Just a quick one-shot I thought of the night before typing this. Oh, and I don't own The Legend of Zelda or associated characters.
I wait in the darkness, and chip away the stone.
It's not easy, but when it is complete, I will be free to have my revenge on the descendents of those who defeated me. Three times I have been locked away here: twice by the boy who picked up the Four Sword without knowing how to control its power, and once by the fool Ezlo and the kid who enchanted that curséd blade to destroy me. But I am learning from my mistakes, and will try again when I am finally released.
For now, I plot in solitude and chip away the stone.
Those who sealed me away have twice made a crucial mistake in believing the blade alone would hold me. True, even at full power I cannot so much as scratch the Four Sword. However, when the cork is too tight, one can still break open the bottle. There is little that the wind can do against the earth, but I keep going. Every little bit is added to its predecessors, and they will one day equal a large amount indeed. When that day comes, I will cast the blade to the four winds, and rise from the pit to rule the world again.
But until then, I labour in the darkness to chip away the stone.
Quick note: I might re-write this as a song-fic later. If I do, that version will be put up as another chapter of this story despite the fact that it is labelled Complete.