CHAPTER 2
The Lord of Darkness sat on his thrown, awaiting the darkness of night. When finally the sun set, he summoned his high Moblin into his chambers. "Moblin, are all the preparations set for our attack?" inquired the dark lord. "Yes, master. The armies are awaiting your final order to attack," replied the moblin. Ganondorf then raised his hand and spoke, "Let the attack commence!" The moblin bowed, and started to walk back down the dark halls of the underworld palace.
It had been three months since Link's father had left to join the Hylian Army.
Each month, they had received a letter about his status and his yearning to
return home. Link, however, was determined that he would one day be a great
warrior, and he spent everyday thinking about when that time would come.
"Come on, you slow poke! The Gerudos are on our tails! Faster!" exclaimed
Link across the field. "Link, why do we always have to do this? You know
there are no Gerudo behind us! Besides, I am tired, can we stop?" replied
the boy on the other horse. Link stopped his horse, and so did the other boy,
who turned around and came back to where Link was. "Don't you get it, Eric?
We're on an adventure! You and I are the last two Knights of Hyrule, and we
have to stop the Tribe of Evil form conquering the land!" exclaimed Link
to his friend. "Oh, I got you. Well, can we take a break for dinner, Link?"
asked Eric. "I guess we can for now, it looks like the Gerudo thugs have
broke away," replied Link. The two then started back across the open field,
heading towards a small village in the distance.
As they passed the rickety old sign with the words "Kakariko Village"
on it, the cool air of the coming night surrounded the two boys. A torch bearer
was lighting one of the street lamps as they raced by, nearly putting out his
flame. Finally, the two came to a fork in the road, and Eric headed right, and
Link headed left. They waved goodbye to each other, and then Link continued
on for awhile. He finally reached his home, where his mother was awaiting him.
Link dismounted, and walked through the door. "Well, it looks like you
finally came home. Were you playing with Eric?" remarked Link's mother.
"Yes, we were out playing in Hyrule Field, mother," responded Link.
"I got a letter from your father today, son," said his mom. Link turned
around with excitement. His mother pointed to it on the table, and Link dashed
for it. He ran straight to his room, and took out the worn piece of paper.
Dear wife and son,
This will be the start of my fourth month soon. We've been stationed just
outside of Lake Hylia, and are preparing to set up an attack at Gerudo Valley.
Hopefully, in a few more months, the war will be over. If we overtake the bridge
at the valley, we can then mobilize the entire army for a full scale attack
on their fortress. With any luck, I'll be home in time to still help with the
cultivation season. I do miss you both so much, and think about you every waking
moment. I will return soon.
Love,
Arn
Link was ecstatic about the news he had just read. And that night, he read the
letter over and over, until finally, he drifter off to sleep.
Link decided the next day that with his father returning, he wanted to impress
him with all the new skills he had learned, and that maybe he would too, one
day, be a warrior like his father. He set off on foot down the dirt road towards
the town. Kakriko Village was alive with the sounds and smells of an old fashioned
country village; the baker's fresh bread from the brick oven, the vendors shouting
above the bidding customers, the blacksmith tempering mighty blades. Link walked
into a nearby shop.
"Why, hello there young Link," said the shop keeper. "What can
I do for you today?" Just then, Eric came running in, and tripped as he
came through the door. "Aren't we in a hurry today young mister Eric?"
remarked the shop keeper.
"Sorry sir," replied Eric. "Link, are you going to get it today?"
asked Eric. Link just ignored his friend as he gazed onto the wall of items.
In particular, he was eyeing a small bow and quiver. "I'll take the Fairy
Bow," Link said. The shop keeper turned around, and pulled down a beautifully
crafted bow, with a red ruby in the center surrounded by shades of green and
blue paint. The quiver contained a few standard arrows, about twenty or so.
"Now what is a young lad like yourself doing buying such a thing?"
asked a man as he walked into the shop.
The tall, light skinned man was wearing a traditional clothe shirt with deerskin
pants. His long, brown hair hung to his shoulders, darkening his already worn
face. "Your father would go insane if he knew you had this, young Link,"
he remarked. "Aragon!" cried both of the boys. They both ran up to
him, hugging him and asking him about his latest adventures and such. "Come,
let us return to my home and we shall talk about many things," he said.
Link kindly paid the shop keeper his rupees for the bow and quiver, and then
took them and exited with Aragon and Eric. The two walked beside Aragon on his
horse as they traveled down the dirt road to Lacrofe's Grove, where Aragon lived.
They entered the old home, and Aragon lit a candle to provide more adequate
lighting.
