Long ago, long before Men, Beasts, or Creatures, there was once a land called Hyrule. It was a chaotic void, absent of life, knowledge, or light. Into this void descended the three golden goddesses. Din, with her strong flaming arms, carved the landscape and gave it substance. Naryu, with her abundant knowledge, gave the land the natural laws, calming the chaos of disorder. And Farore, with her rich soul, created life in the form of plants and beasts to uphold the laws. The three goddesses, their work completed, journeyed for the heavens. As they parted from the world, far above Hyrule, the sheer power of their departure created the Triforce…
He waited.
In the infinite depths of darkness, in the abysmal silence of a forgotten void, he waited. Too long had he waited, waiting, continued to wait for a sensation, a perceptual feeling.
For freedom.
He waited in ethereal nothingness, patiently counting the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days, the years, the everlasting centuries. He waited in mental isolation, trapped with only his will to escape and his infuriating memories; memories of rebirth, memories of power, memories of conquest.
Memories of defeat.
He waited in anger, in a hatred so pure and undefiled that his entire existence was fueled by it. Fueled by visions of reparation, of requital, of retribution.
Of revenge.
He waited, waiting for another chance to defy the gods and humans that had cursed his existence and denied his attempts to quench his thirst for dominion and destruction. He waited, knowing that his freedom would soon come, and that his wrath would once again scourge the land of the living, and that all would tremble at the mention of his name.
Ganon waited.
