Chapter 4
Panting from the mile run, Link reaches the large double-doors to the church a few seconds before his sister. He sat down at the top of the steps and caught his breath. Click's run slowed to a half-walk as she began up the steps. There were only three, but it seemed like a full staircase. Her voice was whiny and small.
"Link...No more running..." She set her backpack beside her brother and lay belly-down on the landing. He shook his head and got back to his feet. Seems his breath had come back enough to speak.
"No... Gotta get in..." He was still gasping for air between words, and took weary steps towards the doors they were sitting so close to. "Come on..." Even as Click groaned her protest, the doors opened with a soft 'click' and began slowly swinging inward. Both teenagers were stunned. The view of the inside of Kakariko Cathedral was as beautiful as the outside. Rows of beautiful dark brown pews, polished to a shine. The stained glass windows looked far more impressive with light coming from behind them, rather than shining onto them. They told the story of Creation. It was the red carpet aisle that drew Link's attention.
At the opposite end of the aisle stood an old man at the podium. A white beard hung down to the waistline of the yellow monastic robes he wore. He was looking through a thick tome, holding onto his small spectacles as he tried to focus them so he could read properly. After a moment, he looked up at the two teenagers who were still staring at him.
"Oh! Goodness, you're here...already... Um, come in! Come in, yes yes. You...you're quite...eh... Come in, have a seat, lad. Your... er... companion... is welcome, as well." His voice echoed down the hall to them. Very good acoustics. The two of them looked at each other, before taking cautious steps through the doorway. "Don't mind the doors. They're... automatic. Yes. That's an easy way of explaining it..." Link went directly up to the podium, while Click took a seat in the front pew. "Well, go ahead and ask, boy." Link didn't seem as bewildered as he thought he should have.
"Who are you?" He examined the old man's face as he spoke and found only wisdom and kindness. After asking his burning question, he glanced down at the open tome. The text was all in a language and script that Link had seen bordering the illustrations in his uncle's book of myths and legends.
"My name is Sahasrala. I maintain this cathedral. Whereas most churches are temples to one goddess, this building is a shrine to all three of Hyrule's creators. You do know them, of course?" The wise man looked hopeful. He smiled when Link nodded.
"Yes. Din, Nayru, and Farore. My uncle told me the stories a few times." Sahasrala's face drooped a bit, looking into Link's eyes.
"Your... uncle? Oh. Er...Has... Has he gone missing?" He fidgeted with his glasses a bit. Link narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah. How'd you know?" The old man shook his head and closed the tome. "What's going on?"
"I should have known. You'll see him again, fear not. But you aren't ready, yet." He begins walking off to a side room. "Have you been having... odd dreams? Voices? Light? Shadow?" Link followed him in, answering as the old man began to root through a shelf of very old papers.
"Do you plan on explaining any of this, or just keep asking me questions, instead?" The sound of Click typing on her laptop carried into the room. Sahasrala sighed.
"My apologies, Link." The typing stopped for a moment. "Er, that is your name, isn't... O-of course. Yes, of course it is." He pulls out a book from one of the many shelves in the miniature library and opens it. More of that old script. And illustrations, like those in Uncle Taron's book. This one is of a figure clad in green holding the full Triforce. "You see, throughout history, there has been a great evil that has tried to take control of the Golden Power. Each time, he was defeated. Now your uncle has gone off to fight the evil. He probably hasn't survived. Once again, the evil is waking. And another brave young lad named 'Link' must save Hyrule."