Thread: The Wrong Hands (PazzoXLunlun)

The Arch Sorcerer sulked upon his opulent obsidian throne, his massive, ebony black hands cradling his troubled brow. Gannon stood up and sneered at the gorgeous ruby red triangular crystal hovering but a few feet away above a waist high crystal spire. He stood up, his satin black silver trimmed robes rustling around him angrily. At 7ft 300lbs His is an imposing figure, A heavily muscled ebony black skinned man with close cropped, coppery red hair. A golden symbol glowed slightly on his forehead, reflecting off the carved amethyst surfaces of the walls and floor... He could almost be considered handsome, if not for the animal like rage marring his face with a scowl... His voice was a deep, rich baritone Hyrule will be mine... He growled angrily, rumbling deep and low in his chest. Zelda will kneel at my feet, and Link's remains will be fed to my pets... He gestured to the huge crystal orb that dominated the center of the room, filled with an oily black mist that flowed and eddied, seemingly alive. every now and then, a large craggy skinned ocktoroc, or a sickly pale blue moblin could almost be seen within... Almost This was where he stored his minions, and this is where they waited to be summoned, to do their masters bidding... But alas, every time he summons them, That fool protector of the princess Link manages to destroy them... It was infuriating, to be constantly Thwarted by that puny Hylian... If only Gannon had more power... A weapon of the same strength as Link's sword.... If only.... He howled at his faintly glowing ceiling in frustration, and smashed his powerful fist into the floor, sending chips of amethyst flying in all directions. Breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring, he stood up slowly. He spun around, his robes flailing about his muscular frame. He glared at the hovering red crystal again. It floated silently, pulsing and glowing an ominous red. Perhaps he could create such a weapon himself, or rather... He snapped his fingers once, a flash of hot blue sparks followed by a wisp of smoke coming from them.A shimmering doorway opened in front of him, a portal to another location in his mountain hideaway. His personal library. The black walls were cylindrical in shape, about 40feet in diameter. They were lined with all manner of shelves for dusty tomes, cracked leather bound books of impossible age, and dry crackling scrolls covered in dust. These shelves stretched up to an impossible height, the ceiling, if there was one, was lost to a faintly glowing blue mist. He began tossing books this way and that, howling in frustration yet again He grabbed a large and impossibly ancient leather bound book trimmed in gold filigree, its cover worn with age... He hoisted it up, as if to throw it, but stopped suddenly, his golden eyes softened, scanning the ancient writing on its binding. Gannon swiped the table clean with one pass of his mighty arm, sending plates, a silver scale, countless books, and several scrolls tumbling to the floor. He slammed the book upon it, and quickly opened it, his face grinning an evil, predatory grin. He came to the chapter he wanted. He looked up to the ceiling and roared in a maniacal laughter. The chapter was a chronological listing of all appearances of The Master Sword which was Link's fabled weapon. His eyes scanned the page intently. For four days straight he looked indexes and other tomes, confirming his findings. This time there would be no stopping him. Gannon began to climb the ornate carved ivory staircase that lined the walls of the tower, digging through shelves as he passed. About an hour later from all of this rummaging, He found what he was after. A dust covered box made from ebony. Inside of it was a magic artifact, an hourglass that could be used to open a doorway back in time... He had never know of its existence. Had he simply had patience and mental fortitude, he could have easily defeated Link and ruled all of Hyrule, as was his birthright... He referenced the dates in his books one last time, and with a howl of mad laughter, began to chant in an ancient and forbidden tongue. At the conclusion of his chant, he smashed the hourglass to the floor, and was enveloped in a foul red mist... The mist dissipated quickly, and where Gannon had stood there was nothing. The library stood vacant. The magical blue candles gutter silently, bathing the room in their pale azure light. The sound of the cold wind howled as it traveled up the library, bouncing off of its shelves. Suddenly, where Gannon had stood before, a great red fire erupted, its blast bathing the entire room in its infernal heat. Books and scrolls were blown from shelves, their pages smoldering, lying in cluttered heaps upon the floor. The flame evaporated, and the red mist dissipated in the faint breeze of the library's atmosphere. There he stood, grinning evilly as the remnants of the crimson mist licked up his fame to disappear. In Gannon's hands lie a gorgeous weapon of legend. The Skyward Sword was now his... A deep. low growl of satisfaction rumbled from his chest as he admired and considered the weapon, turning it over in his hands, running his fingers over its engravings... It felt oddly warm, almost as if it was.... Alive somehow...