Chapter 3
Faint, fiery incense drifted through the age-old halls of the Spirit Temple, brushing indifferently against the flowing script that was carved into every wall, telling the secrets of life, or death. It didn't matter, to understand the letters was well enough for any man's lifetime. Secrets the writing held, that much was obvious. The runes drew travelers from as near a land as Hyrule, and others from as far away as Calatia.
But none entered the dark Temple now, none but those who were either invited, or foolish enough to try and enter it on their own, braving less than even chances of survival. One thing was for certain; none left there unscathed in one way.or another.
Within, beyond the massive doorway with its depiction of some long- forgotten goddess of the sands, beyond passageways and entire halls and chambers which none but Gerudos had ever seen, beyond the mysterious runes lay a small room, in which a singular, dark presence sat in thought.
Ganondorf Dragmire's eyes were closed; one heavy fist supported his head, the elbow resting on the arm of a simple, smooth red sandstone throne. Thoughts turned carefully in his head, brief, flashing images of the previous night. His Gerudo warriors fighting against the lone Sheikah woman. Ganondorf's lips turned down slightly at the edges. How, when all other victims quailed at the sight of his band of Gerudos -then died rather quickly- , had the woman with the dark eyes lasted for so long, even fought back with skill almost overpowering the seven-to-one odds?
The Sheikah was dead. Oh, no doubting that. but something still bothered him, gnawing at the back of his mind, tingeing his thoughts with uncertainty.a feeling not to be ignored.
What was it about the simple warrior that had bothered him? The source was only barely tangible, like the faint incense in the air, there, and not quite there at the same time. Mostly it appeared as the final, challenging stare she had given him, before her eyes had closed for the final time. He was reminded.
His clenched fist suddenly pounded into the solid throne, as his eyes snapped open.
No.!
The Sheikah woman had held the Triforce of Courage, and Ganondorf had let it slip through his fingers! Again !
It had not come to him as she died. was not that the natural action for the separated Triforce to take? Was that not what the legends had said?
Ganondorf stood to his feet, snarling at the un-hearing wall for absence of anyone to unleash his anger upon. Leaning on an open, shutter-less window, he drummed his fingers along the edge, the dull tapping sound hollow in the silence. Ganondorf stopped, a thought forming itself in his mind.
Was the Triforce not awakened?
Thinking back, far, far back, to the time of his youth, he lowered high eyebrows thoughtfully. Was it not the distant Sheikah who had always held the knowledge and lore of the Triforce? Were they not the ones to always tell the Royal Family, the line they were sworn to protect and serve, of their land's history? What secrets did they hold, and who taught them.?
The memory of an old library, and a singular, heavy tome in pale green leather covering surfaced quietly, resting there, waiting for him to fully remember. What was its name.?
Bronze clasps. the strange, copper symbol on the cover.
Murada? Mudora?
Yes! That was it! Mudora!
Ganondorf leaned onto the windowsill, pleased with himself, and the memory.
The Book of Mudora, as he now remembered, held the Triforce's many secrets, and its legend in full. The Sheikah wrote it, long, long ago. If only he knew where it was.
No doubt that fool, H'arkii, ordered that it be put into the Karikirio's small library.
Ganondorf slit his eyes and chuckled.
King H'arkii of Hyrule is a fool. He has no idea what the Book of Mudora really is. And the information it holds within its pages.
Most would only see the book's secondary use. as a form of translation of old Hylia, the writing of Hyurle's far past, in the years of the war that few believed in, and even fewer had a plausible reason to.
Sitting down once more, Ganondorf clapped his wide hands once, twice. It would be a simple matter, finding the book. But for now he would concentrate on finding the two missing Triforces, one of Wisdom, the other, Courage.
Faint, fiery incense drifted through the age-old halls of the Spirit Temple, brushing indifferently against the flowing script that was carved into every wall, telling the secrets of life, or death. It didn't matter, to understand the letters was well enough for any man's lifetime. Secrets the writing held, that much was obvious. The runes drew travelers from as near a land as Hyrule, and others from as far away as Calatia.
But none entered the dark Temple now, none but those who were either invited, or foolish enough to try and enter it on their own, braving less than even chances of survival. One thing was for certain; none left there unscathed in one way.or another.
Within, beyond the massive doorway with its depiction of some long- forgotten goddess of the sands, beyond passageways and entire halls and chambers which none but Gerudos had ever seen, beyond the mysterious runes lay a small room, in which a singular, dark presence sat in thought.
Ganondorf Dragmire's eyes were closed; one heavy fist supported his head, the elbow resting on the arm of a simple, smooth red sandstone throne. Thoughts turned carefully in his head, brief, flashing images of the previous night. His Gerudo warriors fighting against the lone Sheikah woman. Ganondorf's lips turned down slightly at the edges. How, when all other victims quailed at the sight of his band of Gerudos -then died rather quickly- , had the woman with the dark eyes lasted for so long, even fought back with skill almost overpowering the seven-to-one odds?
The Sheikah was dead. Oh, no doubting that. but something still bothered him, gnawing at the back of his mind, tingeing his thoughts with uncertainty.a feeling not to be ignored.
What was it about the simple warrior that had bothered him? The source was only barely tangible, like the faint incense in the air, there, and not quite there at the same time. Mostly it appeared as the final, challenging stare she had given him, before her eyes had closed for the final time. He was reminded.
His clenched fist suddenly pounded into the solid throne, as his eyes snapped open.
No.!
The Sheikah woman had held the Triforce of Courage, and Ganondorf had let it slip through his fingers! Again !
It had not come to him as she died. was not that the natural action for the separated Triforce to take? Was that not what the legends had said?
Ganondorf stood to his feet, snarling at the un-hearing wall for absence of anyone to unleash his anger upon. Leaning on an open, shutter-less window, he drummed his fingers along the edge, the dull tapping sound hollow in the silence. Ganondorf stopped, a thought forming itself in his mind.
Was the Triforce not awakened?
Thinking back, far, far back, to the time of his youth, he lowered high eyebrows thoughtfully. Was it not the distant Sheikah who had always held the knowledge and lore of the Triforce? Were they not the ones to always tell the Royal Family, the line they were sworn to protect and serve, of their land's history? What secrets did they hold, and who taught them.?
The memory of an old library, and a singular, heavy tome in pale green leather covering surfaced quietly, resting there, waiting for him to fully remember. What was its name.?
Bronze clasps. the strange, copper symbol on the cover.
Murada? Mudora?
Yes! That was it! Mudora!
Ganondorf leaned onto the windowsill, pleased with himself, and the memory.
The Book of Mudora, as he now remembered, held the Triforce's many secrets, and its legend in full. The Sheikah wrote it, long, long ago. If only he knew where it was.
No doubt that fool, H'arkii, ordered that it be put into the Karikirio's small library.
Ganondorf slit his eyes and chuckled.
King H'arkii of Hyrule is a fool. He has no idea what the Book of Mudora really is. And the information it holds within its pages.
Most would only see the book's secondary use. as a form of translation of old Hylia, the writing of Hyurle's far past, in the years of the war that few believed in, and even fewer had a plausible reason to.
Sitting down once more, Ganondorf clapped his wide hands once, twice. It would be a simple matter, finding the book. But for now he would concentrate on finding the two missing Triforces, one of Wisdom, the other, Courage.