Only attempt at fan fiction

Today's post is old writing, and is my only attempts at fan fiction. This was written during a time where I was transitioning from role-playing with a friend to writing down my own stories.

The sky was dark, the sun hidden away by storm clouds. A pale-skinned teenager sat on a rock under a tree, his long lavender hair tied back into a ponytail. “Is it done?” He asked, seemingly to the emptiness around him.

“The Hero shouldn't be bothering any of us now.” A deep voice replied as a man materialized just a few feet away. The teenager held back a sigh at this surprising news. At long last, Link, the Hero of Time, was gone. Or so it seemed.

“You are certain he is dead?” The boy asked, turning his burgundy eyes to the gerudo. His red hair was cut short and held back by the crown of Hyrule. His golden-yellow eyes narrowed at the question. “He is dead. As is that infuriating princess.” The boy noticed that the King of Darkness seemed to be distracted by something. “If you've killed them, then why do I get the feeling you still think something is out there?” The boy asked, standing. The gerudo frowned at the boy, obviously disapproving of his bluntness to the new King of Hyrule. “I failed to retrieved the other pieces of the Triforce. The princess somehow sent both her piece and the Hero's away before I killed her.” He smiled wickedly, a cold expression that would strike fear in the hearts of peasants. “The Hero wasn't nearly as difficult to defeat without the Triforce of Courage. Just a farm boy with a magic sword.” The man spat, his loathing plainly revealed through his eyes. “Now, Ganondorf, just think for a moment.” The boy sighed, shaking his head. “You've won. The Hero of Time and Princess of Destiny have been killed, the sages are either dead, imprisoned, or enchanted. Dark has eliminated the rebellion, while the traitors are enforcing your law.” The boy smiled, waving a hand at the field and the surrounding area. “The zoras are cowering in their domain until negotiations begin, the gorons have been imprisoned in death mountain, and the kokiri have hidden themselves in the Lost Woods.” Ganondorf looked thoughtful as he scanned the horizon. Death Mountain had an ugly ring of dark red smoke at it's peak, while the Lost Woods seemed to be covered in a thick white fog. Lon Lon Ranch was under the management of Gorman, with the former owner working as a stable hand.

Everything had gone according to plan, and Hyrule had been conquered.