“His malignant laughter echoed throughout the desert and a shadow covered the land."-DJ pon3 _The Legend Of Link
Ganon Blinked. It was all he could see right now- the sky, the distant clouds, and even despite the half shade of the haggard Acacia which loomed above him, the overwhelming brightness, No wait… there was more.
Now a gaunt Scorpion lumbered its way across one of the few branches above him, its black armor gleaming in the sun's light. His head throbbed.
He let out a pained groan as he attempted to raise himself to a seated position.
Why do I feel so weird… he wondered, as well as What is this place?
Slowly, and despite the blistering heat and the accursed brightness, his senses began to clear.
The details of the environment and his situation began to register. He was in a desert, and not his own, no he knew that one far too well. This sand was too soft, and the sun, no dapple of shade could block out the glittering rays, the sun was wrong. The place seemed empty, but Ganon knew better than that, it was teaming with life, he glanced at the Scorpion, it wouldn't live alone, not without something for it to hunt, and not without something to hunt it. All the same, the wind blew, and with no signs of other life.
Ugg
It was impossible to think… his head throbbed, his mouth was dry…
Water, water was the secret to life in the desert, water and the knowledge of how to get it, and how to keep it. And as powerful as Ganon was, and as much as he sought to be the master of all power, he knew he was nothing without that burbling source of life, in the desert water was power.
Ha, the Great King of Evil defeated by something as mere as a desert. No, he would not let himself be defeated by something as simple as that… He would not underestimate the desert. It was enough that he had underestimated that boy… The boy!
Every part of his plan had come together perfectly. He had the triforce in a single room, they were resonating and preparing to reline, a moment he had waited for seven years, or more. The princess and the fairy boy, who would have thought. The boy was all alone, the miasma saw to that... It was just me, and him, and… I should have won, I knew I would with near infinite power at my disposal, and yet… he bested me, how? And yet… I'm still here. No. No the boy hasn't won yet.
He stood up, or attempted to as he “stood” his legs buckled and he crashed back to the ground.
Muttering a curse under his breath, he looked up from where he’d face-planted into the sand. What was wrong? He glanced down at himself, wondering why exactly his limbs felt all wrong and his center of gravity had changed and why….well, why he couldn’t even stand on his own two feet anymore.
His jaw dropped.
Where he was used to seeing….well, his own body, he seemed to have taken on an equine form. His arms and legs had turned into four furry, hoofed limbs. His robes were still in place, but his purse seemed to have turned into some type of saddlebag. “ACCURSED HYLIA WHY AM I A HORSE?!“ He thought, leaping to his feet--er, hooves. Now that he knew...well, what was wrong, he seemed to be able to keep his balance. Wobbling slightly, he balanced on his back legs….all four felt, unnatural.
Something was seriously wrong here. He needed to figure out what was happening…..now. This was all way too strange! What was the last thing he could remember, how had he gotten here?
The spell, that had to be it! Something one of his lieutenants had shown him, he had laughed in their face to even think he would need it, but it had its use.
The boy would never beat him, not with the infinite cycle of attempts that such a spell provided.
He glanced at the unfamiliar desert, it had been unexpectedly powerful; only meant to bend time, it seemed to have bent space as well. He looked down at the strange shadow cast by his unfamiliar form, apparently more than that.
Perhaps some other power resonated with the magic between that and the full power of the triforce clashing, cascading within that single room.
Unchecked magic could bring any number of possibilities.
He glanced toward the north and east, channeling his power to enhance his vision, he perceived a glimmering tower atop a regal mountain. This was a different world entirely, with its own magic, and its own power, he could feel it as a knot in his chest. It would be his. Hyrule, this unknown land, and infinite realities. It would all be his.
He gazed at his hoof, the triforce was still with him; all he had to do was want, and the power would come. He reached out to the source, the raging gatha of magic that existed all around. It still existed in this world, if covered in a thin film of … something else… It was different, if something else.
Still that same elemental force of existence that originated from the goddesses and permuted the rhythm of everything was there. That was it, magic was a song, and this place only sang in a different mode. But both stuck on the major scale, both could be bent with the dark energies of the Phrygian and the Eldredge. He reached out, and he could feel his forces, even in his weekend state he could call upon his power, and he could call his followers. He would call a silent war down on this land, on every land. By the time the curse called the boy and the princess into this land, Hylia curse them both, it would be too late.