The Secret of the Sages
Disclaimer: I don't own it. So :P.
Nabooru thinks. There really isn't much else she can do. She stares at the walls, and occasionally, at her own lifeless body. //I'm a Sage, damn it. Why couldn't I prevent this?// She yells at herself.
//The same reason I couldn't.// Nabooru would have jumped to the sun and back if she were still in her own body. She searches the room for the voice, only to realize that whoever was speaking was in the same condition she was.
//Who are you?// Nabooru asks.
//Link, the Hero of Time.// Nabooru suddenly gets suspicious.
//Link, huh....Who is the Sage of Forest?// Nabooru asks.
//What are you talking about? There is no Forest Sage...// Comes the reply. For a moment, both are silent. Then, "Link" asks the question that Nabooru would never have guessed. //What year is it?//
//What?// Nabooru can't believe her ears.
//Please, that will clear up this confusion we seem to have.// Nabooru thinks a moment. Then she decides that there can't possibly be any harm.
//It is the Year of Nayru 2419.// she says.
//Almost 3 millennia.// Link says. //I am Link, you must also have a Hero of Time called Link. He would be a descendant of mine.// Nabooru tries to search for words. Somehow, she always found just the right thing to say to someone when they first met. Sometimes it led to war, but to her it was right. But now, she is having trouble. She instinctively goes back to staring at herself.
//There must be a way...//she thinks.
//Telepathy is annoying, isn't it.// Link's voice comes to her. She just groans. //Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm a smart alek. Blame Oloken.//
//Why am I blaming her? She seemed nice enough.// Nabooru asks.
//Oh, she did lighten up? She was always Ms. Serious about everything. I don't think she smiled once.// Sounds like Impa..
//Did you decide to come here just to chat?// Nabooru asks. She can practically see the smirk on Link's face.
//Actually, when I first sensed you here, I was wondering what was going on. I never thought he would imprison a Gerudo. So what does he want with you?//
//I'm the Sage of Spirit.// she says.
//They lost their powers.......// Link acts like he should die for that happening. Nabooru never liked people with that attitude.
//If you're thinking of just dying, don't. There are more important things to worry about.// This seems to snap him back to reality.
//You're right. So.....any ideas?// Nabooru just sighs. This is going to take a while.
**Gerudo Fortress, Main Sanctuary**
"In here." The Gerudo guard led the party into a chamber deep in the fortress. However, they were very clever about bringing them in. They are all lost, and could never find their way out on their own. The guard takes up station at the door. "The Scribe will be here shortly." They all sit on the divans around the room.
"MY TOY!" Kids are kids everywhere. But.....that sound was male..The group sends a collective questioning look to the guard. She just shrugs.
"King Tallert. He has been trying to "play" with some of the swords lately." Saria gulps. The rest of them just exchange worried glances. After a few more moments of waiting, another Gerudo appears. But she is dressed entirely different from normal Gerudos. A sweeping skirt flows from her waist, and a loose blouse adorned with the sacred symbols of Gerudo covers her top. Her hair is not tied back, but allowed to be free. It fell almost to her feet. A glittering bracelet is on her wrist. And under her arm is an ABSOFRICKENLY HUGE book. The weight alone must keep her in shape.
"Welcome." She says in a light voice. She approaches Zelda. "You are Princess Zelda, correct?" Zelda nods. "Please relax. I have been instructed to give you any information you need for your journey." Saria is staring with wide eyes.
"How come you aren't dressed like every other Gerudo?" she asks. Link quickly puts his hand over her mouth, but about a second too late. The scribe just laughs.
"It is only Mages and Warriors whom dress like that. It gives them more freedom in movement. As a scribe, and priestess, I dress a bit more... ceremonial I guess you would say." She sits on the chair at the far end of the room, and rests the book on the table next to it. "I'm sorry there isn't much to this room, but we can't allow outsiders into our sacred chambers."
"That is quite all right." Zelda says. "We will try not to stay long." The scribe nods.
