The Legend of Zelda,
Dreams of Hyrule
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Artifact Recovery Report
Chief Archeologist: David Rose
Dig Site: Mausoleum dating back to medieval Hyrule. Radford Peninsula.
Special Notes on Artifacts to be shipped: I think I have hit the jackpot! It appears there is another story of a legendary hero lining the walls of this tomb. It was robbed ages ago, but thankfully the grave robbers did not understand the importance of the myths on the walls. Included in the shipment are various normal artifacts; however this time we decided to ignore normal rules of preservation. We are removing the stone tablets from the walls and adding them to the shipment. Make sure to start translating immediately Marcus! We might be lucky enough to have found the next part of the legend after the Wind saga! Just think of the publicity!
Notes on condition of artifacts:
Tablets 8 and 10 are damaged by our removal; however they do not seem to contain any data regarding dungeons or adventures, so we figured not to.... ******************************************************
Professor Marcus Dale watched intently as the crates were unloaded from the back of the delivery truck. He fondled over the sheet in front of him, pressing it close to his chest in the excitement of what was in front of him. This was one of the biggest finds in a decade regarding the history of the legendary hero of Hyrule. Children and adults alike flocked to his exhibit on the hero, and he was proud of his accomplishments in bringing the story to the public. All of that for this privilege. Now, he could be the first to translate this story. Every time he had seen a tablet, it was amidst other story hungry students; there was no time to analyze, or to enjoy the story. Now Marcus could immerse himself in the ancient Hyrule language and be the first to learn of this next part of the story of the Legendary Hero.
He walked slowly into his office, passing glass cases filled with period clothes and weapons found in Hylien tombs. He walked into the central lobby, an airy exhibit hall where he kept the pride of the museums collection. There, sitting out in the open, was the sword. The Hero Sword. Lodged there in a block of steel, incapable of being moved by even the strongest of men. Along the sides of the hall were glass cases filled with talismans recovered, covered with strange markings denoting the Temples where they were recovered. He passed through another exhibit hall on his way to his office, where the photocopies of the tablets awaited him. He passed by a glass case with a boomerang in it, the supposedly enchanted one. Such things... they amazed him. His interest in the tablets continued unabated.
**** They called to him, the people of Hyrule, They called to the legend to end their suffering. He came, and then the waters of the new world receded, Revealing the old world hidden from the eyes of all but legends. The green clothed boy dried the troubles and revealed the evil. But eventually sunlight must turn to night, And evil returned. ****
Marcus looked at the papers scattered all over his office. He had taped the story to the wall in order to make room for everything, his notes scribbled underneath in whatever color pen he was carrying at the moment of translation.
**** The dark one that had been drowned beneath the waves of his own greed, Resurfaced, and brought with him his armies of old. But something went wrong. The weapons that had served the hero in his past were no longer effective. The sword no longer reflected the magic, The arrows of virtue failed to hit their mark. Something had changed, and even fate did not understand. The world was doomed to the darkness, with no hope for recovery. ****
Marcus read this over again. What did they mean the weapons no longer worked? What had happened that kept destiny from happening again? He sat down, pouring over his notes and references to other events. This is where he always got stuck. But tonight, now that he had the tablets, he refused to give up. He looked at the unusual Hylien letters and forced himself to compare them to every other letter and word he had known. Before long the effects of several bourbons had set in, and he found himself hovering his head only inches above the papers on his desk. Soon, his eyes closed, and he felt himself losing consciousness. Sleep overcame him.
Then, he began to dream.
He felt himself leaving his body, traveling back down the corridors of the museum. The tablets came into view... then the world became fuzzy.
A boy walked into a Mausoleum, alone and carrying a wooden sword and shield.
Dreams of Hyrule
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Artifact Recovery Report
Chief Archeologist: David Rose
Dig Site: Mausoleum dating back to medieval Hyrule. Radford Peninsula.
Special Notes on Artifacts to be shipped: I think I have hit the jackpot! It appears there is another story of a legendary hero lining the walls of this tomb. It was robbed ages ago, but thankfully the grave robbers did not understand the importance of the myths on the walls. Included in the shipment are various normal artifacts; however this time we decided to ignore normal rules of preservation. We are removing the stone tablets from the walls and adding them to the shipment. Make sure to start translating immediately Marcus! We might be lucky enough to have found the next part of the legend after the Wind saga! Just think of the publicity!
Notes on condition of artifacts:
Tablets 8 and 10 are damaged by our removal; however they do not seem to contain any data regarding dungeons or adventures, so we figured not to.... ******************************************************
Professor Marcus Dale watched intently as the crates were unloaded from the back of the delivery truck. He fondled over the sheet in front of him, pressing it close to his chest in the excitement of what was in front of him. This was one of the biggest finds in a decade regarding the history of the legendary hero of Hyrule. Children and adults alike flocked to his exhibit on the hero, and he was proud of his accomplishments in bringing the story to the public. All of that for this privilege. Now, he could be the first to translate this story. Every time he had seen a tablet, it was amidst other story hungry students; there was no time to analyze, or to enjoy the story. Now Marcus could immerse himself in the ancient Hyrule language and be the first to learn of this next part of the story of the Legendary Hero.
He walked slowly into his office, passing glass cases filled with period clothes and weapons found in Hylien tombs. He walked into the central lobby, an airy exhibit hall where he kept the pride of the museums collection. There, sitting out in the open, was the sword. The Hero Sword. Lodged there in a block of steel, incapable of being moved by even the strongest of men. Along the sides of the hall were glass cases filled with talismans recovered, covered with strange markings denoting the Temples where they were recovered. He passed through another exhibit hall on his way to his office, where the photocopies of the tablets awaited him. He passed by a glass case with a boomerang in it, the supposedly enchanted one. Such things... they amazed him. His interest in the tablets continued unabated.
**** They called to him, the people of Hyrule, They called to the legend to end their suffering. He came, and then the waters of the new world receded, Revealing the old world hidden from the eyes of all but legends. The green clothed boy dried the troubles and revealed the evil. But eventually sunlight must turn to night, And evil returned. ****
Marcus looked at the papers scattered all over his office. He had taped the story to the wall in order to make room for everything, his notes scribbled underneath in whatever color pen he was carrying at the moment of translation.
**** The dark one that had been drowned beneath the waves of his own greed, Resurfaced, and brought with him his armies of old. But something went wrong. The weapons that had served the hero in his past were no longer effective. The sword no longer reflected the magic, The arrows of virtue failed to hit their mark. Something had changed, and even fate did not understand. The world was doomed to the darkness, with no hope for recovery. ****
Marcus read this over again. What did they mean the weapons no longer worked? What had happened that kept destiny from happening again? He sat down, pouring over his notes and references to other events. This is where he always got stuck. But tonight, now that he had the tablets, he refused to give up. He looked at the unusual Hylien letters and forced himself to compare them to every other letter and word he had known. Before long the effects of several bourbons had set in, and he found himself hovering his head only inches above the papers on his desk. Soon, his eyes closed, and he felt himself losing consciousness. Sleep overcame him.
Then, he began to dream.
He felt himself leaving his body, traveling back down the corridors of the museum. The tablets came into view... then the world became fuzzy.
A boy walked into a Mausoleum, alone and carrying a wooden sword and shield.