Hello, I'm back! Sorry for the long delay but I'm here. Please note this was all done on my cell phone so there will be mistakes. This chapter is quite different from the rest but dont worry. It won't stay that way. Please enjoy.

Risk, that is the one thing Cia is thinking as she use what little powers to step into her companion's dreams. A little trick she learn when she had to observe history unfold before her.

The only reason why she is here is so that she will be able to know this man's weakness to seduce him easier to her control when she regains all of her powers.

The area that I stood in are grassy plains with a road leading off to the distence. What caught my attention though are the troops marching in columns lead by the same man she saw in the picture.

Looks like they are done with a campaign.

I glide over to the supposed general as he sat on his horse. All in armor like the rest of his soldiers except for the purple robe hanging from his shoulders.

"My Lord," One of the men speaks up. "can you smell that?"

The foreigner pauses and takes a sniff into the air.

"It smells like a fire." He pulls to the side of the colum to let the troops March on.

"And it's very close my Lord. We haven't heard word from our scouts either. It smells like a trap" the gaurd shifts in his saddle.

"Its the scouts!" A shout in front of the column sounds off.

The feriegner and his gaurd turn their heads up front only to find a horse dragging its rider. As it comes closer black crook arrows sticks out of the body. Showing a clear sign of ambush but something else sticks out.

I hover closer to get a good look at the arrows. In each on is a carving of a small heart face with big eyes.

I know I saw this somewhere in history.

"Sir," a messenger ride up to them from the back. Getting my attention again. "Scouts report that an army is coming from behind and that the local fiend have been gathering of both our flanks."

Everyone frowns at this the looks at each other. Not sure what to do.

"Who could it be? No one has that big of an army around here. In fact we just took care of the last group that stood a chance of doing anything like this." His adviser speaks. Calm and yet nervous as his eyes shifts around.

"John" the general speaks up.

""Yes General" the captain replies back unshaken by the news.

"I want you to take the lieutenant and two company of lite calvary and have to Fort Mar."

"But the King..." the advisor is quickly interupt.

"Is dead" Everyone stiffens at the comment looking at the General in fear. "There would not be this fire this close to the capital. Also it smells like revolting."

John just nods and wave his hand to gather the calvary and sets off to find the lieutenant.

"Do you really believe he is dead?" A captain whispers.

The foreigner looks at him for as little bit longer before a sad look crosses his face. "Have the men prepare for battle. If the want to leave now, now is their chance."

Everyone nods and breaks up to command their troops to get in position. As men scramble into lines and some fleeing off.

For a second it seem like the General eyes lock onto mine as if he could see me. I began to fidget as he was getting closer to me.

The closer he came the more intimidating he became riding his warhorse. He stops a foot in front of me as I want to back away from him.

He throws his hands up to the skie as energy sparkles in his hands. Dark clouds start to form as the wind picks up. Soon, rain starts to fall. It was light at first then more comes down as a roaring orchestra of death.

"My Lord!" An advisor yells over the storm. "Dont use your magic to much. You are not healed yet."

The advice is ignored in he begins chanting as the dark energy starts to turn red and dance all over the men. Turning their bright armor into black. Their eyes shown blood red under their dark hoods as the silently wait for their command to charge.

"Oh my" my breath gets caught in my throat. "They look like demons."

"Sir look!" The Genral looks ahead with his glowing red eyes impassively.

I turn toward the direction he is looking at. My eyes bulge at the large totem being role into view. On each layer is a face as demonic as the men behind me. Each face getting worse the higher up it goes until it stops at a mask.

"Sir look!"

A mask of horrible history that has sown chaos and death long before the formation of the kingdom of Hyrule became official. It is in a shape of an heart.

In fact a later cult of its worshipers tried to settle in Hyrule. Only to be hunted down like dogs because of their belief. They were known as the "Cult of Masks". I witness that event and that was three hundred years ago. Obviously this memory is a little older then that event.

The enemy army starts to form on top of the hill with the mask showing. Some have clocked and others red and purple armor. Off in the distance footsteps could he heard from behind. A bleak moment though the feriegner did survive this though. So it can't be that bad.

The war horn from the enemy side blows and waves after endless waves rush down the hill. The darkening clouds making it harder to see by the passing minute. Lightning flash lighting up the now dark sky as the two armies rush at impossible speeds. Metal hitting metal echos through the field.

Then the magic erupts to life as groups of magic missiles of all sorts of colors being shot at the opposing armies.

The air became cold as a old presence chilly laughter echoes through the battle above the fighting. My muscles tense as the eery sound continues.

A flash of lightning reveals a tall character far from here before the second flash revealing the same heart shape mask with tenticuls protruding from the mask.

"So much for the 'Hero of Time'." The man next to her said.

My mind stops. 'Hero of Time' is only known by the selected fiew even in Hyrule. The story has been distorted over the centuries but still. The story of the 'Hero of Time' should have not spread that far away from Hyrule. Only royalty is that well verse and maybe some wealthy merchants. Who is this man?

I sat at the back of his horse as his memory takes him to the fight of a great evil but my mind is occupied with the facts I have about this man. He can or use to speak Hylien. He knows the legends of Hyrule but not all of them. He lives for a long time and most importantly his magic is bleeding out.

He must be from or around Hyrule though he does not match any villains description besides the magic powers he has shown. Though some of the spells he is doing in this memory are evidently foreign. He is also very protective of the king. The way of his eyes shift as the king was mention show worry. As if he is his only redemption of his sins.

My mind wonder at the implications and going over magic theories that could lead to his identity until an old tome comes to mind about transform magic or more exactly how power can change your shape. Very few have ever able to survive the magics of twisting matter into power but this man radiates with the change the more that I think of it.

The most successful person that has done this more that once is Vaati but he can't be him considering he was just relies from his prison. It is defidently not Ganon or his cronies. Maybe one of the monsters? They did have some magical properties and if old enough could be strong though who could it transform?

The area starts to fade as my magic starts to weaken. I left at a puff a air as everything is turning whight. Before everything fades a quick spark of magic left my hands.

I soon open my eyes as I watch the man in front of me. I know a weakness now. A small thread. A fact and now that memory regeneration spell will soon make it easier to communicate with him. Though careful planning needs take place. A wounded animal is the most dangerous with nothing to loose.

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Unbenost to Cia that man in question remembers a little part of his dream. A part that has Cia in it. A dream that will change things for better or worse.