Chapter 1

The Hero of Time held the Master Sword above his head, ready to bring it crashing down upon me. I could see the light of the moon reflect against its surface. My body, so gargantuan and monstrous, was paralized with the magical force that was flowing from Princess Zelda's hands. I was unable to attack my adversary. I could only watch them, watch them plan my downfall in their minds.

"Link, now!" Zelda yelled, forcing as much power into her blast as she possibly could.

I could feel the power constrict around me, squeezing me so tight that I couldn't even move my eyelids. I was helpless against Link, this forest boy. No. I was helpless against the Hero of Time. These two mortals were about to witness the downfall of the most fearsome beast that had ever arose from the ashes of evil. As much as I hated to admit it, I was going to be beaten by this mere boy. My eyes saw the blade in his hands come down behind my head. I felt extreme pain course through my muscles, tearing my soul in two thousand different directions. I roared in agony and rose up on my massive feet, finally shattering Zelda's grasp on my body.

For a single moment, time seemed to slow down and even stop. It only allowed me to think. I heard my last gasps of breath slowly drain away as my eyes, blood red with hatred and anger, fell upon the two people that were staring at me with eyes wide open in fear. They were afraid of me. Afraid! They should fear me! I am Ganon, the King of Darkness. Mortals they were! Mortals they will forever be! I am a god! I cannot be destroyed! I cannot perish! I cannot die!

My body fell to the ground in a thundering heap. I glared at my enemies once more, then lost their image as white light enveloped my body, pulling me into an endless void. I heard nothing except my own voice yelling out in the forever lasting silence.

"Curse you sages! Curse you, Zelda! Curse you, LINK!" I screamed, feeling my body waste away in the other side of the Sacred Realm.

They thought they had finally finished me. They thought that I would be stored away in here for all eternity...

They were wrong...

I waited. I waited until my time. The prison they had created for me had no walls, no floor no color, no smell no light nor darkness. It was a prison for my soul and mind. They had kept me here long enough to know that an age has passed and age of light and hope. Like balance there must be an age after for me. For evil. The prison was already weak and breaking, I could feel the time was near, very near...when all light would be put out. He was a boy. Only a boy and he defeated me.

100 years after the defeat of Gannon the king of thieves and prince of darkness.

Muhahahaha. A tremble rocked the prison. I laughed again the force that had buried me away for so long, was to see its demise and its failure. I laughed again, what fools. They put me away with a piece of the Triforce. I am a fool also to have just realized that the Triforce piece of wisdom was not taken from me. A lot made sense now; my piece ate away at what had bound me. I was free due to them. Fools! Muhahaha. I scream in a twisted happiness of evil, these people created their own down-fall. I smashed my hand out and the binds shattered. I felt my body being tugged back to the physical realm. The realm I shall recreate with my malicious chaos. I will rise again.

I felt my body again. Nothing of me had changed. I still had my broad shoulders and large muscular body. I still stood at ten. Everything around me was a beauty that I had not seen since becoming a monster of power. I looked behind me and studied my surroundings; a molted boulder lay at my feet. That obviously was my physical prison which the trapped me in. Ha, the sages that imprisoned me were even more of fools than I could have guessed. They buried me in the gradient dessert...my home. Fools, I chuckled to myself. To take it all back would be so easy. The world would just crawl back in to my hand. Cracked ground and sand crunched under my leather boots. The dessert thrashed and whipped at my cloak. No matter how hard the wind it would never blow over its king. The second stone lay in front of me. The stone seemed untouched by the sand. It shimmered in the sun, the black marble reflecting and image of me. I reached out with my hand, the dirty stained bandage that rolled over my hand glowed faintly with the tri-force. Then it burned the triangle burned with the sun. I retreated back.

" ARGH"

I reached out again, this time not caring for the pain. I pushed my hand against the marble and muttered the words of breaking. The stone under me shook and quivered. A ripping crack echoed around the plain of dust. Then the stone cracked and collapsed into two identical boulders. Falling away to each side, the artifact that I hunted laid there, perfectly balanced on its tip, my sword. Black shadows moved around it as if trying to cover the blade from the light. A blackish –purple aura swallowed it. I reached into the cloud of darkness and pulled the blade in to my gruff hands. A crack of thunder clashed above. Pellets of raindrops fell upon the desert. For the first time in 100 years rain fell upon the dark land. "I have returned" I whispered to the wind.