I am so sick of the cold. It is the first thing I feel when I get up in the morning, and the last stinging sensation to brush my skin at night.
It wasn't like this in the desert. It was brutally hot, the sun beating down on me every single day. Here, the winds are cool to the point of frigid.
To think I coveted this…this mess. What was I thinking? I suppose I should have stayed in Hyrule for longer than a day at a time, but I always had somewhere to be, some other kingdom to visit.
That was so long ago. Over two hundred years. Now I'm just the ghost that roams the castle. Even she won't look at me. She hates me, and I honestly don't blame her. I took everything from her…again.
I knew she was the same woman I met before being banished to the Sacred Realm. The beautiful, headstrong princess who wouldn't put up with my shit, no matter how many times I threatened her, her father, and her kingdom. Hell, she dressed as a boy to escape me, and succeeded in doing so…until one slip up on her part led me right to her.
This didn't hinder her brilliance, though. She stood defiant in that pink orb of magic, her blue eyes watching me carefully. I think she knew in the back of her mind that I could never hurt her, nor would I ever try. She meant too much to me. Something about her smile…even when she was only smiling for the Hero…it hypnotized me in a way that words cannot express.
She didn't let the other sages execute me like they wished. Instead she looked right at me upon my judgment, whispering so only I heard what she echoed. "You will come back, Ganondorf."
And then she was gone.
I was locked in the Chamber of the Sages for one hundred years before they came for me. With a blade that had no doubt been forged to banish evil they appeared. Even the one from my very own tribe. The betrayer. I hated her. I hated all of them, and I let it be known.
"You fools really think you can keep me here? I am the King of Evil!"
"Not for much longer, you're not," said the Sage of Shadow. How I wanted to kill them all, but my Triforce's power had waned in the years when my magic was weakened, my powers all but left me. The only thing holding me alive was my curse of immortality.
They chained me to a huge stone in the middle room of my tribe's temple, speaking of the judgment of the gods that lay before me. Fuck that, I thought. I would not die in chains like some crazed animal, but before I could shout one single spell, the Sages plunged the sword into my abdomen.
Pain I had only felt in nightmares shot through me, and I knew I would be dead soon. My eyes closed and I slumped forward, the bondages around my wrist still holding me in an upright position. But then something happened. Her voice echoed in my mind, just as it had in the chamber a century earlier.
"You will come back."
With newfound strength I did not know existed, the mark of the gods on my hand lit up, and I awakened. I gritted my teeth, pulling with all of my strength until the manacles around my wrists shattered like bits of glass. Insanity was growing inside of me, the need to destroy that which confined me was like alcohol on my lips.
I charged forward, knocking the ghostly Sage of Water out of existence, the blade still wedged between my ribs. The pain was nearly unbearable, but I still managed to free myself. They could not kill me.
Suddenly, though, I felt myself being sucked into a vacuum, a vortex to another dimension. It was then I fell, becoming a haunted spirit. I had no body, no soul, and for the most part, I did not exist. Only upon taking my demon's true form could I return to the world of light, as decreed by my Goddess, Din.
And here I am, trapped in this hideous form. I cannot even touch the woman I desperately want to hold in my arms, because these arms don't even belong to me. They are that of a monster.
Nothing is worse than feeling like a helpless, wounded animal, but that is what I am. And I cannot escape it until the Twilight is lifted.
All I can do is stare at her.
It frightens her. I hate that most of all. She was not to fear me; she was to be by my side. But she is not. Instead, she is wandering the corridors, looking for an escape. And again, I do not blame her.
I just wish this infernal Twilight would go away.
I want my body back. I want to hold her more than anything. I'll be damned if I'll let anything stand in my way. Tonight I shall appeal to the gods. Tonight, I will get my humanity back.