"The task you requested is complete, your majesty," an elderly Hylian man said graciously, bowing at his waist to the King of Hyrule.
Ganondorf arrived in the great hall in a hurry after interrupting his walk to the royal stables with Dora. He had glimpsed the escorted man through a window on their way through the castle. There was no excuse provided, he simply advised Dora to go ahead and prepare her horse for their afternoon ride.
The king accepted the royal blue coffer the man offered, and eagerly opened the lid to inspect the quality of the item inside. When Ganondorf offered no comments, the Hylian said, "I hope that you and your queen are pleased with the craftsmanship."
Ganondorf refused to comment. He snapped the coffer shut and stated, "The rupees I provided covered the labor and materials."
"More than enough, your majesty," he answered, even though there was no question. "Is there a special occasion?"
Before Ganondorf could crudely berate the artisan for being intrusive, he noticed Volga running up the corridor with a weapon in hand. Ganondorf placed the box on the long table down the center of the room and turned to face the prince. The visitor dismissed himself, preferring not to be involved in any type of family feud.
"I want a rematch," Volga demanded, coming to a halt when he entered the great hall.
Ganondorf folded his arms over his chest, peering down at the boy with a forbidding expression. The blade he clutched by the hilt emitted a pure blue glow of heroic energy. "I told your mother that the Master Sword could not be hidden forever," he remarked angrily.
"Father, mother, that's all a lie to you, isn't it? You can't stand the sight of me! She killed my real parents, and for what?" Volga yelled with contempt.
"I ordered the death of you and your blood parents after the Sheikah pleaded to have you turned over to them," Ganondorf corrected assertively. "I could not allow anyone with the soul of the hero to wander free, waiting to fulfill his destiny. When Dora came home carrying you as only an infant, she decided to adopt you, and promised to fill you with such darkness that the hero's soul would never shine. Seeing you standing here now, holding that sword, not even you can deny that you've chosen your preordained destiny." Volga remained silent, while he turned over the sword to imagine how he must appear. "Dora does love you," the king added, "but if you choose to raise that sword against me she will not hesitate to carry out your execution."
Volga shifted his eyes from the sword to Ganondorf and grasped the hilt with determination. "You sound as if this was your predicted outcome all along. If you knew it would come to this, why did you bother protecting me?" he asked, trying to solve the riddles that plagued his mind.
"Do not pretend this was all about you. I protected you to prevent the Sheikah from turning you into Hyrule's weapon, and for my wife," Ganondorf advised cockily.
"You disgust me," Volga shouted.
"Yet, I sense your confliction," the King of Evil continued, uncrossing his arms. "If you are reluctant to swing that sword with the intention to kill, you will never defeat me in battle. You have requested a rematch though, and who am I to deny you?"
"Let me cut your arrogance down to size, old man!"
Ganondorf conjured the Lightscale trident quickly to his main hand and defended Volga's vicious strike. The evil repelling power of the sword infected him, having stopped it mere inches from scratching his face. As opposed to their battle thirty minutes prior, Ganondorf was the one in retreat. He swung with all his might and never missed an attempt to take Volga's life, but the sword drained his power, and the Hylian prince was expertly trained in combat. Only minutes passed before Ganondorf felt the sting of the blade cut through his arm like a rusty serrated knife. The evil king stumbled back to recuperate, seething at the pain screaming through his veins. This was the familiar suffering inflicted by the power of the Master Sword, and he knew Dora would identify that immediately.
"At last," Volga cheered, celebrating his small accomplishment.
Enraged, Ganondorf lashed out with his trident, catching Volga in his leg as he jumped back to dodge. The boy grimaced when he landed on the foot of the wounded leg, but never hesitated. He was motivated and used his new unrelenting courage to return to offense. Ganondorf was forced back by each successful attack that delivered wounds made lethal by the blade of evil's bane. Desperate for a moment to regain his composure, he teleported to the end of the room and slung a solid red orb toward his opponent.
Volga hastily deflected the energy with the Master Sword. He grinned and announced, "Finally, I can defend against your magic. With this sword I will make you yield to me!"
"Once again you have chosen a tool without fully understanding its purpose, boy," Ganondorf advised confidently. "You are just one more witless hero eager to be sacrificed to the King of Evil!" They rushed at each other with their weapons poised, only to clang together sourly. Volga was wiser than to compete in a test of physical strength with Ganondorf, so he retreated at the first safe opportunity, and came back swinging.
The king readied another calculated attack, until Volga's eyes suddenly widened. Ganondorf paused when the boy turned around, and he saw an arrow pierced his back. Volga sank to his knees. The fight was officially ended. Ganondorf surrendered to the pure energy of the Master Sword, still coursing through his veins, that cut off his flow of darkness and hate. The severe agony of his wounds became prominent. He grimaced and leaned on the trident for support as he collapsed to one knee, breathing heavily.