"Why are you so obsessed with her dreams?" Dora asked angrily, but in a hushed voice. She stood beside Ganondorf, while he sat beside the bed Zelda lay in, with his hand up to her head. He had done this for two days whenever she slept, and it was incredibly boring. "What's the point?"

"It's not just her dreams," he answered. "I am forcing her subconscious to bring forth the memories of her ancestors, so that I may gain a better understanding of what happened to Hyrule while I was gone, and you were imprisoned. I can then manipulate those dreams. For now, she fights me, constantly returning to the present to dream about exploring the ocean."

Dora crossed her arms against her stomach and turned her head. "Bah."

"See for yourself," he grunted, and grasped her hand.

The world around her completely disappeared, replaced by images that flashed in front of her eyes. Flashes of the birth of the new princess, Zelda's wedding, arguments with the king, as if time was just rapidly going backward and only playing highlights of Zelda's life. Dora tried to pull her hand free, when the images of her torture and public humiliation flashed before her through the eyes of a terrified little girl. She collapsed to her knees, beating her fist off the stone. Ganondorf would not release her though, until she saw one more image.

The Gerudo had destroyed themselves in a civil war.

Zelda did her best to bring them into Hyrule, to help them find peace, but some of the Gerudo were loyal to Nabooru, and others still loyal to Ganondorf and their true queen. Those loyal to their king tried on multiple occasions to free their queen, or assassinate the royal family. A handful of these women were hanged for their crimes. The Gerudo who were welcomed into Hyrule did what they could to defend their new leader, and thwart the assassins, but in the end they were their own cause of extinction.

At the last image of Zelda, the mother of the one lying in the bed, giving a sorrowful speech about how destructive hate could be, Ganondorf released his queen's hand. He had been squeezing so forcefully it felt bruised, but her tears were not from physical pain.

"Now do you understand?" he asked, his voice cold.

"Why? Why would they do that?" Dora asked, her voice strained and cracking. "After all we did for them..."

Ganondorf shook his head, angered. "Submitting, rather than dominating their enemy to prove they were superior. It makes me sick," he growled, clenching his fist.

Dora felt as if they were talking about their children, and in a sense they were. Just regular parents, disappointed in the path their children chose. She stood up to leave, to sit and ponder her thoughts, but Ganondorf grabbed her hand again. This time, she saw a most pleasant sight.

"Link's back," she whispered, smiling again. "I never thought saying that would make me so happy," she realized.

Ganondorf spoke to Link through telepathy, after the false Zelda disappeared. His menacing voice filled the chamber of the Master Sword like the voice of a spirit. "I have taken your precious Zelda. Finally, it is here you shall fall into eternal slumber." Two of his strongest knights appeared in the chamber of the Master Sword to take Link's life. Ganondorf looked back to Dora and said, "You have some time, but you may want to prepare a proper welcome."

"Believe in me, as I believe in you, and I shall bring you the head of your enemy, along with the Triforce of Courage," Dora promised. She kissed him firmly, and then left the room.