Chapter 2: Power
" They say that there is a relic, the triforce. Left by the grace of gods, it is rumored whomever should touch it will have their desires granted,"
A mere whisper, converying a concept so desireable to the ears of an impressionable boy. To mold the world as he saw fit, so effortlessly.
He needed that, he was the only one that would do it. The only one that could do it. Shedding his name, Ganondorf Dragmire he extended his hand. His hand resonated and thus Mandrag Ganon was born.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The soldier stumbled back into his tent. His frightened eyes darted to meet Ganondorf's.
" A gerudo bandit, have you come for out stock?" The soldier spat, eyes shifting to his blade which lay mere feet away.
" No, " Ganondorf's words were of soft iron, seeming to echo as their power magnified. The might of his word struck the soldier. For a moment he paused, solemly understanding.
" So you mean to kill me," he spoke softly, almost serenely, " I do deserve death, for my actions, this I do not deny,"
The storm outsides power faded as Ganondorf raised his head to speak.
" People die every day, thousands. People live knowing and accepting that one day they will die," Ganondorf remained stationairy, his eyes following suit," people do not know or accept that another will take them and use their bodies as a tool for their own desires!"
Ganondorf stepped forth, his sword flowed from it's sheath.
" I am not going to just kill you. I am going to degrade you until even one so far gone as you screams and feels defiled. You too shall be a tool, a tool for my revenge," his expression never faltered. The soldier quiverred, smothered by malice, and for a moment his eyes and Ganondorf's shone alike.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The demon thief, more renowned than his own tribe, Ganon seized legions of followers. Lands fell as he searched, capable of seducing any unmoveable by force, for he remembered times long past when he too could have been swayed by certain comforting words, and implemented those to sway wills.
It became apparent that before unchecked power all bowed away, or blindly followed, out of fear or greed. Despicable Ganon thought, for he knew none of them knew his goal, and merely wished for their own well being. But nonetheless he recognized it was needed as his conquest raged into legends.