It is time...

Ganondorf smiled a predatory grin that would have made most people flinch. He stood on his balcony, listening to the music and laughter drifting up from the hall below. Further afield, the city of Castletown slept.

Sleep on, Hylians, he thought. The hour of your doom approaches.

Tomorrow, the sun would rise to behold a smoldering ruin as ashes drifted on the wind like snow. The Hylians were so sure of their stone walls, of the protection it gave them. They ate, and they drank, so certain of the future and so confident that no power would dare rise up against them.

Ganondorf would prove them wrong.

Everything is going just according to plan, Ganondorf seized the mask's power again to make himself visible as Gerudo with torches hopped through the portal. None of them seemed to be too surprised to see Ganondorf appear in their midst. All he had to do now was use his magic to simultaneously touch the minds of all the Gerudo in the castle. They would know what to do.

It is time to strike while they are stuffing themselves like pigs for the slaughter.

Ganondorf spoke to his gathering minions. "Today I will avenge the blood of my family. I will avenge the blood of the ones who cursed us and blighted our home. Let us show them just how much their beloved Goddesses really care about them. The history of Hyrule has always been written in blood and so shall it always be."

What is this favor you want?" Koume asked.

"It would seem that Nabooru may need to be reminded of where her loyalties should lie. I want you to spy on her. When I send her back to the fortress in three days, follow her."

"We can do that," said Kotake. "What do you want us to do if she turns traitor?"

Ganondorf replied to that in an icy tone colder than any ice spell Kotake could conjure. "Deal with her as you see fit."

"Isn't she your wife?" Koume asked. "I know she cannot bear a child anymore but-"

"That no longer concerns me," Ganondorf cut in. All emotion left his voice as he spoke quietly, "Not anymore."