"Well, what is the information you require?" she says.
"We need to know about the Gerudo King, Trololf." Impa says. The scribe looks down.
"A most evil chapter in Gerudo history." She says. Then she looks back up. "Anything specific?"
"We don't really know about him at all....but we believe he is back. He has taken a dear friend of ours."
"We have already heard of Nabooru's capture by him." The scribe says. "Let me start where I can." She opens the book, near the beginning. After flipping a few pages, she seems to find it. "Trololf, the Second King of Gerudo, born on the 23rd month of Din's Year 198. This may take a while, so please make yourselves comfortable." The group adjusts, and the scribe begins.
**4 hours later**
"And that is the last we heard from him." The scribe finishes. Sheik tries desperately to work the kinks out of his back. Four hours....FOUR! This guy didn't quit. And the power.....how did he get it? It wasn't from the Triforce. Zelda stands up.
"Is there any record of what happened to the Hero of Time?" she asks. The scribe searches the pages for a moment.
"Only of his wife and child. A daughter I believe he had. Too bad he never got to see her." Everyone thinks a bit.
"Just out of curiosity, who was his successor?" Dar asks. The scribe looks up. Then at the guard. The guard just nods.
"King Gannondorf Eletnredl." She says. Gasps are heard all around the room. "He was one of the best kings we were ever to have. Also one of the strongest. It was him who managed to get everyone together and back as a people after the chaos Trololf left us in." Everyone stands. The scribe does as well.
"Thank you for your help." Oloken says.
"Please, defeat him. We will all die for our king, but Trololf will not hesitate to use that kind of force. You must act quickly." The scribe leaves the room, and the guard brings them back to the entrance. One of the mages meets them there.
"We should help you. Please bring back Nabooru." She says. Then she hands them an amulet with the Spirit symbol on it. Zelda takes it. "This will give you the powers of the desert sandstorms. If you need to hide, or escape, use it. It will help." They thank her, then try once again to reach the floating castle.
**back with the old Link and Nabooru**
//You realize this is getting us nowhere.// Nabooru finally says.
//You have a better idea?// Link says back.
//Actually, yes. How did you get here?// She can almost hear the shock.
//I'm in the Dark Realm. So are you.// Nabooru isn't impressed.
//So I'm stuck in the Evil Realm..//
//DARK Realm. There is a difference.// Link says. //OK, let's try it this way. Picture the Haunted Wasteland. Only there are bodies everywhere. Gerudo, Hylian, Sheikan, a few Zora and Goron around too.// Nabooru actually tries not to, but Link starts painting a really vividly picture and she can't help it. After a moment, the room seems to dissolve. In front of her is the battlefield Link has described. Nabooru looks around. Then she spots a young man coming toward her. He looks to be in his early twenties, and has a muscular build. His tunic is ripped and torn, and he has a shield on his arm. He smiles at Nabooru.
"Gruesome, huh." He says. Nabooru can't believe that he could be so casual about it. "This is the Dark Realm. The worst memory you have, you are forced to relive it for eternity. Or until you escape, if that is even possible."
"I take it you're Link?" she says. He just nods.
"I never thought I would see a Gerudo Sage." He says. Nabooru resists the urge to deck him. Although, she realizes, if it was her Link, the one she knew, he would be on the ground by now. "I wonder why the others aren't Sages anymore.."
"Because you disappeared." Nabooru tells him. "They told us you died to seal Trololf in here." Link's eyes go wide.
"The dirty....." he can't even say the curse. When he calms down, he explains. "He grabbed the Master Sword. Which instantly killed him, but he also grabbed me. When he was banished to the Evil Realm, the magic also pulled me in. But since I don't have the evil heart Trololf does, I ended up here." So it wasn't their fault....
"Well, why don't you help me get out of here, then we both leave, and you can tell them that they didn't do anything wrong." Nabooru looks at him waiting for an answer.
"I've got nothing to lose..." he says. They start planning.
