Ganondorf sat in his dark cage, dreading an eternity in captivity.
"Master." A voice spoke.
"What?" Ganondorf gasped, recognizing the voice
"You're alive?" He asked, rising to his feet.
"Yes, thanks to a new power from a dead sage." The voice responded.
"Who?" Ganondorf questioned.
"I don't know, but I have another soul to deliver."
"Good." Ganon cackled. A blue glow rose in front of him.
"The Zora." He mumbled, taking the soul into his hands.
"Yes," the voice responded.
"Now, the sheikah."
