Author's Note: Hoo-ah. Short chapter, but we have a VILLIAN! I might go ahead and post ch 8 too since this one is so short, I shall think on it. I have just begun to realize what an epic thing I have undertaken. I've written several chapters ahead, and... yeah. It takes longer than I thought. But I shall persevere!

I don't own Legend of Zelda nor anything in it (though I have copies of most of the games), and I'm not making any money, so we're cool, yah? No suing. Cool.


The thin man looked at the stone. So white, so pretty, so powerful. And it was his now. He'd be sure to make good use of it. It had been so hard to find, lost to the mists of history. Ironic, that the Stone of Ages would be forgotten by them. It had taken another one who knew the treasures of the past, one with the money to finance such an undertaking. He didn't know how the collector had found it, all that mattered was that he had. And now the thin man had it.

There was so much that could be done with the white Stone of Ages. He could do what had been denied him so long ago. But he needed more. The Stone was powerful, but there were other resources he needed. And he couldn't count on the collector getting those for him, especially since he would be on guard now.

But there was something the Stone of Ages could be used for now. It could give him the ones from the past, the ones who could get what he needed. With them, he wouldn't have to wait for someone else to find them. The ones from the past would seek them out, and he could focus on making the arrangements. And he only needed one other thing to call them from the mists of time. He needed the book. He needed the book so the Stone would know what to call.

The book would be easy, though. He already knew where it was. He'd known even before the collector had found the Stone of Ages. The book was just an interesting footnote to history, something that scholars excited themselves over but that no one else particularly cared about. The book had no power on its own. But with the Stone...

Ah, then it was so much more.

Getting it would be no trouble at all. Not even half so hard as taking the Stone from the collector had been. There were no magical defense at all guarding the book. The thin man smiled, then tucked the Stone safely away.

He had to pay a visit to the library.