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Found within the Dark World by an unknown adventurer.
Insignificant fools! I have had enough of the senseless behavior that those mortals present in that other realm! I swear, by Goddesses, if I ever find myself in that world I will make it my first priority to cause those humans as much pain as possible! After taking over their world and banning their vulgar illustrations (if they could even be considered as such). Or during! Who will dare defy me, Vaati the wind sorcerer? No one, those -
[Illegible scrawlings. Inked.]
What is wrong with those humans?! By Goddesses they must have some mental defect to have such repulsive and delirious thoughts. Those images! They taint my mind and -
Why must they incessantly pair me with the Shadow of my enemy? It is almost as bad as seeing the original in its place! What is wrong with those sketchers and illustrators? I like women! Why is that so hard to believe?!
[Indecipherable gibberish, suspected to be Minish. Lasts four and a half pages.]
That is why I like women. If I cannot ever have my revenge, I will gladly take up stealing maidens again. Raiding villages was fine upon finding myself free as I roamed the country, searching feverishly for females who exhibited certain...appealing traits. The screams of terror were music to my ears, but even sweeter were the cries of maidens who knew that they were to be taken away. Encased in stone or crystal, it mattered not as I took them to my Palace of Winds and relished in the beauty I had found.
I must, for the sake of my future, I must carry out the will of the wind, guiding, speeding, reliable, unbreakable.
It carries everything.
As for the issue with Princess Zelda, that is a bit of a complicated case. First and foremost, I encased her in stone the first time I laid eyes on her. I know now that I was too blinded by my search for the Light Force back then to appreciate such loveliness. Although I do not regret my efforts for that source of power in the least.
I did not truly appreciate females until I was released from the Four Sword years later. I was free for the first time in a long while and what so happened to cross my mind? The final visages of that foolish boy, that disrespectful Ezlo, and the Princess Zelda, both in stone and flesh, that had been on my mind ever since I had been first sealed away.
Ah, Zelda. A prize worthy of myself, claimed to be wed and kept at my side. Golden, shining locks, deep pools of icy blue that held my gaze with defiance, anger, and fear. Delicate features on a face that probably smiled more than frowned, knowing nothing of hardships. Hardships that are overcome through proper planning, executed after much sweat
The perfect portrait of royal pulchritude. Untainted by reality.
I wished to see those eyes again,
Perhaps to reach out and touch that hair while whispering all of what I would to a certain green-clad swordsman with my god-like powers. Thrash him to bits as red-hot beams scorched his flesh. Fight him until he was worn down then finish the fool off. No one shall stand in my way when I seek to claim that which I desire. Including the simplest of necessities.
I lay awake at night drowning in my thoughts and I wonder about my plans. Wandering queries and unanswered findings. What would it all mean? Does my mind yield to the changes that this realm inflicts upon me? Or do I have reason to destroy these disruptive influences at all? Yes, destroy these insignificant lands and fools who dare intrude into my domain. It could be so simple to tear it all down only to build it up again with my power. Yet what would remain? Would it all be worth it in the end?
I wish it would all make sense.
I hear the winds howl outside. They whisper of many things and yet of nothing. They bring death. Or is it a warning of death? I do not know.
But as I wandered Hyrule, I grew to enjoy the freedom I had gained. So I stayed far from the castle and tormented the villages I found. Such enjoyment in their screams, their vocal apprehension of my next move as their homes burned down. Ah yes, and the young ladies who would bargain, plea, or attempt to defy me. All of their efforts were in vain. Some maidens were blessed with beauty while others held an attractive degree of power. If I was particularly lucky, I would discover a maiden with a combination of multiple aspects. From beauty to the ability to wield an impressive amount of energy. Although some of the ladies turned up empty-headed, the overall enjoyment from my endeavors was more than enough to make up for their lack of mind. Such wonderful times...
But now is not the time to idle and reflect on what has been. This new throne of mine is suitable for my place of power. After all, the most powerful sorcerer of all time deserves such a grand seat. Eventually, all of my efforts will pay off. My plans will come to fruition, and the Hyruleans will tremble at the mere mention of my name once more.
