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Ganondorf x Warrior! Reader - A memory of the past by CooperKid248, literature

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Ganondorf x Warrior! Reader - A memory of the past

1. “We’ll take this route behind the castle grounds and ambush the place. The princess will probably be in the highest tower of that place. While we’re at it, we could kill that evil spirited demon king once and for all.” You clung to the ceiling as the guard captain attempted to make a plan. Once again, Princess Zelda had been captured by the evil Ganondorf. You heard stories, but you didn't believe them. Why should you? People were afraid of going against him. Except for the Legendary Hero Link. When he first faced Ganondorf, he was still only 10 years old. If a little kid like him wasn't afraid to face a ̶

Hyrule Warriors X-Reader: Ganondorf by Majorfreakingcupcake, literature

Literature

Hyrule Warriors X-Reader: Ganondorf

You suspected once, long ago, that being captured would be the worst thing to ever happen to you. You suspected that day that it was the only way to make your day worse. The war had supposedly come to a close not long ago, this you knew. This however, didn’t change the fact that said war had left your family’s business all but bankrupt. Your family ran a small general goods store in Hyrule, and when the war came getting supplies for your store became significantly harder. Food was rationed, some of your supplies were re-routed in a surplus to the effort, and you’d be damned by the goddess if yo

Everlasting Legacy - Zero by Alexander-Brandt, literature

Literature

Everlasting Legacy - Zero

His hair is like my father's, wavy, blond, blowing about carelessly in the wind. He smiles like my father, hugged like my father. And when he opens his eyes, they shine with a vivid blue—just like my father's. As they said, he was the same. Everything passed from one generation to the next. Except for me. I hold the boy close, gently pressing him to my breast. My feet struggle down the steep hillside without the use of my hands. Ordon Village lay below us. My deepest regret is that I cannot raise him, cannot nurture him as my parents would have wanted, remain as a mother, and teach him all that the Hero of Time would have wanted. Now