Games are among the greatest form of expression, mainly because they force the player to use his intellect in a way that is not connected his reality. For the immortals who created us, we may understand and then conclude that 'our existence' is nothing more than a game. It is a sport for the amusement of others and stood as tests of merit for those that would judge them. It is also an art form, as those same lives are filled with love and betrayal; art expresses their emotions, from which mortals produce pleasure and pain from endless labor.
In addition, Games often tests of courage, power, and wisdom; the characteristics which the blessed Goddesses shaped existence with. Under testing conditions, what use is power and wisdom if one cannot gather himself to stand and fight? What is courage and wisdom without strength behind it? Finally, what will become of the one who stands in the heat of battle without wisdom? This is not courage, nor is it wise, and there is absolutely no power in his stance, regardless of physical strength. He will be broken, and will be shown as a fool. These attributes can only be used properly when all three are present.
These attributes were given by our mothers and represented in their children; I was given the seat of power, my brother was given the seat of courage, and my sister Hylia was given the seat of wisdom. We were the game keepers as well as the spectators, which was how I imagined our roles. However, my brother and sister never shared the same view as I had, which was that our mothers' creation was something to look at with a sense of excitement. While we were almost supreme deities, my siblings acted as though they were. My sister Hylia, saw herself as the caretaker of creation. She looked over our mothers' work with love, tending to it as one would to a garden. My brother was a stubborn and silent individual, he placed himself as a mediator of the people. He often visited the people of the land, mediating disputes and solving conflict between the individual sects of creation. I was not one for direct interaction, and I preferred a more indirect approach to assessing the merit of creation.
Unlike my brother and my dear sister, I did not see any inherent value my mothers' creations. I believed that value was earned, and to earn is to act in the interests of keeping a constant state of peace. This was my test for them. If the creations had the will to exist in the beautiful world that the Golden Goddesses gave to them, they would be tested in their devotion to it. If they truly any value in their existence, they would see all of creation as one beautiful entity, and they as a small but important part of it. If they were to act in supreme arrogance, they would lose the value that would make them worthy enough to be included in the world. This concept is why I placed my progeny into the created world. They were simply pawns, abominations when compared to the true creation. Their existence and their conflicts with the people of creation were simply tests to prove worth, games to me, but tests for them.
Games are sometimes used as tests of merit, and this is what I accepted my role as. I was the gamekeeper, I was the tester, and I was the supreme judge of the created world. I planted the seeds of war, hate, fear, and the lust for power. It was I who cursed the people of the desert, who sent the demons after the triforce, and who allowed the difference between light and dark to pollute the freewill of creation.
But my siblings did not admire my efforts to show our mothers' that their creations had earned the right to exist. They wrongly believed that creation should be loved unconditionally, and that my approach introduced corruption where there was none before. Maybe so, but simply allowing them to bask in endless pleasure is not pleasure at all. The problem that mortals face is that they constantly seek stronger pleasure when the current does not fare well for them. Therefore I corrupted them, and took away their endless pleasure. I showed them what war, death, and pain did to their weak and brittle souls.
My siblings saw my actions and decided that intervention was necessary. They cast me out from the seat of power, stripped me of my god-like powers and imprisoned me on the highest mountain which was sculpted by my mother. I was told that my place as a judge of merit was no more. My seat would stay empty, and I would stay entombed in the mortal shell of a beast where I stood on this mountain. My brother and sister continued to visit me, to show me that they still loved me unconditionally. Just like one of their creations.
They didn't understand the seriousness their actions, unchecked my progeny ran wild. They hungered for power and destruction. Without guidance the spread of chaos would continue without an end, and creation would be destroyed. I saw this soon after my imprisonment, that creation was slowly turning into a wasteland. My children led by the demon king waged war against the races of the land led by my siblings. Eventually the war ceased and my creations were driven into the darkness.
The visits from my brother and sister ceased soon after the defeat of my progeny. I believed that they saw me as a destroyer, one who tried to undo the creation. These perceptions stayed with me, and they bred darkness over the eons that followed. I was bound, imprisoned, and lonely. A beast, that over time people came to spread legends about. Over time, I heard the stories that spread about a beast trapped on the peak of a mountain, mostly from adventurers who came to take the last connection I had to my siblings, they believed that my armor granted the wishes of those that would take it from me, a fallacy in all regards, but it made for some short lasted relationship before I killed those who came to me.
I devoured those that came to slay the beast. They came by the thousands eagerly awaiting certain doom. Sometimes I prolonged their suffering if I was merciful, they wanted an adventure and I gave it to them. Then one day it stopped. Nobody came to visit me anymore.
Hatred boiled in my heart. My siblings abandoned me. I was alone. Without a friend. Alone. Without love. My mothers abandoned me, to be all alone. By myself.
Even my children abandoned me, they pursued a golden power. A power that was rightfully mine. Power that I given to protect. Power that I could now use to cleanse the world of the people who didn't deserve to take part in it. From my mountain top I could command my children to take the power for me! But I have no children anymore, they abandoned me. Just like my brother, sister, and mothers did long ago.
But there was a man who came to me once, and he gave me his hand in friendship. He played music for me, and I danced until the body that I was imprisoned in expired. He lied to me though, while I slept he robbed me of my armor, carved it into a mask, and took its power for himself. The same armor which my absent mother made for me. But I stayed with my armor, it would be mine forever.
That man played a devilish game with me, and it judged me harshly. But the game placed me in another seat of power, I got to play as many games as I wanted. Over time I moved from place to place, making devilish games that forced loneliness on those who wanted to play with me.
I was never alone, the world became my friend.