While this is all well and good, I still have a few loose ends to attend to. Several crates and bins of supplies were uncovered from a hoarding Poe. Oblivion awaits that one, but several punishments are still required to be enacted. I believe a tour of the mountains on foot should be good for some of the troops (I already shredded the misbehaving ones). Pushing those containers up to my new base will be a fine workout for them.
I did not just hear the laughter of that Wizzrobe. I did not. I refuse to believe such a thing.
They are calling me. What does it mean? The wind's breath has gone silent.
Am I going mad? There are shifts in the atmosphere I cannot grasp. Perhaps a good night's rest is all I need. But why do I feel as if I should be alert? Blasted migraines.
The wind is whispering again. It makes no sense. When does it ever in this world? Now it speaks of vile things. What is this madness? I'll try to ignore it.
To my utter annoyance several of my minions are running around the halls. The Darknuts will deal with those fools. Honestly, I should not have disobedience amongst my underlings. What does that say about me as a leader? A bad image all around. Ah, but they will be useful in time. My combat arena was recently cleared out, and I am feeling rather bored. Just two more competitors and the entertainment may begin.
There is so much to prepare for and so little time to do it all in. I will make my way back to the Proximity Point when I have ceased seething at those wretched fools. My efforts in figuring out more about their knowledge of Hyrule must continue. No sacrifice is too great when my observations could potentially bring me closer to the Light World. I will make my way back there. I swear it!
Blast it. I had nearly forgotten. Important note to self: The next time you peer into that other world, be sure to solidify the anchor spell that fetters the spirit to the flesh. Any slight miscalculation will result in a permanent out-of-body experience. Be fully awake and focus all concentration on the spell casting.
I will conquer Hyrule, completely destroy Link's descendants, and perhaps if I feel generous, I will marry the princess. She would have the honor of staying at my side and watching as my influence spreads out across the lands. I would rule the kingdom with my god-like powers! I could always hold the princess in a tower or in the castle dungeon. Darknuts and Chain and Ball Soldiers would be put in place to guard her from any self-proclaimed heroes or bumbling fools who chose to seek their death rather than obey me.
This is just a minor update while I take a break from ordering around my minions. My army. Oh how it grows in strength and numbers. I'm sending my powers out to influence the monsters in the surrounding areas so conjuring the legions won't be as necessary as it has been in these blurred past months. The mutterings and gossip about the King of Darkness have all but ceased under my command, as well. Any such talk has been deemed punishable under penalty of being thrown into the arena or death. It's funny. Most of them preferred an immediate death. Either that or they would throw themselves into various traps, snares, or environmental hazards to avoid their alternative fate. I heard that the lava flow from the mountains was a last resort for a good dozen Moblins. I have since redirected the flow for a more worthy cause.
Amongst all of the monsters under my command there are but three Dairas. They have lived hearty lives and are loyal under the condition that they be left alone in their quarters. Solitude is one matter, ears and eyes to keep watch over them is another one entirely. I can't be having any secretive traitors in my midst, now can I?
It's been proven in the arena, no one but a select few stand a chance against that trio. Two actually enjoy the thrill of combat and all three have offered to create weapons, armor, and other items of fine quality if I could provide the means to make a forge and kiln. With the excess lava flow, such a thing has been possible. It may not seem like much, but I would prefer it if my forces were more prepared for a bloodbath. Some of them would hardly stand a soak, especially against any boy who's wielding a sword drawn from a chest or pedestal.
As for my new quarters, I'm slowly getting used to the idea of dwelling in them. It isn't the Palace of Winds by no means, but it will do for the time being.
This place high in the mountains. It reminds me of Mt. Crenel in a way. Up here there is solitude and I plan to make the most of it in this wretched world. I've been practicing my transformation into my ultimate form and have gained a slightly better control over it. The Moon Pearl certainly makes things easier in that respect, but it shouldn't be this difficult in willing my transfiguration. No matter. I will improve, perfecting my skills.
Those Wizzrobes must still be unpacking - [Inked.] Blast it! Those Wizzrobes and Taurus need to be more careful with the supply bins. I must make sure that they don't foul up or steal from my gathered rations.
Why am I like this?
I can't stay. This is becoming too much of a concern. I leave now.