A/N: Linktober. Prompt: Island.
The mere sight of an island makes him sick. The sea too, if he were an honest man.
Ganon maintains that he is. He never lies. Manipulates, torments, pulls strings from the background- all of this, sure, but he doesn't lie. Not outright, at least. It's always been a game of carefully avoiding certain particulars until it's time for the big reveal.
Let it be known that he's always done things with flair.
This time around, it's different.
Ganon's tired; tired of prostrating before Goddesses, and the fight between good and evil.
And of the ocean that's dotted with minute islands. Of how the greatness of Hyrule's wasted away, leaving nothing but these lingering outliers with no one to rule over them. Freedom has ruined that which he loves.
He sits atop his fortress, carefully nestled into an island that's as forsaken as he. Watches how the ocean's waves slap against the craggy rocks near the base. This was once a desert, and this fortress once belonged to his kin.
Now it's nothing but a waterlogged sight for sore eyes.
Ganon remembers when he came to rise the last time and how the Hero never showed. Thought that perhaps this was finally his chance; that he'd finally come to rule everything he knew with an iron fist.
Then the goddesses called the rain and laid everything to waste. Flooded Hyrule and everything within it. Even their own people- the ones that didn't make it to the mountaintops.
It took everything he had to break from that prison and come to the surface, and for what? A land that was no longer there. Ganon sighs at the thought.
His wish is different this time, far more simple when compared to his work of the past. All he wants is for the Great Sea to perish and Hyrule to surface once more.
The easiest way to go about this kind of journey is to let the hero come to you. He's done this once, twice, a hundred times before. It's always been a solid plan that's worked in his favor.
And so, Ganon waits for the pieces of the puzzle to fall into place like they always do. No matter what is done, there's one inevitable fact: The three pieces of the Triforce will always be brought together, somehow.
It's just that Ganon's never won. And perhaps that's why he hates the sea- it reminds him of that Divine Deluge that haunts him so. Taunts him with his worst failure of all.
This time is different, he thinks.
He's older. Wiser. Driven by his rage and fueled by his regret.
This time he fights not for his own power, but for Hyrule itself. It never deserved to be plunged beneath such feral waters. That's mostly his fault.
Seems only right to be the one to fix it.