To be continued.......
Disclaimer: I don't own it. So :P.
Nabooru thinks. There really isn't much else she can do. She stares at the walls, and occasionally, at her own lifeless body. //I'm a Sage, damn it. Why couldn't I prevent this?// She yells at herself.
//The same reason I couldn't.// Nabooru would have jumped to the sun and back if she were still in her own body. She searches the room for the voice, only to realize that whoever was speaking was in the same condition she was.
//Who are you?// Nabooru asks.
//Link, the Hero of Time.// Nabooru suddenly gets suspicious.
//Link, huh....Who is the Sage of Forest?// Nabooru asks.
//What are you talking about? There is no Forest Sage...// Comes the reply. For a moment, both are silent. Then, "Link" asks the question that Nabooru would never have guessed. //What year is it?//
//What?// Nabooru can't believe her ears.
//Please, that will clear up this confusion we seem to have.// Nabooru thinks a moment. Then she decides that there can't possibly be any harm.
//It is the Year of Nayru 2419.// she says.
//Almost 3 millennia.// Link says. //I am Link, you must also have a Hero of Time called Link. He would be a descendant of mine.// Nabooru tries to search for words. Somehow, she always found just the right thing to say to someone when they first met. Sometimes it led to war, but to her it was right. But now, she is having trouble. She instinctively goes back to staring at herself.
//There must be a way...//she thinks.
//Telepathy is annoying, isn't it.// Link's voice comes to her. She just groans. //Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm a smart alek. Blame Oloken.//
//Why am I blaming her? She seemed nice enough.// Nabooru asks.
//Oh, she did lighten up? She was always Ms. Serious about everything. I don't think she smiled once.// Sounds like Impa..
//Did you decide to come here just to chat?// Nabooru asks. She can practically see the smirk on Link's face.
//Actually, when I first sensed you here, I was wondering what was going on. I never thought he would imprison a Gerudo. So what does he want with you?//
//I'm the Sage of Spirit.// she says.
//They lost their powers.......// Link acts like he should die for that happening. Nabooru never liked people with that attitude.
//If you're thinking of just dying, don't. There are more important things to worry about.// This seems to snap him back to reality.
//You're right. So.....any ideas?// Nabooru just sighs. This is going to take a while.
**Gerudo Fortress, Main Sanctuary**
"In here." The Gerudo guard led the party into a chamber deep in the fortress. However, they were very clever about bringing them in. They are all lost, and could never find their way out on their own. The guard takes up station at the door. "The Scribe will be here shortly." They all sit on the divans around the room.
"MY TOY!" Kids are kids everywhere. But.....that sound was male..The group sends a collective questioning look to the guard. She just shrugs.
"King Tallert. He has been trying to "play" with some of the swords lately." Saria gulps. The rest of them just exchange worried glances. After a few more moments of waiting, another Gerudo appears. But she is dressed entirely different from normal Gerudos. A sweeping skirt flows from her waist, and a loose blouse adorned with the sacred symbols of Gerudo covers her top. Her hair is not tied back, but allowed to be free. It fell almost to her feet. A glittering bracelet is on her wrist. And under her arm is an ABSOFRICKENLY HUGE book. The weight alone must keep her in shape.
"Welcome." She says in a light voice. She approaches Zelda. "You are Princess Zelda, correct?" Zelda nods. "Please relax. I have been instructed to give you any information you need for your journey." Saria is staring with wide eyes.
"How come you aren't dressed like every other Gerudo?" she asks. Link quickly puts his hand over her mouth, but about a second too late. The scribe just laughs.
"It is only Mages and Warriors whom dress like that. It gives them more freedom in movement. As a scribe, and priestess, I dress a bit more... ceremonial I guess you would say." She sits on the chair at the far end of the room, and rests the book on the table next to it. "I'm sorry there isn't much to this room, but we can't allow outsiders into our sacred chambers."
"That is quite all right." Zelda says. "We will try not to stay long." The scribe nods.
