The Legend of Zelda:

The Lost Chronicles

Prologue…

"Twilight…" He said to himself. "Fantastic… The last time I will see the light of day for the rest of my life will be the red-orange gloom of twilight." Ganondorf was being taken down a seemingly endless set of stairs leading into the Arbiter's Dungeon. The Prison of Hell. Only this morning he was in Hyrule Castle about to 'swear his loyalty' to the king… He should have killed the princess while she was alone with the boy in the Kokiri tunic. He never even got to the Sacred Realm… Ultimate Power…Triforce… It had slid out of his fingers like sand. All that was left was the deathly prison where the only two events that could happen to you were that you literally died from utter despair, or that you were banished from this world into another realm which 'only the most wicked had ever seen'. He noticed that all of the moans he could hear came from behind what he had thought to be walls. The prison doors were made of stone. He was lead deeper and deeper into the dungeon and finally into a room in which he would spend the rest of his life. And suddenly, he saw his opportunity. The prison guard had turned away for only three seconds. The last thing he ever felt was a stomach turning snapping that he felt all around his neck.

Ganondorf rushed through the dungeon. He heard moaning coming from behind every wall. He could easily spring his fellow prisoners out of their cells, but he didn't care. He was getting out of this damned prison. He entered the next room and groaned. It was a dead end. Then he noticed that there was a large, beautifully crafted, and engraved sword struck upright into the floor of the room, suspended by wires. It looked like it had been made by fairies, but it was of a dull ebon colour and the insides of the engravings were stained in blood. Fairies were usually more upbeat in their craft, and this weapon seemed far too morbid to be one of theirs. He was about to pick it up when he noticed that the wires were covered in large strips of parchment. There were strange symbols all over them. Then he read what was engraved on the sword: Sword of the Dragon's Ghost. He cut one of the wires and he heard a pitiful growl. A baby dragon appeared out from a hole in the wall. It was serpentine with bright red scales and a black carapace over its face that looked like a helmet. It also floated in the air, although it lacked wings. He reattached the wire and the dragon started to go away. Ganondorf caught its tail and threw it in his pack. His jailers were stupid enough not to notice it. "Is that sword supposed to preserve your spirit after you die?" he asked the new resident of the bag. There was no reply. "I thought that you would be a bit more intelligent. I also would think that you would be strong enough to tear out of this bag. I must be wrong." He decided that he would sell it at the Castle Town market. "Cheap because it's worthless", he thought, "And if that sword does preserve him, his master will be tortured." He left and ran down the next hallway. He found himself in a circular room filled with sand. He saw a closed gate in front of him. "You won't trap me!!" he screamed. He jumped up nearly halfway up the gate, climbed to the top, and smashed the bars with his gloved fists. The gate collapsed entirely. He breathed fresh air coming from outside. He grabbed a torch as he ran outside. If it was twilight when he was brought in, it would surely be midnight by now.

Ganondorf had only been outside for a moment. There was a flash of light, and his torch went out. Then he heard the thunder. He was caught in a storm. "First rain that the desert has gotten in years…" he mumbled. Looking around, he saw that he was on a featureless balcony except for a tall staircase leading up from where he stood. He looked over the side and saw that he was nearly a mile away from the entrance of the prison. He dug into his pack for a rope. He wanted to get down from here. His prized possessions were surely outside the entrance. He pulled out the baby dragon. He stuffed the dragon back into the bag and it bit him. "Dammit", he swore. He continued to rummage around in the bag and finally pulled out a rope. His hand ached from the bite, but he could manage with an aching hand without any effort. He tied the rope to a pillar and threw the rest down the side of the balcony. He climbed down and ran to the entrance.

His sword and sheath were there but none of his other equipment was anywhere in sight. He sheathed his sword, strapped to his hip, and began hunting for his weapons around the vicinity of the entrance. After searching the immediate area all he found was a dead lemming. There was a gust of wind and he thought he saw something move behind a boulder near one of the cliff faces. He punched the boulder, shattering it, and he heard something squeal. He looked down and saw what the source of the movement was: A warthog had just gotten its nose impaled by a shard of the boulder. Shoving it out of the way, he saw a small gap right at the bottom of the cliff. He saw something glint as another bolt of lightning flashed. He reached under the rock face and looked at what he found: "A dead kargorok…?" he said. Then he noticed what was so odd about what he had found. "Well… a dead kargorok's head, but nothing else." The kargorok's beak limply snapped off randomly revealing a single rupee. He groaned and decided to look for his equipment back at the top.

He climbed back up the rope. He grabbed hold of the edge of the balcony as his captive dragon bit through the rope and it all fell to ground. He punched the dragon in the head and threw its unconscious body back inside his bag. He walked up the stairs and he realized where he was. The Desert Colossus was a lot smaller when he looked at it from the inside. He looked at the tower in the center of the arena. "My property had better be up there", he said to himself. He climbed up to the top of the stands encircling the arena and noticed a ledge where he figured he would be able to jump onto the top of the tower. He jumped, caught the edge of the tower, and pulled himself up. The top of the tower was empty – except for a mirror. He looked away from the mirror and he saw what faced it. A colossal black rock was hanging in the air by magic. He looked back at the mirror and read an inscription at the mirror's base. The Mirror of Twilight. He looked up. The mirror suddenly began to glow with a golden light. And then he saw it. He saw the Triforce in the mirror's reflection. He turned around and saw that the black rock was glowing, but there was no Triforce. The mirror was not reflecting anything. Rather, it was shining a light against the black rock. He stepped away, and the mirror's light hit the rock. The image of the Triforce hit the rock. It was framed by several other triangles spinning around it, which were framed by a circle. This was a portal to the Sacred Realm and the prison executioners thought it was a gateway to the Underworld! He began to laugh uncontrollably. "Fools!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. Still laughing, he jumped towards the rock and was sucked into the portal.


Ganondorf found himself lying on the ground of the Sacred Realm. He was suddenly in excruciating pain. Despite the pain he looked up. The Triforce was nowhere to be seen. He screamed in frustration. It almost sounded inhuman. He suddenly felt a pulsing feeling in his left hand. What he saw made him ecstatic. The Triforce was glowing in his left hand! It turned red for an instant and then changed back to gold. The pain suddenly doubled and he screamed that inhuman scream again. He doubled back and his hands slammed back down again. His hair began to frizz out in all directions and his body began to swell up. His fingers sprouted claws and his muscles swelled up. He screamed one last time. It turned into a roar. The pain finally stopped and Ganon got up. He looked at his reflection in the water. His face was that of a wild boar. He tried to scream but he roared instead. He lumbered around until he found the portal. He charged back through it.


Ganon was spat out of the Golden Realm and hurled out of the Colossus. He landed on top of Gerudo Mesa. He suddenly realized that he was human again. The dragon was squirming around in his bag. "I'll have to get rid of this nuisance before heading back to the tribe." He muttered to himself. He found his horse, Nightmare, waiting for him at the bottom of the cliff face. Ebon black, with fiery red mane, she would most likely have terrified anyone else. He took one more look at the Colossus, and sped off towards Castle Town.