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The lightning streaked downwards in the distance, accompanied by the echoing boom of a thunderclap. I'm on my raw knees, bleeding, beaten...held down by the pure force of wisdom emanating from the hands of Princess Zelda. The kid in green brandishes his sword...the MASTER sword...he runs up and stares me in the face...he can see my terror. This isn't real. It CAN'T be real. The kid in green bellows a cry of victory as he draws back his sword...slashes at me. I can feel the leathery skin of my mutant face split...and it hurts...it hurts like anything. The pain tears into me...unrelenting...it's the kind of pain that would make me cry, if I was weak enough to do such a thing. Blood drops from my red-soaked face onto the ground for me to see...and the horror dawns upon me...this IS real. I've lost...lost it all...in the distance I can hear the princess...yelling...no, calling...
"Six sages...NOW!" No...it can't be...I use the very last of my strength to push myself onto my feet...and I scream...scream as if it will make any difference. I scream for all to hear. I am dethroned, defeated, but I'm not going to go quietly. No chance. I will let Zelda, the sages, Link, carry my screams of pain to their grave. As the streaks of light envelop me...I can hear an old man's slow, steady chanting voice...contrasted by a Kokiri girl's higher pitch...they're all chanting the same thing. They're sealing me in the sacred realm.
"Don't do this to me...don't DO THIS TO ME!"
Ganondorf's eyes opened wide, and were clenched shut just as quickly as they intense light burnt into them. The memory had come back to haunt him...as it had done so many times before...his brow was covered with droplets of sweat, and his fists released their compulsive grip as he settled down. Well, settle down as well as he could. His dark power would never have a place in a world so bright...a place, it seemed, that was teeming with life all on it's own...teeming with power, teeming with wisdom, teeming with courage. Ganondorf felt none. All he felt was the light paining his clenched eyes...burning at them with truth...blinding him with truth. Ganondorf's lips moved painfully and slowly, with a certain dark presence even in a place of such light. His deep guttural voice echoed around the imaginary walls of this sacred realm.
"Someday..." he recited the words he had bellowed at those who had trapped him here, but with a colder, softer tone. "Someday...when this seal is broken..." Ganondorf licked his dry lips and continued. "That...is when...I shall exterminate your descendants..." Ganondorf opened his eyes, inviting the light...giving them a certain unnatural gleam. "As long as...the triforce...of power...is in my hand..." Ganondorf's lips curved into a painful grin. "As long as it's in my hand...in my hand..." Ganondorf opened his mouth and let out an echoing, thunderous laugh...filled with such hatred...such evil...and a new sense of hope. "I'm going to escape," he laughed to himself, before bringing down his tone once again into the guttural murmur. "Escape..." he repeated with relish.
The lightning streaked downwards in the distance, accompanied by the echoing boom of a thunderclap. I'm on my raw knees, bleeding, beaten...held down by the pure force of wisdom emanating from the hands of Princess Zelda. The kid in green brandishes his sword...the MASTER sword...he runs up and stares me in the face...he can see my terror. This isn't real. It CAN'T be real. The kid in green bellows a cry of victory as he draws back his sword...slashes at me. I can feel the leathery skin of my mutant face split...and it hurts...it hurts like anything. The pain tears into me...unrelenting...it's the kind of pain that would make me cry, if I was weak enough to do such a thing. Blood drops from my red-soaked face onto the ground for me to see...and the horror dawns upon me...this IS real. I've lost...lost it all...in the distance I can hear the princess...yelling...no, calling...
"Six sages...NOW!" No...it can't be...I use the very last of my strength to push myself onto my feet...and I scream...scream as if it will make any difference. I scream for all to hear. I am dethroned, defeated, but I'm not going to go quietly. No chance. I will let Zelda, the sages, Link, carry my screams of pain to their grave. As the streaks of light envelop me...I can hear an old man's slow, steady chanting voice...contrasted by a Kokiri girl's higher pitch...they're all chanting the same thing. They're sealing me in the sacred realm.
"Don't do this to me...don't DO THIS TO ME!"
Ganondorf's eyes opened wide, and were clenched shut just as quickly as they intense light burnt into them. The memory had come back to haunt him...as it had done so many times before...his brow was covered with droplets of sweat, and his fists released their compulsive grip as he settled down. Well, settle down as well as he could. His dark power would never have a place in a world so bright...a place, it seemed, that was teeming with life all on it's own...teeming with power, teeming with wisdom, teeming with courage. Ganondorf felt none. All he felt was the light paining his clenched eyes...burning at them with truth...blinding him with truth. Ganondorf's lips moved painfully and slowly, with a certain dark presence even in a place of such light. His deep guttural voice echoed around the imaginary walls of this sacred realm.
"Someday..." he recited the words he had bellowed at those who had trapped him here, but with a colder, softer tone. "Someday...when this seal is broken..." Ganondorf licked his dry lips and continued. "That...is when...I shall exterminate your descendants..." Ganondorf opened his eyes, inviting the light...giving them a certain unnatural gleam. "As long as...the triforce...of power...is in my hand..." Ganondorf's lips curved into a painful grin. "As long as it's in my hand...in my hand..." Ganondorf opened his mouth and let out an echoing, thunderous laugh...filled with such hatred...such evil...and a new sense of hope. "I'm going to escape," he laughed to himself, before bringing down his tone once again into the guttural murmur. "Escape..." he repeated with relish.