"Well, what is the information you require?" she says.
"We need to know about the Gerudo King, Trololf." Impa says. The scribe looks down.
"A most evil chapter in Gerudo history." She says. Then she looks back up. "Anything specific?"
"We don't really know about him at all....but we believe he is back. He has taken a dear friend of ours."
"We have already heard of Nabooru's capture by him." The scribe says. "Let me start where I can." She opens the book, near the beginning. After flipping a few pages, she seems to find it. "Trololf, the Second King of Gerudo, born on the 23rd month of Din's Year 198. This may take a while, so please make yourselves comfortable." The group adjusts, and the scribe begins.
**4 hours later**
"And that is the last we heard from him." The scribe finishes. Sheik tries desperately to work the kinks out of his back. Four hours....FOUR! This guy didn't quit. And the power.....how did he get it? It wasn't from the Triforce. Zelda stands up.
"Is there any record of what happened to the Hero of Time?" she asks. The scribe searches the pages for a moment.
"Only of his wife and child. A daughter I believe he had. Too bad he never got to see her." Everyone thinks a bit.
"Just out of curiosity, who was his successor?" Dar asks. The scribe looks up. Then at the guard. The guard just nods.
"King Gannondorf Eletnredl." She says. Gasps are heard all around the room. "He was one of the best kings we were ever to have. Also one of the strongest. It was him who managed to get everyone together and back as a people after the chaos Trololf left us in." Everyone stands. The scribe does as well.
"Thank you for your help." Oloken says.
"Please, defeat him. We will all die for our king, but Trololf will not hesitate to use that kind of force. You must act quickly." The scribe leaves the room, and the guard brings them back to the entrance. One of the mages meets them there.
"We should help you. Please bring back Nabooru." She says. Then she hands them an amulet with the Spirit symbol on it. Zelda takes it. "This will give you the powers of the desert sandstorms. If you need to hide, or escape, use it. It will help." They thank her, then try once again to reach the floating castle.
**back with the old Link and Nabooru**
//You realize this is getting us nowhere.// Nabooru finally says.
//You have a better idea?// Link says back.
//Actually, yes. How did you get here?// She can almost hear the shock.
//I'm in the Dark Realm. So are you.// Nabooru isn't impressed.
//So I'm stuck in the Evil Realm..//
//DARK Realm. There is a difference.// Link says. //OK, let's try it this way. Picture the Haunted Wasteland. Only there are bodies everywhere. Gerudo, Hylian, Sheikan, a few Zora and Goron around too.// Nabooru actually tries not to, but Link starts painting a really vividly picture and she can't help it. After a moment, the room seems to dissolve. In front of her is the battlefield Link has described. Nabooru looks around. Then she spots a young man coming toward her. He looks to be in his early twenties, and has a muscular build. His tunic is ripped and torn, and he has a shield on his arm. He smiles at Nabooru.
"Gruesome, huh." He says. Nabooru can't believe that he could be so casual about it. "This is the Dark Realm. The worst memory you have, you are forced to relive it for eternity. Or until you escape, if that is even possible."
"I take it you're Link?" she says. He just nods.
"I never thought I would see a Gerudo Sage." He says. Nabooru resists the urge to deck him. Although, she realizes, if it was her Link, the one she knew, he would be on the ground by now. "I wonder why the others aren't Sages anymore.."
"Because you disappeared." Nabooru tells him. "They told us you died to seal Trololf in here." Link's eyes go wide.
"The dirty....." he can't even say the curse. When he calms down, he explains. "He grabbed the Master Sword. Which instantly killed him, but he also grabbed me. When he was banished to the Evil Realm, the magic also pulled me in. But since I don't have the evil heart Trololf does, I ended up here." So it wasn't their fault....
"Well, why don't you help me get out of here, then we both leave, and you can tell them that they didn't do anything wrong." Nabooru looks at him waiting for an answer.
"I've got nothing to lose..." he says. They start planning.
To be continued.......