He remembered it vaguely as he awoke. Being slain by the cursed Princess' Champion. He had poured every ounce of power he had into that fight, so much so, that he had given up on the gift of reincarnation bestowed upon him by the Triforce. But alas, he had failed. And now, he was stripped of his power, and thrown down to Hyrule. But when he hit the ground, the dry, sandy, ground of the desert, he could only think of what a mistake, they made sending him back here, exactly where he wanted to be. He clenched his fist. He would soon gather enough power to get the triforce bac-

His fist. It had returned to the fist of a man for which he had not seen in thousands of years. The gods would pay for this he thought to himself. He would get the triforce, and destroy them. But first he would need his army. And he knew exactly, where to find it.