My name is Ganon, Mandrag
Ganon. Those who know me call me "Ganon of the Enchanted
Thieves." That is the meaning of my name. You see, it was
not always this way. Once, so very long ago, I was known as
Ganondorf Dragmire. An elf, that is what I was. I was one
of the Hylians that were dispised, because of my heritage. We
were known as the Gerudo tribe. Some how we became outcasts, but
that wasn't the reason why I turned against my fellow elfkind. I
remember those days when Ganondorf Dragmire was seen as the goodly
prince of the Gerudo, noble of elves. That was so long ago.
His story folds with mine when he was but yet in his early twenties,
but it started before that.
Please do not think that I am a fool. You see, Mandrag Ganon, and Ganondorf Dragmire are one and the same. Yet, there is one significant difference. One was born a noble prince, a true royal figure among his people. The other was molded from the former with one soul purpose: to extract his revenge on the one who kept him from achieving what he wanted most. That man didn't live to see it, so the orc that I am decided what was needed to be done, the lineage would suffer. If he couldn't have his revenge on the one, he would have it on them all. This is the story of my life, Ganondorf Dragmire.
Please do not think that I am a fool. You see, Mandrag Ganon, and Ganondorf Dragmire are one and the same. Yet, there is one significant difference. One was born a noble prince, a true royal figure among his people. The other was molded from the former with one soul purpose: to extract his revenge on the one who kept him from achieving what he wanted most. That man didn't live to see it, so the orc that I am decided what was needed to be done, the lineage would suffer. If he couldn't have his revenge on the one, he would have it on them all. This is the story of my life, Ganondorf Dragmire.