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Alright, chapter three.
~Leila
Edited: 07/23/14
Blue as night, the ravenstag was flying
As you plucked the hide, the beast stood crying,
"Was it ever not enough to torment enough?"
Cried out the blood in the veins,
Of the ravenstag who told me your name.
/The Ravenstag by Halia Meguid/
Chapter Three (?)
The man stood ankle deep in the cool water, surrounded by waterfalls, hidden by a canopy of trees. The air was filled with fireflies, their soft lights flickering on and off in the growing twilight. The spring had an overall mystical feeling, adding to the mystery of why it was so hidden away.
One had to endure countless traps set to snag intruders, and solve many puzzles just to reach the small body of water. A person might think it as all a little ridiculous to do so much to hide one spring, but the man knew what resided here. Only a few more moments, and he would meet the fabled creature face to face.
He looked up at the purpling sky, the purple bleeding across the blue the way watercolor might run across paper. Already, a few white stars were shining in the sky. He was seconds away, seconds away to unlimited knowledge.
Sliding his hand into his pocket, he fingered the small pink box resting in the depths of the pocket. In the box was a small tear-shaped piece of glass with a small hole in the top; a pendant for hanging off a chain. How ironic it was that the shape of the vessel happened to be a tear. The collector was about to become collected.
As the moon began to rise, the pale milky orb overtaking the sky, the rocks around the spring began glowing a strange green. They were responding to the call of his piece of power, and with a smile, the man let the box slip back into his pocket. The glow intensified, and the man shielded his eyes from a blinding flash of light.
When he removed his hand away from his eyes, he could make out a form in the golden light. The creature he saw seemed to made completely out of light, different shades of gold swirling around its monkey-like form. It's emotionless eyes fixed themselves on the man.
"Bearer of Power," the creature said, its voice like music filling the air. "What brings you to my spring?"
The man smiled, pleased to be addressed by such a title. "Faron, great spirit of this spring, I have come to ask you to use your immeasurable wisdom to aid me in my quest," he said, sweeping into a low bow.
Where Faron's voice was light and melodic, the man's voice was deep and radiated power. The spirit looked the man up and down, searching for any clues that would indicate what this 'quest' might be.
"What information do you seek, oh Chosen one of Din?" the spirit asked slowly.
"Do you have any idea of the whereabouts of the Hero of Time?"
"He is closer than you think," Faron replied coolly.
"Could I have an exact location?"
"What is your intent, Bearer of Power?"
"I merely wish to catch a glimpse of the reincarnation of the legendary hero," than man assured the spirit.
"The Hero of Time has always been bound to Hyrule. Naturally, the boy is in Hyrule and not in the other lands you have been searching. And he bears the same name of the original hero, if you happen to know what that is," Faron said.
"Link."
"Correct. The boy's name is Link. Is there anything else you wish to know, Master of Power?"
"If one were to... hypothetically speaking, of course, visit the realm in which the Triforce is kept, how would one achieve that?"
"I am not permitted to disclose that information to anyone, I'm afraid," Faron said, an edge to the spirit's normally flat voice.
"Well, wouldn't you only need a goddess, the six SAGES, and the three Chosen?" the man inquired.
The spirit sat up from it's comfortable perch around a ball of light. It's gaze was now rigid and it's body was tense. "How did you know that?" the spirit demanded.
"I didn't. You just told me," the man said with a smile.
Faron was starting to sense something was not right about the man. Something was wrong, and it needed to find out what.
"What is your name, Chosen One?" it asked.
The man's smile broadened. "You may call me Ganondorf."
Alarm bells went off in the spirit's head. This was bad, time to go, time to go...
"Ganondorf, Bearer of Power, I'm afraid I must go. I need to return to my three divine mistresses..."
"Only three? Din, Nayru and Farore? Where is Hylia?" the man asked. The spirit cursed itself mentally. It should not have said that. The man smiled again.
"Hylia is... elsewhere, I presume? Perfect. My plans will run more smoothly than predicted..." Ganondorf said, half to himself.
Faron prepared to leave. The spirit had to warn the goddesses, had to warn it's brethren, had to warn Hylia...
"Oh, but you can't leave yet. Not when you've been so very... helpful. Your services must be rewarded," Ganondorf said, his voice like silk. The spirit turned and prepared to attack, but froze. The man held up his right hand, the hand with the gleaming triangle glowing brightly on it.
"You're not going anywhere."
The last thing the spirit saw was the spring tumbling all around him, the man's hard gold eyes, a small GLASS PENDANT... Then nothing. Faron was gone.
The man smiled and held up the tear shaped glass. It now looked quite beautiful, filled with an apparent swirling gold liquid. He smiled an placed the pendant carefully back inside its box.
The spirit had been most helpful, yes, even more so than it's annoying kin. Ganondorf laughed and put the box back in his pocket. He, Ganondorf, now had in his possession all four light spirits that guarded the world. All four were now in his control, all in his hands.
Well, not quite in his hands, he thought with a smile.
After all, the tag on the box did say:
To: Zelda.
From: Papa.