The Triforce. A legendary object made by the Godesses countless millennia ago. It had the power to grant any wish its holder desired. This wish, however, came with a price.

Once the holder of the Triforce uses his wish, the Golden Power separates into three pieces, each one going to its Goddess's chosen champion. the top triangle belonged to Din, the Goddess of Power. It went to the most powerful person in the Kingdom of Hyrule. The lower right was owned by Nyaru, the Goddess of Wisdom. This piece went to the most wise. The third piece of the Triforce went to the Goddess of Courage, Farore's champion.

The Triforce desired to be whole, so time and time again, it brought its holders together, continuing a cycle that has occurred since the Triforce was created. However, despite what even it believed, it was never truly whole, for legend tells of a fourth Golden Power. It does not have a name, nor a goddess, it was not even meant to be made, but it is said, that if it binds with the rest of its kind, the Triforce would truly be whole and its wielder would become more powerful then any deity or demon Hyrule had ever known.

Shannon stood on the coast of his small island on the edge of the Great Sea, watching the waves as they crashed onto the shore. He loved the ocean, with its calming sound, the feel of the sea breeze as it messed up his golden hair. He would come outside every day to watch the sun rise and set over the endless expanse of water. he was he looked up from his waves to the sun just to see it kiss the horizon.

He sighed, remembering when he was a small child with his mom and they would watch the sunset together. He missed his parents. they had crash landed on this island many years previous, while his mother was still pregnant with him. She and his father built the house he lived in now and and soon as he could walk, they taught him to survive. They were completely happy with their lives, until Shannon's parents were killed by scrawny, humanoid, pig-like figures. Shannon still didn't understand how he survived the creatures at the age of five, but he preferred not to think about it. It made his head hurt.

When the sun made its last dip under the ocean, Shannon stared a few seconds longer, and returned to the hut his parents had made. He quickly prepared the bed of grass he had made the week before and lay down on it. He quickly fell asleep. He had worked hard that day.

Darkness... darkness surrounded Shannon. Where am I? he thought to himself. He looked around trying to make sense of where he was when he hear a deep laughter.

"Did that fool of a hero think he could kill me?" the voice said, "A simple sword to the head can't kill the King of Evil!"

Shannon couldn't tell where the voice came from. It sounded to be all around him, but it filled him with a deep, cold fear. this was the voice of someone evil. Someone evil who should be dead, but for some reason, Shannon found himself wanting to find this person. He also wanted to kill this person.

The voice continued, "You should have known the sword's power would die with you, Link!"

This last word caught Shannon off guard, not from the venom which it had been spoken with, but the name itself.

Link was his father's name.

Shannon woke up groggily, not bolt upright like you would expect after the dream he had. It was still dark, obviously the middle of the night. He sat up slowly, the dream playing over and over in his still-starting-up mind.

What did it mean? Who was that man? How did he know his dad? These questions and more danced through his mind as he noticed that the room was dimly lit up. He looked out the window to see if the sun was rising. It wasn't. He placed a finger on his lips, as he did when he thought, which brought him to notice that the light was coming from his hand. He held out his hand to observe it, seeing that there was now a symbol of three yellow triangles, touching at the points, forming another upside-down triangle in the middle. This middle triangle was glowing brighter then the others, almost golden.

"Whoa," was all he could say.

He sat there, staring at the symbol on the back of his hand until he noticed that the sun was coming up.

"I must find that man," he decided. He knew it probably wasn't smart, but this man was the only person Shannon thought could tell him what the symbol meant. He decided he would leave this island and find that man, or at least someone else who could educate him on the marking.

"Why did I think this was a good idea?" Shannon said to no one as he sat over his third attempt at a "raft," if you could call them that. It had been two weeks since Shannon had the dream, and he had tried almost non-stop to build a raft to get off of the island. Unfortunately, that was the one thing his parents hadn't taught him.

He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger until he noticed the mark on his hand yet again.

"Of course!" he stood up quickly, scaring off some nearby seagulls and making himself light-headed. After he recovered his sight and balance, he went over his plan in his head. His mother had told him about three Golden Triangles, each with its own special powers. Maybe this one could get him off of the island!

Shannon closed his eyes and wished to get of the island and go anywhere else. The island his father always told him he lived on came to mind.

"Take me there," he whispered to the triangle. He opened his eyes. Nothing.

Shannon was irked, to put it lightly. He kicked the ground, raising a cloud of sand, and stomped back to his hut. He stopped in front of the entrance trying to think of what to do next, when he felt a cold breeze. He felt cool breezes all the time, but a cold breeze could only mean one thing. A storm, and a big one at that.