Authors Note- Hey everyone! Short chapter this time, but it seemed to be a good cutting off point, so yeah. I promise I will get Chapter three up soon!
Monster: Chapter Two
Link looked around him, startled. How did he get here? Where was he? He looked around him carefully, observing his surroundings. He was in a sort of temple, standing on a small pedestal with the Triforce and a curious emblem adorning it. Ahead of him was a table, made out of the same marble material the rest of the temple was, with a jet black top. Writing was inscribed on it, a language he instinctively recognized as Ancient Hylian. He had run across the language occasionally during his quest, and he assumed the Hero's spirit within him gave him the ability to recognize and read the obscure language, having learned it himself.
Before he had a chance to inspect the writing, a noise drew his attention behind him. He reached for his weapon instinctively, but his hand grasped nothing but air. Before he could make any other decision, a person walked in the entrance. He was dressed in a tunic that looked like an exact copy of the Hero's Tunic Link wore. The visitor himself actually looked exactly like Link, except he was close to ten years old. He was small, definitely a child, but he had numerous scratches and tears on his clothes and skin. Link also noticed a slight hardness in his eyes, underscored by confusion, and most of all, exhaustion.
What intrigued Link the most was the visitor made no reaction to Link's presence. Instead, he simply walked forward, heedless of the person in his path. Realizing he wouldn't move, Link jumped away from the stranger at the last minute, but the boy kept moving forward to the black-topped table. From this angle Link saw he had a small sword that clearly made for a child, and a wooden shield accompanying it. Curiosity overwhelmed him and he approached the boy carefully. "H-hello?" he asked. The boy did not respond. "Hello?" Link called a little louder. The boy still gave no response.
Finally the boy stopped at the table. Link stopped right behind him. From this distance, he could read the inscribed writing, "Ye who owns three Spiritual Stones stand with the Ocarina of Time and play the Song of Time" Link was confused. The Ocarina of Time had been lost long ago, how could this kid have found it? His train of thought was cut off when three objects flew from the boy's person. One was a green stonewith gold around it in a swirling pattern, yet another was a red stone embedded in a solid V of gold, and the last was three pearls of a blue stone connected by gold. These three objects flew into the air and settled into three indentations on the black table. Still confused, Link looked back at the boy, and was shocked. A small flute-like item was in his hands, which looked exactly like the one Zelda had given him, but this one had a strange aura surrounding it. It radiated a power that Link was unfamiliar with, something he had never encountered before.
Suddenly the room around them melted into a pure white fog. A figure appeared in front of them, a young girl dressed in regal clothes, holding the same instrument. She appeared to be talking to the boy, then played a strange tune. The feeling that swept through Link when it was played was one he had never experienced before; in fact he didn't know if there was a name for the feeling. Time stood still, then rushed forward impossibly fast, then slowed to a crawl, all in the same moment. And suddenly he and the boy were back in the temple, not knowing if the experience was real or in his head.
Whether the stranger harbored any confusion over the experience, he did well in hiding it. He played the song the girl had taught, and the feeling that swept over Link came again, but it seemed amplified by the place they were in and by the power housed within the stones. The notes echoed off the walls and other surfaces in the room, all overlapping into a strange otherworldly choir. A loud sound rang out from in front of them, and a large stone slab adorned with a hieroglyphic similar to the one on Link's Hylian shield slid open, revealing another room behind it. Once the sound of stone sliding over stone faded, so did the phenomena of echoing song notes, though the strange choir remained.
Feeling a little dazed, Link followed the boy up the steps and through the doorway into the next room. Inside was only an octagonal room, with the only notable feature being a large pedestal that gradually receded until it reached an altar adorned with the Triforce, with a strangely familiar sword embedded in it. As he approached the altar, realization came crashing back on him. That was the Master Sword! How could it be here, wherever here was? As he struggled to solve the riddles swirling in his head, he watched the boy approach the sword, awe painted on his face. As he reached for the sacred blade, blue energy radiated from the ground, blinding Link, then his world went dark.
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Link awoke gasping for breath, drenched from his sleeping in the shallow pool. He remembered brooding here in Faron's spring, then suddenly feeling very tired and falling asleep, and then having that strange dream. It didn't feel like a dream, it was too clear, too precise. It felt more like a vision. But a vision of what?
As he pondered what he saw while he slept he felt a gentle nudge from behind him. Turning around, he saw it was Epona. He glanced up at the sun; he had been asleep for the better part of the day. She must be getting restless. He rubbed her mane absentmindedly, speaking partly to her, partly to himself. "If what I saw was a vision, what was it a vision of? It couldn't have been of the future. I've never seen anywhere like that, except for the Temple of Time, but there were too many differences for it to be there." Thoroughly confused, Link mounted Epona, and directed her away from the spring. He may not know now, but he would find out what he saw meant.
While the Hero of Twilight rode off, deep in thought, Faron relished in her success. The troubled Hero had been successfully distracted from his troubles, and would no doubt spend a good deal of time attempting to solve the riddle of his dream. Faron knew there was only one person who could give the Hero his answer, and could help him with his troubled spirit, and she hoped he would seek her out soon.
AN- Again, sorry for the short chapter, I will get a new one up soon. Reviews helpful and appreciated! Thanks!