Gannon watched the sleeping princess. Her chest rose and fell jerkily, the injury in her side causeing her breath to flutter.
Soon she will wake... soon.
He brushed golden hair away from her eyes, thinking about his earlier battle with Sheik.
Zelda just vanished. A spell, no doubt, but how did Sheik know where we were?
His thoughts took him in circles. He fan a finger over the swollen bridge of his nose.
Zelda could have told Sheik where she was going... but for Sheik to know she was going to bring me to Death Mountain...
His hand stopped moving over Zelda's forehead. He pulled back, disgusted with himself. She had just become even more of an enemy to him.
She had to know I would be in the Lost Woods.
Gannon swore loudly in the ancient Gerudo language and stood. He had to go back to the Fortress.
If Zelda knew I would anticipate her...
He couldn't push crazy thoughts from his mind as he closed the hidden door behind him. He hurried down the stairs and out through a secret passage not even Nabooru knew about.
His armor sat where he had left it. He began gearing himself, mind racing.
Someone else could know where she is...
Nabooru could take care of the Temple if anyone tried to get in. He had total faith in her.
If they attack the Gerudos...
That wouldn't matter, the Gerudos were all theives and assassins. They would win any attack.
Gannon stared out over the desert, fully armed. He called his horse, and the black stallion came running, sweat coating it's ebony body.
As Gannon mounted, a wild thought sliced through all else.
What if the Hero somehow lived?
