Author's Note:

So I'm trying to connect to my characters for my story, and I thought that I should probably get to know Ganondorf a little better before I start really getting into the main story. Enjoy!

(and I've edited it - for some reason it skipped over some parts I'd written...yah, I dunno, but it's fixed now!)

It's dark.

Light...

By the Winds...

I've forgotten.

The King stared at nothing, held by nothing. Everything was nothing. Black was everything...except...

This feeling. It was a familiar one, as familiar as a mother's hand.

(Did he even have a mother?)

But this feeling made him small. It made him feel weak; helpless like an infant. He felt like a child. He felt like a child in a dark place, fighting off monsters and demons and anything his imagination could conjure — except he could not tell if these things came from himself, or...elsewhere.

He felt pain, a small, sharp pain in his chest, as if in the place of his heart an empty black hole had settled there, pulling, dragging his body in and trying to concave in on itself.

He could not trust his own body in this dark.

Another childish feeling settled over him in an icy, choking mist. One of abandonment. His gods had neglected him. Yes, he remembered them, at least, but those memories... They couldn't really be his, could they? Too...distant. Too vague, but distinct. The pain they caused felt real enough, at least.

A woman's face suddenly appeared; it drifted along the hems of memory, a hazing image like the lights and colors that danced beneath your eyelids after looking at the sun. She resembled the star in a way... Radiant, beautiful, and blinding. He could barely look directly at this lithe figure.

Hylia The name came with a soft hiss out of the darkness.

Ah, his tormentor. His warden.

The goddess looked back at him, long strands of golden hair flowing in a lazy breeze, and silken dress billowing out behind her like liquid pearls. Her eyes glared like cold diamonds; the open sky staring back at him, devoid of any feeling. It looked so unnatural, this coldness in them.

It was odd, but he began to see flaws in this sublime deity. The edges of her hem were tattered and black with smoke, her face was covered in ash, and a small trail of blood, goldish red like the setting sun, ran from the corners of her lips. She carried herself unsteadily and took in short breaths as if exhausted. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen that before...

The goddess lifted a short sword skyward, and he had to shield his eyes from the glaring light that shot forth like a beam.

"DEMISE!" She shouted. It was as if someone had dropped into a pool of ice. His limbs froze and the air abandoned him in a gasp. If he could move, he would be trembling. Her eyes blazed through him with murderous intent. "For your crimes against this world, for your blasphemy against the gods, and for your sacrilege," she spat, her voice like beautiful, silver knives ripping away at his very essence. "I sentence you to your kingdom." She opened those soft, pink lips in a deep breath, and he could have sworn, for a second, a silent, desperate plea soften those diamonds.

He couldn't breathe, let alone speak. This wasn't right. She was mistaken! He never...all he wanted... Then the diamonds hardened into something that defied the very likes of reality. It was something more than hatred, more than simple vengeance. He didn't think a look like that had a name.

"I DELIVER YOU TO HELL!"

NO! He wanted to scream, but it was too late. He felt the darkness, the black that had lurked around the edges of his vision, rain down upon him in an endless wave of ebony. He couldn't even scream as it crashed into him, and dragged him down, down, down...

Author's Note:

I'm not sure if I want to continue this or not, but I've got some more ideas... it's going to be iffy, anyways. Feel free to leave a comment!