If this is your first time reading this story- feel free to disregard my little note here. In fact, you can COMPLETELY ignore it. But for those previous readers- I am doing a terrible, terrible, terrible thing to you, and I am very sorry for that.
So very sorry.
Really- its crazy.
But my story needs this, I now realize, so please find it in your heart to forgive me. I'm rather new to the long, plotty (... uhh, plot-y, sorry) tales of epic proportions, and so I missed out on a prequel which should have been my first priority. At least this'll give you a devious leer into where the heck I'm taking this crazy train.
Cold in their lifeless glare, his eyes stung bitterly at the sight before him. And around him. Behind him, below him, above him- everywhere. The room was too pallid to even breathe in.
Not that he could breathe, anyway.
He could hear nothing, see nothing, and sense nothing of the outside world. He simply kneeled, perpetually frozen in that blinding white void. He was nothing, and this room served a constant reminder to that, which it seemed to take a silent pleasure in.
But- he could still think. He could still feel.
Though there was no proper life left in him, he could still consider that cursed green hero while his own unmovable body suffered the throes of hatred attempting to consume it. He could feel that angry fire burn within, yet he could do nothing. On his hefty shoulders lay the scornful, ever-present weight of the goddess' deride; they kept him there, a prisoner to the light. His sole relief from this confinement was to let his wicked, vicarious desires blot them out- even if only in the realm of his mind and memory.
Only now with all the time in the world to think back on it could he fully remember his last conscious moment.
It was the moment that hindrance of a sword had been driven through his chest as the land of Hyrule fell silent. The moment the hero's wild eyes calmed in a stark stillness. The moment the princess' eyes fell away from him. The moment his last laugh rang out empty.
The one moment that changed everything.
At least the Twilight realm had been tolerable; it was the realm of shadow and dark, after all. But this! This drawn, foul white- every fiber of it was despicable! It was his strongest hate among the many he housed with kindled fervor.
Yes.
He would blot the light out and take what belonged to him, retuning Hyrule to an empire of oblivious fear. He would scatter their pathetic prestige off the very face of the earth; the boy, the princess- all of them. Zelda would watch everything around her burn to the ground with no one to stop the beautiful chaos, the hero blind, deaf, and dead to her cry. If it were possible for him to grin at the thought, he would have.
Yes, he would return; he always would, for he was just as perpetual as this cloying abyss. He always found a way.
Although this time, alone and haplessly frozen in time, Ganondorf wasn't sure how he would complete that anticipated revenge.
Yet.