Time…

Time is one thing no one can control…

It ravages the body and mind without touch, and can shape the earth without force…

To control it is beyond any mortal man's abilities; his reach, his dreams…

Yet I am no mere man. In my age, I could control the earth, fire, water… the realm of the dead and the land of the living… I had strength first given by the divines and had it grow to the point even they would quake in fear before me! But then there was the one thing that always thwarted me. Time… Over and over as if the one unstoppable force cursed me for as long as I lived to be defeated by a single boy-a child with a sword! Each time I was slain, imprisoned, resurrected and returned to rule, the same green clad boy would return to slay me and repeat the cycle.

After a time to long ago I simply gave up the motives that plagued my mind and accepted my fate; sealed within the void of the sages' doing of another age to live among rubble as my final home. On it, I created my newest and grandest tower to live and keep my mind occupied from anything but the small existence I was forced to have. Eventually time once again cursed me to grow mad, to slaughter the few minions I was able to create in my new realm and yet, in a sense, I became bored with that in a hundred years. My mind calmed and eventually grew new insights, but an even greater rage and hate returned for the land I was destined to rule. More than ever I wanted to defy my fate and return, but the barrier that was in place became stronger with its age to the point I tried to leave my tower and wonder through its space to find that it all comes back to the same small rock I made my "home" upon.

The plague of defeat once again tore at me, but I became more determined to succeed. Maybe a part of me was still mad or had the radical will of my youth, but eventually I was able to get the most unstoppable force to at least bend to my will….

….

Among the dark corridors of stone built on hate and desperation walked a thin, aged figure who wheezed every few steps. Under a dirty ragged cloak and thinning silver white hairs was the once feared and powerful warlock, Ganondorf. As the thin figure entered his study, he made a small chuckle, one of the few comforts he had against the silence of everyday.

"After years too numerous to count, failure after failure, I think I finally created the one spell…"

The decrepit man lifted his right hand, drawing strength from the Triforce segment that dwelled within him to power the spell. Focusing on the point in the middle of the room, he pumped his energy into the one point and for the first time, felt much weaker after using a massive amount of magic. Once he was finished the singular point grew white hot to a dark shade of purple, and dropped to the ground, leaving what looked to be a black glass ball entwined in a thin layer of smoke.

Ganondorf picked up the object and with a moan of anger, placed it on a nearby table while he grabbed a book bound in a minion's leather skin- as he furiously wrote down his latest failure. "Again! I have yet to find a portal of my own to go through, each time I fail and I can feel the grip of absolute death with every passing day, as I drain my magical reserves on this failure project. I know I was absolute with this latest try! What went wrong…?"

Unable to write any more, his arm lashed out upon his equipment; sending it across the room while one happened to strike the ball- crashing it against a nearby wall. In an eruption of dark energy, the purple smoke scaled up to the point it was large enough for a man twice his height to go through. Ganondorf stared at it as images raced past its surface, with few familiar and others completely alien.

Grabbing his book, the man cautiously approached the portal as he placed his hand upon it. His hand went through as if the wall didn't exist behind it. As the portal began to shrink, Ganondorf worked his way through and before him was Hyrule Field, familiar and broken as if from a distant memory. "It…worked. IT WORKED! AH-HAHAHAHAHA!" However, the memory soon became realized.

Off in the distance of a grassy plain, he saw thunder erupt across the sky as a glowing yellow pyramid that surrounded a castle. Climbing upon it was some form of a black spider like creature that lifted its arm, to have it transform into a spear and crash through the light- which shattered like glass. Looking upon the scene jolted a memory, it was the day he died- slain by the boy named Link. Was it not for his soul that somehow molded into the Triforce of Power- which he held onto for almost as long as he had been alive- he would have perished with his mortal body.

The withered evil man raced as well as he could to the town gates to gain a better look. Was it really that time like so long ago? Every face he passed had the eerie similarities, the castle, and the events…

As for Ganondorf, he gave himself a thought. 'My power not only allowed me to break my prison, but to travel through time… but how is that possible? Was it because of the Triforce itself?' His thoughts where cut short as smoke enveloped his body and ended with himself back at his tower.

Ganon fell back through the portal as it completely closed; leaving him back in the cold tower he was exiled to. All he did for the next few minutes was stare at the wall, as if to make sense of what happened before he accepted the inevitable fact: "I went back in time… Like that so-called 'Hero of Time,' Link. Only this isn't permanent. What I need is more power. The only way to achieve that is to have something else with my power, something like… more of me." And with a laugh, a new plan formed within his mind.

"If I can control the past I can command the future. And if I can command the future… then my rule will be absolute!"

Quickly he sketched notes and ideas for his new portal- to see if he could control his destination in time, to determine if the force that pulled back was a fluke or some time travelling rule, and finally, to find out whatever else he could on the matter. After a month of trying and failing couple with an array of mishappenings (like landing in the middle of the Great Sea, Death Mountain, and awkwardly, the Gerudo changing rooms in a time which no one knew who he was- therefore, almost getting skewered with every weapon they had), he had finally created a means to focus to his destination.

In the core of his study, he raised his hand while focusing power and his strongest memories to the point that they had a misty form from the radiating magic. In a blast of his slowly decaying power, he created his portal. Swirling inside were pictures of himself transforming into the beast for the first time called Ganon- overlooking both Link in a ring of fire, and Zelda watching beyond. However, the blast knocked over various equipment containing items that were the results of failed testing. Without notice, and even a bit of eagerness, he stepped through just as a failed "portal" crystal ball rolled through too. In a flash of light in the otherwise spiralling, colourful vortex was a shockwave that sent him off away from his own destination to that of Hyrule, when Hyrule and the Dark Realm were more connected. It was the era when he began building the Dark Pyramid in symbol of his power over the location where Hyrule Castle once majestically stood.

"DAMN MY LUCK! This is not what I wanted…" He pulled up his arm to look over what went wrong- only to see no book within his grasp. Soon, he went into a frenzy to find it, tearing around the field to end up empty-handed.

The book ended up closer to his own destination than he had imagined...