Koopa was unsure of this. He knew the Other was powerful enough, but he didn't know if the Other could be trusted. He was too weak in this nacent state, though, and this was his best chance. If those guardians of the Mushroom Kingdom caught wind of this act, let alone his grand scheme or even the fact that the mirror he was about to use still existed him and his son would be executed without trial. Koopa, too impatient to bide the years growing stronger, decided that this is what needed to be done. He must step foot in the Dark Realm and find Ganon.
With the last shattered fragment put back into place the mirror was finally ready to use. Koopa's son had been doing all the unpleasant grunt work for the past twenty years. Although Koopa was not one to love easliy, he loved his son. His son had brought him back to life, afterall. He even put this portal together.
Koopa looked forward, straight into the mirror, and saw naught himself. The mirror was screaming at him; hissing; begging to be entered. He saw nothing. He saw void and darkness. It was perfect, he thought. He took a deep breath and took his step.
But now it was silent. The air felt like fire. It was as if all of his bodily heat was trying to escape. Almost as if it were trying to burst out of his skin. Koopa actually enjoyed this feeling, though. What bothered him more than anything was the fact that he could not see. Everything but himself was black. He, in fact, was shining. As brilliant as the sun, almost. Although being from hell itself, Koopa was still from the realm of light. A being of light. And although it was as if a star had just taken its step through the portal, there was still only black. Nothing to behold but the shadow of another realm. Pure darkness. A perfect place for the Hell Beast, Dark Lord Bowser, he thought. He wished his son were here to share in this joy.
What lay in front of Koopa was a desert. A black desert full of hate and rage. He had come to the right place. Ganon must be here.
