"What the hell do you mean by, 'I don't know where he is.' Get me
Rose on the phone, and get him now."
The vehicle swerved to the right as Marcus weaved through morning traffic, his intense anger showing in his driving. He attempted to merge into the right lane quickly, ignoring the teens in the vehicle behind him. The rear of his vehicle grazed the front bumper of the red convertible, forcing them to pull harshly to the left and into a gas station parking lot. He pulled ahead, again merging into the left lane, pulling ahead of the slow moving Toyota, filled with little kids going to school. One of them flipped a finger at him, and the mother driving the car didn't even seem to care, being to busy giving him the finger herself. He didn't have time for this nonsense, and sped up, his hands-free cell-phone headset and hangover keeping him company.
"No, no, don't put me on hold... aughhh."
Marcus had been trying to reach David Rose all morning. Something in his dreams the other night had him concerned, had him wondering whether or not Rose was safe. They both had been working together on the Legends exhibit for years; it would be horrid to lose him, to lose a friend that had the same passions. Thus the anger, the energy. Marcus was doing everything to get David on the phone, to be told that David was safe.
"No, I don't want to talk to a research assistant, I need to speak to Rose, what the heck is so difficult?"
Silence on the other end. Then Marcus was told what happened. Marcus's green Minivan stopped at a red light, as the cold words came across from the other end. Afterwards complete silence.
"What do you mean he is missing? He fell into a six foot deep sarcophagus and disappeared?"
Marcus turned of the headset and set it down... this was ridiculous, nobody disappears in a six foot deep sarcophagus. Maybe it was just the hangover... perhaps he should try later.
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The tunnel was barely wide enough for Link to walk through, his young shoulders brushing against the smooth bricks. At first he had stumbled around in the darkness for a little bit, running into walls and generally not getting anywhere. A few bruises and cuts later, he decided to sit down and take a look at the magnifying glass to pass the time, since he wasn't making much progress with the tunnels before him. He brought it out, holding it out in front of him. Remarkably, it still seemed to be reflecting some unknown light off from the distance, even though he was completely surrounded by darkness. Link shoved it upwards, trying to see if he could identify the source of the light in the glass by changing the position the light shone on, but it was little use. The Magnifying Glass still sparkled with its own light, yet shedding none on the surrounding area.
Link brought the glass to his eye.
As his eyes focused through the lens, he jumped backwards in surprise. Everything he looked at through the lens was revealed as if in full light! He brought it back up to eye level, and looked again. Before him was a winding tunnel, turning almost randomly but never truly deviating from its straight course. He wandered forward, the lens to his eye, but as he moved, he began to grow dizzy, drained of his life force. He quickly lowered the Magnifying Glass, and then brought it back up to his eye. Once again, after a short period of time, he began to feel drained and dizzy again, but this time he kept the Magnifying Glass level, and did not drop it. After an intense burst of pain, Link could no longer see through the glass, the light dimming and then completely disappearing. Link lowered the Magnifying Glass and watched as the light within it seemed to rejuvenate itself.
Deciding to move on, Link dropped the Lens of Truth into his bag, and went straight forward, avoiding the curves in the walls and making quicker progress.
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"Mr. Marcus, there is someone here to see you."
Marcus's intercom blared loudly as his secretary's nasal voice announced the visitor. It took him a moment to find the intercom box beneath the papers on his desk, pushing the button with the red pencil he used for marking work that was practically glued to his hand.
"Who is it?"
"He is a representative of Gerannon enterprises, and is here about his sponsorship of the exhibit."
"Oh? I guess you can send him in."
Marcus watched as a shadow passed across the door. Whoever this gentleman was, he was tall. The door handle slid quietly, and surprisingly the door opened with nary a creak despite the rusty hinges. Marcus was not incorrect in his assumption as to the man's size, whoever he was, he stood slightly over seven feet tall, and had blazing red hair. Marcus watched as the representative closed the door, again with barely a sound from the normally vocal hinges. Marcus stood to welcome the visitor.
