Chapter 4
OOC: Sry for the late delay in story updates I have been busy with school and such, so here is chapter four.
Looking up, dazed as a poe hit with a ray of sunlight, Gannon reassessed his options and actions.
Slowly he said to himself "Ok, Don't touch the pretty gold plate" as he looked at where the plate had been. The area was completely littered with arrow fragments and blood from his leg was slowly trickling from a graze he caught as he ran from the plate. Somehow the plate had been shot so many times it barely even resembled a gold plate but at that time another pedestal rose above the first one and replaced it. The entire room seemed to divulge itself and within moments all of the arrows were gone the plate was missing and another one had taken its predecesors place.
Slowly limping to an upright position he soon realized that this is no temple, not even a large burial tomb. He had heard the stories, he had heard all the tales as a small boy in the Gerudo camp listening to his teachers as they told elaborate stories, stories of a large tomb that housed a non-existant Triforce piece, a piece that was rumored to contain such powers that would drive a man insane with power and would use the body of that man to rule the land of Hyrule.
What Gannon did not know, is that in the temple, he was not alone. From the time he had ported in and broken the seal on the temple to gain entrance there was someone following in his footsteps, learning from his mistakes, achieving all of his goals at the ease of knowing in prior, and having the knowledge prior to he of the existence of the the Triforce of Terror.
Gannon could barely find the strength after that close call to get up and continue on, with his powers gone his trials were much more difficult than they had been when his powers were in his command. Now, he needed to find the way to a non booby-trapped item and room so that he could effectively steal from. And for some reason his instinct kept reminding him that he was being watched and he though he was getting false readings from his powers being nulled. But he does not know how wrong he is for ignoring his instinct.
As well as for the cut on his leg he had taken a strong shot of a broadtip arrow to the chest, luckly on a medallion, that bounced off. Now he has the reverse of the medallion imprinted onto his large muscular chest like a tattoo of sleeping funny and getting the pattern of the material you were sleeping on carved into your arm or face.
Using his good leg he pulled his broken body forward deeper into the laberynth of tunnels and caverns of the mountain, going closer and closer to the item that may one day completely destroy the rest of the world. Not even regarding this as a imminent threat was deadly and the effects of his carelessness would be long lived and no-one could stop it until it was already too late. Link, now grown into a man of significant age, could not pull the mastersword to reverse time. Though the sages of the temples could probably have some effect on the