He could hear it again, that awful sound; the sound of dripping water and flowing currents, the rise and fall of distant tides. The smell of the murky lake and lonely island upon which, so long ago, he had been imprisoned. The being of darkness opened his eyes, crimson hues staring off into the vast darkness of Hyrule field at night. His last memories were of his prison in the water temple and his duel against the Hero of Time, a duel he'd lost. After materializing back into the swirling void of evil magic from which he'd been created, his mind was set adrift, lost to the nothingness of the ether until the current time.

The dark lord was returning, of this much the warrior could be sure. How else could his current revival be explained? From the extreme distance of the Sacred Realm itself Dark Link could feel the tug of his former master, beckoning his once loyal servant to expedite the process of his revival. But no, things were different now; the once unbreakable hold the sorcerer had held on him had waned over these past few years, the warrior of evil no longer hearkened to his master's call. This life, this body, molded of sinister magic, was now his and his alone to command, he would determine the course of his own destiny. A smile spread across the shade's dark lips, body slowly melting into the swirling cess of dark energy that pooled at his feet. He knew now what had to be done to ensure his continued freedom; he would slay the dark lord.

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As the council of nobles drew together in the secrecy of the throne room, a pair of beady red eyes waited in the shadows of a nearby corner. He heard their words and concerns, chuckled silently at their innate weakness. These men of power knew nothing of the ways of sword and magic, they would be useless in combating the rising threat; only the power of the sages stood in the way of Ganon's revival. And so, when the princess, the head of the sages, relinquished the floor to open debate it was at that moment the wraith made his presence know.

From the shadows he slithered, body veiled in swirling mist of dark energy. The eyes of nearby councilmen were drawn towards his imposing form, a warped image of their one-time savior. The sound of boots clapping evenly against the stone floor broke the silence of the room, the shade approaching his soon-to-be ally. "Dear princess Zelda, you do seem to have found yourself in quite a predicament." Vile lips curved into the shape of a sinister smile, narrowed eyes revealing the simple truth of their situation: He held the answers's she sought, the answers to Ganon's revival.