out of the way, shall we?

Age: I lost count hundreds of years ago...

Eye color: Yellow

Hair color: Red, like fire.

Favorite color: Red/Black

Favorite drink: The blood of my enemy. Actually, wine.

Favorite food: Smoked cucco.

Hobbies: Oh, come on. You could guess at this one! Archery, fighting (and killing) Link and Zelda, but mostly spending time (especially the intimate kind) with Ganondorf.

Remember how I mentioned Ganondorf and I had interactions before the incident with Nabooru? And, if you've been paying attention, you'll recall he and I are the same age. We practically grew up together, except we were worlds apart.

He sat behind desks, being lectured, his nose in books, and being molded into the perfect king. Let's face it, he is, right? He was expected to learn all of Hyrule's history, starting back with the land in the sky. I wonder how much he just sat there with his mind wandering, or how many times he lectured his teacher because the way history was written was wrong. The man is quite wise, so I would not be surprised that, with a little encouragement, he remembered everything before Demise was slain by the first hero of Hylia.

Keep in mind, this was in addition to learning all of the basic Gerudo skills: thieving, archery, and sword play. And he has an additional skill: dark magic. He was under a lot of pressure, and mistakes were not acceptable. His teachers expected nothing short of perfection. His training was conducted separately from ours, but most of us snuck in and took front row seats anyway. A handful of us were all intrigued by him, whether it was because of his magic, his evil nature, or his appearance. However, most of us didn't really know him, so we figured he was just a stuck up king.

I would never say that his childhood was any less difficult than mine, his challenges were just different.

Haha. Me? I was thrust into training the day I was old enough. I slept in less than desirable conditions. It's a surprise I never died of hypothermia. Everyone doubted me. I was kicked when I was already down. My archery teacher hated me, and I took to training myself. I learned to conquer my fears. The sword's master was one woman who never quit on me though, until the day I made her yield in battle. Why did everyone treat me this way? Well, it was actually pretty normal, because in our society only the toughest survived. I learned quickly that if I wanted to get to the top where I belonged, I was just going to have to piss everyone off, so I did. When they challenged me, I didn't just defeat them, I obliterated them.

When I said I earned my title, I meant it. I made sure I was feared, and that I excelled, so that I could be noticed. Hehe. It worked!

He learned in classrooms, I learned through suffering and torture.