How did I get here?

I'm chained up in the middle of this goddess-forsaken desert waiting in horrible suspense for the moment those seven so-called sages pass the ultimate punishment on me- banishment from the world I know.

For what!? What did I do that was so wrong? I stole and killed, yes. But, that is my fate. All I feel, deep inside, is unbeatable hate. A burning desire for blood. I know not of why it's there, just that I'm so angry. If the goddesses built me with such rage- such dark emotion- then why am I the one who's punished for it? It is not my fault that I was born this way... So why?

The world is very unfair to those that are different- a lesson as old as time

Now the old men- who serve their precious goddesses- will send me through the Mirror of Twilight to a world of darkness. I'll never see the light of day again.

It's funny how we only appreciate what we have once we're about to lose it.

Ah finally! The sages are beginning their ceremony. Took them long enough.

But if they think I'm going to that forsaken realm without a fight, they'd be dead wrong. He he he...

"Ganandorf, sinner who has forsaken all that is good..."

"The time has come for you to pay for your crimes..."

"The goddesses themselves have decided your punishment..."

"Instead of being sent to the Twilight Realm..."

"You will be sent to a place you will have no influence, no power..."

"You will be sent back millennia to a time before the Hero..."

"Before the Triforce. You will live there, amongst our ancestors, amongst the demons who are worse than even you..."

"You will live, suffer, and die a powerless man, forgotten by history, unable to accomplish nothing...

"That will be your fate!"

Before I could even react, the sages raised their hands to the heavens- a bright, holy light enveloped the grounds. I'm ashamed to admit, but I blacked out for a bit. When I awoke, I was in a vast forest overlooked by a dilapidated building that, despite its age, commanded a feeling of awe. The only sign of sentient life I could see were a group of red beasts wielding primitive swords and gear. From the looks of it, they noticed me too. Like a pack of wolves, they started to circle around me; they could smell weakness. Due to the sages' spell, I was unable to defend myself.

How I hate feeling this weak. How I hate that I, the mighty Ganandorf, could be this helpless. I hate those sages who did this to me. I hate the goddesses for putting me through this. I hate everything! I hate everyone who's ever wronged me, who mocked me, who insulted me, and belittled me- I HATE EVERYTHING!

But most of all, I hate myself for letting this happen. I hate myself for getting so angry over nothing. I hate myself for my anger.

This is no one's fault but my own, and I hate myself for it.

This is what my hate got me: stuck in an unfamiliar land at the mercy of some half-brained goons. How the mighty have fallen...

I will die soon- cut up like a pig in a slaughterhouse by some hungry monsters- and no one will help me.

After all, who is the real monster here? Those beasts who only do this to survive, or me- a demon who kills his own species for power and greed.

Who would save someone like that?