A/N: This chapter has been revised as of 2/20/2016

Well, now that we're done with formalities, let me introduce you to my novelization! I know some of you have been reading this story since I first started writing it a few years ago. Well, let me be clear with you guys. After I joined FF, I went through some rough patches, and the inspiration simply wasn't there. I don't want to turn this into a sob story, but let's just say I stopped playing zelda for a bit. However, now I'm back, and I plan on finishing this story.

Basically, I plan on doing novelizations of the downfall timeline games (A Link To The Past, Link's Awakening and the Oracle Games, for starters), but don't let the format of this story turn you off. I'm writing this as if this was a whole new idea, so you don't need to know anything about zelda to understand it. I've included some references to past games (mainly Ocarina of time and Twilight Princess), but that's all they are: references. As a side note, I did spend some time writing a book that I intend to publish soon! So at least you can look forward to an improved writing style, since I've had tons of practice.

Without further ado, let's get going, shall we?


Triforce Of The Gods

Chapter i:

Herald Of Hatred

The winds of change howled across the land. It was a sight to behold, or so the Thief Lord thought. Either chance or fate had led them here, to this sacred place, where wishes were fulfilled. It didn't matter, for the time for chance or fate had ended. Never again would there be a ruling force across the world. Never again would he and his people be swept by the tides of war and poverty. Their time had finally come to be the masters of their own domain. The goddesses, those whores who watched uncaringly as he and his people suffered, would finally meet their reckoning. But he knew all too well how meticulous and evil were those three. His wish would definitely be granted, sure, but the goddesses would never allow their own destruction, no. The only way left to gain some semblance of victory against them would be to destroy their greatest creation, their pride and joy: Hyrule. Yes, the self appointed patrons would watch helplessly as their children devoured themselves while the struggles of war shattered them like glass. And he, Ganondorf, the Thief Lord, would be the herald of that apocalypse.

However, he had to be swift and cunning. He had not expected to gain access to this place so easily. He had reunited a group of his most "trusted" lieutenants, along with many new additions. His band of thieves was of a nomad variety. Leaderless, they would surely perish, or kill and trick each other. They had been picked from among the worst individuals Hyrule could offer: Rapists, murderers, mad men willing to do anything to satisfy their lust, whores, sons of whores… His small army did not discriminate in the least. Months of preparation had led to this. Months spent attacking jails, sneaking into the lowest corners of Hyrule to recruit, and countless hours spent meditating to regain his lost power…

But the time spent on his arduous journey had produced something good. Among the many expeditions, the group of outcasts finally found what they were looking for: The Sacred Realm, the place were dreams where fulfilled. Legend told that the goddesses, after creating Hyrule, departed for the heavens, their labors finished. The place where they left came to be known as The Sacred Realm, a paradise unknown to Hylian, Gerudo, or any other race. In here, the myths told, lay the three sacred triangles: The Triforce, an object with a power immeasurable by any means. It held the power necessary to grant the deepest wish of the user, with just one touch. This power had been created for him to possess it, thought Ganondorf. After all, it was only logical that he, the crownless king, the man who came from the wasteland known as the GerudoDesert, should now have the ability to claim it all.

And claim it he would.

There was just one problem. He had not expected to run into the sacred realm, so easily. He had managed to encounter the main entrance by manipulating people who would have tried to claim the golden power before he could. It had been a dangerous gamble, as he had almost lost his chance to set things right. But now it did not matter, he had met the requirements needed to hold the Triforce at last. It would be his and only his. That is why there was a problem. Looking around at his followers, he knew that they could not be trusted (not that he ever trusted them, mind you, but now they could not be trusted to accept his demands). Right now he could see them scheming. Even as the more reasonable ones in the group suggested they set up camp, he could see the evil in their eyes. He knew that even those who looked the most innocent of the bunch would try to gut him like a fish once he started to sleep. He had done horrible things in the past, to be sure, but he had recruited men even worse than him. He regretted some of his actions, but they had to be done. These men? They would gleefully commit atrocities in the name of chaos. They were, however, a necessary evil; an evil whose necessity had come to an end.

