IT HAS TO START SOMEWHERE
I am the silent watcher, the invisible eye, the dark spy.
I am the shadow.
No one knows I'm there, not even the boy I follow. No one knows of my existence except Ganondorf. No one knows my name, not even me.
Ganondorf raised me from the forgotten depths to do his bidding, and it was in that stony tower that I became whole again. No one had summoned me for thousands of years, so I was beginning to forget myself. But then the Evil King came and renewed my strength, gave me a purpose.
I was lurking between the worlds when I felt a twinge. It was familiar, yet one I had not felt in many years. With that faint pull came promises of glory once again, so I followed it. I let the twinge become tug, tug become pull, and pull become forceful drag.
I took a look at my surroundings before I decided to become visible. Grey stone room, absolutely freezing despite a fire crackling in the grate, and a hideous looking man gawping at me not ten feet away. Times sure hadn't changed.
The Evil King bowed before me. Good, he was respectful. My last Master wasn't, and let's just say he wasn't around for too much longer.
I said nothing as Ganondorf, as he called himself, performed the introductions and welcomed me into his world once again. I grinned an evil grin and flashed my red eyes, delighting in the way he shrank back.
Who would have thought I could frighten someone as large and powerful as him?
He kept talking nonsense, but I said nothing in reply, and watched him squirm. He may have been respectful, but he was stupid. It seemed I had to prompt him.
"Orders?" I growled.
The King stuttered momentarily, then an evil smirk much like my own contorted his ugly features. He straightened and drew himself up to his full height, which I must say was quite impressive.
"There is a young man that has proved to be most elusive. He is plotting to overthrow me with the princess, and he must be stopped. He is, as we speak, searching the lands for the 3 remaining sage medallions. You will find him, you will follow him, and at the right time, you will kill him."
His voice bounced off the cold stone walls, echoing all around the room.
"Reward?" I asked gruffly.
"Ah, yes, a reward. You have been silent for thousands of years now, yes? Glory, it will be yours once again. Fight by my side and protect me and I will ensure you are respected in the proper manner – but only if you kill the boy."
I nodded, satisfied. It was simple, easy, and he didn't seem to mind how I did it - excellent.
And so I left that freezing dark tower, the promise of being remembered and feared once again weighing heavily on my master's shoulders, and ready for anything the world dared to throw at me.
At least, I thought I was.