Chapter IV
Hyrule
Harry was walking around aimlessly through the school building feeling more and more stupid by the minute.
"Perfect," fumed Harry, " I had to lose my cool again!" Harry was continuing to feel sorry for himself when he banged into a stone gargoyle which was now a surprise for him.
"How did I not notice I was near Dumbledore's office?" Thought Harry.
Harry felt increasingly awkward near the office. He wasn't exactly social with him over the summer, and the wounds of Sirius and of his destiny were still fresh. He was about to walk away when he heard a voice from the inside.
"Care to come in?" Said the voice gently. Dumbledore stepped out of his office.
"Uh," said Harry, embarrassed, "sorry, Professor, I have class, er, divination!"
Harry then just looked down and just walked away briskly. Dumbledore for a moment reached out for Harry, but then stopped. He sighed, and for a moment, Dumbledore's great age seemed to weigh heavily on his appearance and he went back into his office where Link was sitting on the windowsill.
"The boy with the glasses," said Link, "he was outside just now?"
Dumbledore was silent, looking at the sword of Godric Gryffindor.
"Oh," said Dumbledore, "yes, yes he was, but he had class." Dumbledore knew this wasn't true, and this was extremely painful for him. Link, sensing there was something wrong, respectively kept quiet.
"You were saying," said Dumbledore as he sat down at his desk.
"Well," said Link, "I need your world's help, or any help for that matter. I need to find the one you call Voldemort. And that Mr. Potter, seems like someone who could help me."
"What could we, or Mr. Potter do for you?" Inquired Dumbledore as he reached for a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans.
"A long time ago," said Link as he settled comfortably into a chair, "my land, Hyrule, was created by a group of goddesses. When they were done, they also created a magical object, an object that could grant anybody's wish.
"This is what you call, 'The Triforce'?" said Dumbledore.
Link nodded and continued. "Years passed, people received, fought, died over this thing. In my lifetime there were two people who found it. One was destroyed, banished into a dark realm, and the other, he came just a few months ago. You called him Voldemort, we called him the Shapeless One. For shapeless he was, he was always changing disguises, bending people to his whim. One day, he did succeed in getting the Triforce, and our oceans and seas.dried up."
Link grew silent and his hands grasped the chair arms. "I left my friends to come here. Left them alone in a world of death and despair and if I fail..." Link stopped and tried to avoid looking at Dumbledore, who saw Link's tears. "Voldemort, as you call him, ruled over our land, plunging us all into darkness. It was the combined efforts of all of us, that resulted in his being expelled. Yet when he left, he took the Triforce of Power, a piece that will grant anyone unimaginable dark powers. He probably used that to rip open a portal to this world, that's why you have those creatures called ReDead appearing."
"Before I entered this world though, my friend, Zelda, told me of a race of people, called the 'Shadow Folk', or Sheikah in my language. They were a magical race of peoples, capable of many things. Apparently there is legend that they left our world to colonize another one, and one name kept appearing in the legends; Arda, or Earth. So to make it short, with this Shadow Caller," Link pulled out the baton, "I would be able to track down these peoples who might be able to help me track down Voldemort."
There was then silence for a few moments, save for the ticking of a grandfather clock. Dust motes whirled through the light of the now setting sun.
"Well," said Dumbledore as he cleared his throat, "you were correct that Voldemort went to Earth, known also as Arda, and I think we might have some clues about these Shadow Folk."
Link's ears perked up in attention and he looked at Dumbledore. He was about to speak when Dumbledore raised his palm up in a symbol of calming down.
"All your problems will be fixed tomorrow," said Dumbledore with a smile, and twinkle in his eye, "when we go on a field trip."
Hyrule
Harry was walking around aimlessly through the school building feeling more and more stupid by the minute.
"Perfect," fumed Harry, " I had to lose my cool again!" Harry was continuing to feel sorry for himself when he banged into a stone gargoyle which was now a surprise for him.
"How did I not notice I was near Dumbledore's office?" Thought Harry.
Harry felt increasingly awkward near the office. He wasn't exactly social with him over the summer, and the wounds of Sirius and of his destiny were still fresh. He was about to walk away when he heard a voice from the inside.
"Care to come in?" Said the voice gently. Dumbledore stepped out of his office.
"Uh," said Harry, embarrassed, "sorry, Professor, I have class, er, divination!"
Harry then just looked down and just walked away briskly. Dumbledore for a moment reached out for Harry, but then stopped. He sighed, and for a moment, Dumbledore's great age seemed to weigh heavily on his appearance and he went back into his office where Link was sitting on the windowsill.
"The boy with the glasses," said Link, "he was outside just now?"
Dumbledore was silent, looking at the sword of Godric Gryffindor.
"Oh," said Dumbledore, "yes, yes he was, but he had class." Dumbledore knew this wasn't true, and this was extremely painful for him. Link, sensing there was something wrong, respectively kept quiet.
"You were saying," said Dumbledore as he sat down at his desk.
"Well," said Link, "I need your world's help, or any help for that matter. I need to find the one you call Voldemort. And that Mr. Potter, seems like someone who could help me."
"What could we, or Mr. Potter do for you?" Inquired Dumbledore as he reached for a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans.
"A long time ago," said Link as he settled comfortably into a chair, "my land, Hyrule, was created by a group of goddesses. When they were done, they also created a magical object, an object that could grant anybody's wish.
"This is what you call, 'The Triforce'?" said Dumbledore.
Link nodded and continued. "Years passed, people received, fought, died over this thing. In my lifetime there were two people who found it. One was destroyed, banished into a dark realm, and the other, he came just a few months ago. You called him Voldemort, we called him the Shapeless One. For shapeless he was, he was always changing disguises, bending people to his whim. One day, he did succeed in getting the Triforce, and our oceans and seas.dried up."
Link grew silent and his hands grasped the chair arms. "I left my friends to come here. Left them alone in a world of death and despair and if I fail..." Link stopped and tried to avoid looking at Dumbledore, who saw Link's tears. "Voldemort, as you call him, ruled over our land, plunging us all into darkness. It was the combined efforts of all of us, that resulted in his being expelled. Yet when he left, he took the Triforce of Power, a piece that will grant anyone unimaginable dark powers. He probably used that to rip open a portal to this world, that's why you have those creatures called ReDead appearing."
"Before I entered this world though, my friend, Zelda, told me of a race of people, called the 'Shadow Folk', or Sheikah in my language. They were a magical race of peoples, capable of many things. Apparently there is legend that they left our world to colonize another one, and one name kept appearing in the legends; Arda, or Earth. So to make it short, with this Shadow Caller," Link pulled out the baton, "I would be able to track down these peoples who might be able to help me track down Voldemort."
There was then silence for a few moments, save for the ticking of a grandfather clock. Dust motes whirled through the light of the now setting sun.
"Well," said Dumbledore as he cleared his throat, "you were correct that Voldemort went to Earth, known also as Arda, and I think we might have some clues about these Shadow Folk."
Link's ears perked up in attention and he looked at Dumbledore. He was about to speak when Dumbledore raised his palm up in a symbol of calming down.
"All your problems will be fixed tomorrow," said Dumbledore with a smile, and twinkle in his eye, "when we go on a field trip."