Author's Note: This was an exciting chapter to write. Finally, Link gets a hint of his true destiny. Read and enjoy.

Disclaimer: My fingers are sore from typing the same message over and over again, so I'll just let you imagine what comes next.

Chapter 10: The Mark of Triforce

Aola was shocked. "Well," she said, "that was unexpected."

Dysor shrugged. "Where else do you think he got his accent? I thought he might be from the village, but I didn't want to tell you guys because you might have thought I was crazy."

"We already knew that you were crazy, Dysor. We already knew that we were crazy, too, for following you," Link said, perfectly seriously. "So, now that we have gained one answer, we've also gained several questions. Why didn't anyone in the village tell us who he was? Does he have any more news of Rayand and Semak?"

Aola smirked. "We need a name for the village."

"Alright, let's call it. . .Pigville, because they're probably still eating Link's pig right now," Dysor suggested.

"That's a bit of a stretch," Aola said.

Link stood up. "Well, while you two debate over the new name of the village, I'm going to try these clothes on."

"You go do that," Dysor muttered.

Link hung up a blanket for privacy and changed. The clothes fit him perfectly. The tunic was comfortable on his shoulders. He could barely feel the mail underneath. His feet slipped effortlessly into the boots. Link had doubts about the hat at first, but when he put it on it draped down his back most fashionably. When he put the fingerless gloves on though, his right hand burned as if there was a hot iron inside the glove. Panicking, he threw the glove off and gazed at the back of his hand. He was horrified when he saw the three stacked triangles, burned onto his hand.

He noticed that the glove, when he looked closely, appeared to have the same mark etched into it. He studied the mark, suspicious. Out of the depths of his memory he remembered his father talking to him about the religion of Hyrule. There were Farore, Nayru, and Din, the three golden goddesses who made the ultimate power, the Triforce. This, etched onto his hand, was the symbol of the Triforce. Was it possible that Link had just obtained the most powerful thing in the world?

But then Link remembered also the evil goddess, Ahriman, who opposed the golden goddesses in every way and had earthly servants called necromancers who performed dark magic. Could this be the work of a necromancer? Could Bindu be a necromancer? Link doubted it, but then it was possible. Link stared at the gloves for a minute. Whatever, he thought. If there's a curse in these gloves it's already gotten to me. He slipped the gloves on and stepped out.

"Hey guys," he said nervously. "I have a bit of a problem." Dysor and Aola looked expectantly at him. Slowly, he pulled his right glove off. "The glove did this," he said.

"Link, get those clothes off right now!" Aola shouted, panicking. She ran up and yanked off his Phrygian cap while she simultaneously pulled off the other glove.

"Hey, not so fast!" he started, but then he tripped as she tried to pull off a boot. "I can do this myself, thank you very much."

Dysor spoke up. "That's the Triforce symbol on his hand. Isn't that supposed to be good? Link could be holding the most powerful thing in the world right now." He was obviously getting excited.

"Dysor, we don't know what kind of things will happen to Link if he puts on the glove again. Besides, we can't trust Bindu completely. . .at least not yet," Aola said.

"Link, keep those clothes on," Dysor said. "Bindu could slit our throats in the night if he wanted to. Besides, the clothes fit you well."

Aola looked between Link and Dysor and said, "It's your choice I guess, Link. This power could be good or evil and you have to decide what you think."

"I really think we have nothing to fear. Remember what our parents said about the Triforce?" Dysor reminded them.

Link frowned. "Then we're in even more peril than I imagined. Do either of you believe in destiny? In heroes? In the goddesses? I didn't, not truly, not until now. If destiny does exist, then the Triforce might be ours. There might be more to this quest than the good of the village."

"Pigville," Dysor interrupted.

"Pigville, whatever. With power like this, we could win the war for Hyrule."

"We could overthrow Ahriman," Dysor said with a gleam in his eye.

Aola made a sound of disgust. "Before you start fantasizing about what you'll do with the Triforce, don't you think you should figure out how to use it? And didn't the thought ever cross your mind that there might be thousands of vile forces searching for this also?"

Link started out of the room. "I don't know what you're going to do, but I'm going to confront Bindu about this."

Bindu was just as surprised as they were. "I don't know what to tell you," he said, his face going white. "Rayand didn't say anything about this. In fact, I'm not sure he knew. All he said was that these were family heirlooms of his that were very old. He didn't tell me of any ancient power inside the gloves. I also don't know why he would entrust them to me first if he wanted you to have them."

"Maybe he wanted me to find them at a certain time," Link suggested. "He probably knew about the power inside the glove and wanted me to find it now, instead of when I was still young. Why, though, would he expect me to come to Andruen City?"

"Andruen City is the closest city to the village."

"Still, that must've taken some excellent foresight. We only stumbled upon this city by chance."

"Your father did not give you this power by accident, I am sure."

"I guess I can ask him when I meet him, hopefully, in Castle Town."

"You're planning on travelling to Castle Town to find your father?"

"And Semak."

"You really think that you'll find them in Castle Town? The Hylian Army is spread far and wide, and you have a tiny chance, if any, of finding them in Castle Town. And there's one more thing I have not told you."

"What is that?"

"Semak is a general. He's one of the four generals that command the entire Hylian Army."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, he is a general."

"This is getting really complicated."

"Your journey is hopeless. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but if you really think you can travel all the way to Castle Town and expect to find yours and Aola's fathers, you will have more luck just sitting and waiting for the war to end. Stay in Andruen City. Help keep the peace here."

Just then, the doors of the sparring hall burst open. A scout ran in with mud and scratches on his face. His clothes were torn, and there was a sword in his hand. "Commander Bindu! Send all the men you can! Lizalfos are attacking!"