Hyrule Field was bathed in pure moonlight. The grass danced gracefully in the gentle caress of the brisk wind. The playful gurgle of the river could be heard not far. Reveling in the harmony of it all was a large man. He lay in the soft bed of grass, worried eyes focused on the heavens. His armor was at strange odds with the peace of his surroundings, even with the moonlight reflecting on the polished surfaces.
The man was known as Ganondorf, and, in fact, was a Gerudo. His prestige often preceded him, spreading panic and striking many with fear. Though considered ruthless and evil, Ganondorf was not such a being at heart: he was simply what the Goddesses made him to be. Even now, a small triangle glowed on his hand, symbolic of the Power that had been bestowed upon him.
He knew what was to become of him in only hours time. He would battle with the Hero, and he would be defeated. It was the will of the Goddesses, and it always would be. Hyrule could not be allowed to fall into disarray, and so the Goddesses chose Ganondorf to be the Villain. He was a single being that Hyrule's citizens could be untied against until the Hero's Courage shone and brought light to the kingdom again.
He sighed quietly to himself and rolled onto his side. He focused his eyes on a single blade of grass, upon which a ladybug was perched contentedly. Slowly, he raised a gauntleted hand to the beetle, and it timidly crawled onto him. The smallest smile tugged at his mouth, but the emotion was gone as swiftly as it had come. He watched the ladybug explore his hand with a great curiosity. The insect stopped and spread its wings, taking flight. It would fly along down the river until it tired and landed on a rock, where its life would meet an abrupt demise to the hunger of a large frog.
Ganondorf watched the death of his acquaintance in silence, pondering. He was a reasonable man, understanding of how everything, good or not, must come to an end at some point. He knew that someday the Goddesses' use of him would end and he would, in fact, die a final death, though he knew not when. It was a strangely comforting thought that the Hero would be defeating him shortly, and he could rest – if only for a short time.
He stood now, for it was time.