"It is a pleasure Mr.?"
"My name is Gerannon, Dortan Gerannon."
"THE Dortan Gerannon? President of Gerannon enterprises? It is a pleasure to see you, your contributions to the museum have kept us alive since conception. How can I help you?"
Dortan made himself comfortable in a large leather chair across the room from Marcus, moving aside several transparencies covered in translations that vied for the same spot. Marcus took a seat as well, finally dropping the red marking pencil he held onto the desk.
"For years Gerannon enterprises have given to this museum to keep the legends of the Mythic Hero alive, as, well, legends; and to keep the normal rabble from stealing and damaging weapons and items they know nothing about in relation to the mythic hero. However, despite this public service, I must ask you a favor."
"What is it?"
"Abandon the Dreamblade project."
"How did you know that we call this the...?"
"I know many things Mr. Marcus, and I suggest you drop this project. There are those who would use the knowledge gained to ill effect. Not only that, but I suggest you close up the tomb. A specific artifact lies within that should not be touched."
"What artifact? We have pretty much all of them, except for the Lens of Truth and the actual Triforce."
"The Lens of Truth is exactly what I mean. Already somebody has fallen for the traps in the tomb, specifically your friend Mr. Rose."
Marcus went still. He suddenly broke a cold sweat.
"Rose is gone?"
"Yes... I suppose he is dead. Of course, if you abandon the project, he could still be alive."
"You bas..."
"Don't finish that. Anyways. Drop the project and order the tomb sealed before nightfall, and I guarantee the safety of Mr. Rose. Otherwise, he may very well be lost in there forever."
"But... what do I do with the artifacts we already have?"
"Burn them, smash them... whatever. I really could care less as long as they cant be used again."
Gerannon stood, dusting his coat off and holding an expression of contempt. He walked slowly towards the door, his point having been made.
The moment he left Marcus was on the phone, calling in every favor he knew to have the tomb sealed away, its secrets lost to all but himself, Rose, and the evil man who just walked out of his office door."
The vehicle swerved to the right as Marcus weaved through morning traffic, his intense anger showing in his driving. He attempted to merge into the right lane quickly, ignoring the teens in the vehicle behind him. The rear of his vehicle grazed the front bumper of the red convertible, forcing them to pull harshly to the left and into a gas station parking lot. He pulled ahead, again merging into the left lane, pulling ahead of the slow moving Toyota, filled with little kids going to school. One of them flipped a finger at him, and the mother driving the car didn't even seem to care, being to busy giving him the finger herself. He didn't have time for this nonsense, and sped up, his hands-free cell-phone headset and hangover keeping him company.
"No, no, don't put me on hold... aughhh."
Marcus had been trying to reach David Rose all morning. Something in his dreams the other night had him concerned, had him wondering whether or not Rose was safe. They both had been working together on the Legends exhibit for years; it would be horrid to lose him, to lose a friend that had the same passions. Thus the anger, the energy. Marcus was doing everything to get David on the phone, to be told that David was safe.
"No, I don't want to talk to a research assistant, I need to speak to Rose, what the heck is so difficult?"
Silence on the other end. Then Marcus was told what happened. Marcus's green Minivan stopped at a red light, as the cold words came across from the other end. Afterwards complete silence.
"What do you mean he is missing? He fell into a six foot deep sarcophagus and disappeared?"
Marcus turned of the headset and set it down... this was ridiculous, nobody disappears in a six foot deep sarcophagus. Maybe it was just the hangover... perhaps he should try later.
*******************************************
The tunnel was barely wide enough for Link to walk through, his young shoulders brushing against the smooth bricks. At first he had stumbled around in the darkness for a little bit, running into walls and generally not getting anywhere. A few bruises and cuts later, he decided to sit down and take a look at the magnifying glass to pass the time, since he wasn't making much progress with the tunnels before him. He brought it out, holding it out in front of him. Remarkably, it still seemed to be reflecting some unknown light off from the distance, even though he was completely surrounded by darkness. Link shoved it upwards, trying to see if he could identify the source of the light in the glass by changing the position the light shone on, but it was little use. The Magnifying Glass still sparkled with its own light, yet shedding none on the surrounding area.
