Ganon

Ganon could never forget the first time he felt the wind in Central Hyrule against his skin. It was nothing like the harsh deserts of the Gerudo, where the most pleasant thing the wind brought was sand. No, instead, Central Hyrule was like a sanctuary, with its rolling hills and green fields as far as the eye could see, flowers dotting the landscape and filling the air with sweet-smelling pollen. He could never forget the rage he felt at the unfairness of it all. Why should the Hylians have to live such mild-mannered lives while he was raised in the harsh desert climate with the rest of the Gerudo?