Note- This is my first attempt at a 'legend', or folktale, so please bear with me! :-)

"...Hail Selene, white-armed Queen of the sky with flowing hair"

Hymn to Moon Goddess- Homeric Hymn


A long time ago, in the desert there lived a branch of our people called the Jackal Breed. They were Gerudo, of course, but they shunned the modern world. They lived the nomad life of our ancestors, roaming the Wasteland. It was rumored they even went as far as the Western Hyrulian Sea. who knows for sure... Now, among these people lived a woman named Ayesha-which means fortunate. But in child bearing, she was most unlucky. All females her age had at least one or two children. Ayesha had none, and she began to feel like less of a woman because of it. Every two or three months, she'd make her way to Hyrule Town or Kakariko Village. Ayesha was beautiful-as are all our females-and she had no problems finding mates amoung the Hylian and Sheikah men there. Ayesha would stay with them for awhile, then disappear back into the desert. But no seed would take root in her womb. Ayesha began to worry that she was as barren as the Wasteland. Of the three Ways we have- Thief, Warrior, Artisan- Ayesha was a warrior. Many invaders fell to the blows of her mace, or to the bite of her arrows. As time went on, her child-yearning deepend. She became depressed and battle no longer excited her. She could hardly summon the will to even lift a weapon. Her sister's lost patience with her, refusing to listen to Ayesha's mournful talk. Soon she became lonely and wandered off into the Wasteland. Alone, and without hardly any provisions or water. After several days she came to the Colossus. Ayesha climbed up it to watch the sky. The moon was a bright sliver of white, it's light painted the desert sand gold. This sight cheered Ayesha. The moon looked so friendly, like a smile in the sky. Ayesha talked to the moon, she told it her problems and how badly she wanted a child of her own. In the Blessed Land, great Farore-the Creatress of Life-was listening. She knew Ayesha had a good spirit, so she talked to her through the moon. At first Ayesha thought she was going mad, hearing the moon talk. But Farore reassured her, and told her everything was going to be alright. In fact, Ayesha's dearest dream was about to come true. A ray of pure silver moonlight fell upon Ayesha, and through Farore's awesome magic, she was gifted with a child. As the moon waxed full and round, so did Ayesha. Soon her child was born. Something was wrong though. When the baby was born, the mid-wives were silent as if afraid to speak. Fearing the worst, Ayesha asked for her baby, but the mid-wives told her that it was better if she didn't see her. They didn't think she would live. Ayesha believed in the grace of Farore, so she asked for her daughter again. When she was handed to Ayesha, it was obvious what was wrong. The girl child's skin and hair were as white as the recieving blanket she was wrapped in. As white as the moon. Her hazy eyes were red. Ayesha just laughed. Of course the girl would live. Her strange albino coloring was just the mark of Farore's favor. In honor of her moonlit conception, Ayesha named her daughter Candra-which of course means moon. Growing up, Candra's main problem was sunlight. The desert is harsh on naturally dark Gerudo skin, so imagine what it was like for her. Ayesha was constantly making herbal poltices to protect Candra from sun burn. Eventually, Candra became nocturnal. She had a natural connection with the moon, so she really didn't miss the day. The other children were not sure what to make of her. Some called her freak, some ignored her completely. Ayesha worried that her daughter was missing out on a normal life, but when asked, Candra said she was happy. The moon spoke to her, Candra said. It taught her things. About the stars and the tide and the magic all women posess. As she grew older, the moon revealed more. Soon Candra could call upon the rain, and make the night scented moon-flowers bloom in the desert. Her touch could heal flesh and earth. Because of her powers, she was seen as holy. Many people, even Hylians, Sheikahs and the rest would beg an audience with her. Outside of the desert, things were not good. Civil Wars pitted race against race. Each believing the other had something more, something they didn't deserve. By and by, the Hylians prepared a march on Gerudo Valley. The Hylian soldiers had been specially trained and equipt to withstand the desert. They used the old Eastern pass and began their descent on the valley, We are Hyrule's finest warrior's, the bearers of Farore's wrath. But we are few, not even a quarter of the Hylian population. There were to many to fight standing on our ground. At this time, our future king was yet a babe and many other children made up our number. To protect them, the Elders took them to the Colussus. And the young and strong prepared for battle. Watching this, Candra began to think hard, She was not Thief, Warrior or Artisan, but a little of each and more. Ideas came quickly to her. Within an hour she had a plan, she wasn't sure if it was a good one, but it was better then dying. In the morning, under Candra's direction, a small band of Gerudo warriors, maybe 20 or so, moved West. Toward the sea. They were a days march ahead of the Hylian army, Baiting them, leading them away from the rest of the Gerudo. The Hylians were closing ranks. In a weeks time, they reached the Western Sea. They devided their small number along the shore and waited. By this time, Candra was badly sun burned, her white skin was raw and peeling. Her eyes were nearly blinded by the sunlight. Ayesha was was at her daughter's side constantly, but it was clear Candra could not last much longer. As night fell, the tide came in low. The Gerudo positioned themselves along the beach and waited. The moon rose and the Hylians came charging down upon them, torches held aloft. Arrows sang through the air, battle cries were shouted and Candra gave the signal for her comrades to move. On their faster and lighter desert horses, the Gerudo warriors scattered past the confused Hylians, leaving Candra alone on the beach. She raised her arms to the moon and The sea obeyed her. The tide swelled up furiously. It engulfed the shore and wave after wave swept away the Hylian army. Each wave came in larger than the last, until there was no one left on the beach except for the Gerudo. Then the water receded calmly, leaving behind bits of armor instead of sea shells. Ayesha ran up and down the beach calling for Candra. All of the Gerudo women took up the call, searching for the albino girl. After awhile, it became clear that the search was hopeless. Ayesha dropped to the wet sand, broken hearted by the loss of her daughter. It seemed that Candra had been taken with the Hylians to lie in the sea. The victory was forgotten the next day as the remainders of the Gerudo company marched back to the fortress. Ayesha was disconsolate. Life came back to normal at the fortress. The Hylians pressed no further attack. Candra was mourned formally and her memory was given a place of honor in the Spirit Temple. Ayesha grieved deeply. Every full moon she'd sit outside, remembering her daughter. One night she saw someone coming across the desert. The figure seemed familiar, and when Ayesha looked closer, she saw that it was Candra. She had survived the sea and the desert. It was the moon that guided her home. There was a wonderful celebration then, for both the triumph over the Hylians and Candra's return. Ayesha was speechless, all she could do was hold her child tight and cry for joy. The daughter she at one time despaired of ever having, had come home to her. Candra lived a long life full of miracles. Eventually she became the first wife of one of our greatest kings-Ammon Dragmire(great great great grandfather of Ganondorf, but Ammon was a good man)and had several children. All were amber eyed and as dark as deku berries. So that is the story of Candra-the Moon Child. Our blessed ancestress, may we never forget her tale, or the bond between mother and daughter. That is what holds us together as Gerudo...