"So, how have you been?" asked Aragon. Link replied that he was well,
and that he was training to be a warrior. "So, that explains the bow set
you bought, huh? Well my little friend, if the war keeps going our way, you
won't have to worry about fighting for much longer," he replied. "I
also heard your father was fighting. He's a good warrior, Link, and he will
return to you very soon. I am sure of it," he commented. Aragon, reach
across the table for a piece of fruit, when both of the boys noticed a mark
on his left hand. It was strange thing, a blade of some sort embossed on top
of a shield, with some unknown markings above and below it. "What is that,
mister Aragon, sir?" asked Eric. Aragon looked down at his hand, and noticed
he was staring as his mark.
"Your fathers would kill me if they knew I was going to tell you this,
boys. Keep it a secret amongst yourselves, and tell no one of what I speak,"
he commanded. This is the mark of the Order of Light. I am a descendant of one
of the original members, who helped seal a powerful force known as the Triforce
in what is known as the "Sacred Realm" of myth. My ancestor along
with six other sages, were summoned by the great King Harnakin during what is
now known as "The Imprisoning War". An evil wizard known as Ganondorf
Dragmire invaded Hyrule with his Tribe of Evil. He hailed from the Great Desert
in the west, with his Gerudo thugs, and all female race which he ruled. The
king had his "Knights of Hyrule" and the Hylian Army fight back the
armies. However, Ganondorf got hold of the Triforce some how, and became Mandrag
Ganon, a monstrous beast with unimaginable powers. Even the Knights of Hyrule,
whom your father is a descendant of, could not hold him back. So, seven wise
men were summoned from the corners of the land. Each possessed a Crystal of
Light and a Sage Medallion. They were successful in drawing the beast into the
Sacred Realm and into the Temple of Light. The Knights sacrificed themselves
in order to bring him into the center of the "Kurant", the legendary
device that can banish evil to the Dark Realm. The seven wise men then placed
their medallions on the proper alters. This caused a force field to engulf the
beast Ganon, rendering him powerless. However, he still had the Triforce, and
would be able to escape if just left in this state. So the wise men took their
Crystals of Light, and placed them into the seven statues surrounding the room.
This, with a blinding light, extracted the Triforce from the evil beast, and
placed it back in it's hiding place within the Temple. Ganon then transformed
back into his human form, Ganondorf, and the wise men chanted a spell from the
Book of Mudora, the ancient book which contains the ancient ways of Hyrule.
When they finished, the evil beast was sucked into a vortex and banished into
the Evil Realm. The wise men then placed a seal on the gateway to this realm,
hoping it would seal the monster away for all time.
The two boys were mesmorized by the tale. "So, then, what happened to
these wise men and their crystals and medallions and such?" asked Eric.
Aragon continued, "The crystals were then sent by seven guardians to temples
across the world. The seven medallions were entrusted to the descendants of
the wise men, and were to keep them secret for all time. The Book of Mudora
was placed in a secret room in Hyrule Palace. All was perfect, and it should
have remained that way for all time. But many years later, a wizard known as
Agahnim came to Hyrule, and stole the Book of Mudora while he posed as the king's
advisor. He was finally cornered in the caves not too far from here, and the
Knights of Hyrule defeated him. But with his death shrows, he caused the cave
to collapse, and Book of Mudora was sealed for all time. The wise men, though,
felt that there was too much risk in leaving things as they were, for a prophet
known as "Sheik" of the Sheikah foresaw a "Great Catalysm"
that would one day befall the land. So, they used their combined power to place
a curse on the land, that whenever "The Great Catalysm" would occur,
a hero would be born to fight the evil that was trying to destroy the land.
They created Three Stones of Virtue and hid them throughout the land of Hyrule.
Also, at this time, they forged a mighty blade known as "The Master Sword"
and hid it somewhere in the world. When The Great Catalysm would take place,
the hero would venture to claim the three stones, and then could claim the mighty
Master Sword. However, all that knew the location of all the artifacts have
long since faded into legend, and now nobody remembers where any of these things
are."
A crack of lightning shot across the sky, and a great rumbling from the thunder
was heard by the three. "I believe it is time for you two to get home now.
I must be on my way to the castle to speak with the king about some personal
matters. However, I will come back when the war is over and we will all celebrate,"
remarked Aragon. The two boys got up, and hurried out the door and ran down
the road. Aragon lay sitting at the table, gazing at his mark. Suddenly, it
began to glow with a light. Aragon covered it up immediately, and whispered,
"It's beginning."