Link brought the glass to his eye.
As his eyes focused through the lens, he jumped backwards in surprise. Everything he looked at through the lens was revealed as if in full light! He brought it back up to eye level, and looked again. Before him was a winding tunnel, turning almost randomly but never truly deviating from its straight course. He wandered forward, the lens to his eye, but as he moved, he began to grow dizzy, drained of his life force. He quickly lowered the Magnifying Glass, and then brought it back up to his eye. Once again, after a short period of time, he began to feel drained and dizzy again, but this time he kept the Magnifying Glass level, and did not drop it. After an intense burst of pain, Link could no longer see through the glass, the light dimming and then completely disappearing. Link lowered the Magnifying Glass and watched as the light within it seemed to rejuvenate itself.
Deciding to move on, Link dropped the Lens of Truth into his bag, and went straight forward, avoiding the curves in the walls and making quicker progress.
*****************************************
"Mr. Marcus, there is someone here to see you."
Marcus's intercom blared loudly as his secretary's nasal voice announced the visitor. It took him a moment to find the intercom box beneath the papers on his desk, pushing the button with the red pencil he used for marking work that was practically glued to his hand.
"Who is it?"
"He is a representative of Gerannon enterprises, and is here about his sponsorship of the exhibit."
"Oh? I guess you can send him in."
Marcus watched as a shadow passed across the door. Whoever this gentleman was, he was tall. The door handle slid quietly, and surprisingly the door opened with nary a creak despite the rusty hinges. Marcus was not incorrect in his assumption as to the man's size, whoever he was, he stood slightly over seven feet tall, and had blazing red hair. Marcus watched as the representative closed the door, again with barely a sound from the normally vocal hinges. Marcus stood to welcome the visitor.
"It is a pleasure Mr.?"
"My name is Gerannon, Dortan Gerannon."
"THE Dortan Gerannon? President of Gerannon enterprises? It is a pleasure to see you, your contributions to the museum have kept us alive since conception. How can I help you?"
Dortan made himself comfortable in a large leather chair across the room from Marcus, moving aside several transparencies covered in translations that vied for the same spot. Marcus took a seat as well, finally dropping the red marking pencil he held onto the desk.
"For years Gerannon enterprises have given to this museum to keep the legends of the Mythic Hero alive, as, well, legends; and to keep the normal rabble from stealing and damaging weapons and items they know nothing about in relation to the mythic hero. However, despite this public service, I must ask you a favor."
"What is it?"
"Abandon the Dreamblade project."
"How did you know that we call this the...?"
"I know many things Mr. Marcus, and I suggest you drop this project. There are those who would use the knowledge gained to ill effect. Not only that, but I suggest you close up the tomb. A specific artifact lies within that should not be touched."
"What artifact? We have pretty much all of them, except for the Lens of Truth and the actual Triforce."
"The Lens of Truth is exactly what I mean. Already somebody has fallen for the traps in the tomb, specifically your friend Mr. Rose."
Marcus went still. He suddenly broke a cold sweat.
"Rose is gone?"
"Yes... I suppose he is dead. Of course, if you abandon the project, he could still be alive."
"You bas..."
"Don't finish that. Anyways. Drop the project and order the tomb sealed before nightfall, and I guarantee the safety of Mr. Rose. Otherwise, he may very well be lost in there forever."
"But... what do I do with the artifacts we already have?"
"Burn them, smash them... whatever. I really could care less as long as they cant be used again."
Gerannon stood, dusting his coat off and holding an expression of contempt. He walked slowly towards the door, his point having been made.
The moment he left Marcus was on the phone, calling in every favor he knew to have the tomb sealed away, its secrets lost to all but himself, Rose, and the evil man who just walked out of his office door."