He scanned his horizons. In the distance, he could see it. A shining light atop a pyramid. The famed Pyramid of Power where the Triforce was said to rest, a beacon for all to see. Feeling the weight of his black armor, he stepped forward, as he felt the eyes of everyone in the horde upon him. Taking his trident in his right hand, he mounted his horse, a Black Gerudo Stallion. The time was now. Letting out a scream set to pierce the heavens, he started galloping towards the light, feeling the rest of his ex-followers closely behind him. Using his concentration taught to him by the famed Sisters Twinrova, he kept his mind set on the beacon, but used it to conjure his magiks. The art of channeling magiks through objects was not an easy one. Any fool could use the spell and make it work. But, to unlock its true potential, one had to have years of practice. Fortunately, Ganondorf was a trained man. Pointing his silver trident skyward, he let out rays of thunder, which in turn chased his rivals, knocking some of them of their horses.

The battle was long and cruel, as any battle where the outcome could shape entire generations. Ganondorf always tried to stay at the front of the line, using both his magiks and brute force to kill his former comrades. The feeling of stabbing one his most trusted lieutenants was exhilarating, but he could not stop to enjoy the pleasure of battle. He kept galloping towards the Triforce.

Soon enough, he was at the foot of the pyramid, his body aching due to the numerous wounds received in battle. He had made sure to kill every man he encountered in his path. As he jumped off his horse, the beast fell to the ground, exhausted and on the brink of death. Not paying any attention to this, Ganondorf concentrated his efforts on climbing the steps of the pyramid, even as he heard what few men remained approaching. Running as fast as his legs allowed him, he soon felt pain in his left leg as an arrow pierced it. The Thief Lord fell to the ground, injured.

He could hear them coming closer. Doing his best effort, he grabbed his trident again and stood his ground, killing any man that approached the pyramid. His pain was unbearable, but he had endured worse. One by one they fell like snowflakes, the bloodied corpses starting to pile up at the steps of the pyramid. In total, Ganondorf counted six men, six men that tried to kill him, but failed. The rest, had either given up and escaped, or had killed each other before even reaching the pyramid.

Using his trident as a cane of sorts, he got up and resumed his climb. Once he had taken some steps, however, from among the corpses jumped out another man. He pushed Ganondorf away, and ran towards the Triforce.

This could not be happening. This would not happen, thought the bloodied thief. Channeling his magiks one last time, he propelled himself towards the final assailant and pinned him against the rocky floor of the steps.

"Mercy", the man managed to plead with a whisper, as blood came from his mouth. "Give me mercy. We were with you on this. I never wanted power, just to be near it. I just wanted a leader among the outcasts, someone who could be our own shining beacon of hope among the darkness. Give me mercy, please."

"Mercy is not something I possess, lad." Said Ganondorf as he hit the other thief with his bare hand. "The Goddesses never gave me mercy, why should I know it then? I am not a beacon, I am a herald. A herald of Hatred. A hatred directed at the very skies! At the so-called Goddesses that shaped this damned world!"

With that, The Thief Lord started banging the other thief's head against the steps. With each hit, he felt a sense of delight, a sense of pure lust. By the time he had reached his full climax of exhilaration, the head of his former attacker had been reduced to a bloody pulp on the steps. Ganondorf let out an animalistic roar, and started walking towards the beacon, his injury on his leg now forgotten. As he came closer, he could now make its shape: Three golden triangles, floating in the sky, finally his to command. The Triforce could not distinguish friend or foe. It held the perfect balance: It had no prejudices, it had no preferences, it could not distinguish good from evil, or, at least, the notions of good and evil that the goddesses has institutionalized into humanity. It was fair.

As he approached it, he heard a voice. The very essence of The Triforce was speaking to him:

"I shall house my power in you. If there is anything you desire, then I shall desire it too."

His maniacal laughter echoing across the sacred realm, Ganondorf's bloodied hands touched The Triforce.