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It has come to my attention that many do not take my stance as a malevolent Wind Sorcerer seriously. While festering away in this wretched place, I took it upon myself to find a way back to Hyrule after the incident involving the Shadow Links, Ganon, and that foul, accursed blade: the Four Sword. Those fools on the other side probably believe I died back then. The connections that palace had to the Dark World may have allowed me to escape, but I suffered for it. It is true, the Dark World warps one's physical appearance to reflect one's inner-most qualities. However, remaining a giant flying eyeball until my Hylian form was available once more was far more irritable than waiting inside the Four Sword for some hapless fool to free me.
It is in my ultimate form that I have the least restraint in power, but it's cursed by the sacrifice of my usual self-control. This world amplified both effects and so I was left to blindly scour the realm, feasting upon any unfortunate being that crossed my path. By Goddesses I still taste Rhinobird and Moblin blood. If the old fool were to see this world's effects upon me, he would surely mock me.
As luck would have it, I stumbled upon the key to end my blurry days. Ever since acquiring the Moon Pearl, I have regained command in changing my form. It was peculiar in hue though. I had been used to Moon Pearls being a shade of blue and not as pink as Hylian flesh. I couldn't find a Moon Gate to test it with, but it serves at least one decent purpose in keeping my sanity in check.
There are many reasons humans are so feeble. For one, they are physically weak. Minish are even weaker, but humans are too reckless and die easily. Being a powerful sorcerer, I have the pleasure of outliving them. But when I returned from my ultimate form, I found myself in need of some healing arts, something I was just able to manage with my power drained from staying as a giant floating eye for Goddess-knows how long.
As it was, my Hylian body needed weeks to repair. Every day I thought back to the day I was freed from my prison to the moment those insignificant pests gave the final blow and apparently killed me.
May you rot in the netherworld, you pathetic little swordsman.
Ironic, but who cares? Talking to yourself isn't at all healthy and writing seems to be the only thing I can do lately without showing signs of going mad.
There was no telling how much time had passed since coming to this mirror world when my feet landed on solid ground once more. I immediately set out for some accommodations and settled in, using most of my time to find a way back to Hyrule where my vengeance would be realized one way or another.
Although in my attempts to breach the Light World, I came upon an interesting discovery. It seems that the worlds of Hyrule and the Minish are not the only realms bordering this one. I stored the information on these various realms in the scrolls aligning my quarters for future reference. If I can not get back to Hyrule, I have other routes of progress to turn to. Not that I won't use everything within, and outside, my power to go back to Hyrule. The poor maidens might miss me if I'm gone for too long.
Ah, the fair maidens of Hyrule. I almost wish I could escape this wretched realm just to begin my collection anew, starting with a trophy bride. Almost. The risk of being sealed again or slain before my plans for assault are finished is highly undesirable. I am not one eager to fall upon the blade of my enemy. That last battle involving the Four Sword was too close to permanently killing me.
Which reminds me, I really must find out what happened to the Sorcerer's Cap. I bet that old sage took it with him to the Minish world. Oh the things I would do to him if I met that traitor ever again. He never believed in me. He called me a fool; called my form vile. Why he -
[Indecipherable gibberish. Lasts two pages.]
What Is this? This language is unfamiliar to me, yet… Why do I feel as if I should remember what this is?
No matter. I can attempt piecing this mystery together at a later time.
As for the realms, I'm close to reaching out towards a new one. I should be able to temporarily possess someone close to the overlapping proximity of the Elemental Sanctuary in Hyrule and perhaps use them as a relay point to catch a glimpse of what's there. If not, searching the mind of the poor soul should suffice. That realm is quite peculiar in that its connection to the Dark World by itself is unstable, but it has a solid tie nevertheless. It's almost as if it has more bridges that cannot be seen, making this new realm able to contact this world easily. Further study of is needed.
It's nearly time for my last meal before resting. I really must find something edible before I starve, waiting is not an option. Everywhere I look I see nothing but tainted sources of what most would call "food" in this realm. From the highest mountains to the deepest pools of water I have searched. The mirrored Cuccos are nothing but bones, there are trees that expel bombs when hit, and all the luxuries of the Light World are gone. Crops are few and too far in-between and anything that could pass for food ends up attacking me. It's a simple matter to destroy the pests, but I would rather not have my meal bite back.
With all that I've seen, it's no wonder I had resorted to the likes of Rhinobirds and Moblins; there's absolutely nothing to eat unless one kills for it. I have no problems in doing just that, but I should not have to scavenge off the land just to survive. I am the most powerful sorcerer to have ever lived! I deserve better than this! I already miss being sealed away. At least eating was not a concern.
What am I writing? I am the wind! I'm free to do as I please. Those cretins out there should be following my orders, not waiting around for the "King of Darkness" to come back to them! I should have a palace in the sky, servants at my disposal, and maidens in my possession until they start screaming. At that point the women shall be crystallized or stoned, locked away in one of my dungeons if they're important enough. A few decorations around my throne room would be nice, but if any little heroes decide to show up I would rather not destroy any of the maidens' casings from a deflected spell.
Stupid boy. The power was right there. The princess was right there! Everything I had been searching for was within reach.
How in the Goddesses' names did that boy defeat three Darknuts before the final chime?
I swear, Hyrule has not seen the last of me. That little hero and his descendants will pay dearly. Until then, my fury grows as does my power.
[Indecipherable gibberish. Lasts three and a half pages.]
A few Cyclops Fish garnished with Picket Plant and Snapdragon.
Goddesses, what I do to survive. I never had to worry about this sealed away in the Four Sword.