You….
Curse you…Zelda!
Curse you…Sages!!
Curse you…Link!
Someday…
When this seal is broken….
That is when I will exterminate your descendants!!
May the day of my return be the darkest day of your lives.
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Something was changing. His chains were shaking, as though he had yet again fruitlessly attempted to free himself from this seemingly endless nightmare. For months he had been feeling this way. It was as if something inevitable was heading his way. Ever so slowly, the chains, which bound him to the goddesses' forsaken land, were becoming as tainted as his own mind had once become.
Being locked in this place, for…could it be correct, 7 years, he had little else to do then either plot his escape and his so desired revenge, or muse at where he had gone wrong. After all he wouldn't have been here in the first place hadn't he messed up somewhere, now would he?
In his mind, it was crystal clear, though the largest part of his brain seemed to disagree. It didn't bother him anymore (even if it gave him severe headaches), he had long since gotten used to disagreeing with his own mind (even though he sometimes doubted whether it was really his at all). The part of his brain, which he liked to call his sane part thought that his coming of age had been his downfall. That part suspected his surrogate mothers, more commonly known as twinrova, to have altered his maturing rite and thus have altered his future.
At first, the changes didn't seem that bad at all, in fact, he had even loved it at first. Who, in their right mind, would have minded to be given powers which exceeded your very imagination? He sure hadn't at first. But as the changes became more eminent, he started harbouring an insatisfiable hunger for power and darkness, so overwhelming, that his mind simply lost control.
That part of his brain, the darker part, quickly seized control over his body , and even though reluctantly, his true (in his mind) conscience was shoved in the back of his mind, unable to exert any control whatsoever.
He couldn't do anything but watch helplessly as his quest for the triforce, what had started as an innocent curiosity in what could have meant the end of his peoples suffering, rapidly changed into a heated search to satisfy his ever growing hunger. The sane part of his brain thought that it would have been better for everyone, including himself, if he had been killed in his quest. That part of him often wished that he had had the courage to take his own life, in order to safe everyone from the hurt he had caused them.
The other part of his brain, the part which had embraced the offered darkness, had long since been a long cause ("at least he was a lost cause WITH power" that part smirked)
IT plainly said that the so called "sane" part was mental…
No he had made his biggest mistake when he had underestimated the brat…He should have finished him off when he had the chance. But no…The "sane" part just HAD to intervene at the last moment, reminding his demons that the source of infinite power had never been this near. Such a dirty trick to distract him from his purpose…
By the time he had come to finish what he had started, the boy was nowhere to be found.
…..
There it was again, the shaking…But was that…? He tried to move his right arm, and to his surprise, he managed to move it a bit. The chains holding him seemed weaker…
What was happening to him?
The chains once again shaked violently and again, they lost some of its original power…
It had to be…But the sages were holding him in his place, so the weakening chains could only mean…Yes !!
Even in his wildest dreams, he would never have dared to hope for this day to come. Were the sages slowly dying one by one?
He pulled his left arm towards himself, and to his surprise, the chain broke. With a patience long lost to him, he slowly freed himself from his former prison.
Soon….Soon would he have his revenge