But as with all things powerful, there was something amiss. 100 years after the Sage's seal was cast, their descendants began to disappear, and a mysterious man from the desert emerges to show his role….
Yes…. Gannondorf mused. It is a good plan…but it was just like the last 7 or 8 that I have already failed at! He brooded. He decided that maybe he would hire an advice cabinet. Copious underlings were nice, but there was no intelligence, just "Yes, massssster!", or "No, massssster!", or "Are you certain that you can put that elephant there, masssssster?". Oh, how he hated that lisp that all underlings had who were capable of speech. That was about all the intelligence that factotums were able to perform, unless they were backstabbers. Those were the ones you had to watch out for. He hadn't had many of those; they were usually crushed by random quicksand pits he could summon out of nowhere.
He sighed. A great heaving sigh. Every time he took these Scions of the Sages, some Hero of Time would always step up and rescue them, usually maiming him in the process. That was Gannondorf's least favorite part. Even though he was an evil megalomaniac bent on making all creatures of Hyrule his slaves, did not mean that he was not human. Ok, so he wasn't all human, but still, he deserved to be treated as a person! Oh, how his blood boiled when he thought of the Hero of Time.
He contemplated. Now he had learned his lesson. He decided to go ahead, and mix things up a bit. He laughed. Not manically, but a sort of deep chuckle in his throat. It was evil sounding, though.
He threw on his cape and departed. Now was the time to put his new plan into play. To Link he went.