During his reign, Zelda's father was a keen collector of fine art: art was his passion, whether it be on canvas or pedestal. Thus, he utilised the brightly-lit open space of the Castle Gallery to showcase his collection.
Since his passing, his daughter has carefully preserved his lifelong passion within the white marble walls of the Gallery, sometimes even opening the space for public exhibitions. However, on this hazy summer evening, the room is heavily guarded and secured from floor to ceiling. At the centre, a glass case resting on a tower, containing the most valuable exhibit the collection has to offer: a dazzling yellow Medallion.
Brutus's eyelids grow heavy as the flickering flames of the braziers burn through the night. His Commander had posted him and another of his comrades at the Gallery entrance, with firm orders to apprehend intruders. Rumours spread across town of a dastardly pair of thieves who had slaughtered a local auctioneer in his sleep while seeking one particular treasure. It was the duty of the Royal Hylian Forces to prevent them from fulfilling their malevolent wishes.
The soldier's eyelids begin to droop when a slight movement catches his eyes. He jumps to attention and surveys the immediate area. The gaunt faces of regal ancestry hang above him, closely monitoring at all times. Slightly uneased by their phantasmal gaze, Brutus grips his spear and turns to his colleague. Instead, he is greeted by a bleeding soldier lying still beneath a marble statue.
Brutus turns pale; his eyes dart from side to side; his spear is poised in the attack position. "Show yourself!"
A club to the back of the head knocks him down to the floor, where he lies unconscious beside his comrade. A cloaked figure materialises, pitilessly stepping over its victim in pursuit of the real conquest.
The Light Medallion shimmers enticingly behind the glass. The intruder renounces his hood and gazes upon its divine surface. He places his hands on either side of the case and lifts the lid. He plucks the Medallion from the case. Cold to the touch, he runs his fingers along its edge. The finish rubs away, painting his fingertip yellow, revealing the iron core underneath. Huh?
"That's right," Ningan's voice echoes through the Gallery as he lands beside the intruder. "It's a fake."
The thief scowls and tosses the decoy angrily over his shoulder. Ningan paces in a circle, observing the gradual reddening of his bald head.
"You must be Sakon." he concludes. "Yes, I hear you're infamous around these parts. But you're not the man I'm looking for."
"You'll never catch me alive!" he screeches and bolts for the exit. Before he can escape, he finds the corridor blocked by the nimble ninja.
"Where's your accomplice?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Sakon retorts.
"You broke out of jail last night with the help of an outsider." Ningan explains knowledgably. "Now, you can either painlessly surrender his location to me here without fuss, or I can order your arrest and you can be interrogated back in your cell."
The crook hesitates before throwing a punch. Ningan grapples his fist, twists it, throwing his opponent to the ground. Sakon struggles beneath the weight of the ninja's boot.
"Not much of a fighter, are you?" Ningan smirks and snaps his fingers. "Guards!"
A fierce bright light blinds the thief. He shields his eyes as a brigade of soldiers approach him. Ningan lifts his foot from the suspect's spine, allowing for the guards to grab him by the forearms and drag him to the Dungeons.