The impressions you pick up from seeing your past life - almost predominantly Power and Evil - leave you unsettled. While you categorically refuse to allow yourself to be cowed by your own memories, you are also not terribly eager to go delving into the haze of sensations you picked up from the Dark Man, let alone the shadowy Beast. So instead you divide your efforts, spending about half of your increasingly-wakeful hours reflecting on the content of your dreams, and the rest striving for self-improvement.
You puzzle out the intricacies of crawling without much trouble, and your new control of the strength in your little arms and legs, combined with your existing mighty baby-grip, allows for new options like the lifting of toys and a degree of climbing. You also give words a few attempts, but everything comes out as cute baby gibberish, serving little purpose except to amuse your mother. Your father does not seem overly moved by the babble, but he does appear to approve of your physical endeavors; when another man identified as "Uncle Rory" comes over, Tony Harris makes much of your mobility and powerful little fingers.
"Looks like we might have a future athlete in the making here," he comments, grinning as he mock-wrestles you in the direction of the changing table.
"Takes after Gramps after all, huh?" Rory notes. He raises a bottle of some golden brown substance. "Good on you, kid."
Gained Physical Prowess F+.
On the dream-front, your reflections turn up some minor details. Your past self - "Ganondorf," you hear a deep, powerful voice growl in the back of your mind - definitely didn't give the impression of being a nice guy, but on the other hand, his sheer size suggests that he was the sort who got things done. Nobody gets that big without a good bloodline, lots of food, and a great deal of hard work. That's not even getting into the magic that was burning between his fingers, or the terrible aura of - "Ganon" - that Beast. You don't know what could create a monster like that, you don't really want to know, but the fact that he pulled it off... well, you have to respect a guy who can amass so much personal might that he gets his own Aura of Power.
Then there's the princess - "Zelda" - and - "Link" - the boy in green. Ganondorf really did not like those two, though there was also a sense of a grudging respect, particularly towards the boy. More prominent was an intense desire to possess something that each of the pair had in their possession, but you're not entirely sure what it was, except that the glowing triangles pretty much had to be involved.
Six months after your birth, you have another dream. In it, Ganondorf is shown ruling over a broken kingdom infested with monsters, many of them of his own making. Zelda is alternately missing or a prisoner, but the boy, Link, is free and fighting. Ganondorf watches him, at first as an idle amusement, then with growing distaste as the young swordsman cuts his way through traps and beasts and gigantic lords of Evil. The mighty sorcerer casts increasingly dangerous obstacles in the boy's path, but far from stopping Link, these merely succeed in making him stronger, tougher, and more clever. By the time Ganondorf decides to confront Link directly, the boy in green has grown unexpectedly strong. He is not Ganondorf's match in raw Power, and never will be, but he has Courage. Link will not bow. He will not stop. He will not break.
You begin to understand why Ganondorf respects this young man, even as he despises him.
Gained Past Life Experience F++.