This is a rough draft. i may come back and adjust, add, remove, or change but this is the basic body of the story i am making.
Chapter 4
The mysterious voice enters their mind. "Its been a while since ive seen you, 'hero'. How long has it been this time? Ive been busy while you were away.. oh, i see youve made yourself a rather unorthodox ally, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' perhaps?"
The darkness around them changes, the voice showing them things. A land familiar to Hyrule, with similar people, but different, the people were tan, with red eyes. the castle in their view was all wrong. The triforce on its gate was inverted, pointed down and purple instead of upward and golden.
Before them, they see a massive dark skinned man with neatly tied orange-red hair, he had red eyes, and looked strong as an ox. He could have passed as a Gerudo. In his hand was a single handed sword, with their inverted triforce on its hilt.
"Once, there was a land called Lorule. Its people were simple, with simple desires. Just like those of Hyrule. But we had a difference. Your three visiting Golden Goddesses; Din, Nayru, and Farore, created The Triforce, made of the three individual triforce pieces of Power, Courage, and Wisdom. They left the collected Triforce as a gift for the people after they created the land and filled it with life. However, where they created a gift for all of you in your world, they left a device of death and destruction in ours. They didn't know there was another side of the world they landed on. As they created the top, they also created the bottom with the triforce pieces of Strength, Bravery, and Knowledge.
I was a warrior. The best swordsman in the kingdom. I turned down no challenger. I was charged with being the Hero of Lorule, and in turn received the Monarch Blade. It had a spirit within it, named Ghirahim. The spirit became my close ally and combat companion. On a quest to defeat insurgents of the crown, I discovered the location of the triforce of Bravery. I felt its call, it beckoned me. I ignored the cries of the last living monk in the temple, warning me not to touch it. To turn away, and seal this place forever. I touched its surface, and saw all my dreams come true before my eyes. I was king of all i would survey. A golden crown on my head, i sat upon my throne atop a mountain built of the corpses of my enemies. As quickly as i saw it, it disappeared before my eyes. The anger i felt at having everything, and then nothing once again. I grasped my weapon and swung it down upon the monk in a fury, and felt my hand throb. My right hand had the triforce of Bravery emblazoned on its back. It pulsed with great power. It spoke to me. It told me what needed to be done. And i did not hesitate, i used its great power to destroy the temple, leaving no trace of the triforce piece ever being there."
The vision transitions into the courtyard of Castle Lorule, corpses scattered around the ground. A girl in a white and purple dress, with their royal insignia on it with their triforce. She had long purple hair, she was tan with red eyes. She had a staff with their triforce on its end. She was their princess, and she stood tall against her foe, the man they saw before, but his dark skin was scaled and scarred. His eyes now ghostly red without pupils, his orange-red hair was a long flowing flame pouring from his head. He had claws that could rip through shields, and his weapon had grown spikes on either side of its edge. He stood there, an army of monsters standing behind him, ready to battle.
The princess stood in front of her guards, her close friend Ravio shaking behind her. "You have corrupted enough of my kingdom for your army, Demise. You will never get the rest of the triforce!"
"Of course i will. And you don't have the power to stop me." Demise said.
"You think so?" The princess said, motioning toward the sky.
The other two triforce pieces floated down toward them.
"YOU FOOL!" Demise shouted with excitement, sprinting towards the rest of the triforce.
The princess outstretched her arm and laid her hand on the backside of the triforce, waiting for the last triforce piece to be reunited with the other two so she can make her wish. Demise, on the other side of the triforce, thrust his hand onto the surface of the triforce pieces. The menacing grin on his face turned to confusion when nothing happened.
The ground beneath him began to tremble, his army began to lose their footing.
"What have you done, girl? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Demise said, enraged.
"What i needed to for my people. Maybe you forgot, they were your people once, too, 'hero'."
The ground began to split, massive fissures opened throughout the land of Lorule. Demises armies fell into the ravines, gone from this world. The triforce in its entirety dissolved. It became dust in the wind. Demises footing went, and he fell into the gash in the ground with his armies.
Demise crawled out of the ravine, and found himself returned to his army, but in a new land. The skies were bluer, the grass greener. This land was untainted, and unblemished. He was the only being on the land that would want to do it harm. And he was happy to do it. The power of the triforce piece was taken from him, but he was still powerful in his own right, in his time with the triforce piece he had learned very dark magic. He would use his armies to take the land and corrupt it, make it his.
But more than a princess was here to protect the land, a goddess stood in his way. She was tall, had a simple white dress with gold details on it. She was named Hylia. She collected her people together, broke apart the land, thrust them into the air on it and created a cloud barrier to protect them. They would live secluded on their floating island for a time until it was safe to return to the surface again.
With the Hylians safe, she rallied the ancient robots, the Gorons, the Kikwis, the Mogmas, and the Parella to battle Demise's forces. After this great war waged on, Hylia was able to seal away Demise. But only after she was mortally wounded. Over time, though, his seal would weaken, and he would reawaken to take the land once again. Hylia had planted the seed for a Hero who would be sent her weapon, the Master Sword, to fight him after she had died.
After battling one another, Demise was not able to defeat this man, and with the last of his power, uttered a curse upon them.
"You fight like no man or demon I have ever known. Though this is not the end. My hate... Never perishes. It is born anew in a cycle with no end! I will rise again! Those like you... Those who share the blood of the goddess and the spirit of the hero... They are eternally bound to this curse. An incarnation of my hatred shall ever follow your kind, dooming them to wander a blood-soaked sea of darkness for all time!"
As the hero made the final blow, the vision fades to and from many images of reincarnations of the hero and the reincarnation of Demises hatred. Many heroes clad in green; a farm hand, a child, a village boy. Some in royal blue; a knight, a royal guard even.
"My spirit wandered for a long time, until it found a body in this land of Hyrule that was a suitable vessel for my soul. Like princesses Zelda and Hilda were opposites of their land, Their companions Link and Ravio as well. But their spirits were symmetrical. My spirit found the body of a Gerudo prince baby boy named Ganondorf Drägmire.
Over time, a hero of Hyrule and a princess Zelda would use the power of their own triforce of Hyrule to return the triforce of Lorule back to them, returning peace to their land.
Each reincarnation of Ganondorf was bested by the hero, banished, killed. It got old."
Then the vision fades away, the two heroes look at eachother, disorientated from the intense flow of new information.
The cloud dissipates slightly, they see a castle of dark stone before them. The voice in their minds speaks up again; "Little Ganondorf, you have failed me so many times. My hate was born in you, my power flowed in your veins! But you failed. Every. Time. You fell to the spirit of the hero and the blood of the goddess time and time again, misunderstanding my powers. No more. I shall do it myself."
The base of one of the castles towers crumbles and falls towards them, neither of them able to get away in time. Prince Rofod throws his hand in the air, and a beam of light blasts its way out of his hand and through the tower, breaking it to pieces. The prince collapses, passing out to the exertion.