In his madness, the Evil King spent almost an entire day tearing up the darkly verdant fields of Hyrule in search of his precious notebook. Finally, however, Ganondorf composed himself. It was by no means an easy thing to do, and no doubt the Ganondorf here would be curious as to why several of his minions were missing, or, if he looked on the field, the scorched imprints on the back side of the Dark Pyramid. Ganondorf hid himself in the foreboding fringes of the forest in this world and began to think.
Slowly, he relaxed himself, calming his mind and taking in the evil shades of green scenery- smoothing his thoughts until all that remained was an incomprehensible hum; a vague awareness of the involuntary processes within him, such as his now slow heartbeat and rhythmic breathing. The panic and fury he felt earlier in the day remained, albeit muted at the back of his mind. Though the result had taken quite a while to achieve, he could now think more calmly.
"Let's see... I think I saw one of the failures rolling through... Failure. Hmph. It certainly didn't fail to send me somewhere I didn't want to go..." he muttered, arms crossed tightly as he sat on a freshly-carved stump. He continued this grumbling with little to no heart for quite a while, before moving on. "Well, I might be stuck here, or I might get sucked back to the tower. But either way, there's a Ganondorf here, and he can preserve me from death with his own Triforce of Power."
Then a troubling thought struck him. What if the Triforce pieces could not exist in two places at once? Would one disappear, or transport one bearer sometime else? He risked his existence on this scheme...
But what if the Triforce of Power could be in several places at once? Then wouldn't the same rules also apply to the Triforces of Courage and Wisdom? Though Wisdom was Zelda's specialty, time and experience taught it as well. And even if it was simply experience, Ganondorf knew that no matter how many Ganondorfs he called together, the equal number of Links and Zeldas would very well defeat them. Unless the Ganondorfs became similar to a trio of Darknuts, the overall difficulty of felling such warriors increased more than just one-on-one. Ganondorf was dangerous; he knew that by how many times he had brought Hyrule to its knees. Such a mighty sorcerer could only compound the danger when multiplied by two, three, or ten.
But he was getting ahead of himself. He had yet to prove this latter theory would be the case. First he had to find the Ganondorf of the Dark Pyramid.
Ganondorf stood up, and rather arrogantly fired a ball of dark magic into the sky, which erupted into noxious violet fumes above the trees. The squawking of minions brought a smirk to his face. Ganondorf, however decrepit, went to nobody. Others came to him.
By now, quite a number of Bokoblins, reinforced with two Iron Knuckles, had spotted him, and made their way over- the Bokoblins shrieking with anticipation and the Iron Knuckles plodding along as solidly as they always did. They came to a stop as the wizened old man on the tree stump stood up slowly, joints creaking and muscles groaning, to reveal their master Ganondorf, in all his power.
The trademark firm and malicious look of the Gerudo King never left Ganondorf's face. He was old, yes, and weak. He might not even be able to take on such flimsy enemies as these, if pressed to. But appearances could be deceiving, and generally Ganondorf fashioned his armies with less brain and more brawn.
Maybe that itself was one of his shortcomings...
Ganondorf put the thought aside and took a deep breath. "Well," he bellowed. "Don't just stand there, you incompetent fools! Take me to your master!" A cloud of dark suddenly spread out behind the monsters. "I am here, you incompetent fool, and I simply must know the name of the imbecile who dared to call me from my chambers! I, Lord Ganon, go to no man! Others come to-"
Ganon abruptly stopped his stormy speech as he strode up and stopped directly in front of Ganondorf. He gaped wordlessly. Ganondorf smirked again, and said wryly "My apologies, me, but you see, I am clearly older. And Kotake and Koume always told us to respect our elders."
Ganon frowned lightly at the words, but made no move to deny what his eyes were telling him. Unlike the fit of fury Old Ganondorf expected him to throw, Ganon simply narrowed his eyes and hissed, "What in the Goddesses' names is this?"
Suddenly, Old Ganondorf felt the telltale weakening of his body that warned him of his impending disappearance in smoke and subsequent transportation back to his lonely tower. So he held up his right fist for Ganon, so that the other might see the dimming Triforce of Power emblazoned there.
"I am you," he intoned, "from the future. And we have failed too many times to count. I have come to offer guidance, and a plan to take over Hyrule once and for all, past, present, and future."
Amber eyes stared into amber eyes. Ganondorf was Ganon, and if one couldn't trust themselves, who could they trust? These men had the exact same memories, pasts, dreams, and desires, one with only more experience than the other. In that instant, an unbreakable bond passed between their eyes and Ganon smirked at his elderly counterpart and nodded so slightly; the sharpest-eyed of his minions would have never suspected he had moved.
"However," Old Ganondorf continued, "My Triforce is nearly depleted, and the spell I cast to come here will soon fail. Wait for me nearby, for I shall return as soon as I can."
"Of course," Ganon said smoothly, smiling coolly. The minions stared between the two Master Ganons with incomprehension and awe. Black smoke began to consume the wizened sorcerer who once had the entire world broken, writhing for mercy in the palms of his eternally unsatisfied hands. Already he could see the tower coming back into focus, and as he disappeared into the darkness. He then chuckled to himself, "Just a little longer, Ganondorf, just a little longer..."
