Ganondorf didn't think about the reason he'd named the child Link.
He liked to think it was for any numerous reasons. A bitter mockery towards the Goddesses at having stolen their child of fate, a rueful and self-destructive fondness for the only challenge in his many lives, or maybe just to make it more satisfying to bash the infant's head in if it annoyed him too much. Any spiteful reason would do- any, really.
Yet no matter the reason he told himself, Link responded to that name and no other. It didn't matter how much he repeated other generic names, or how many slight variations in the name he used. Because none of it mattered, since Link was far too young to actually know what words were, yet still perked up at the name without fail. It was only a word, meaningless in another part of the world, and yet it was already branded in the infant's mind, before he even knew what a mother or father was.
Ganondorf felt bitter and angry on the infant's behalf.
Link was a good child, none the less.
