| Princess Zelda scanned the faded pages of a spell book, searching for an incantation for protection from enemies. Her fingers raced down the scribbled lines of wolfos blood ink written by ancient scholars long before her birth. The book smelled musty, and was over 500 years old. The pages were yellowed and crinkly, weak as a shriveled leaf in winter. The spells were listed in rows, one after another, the brownish ink faded, but still readable. "Faerie Dust Smite" "Healing" "Wolfos Bane" "Arrow of Light" No, wasn't here. Zelda flipped the shriveled yellow page, and searched down it. Not there. She sighed in exasperation, and turned quickly to any random page. What she saw riveted her attention to the crinkled paper: "Separating the Triforce" Zelda read, extremely absorbed in anything that had to do with the Triforce. The faded parchment stated: Only three will ever be fortunate to have a section of the Divine Triforce embedded within them. They will become quite powerful, and skilled in magic, as they will be empowered by It. But, when It is drawn from that one, then It can become even more powerful, and can serve as a deadly weapon. If this one shall desire the Triforce for these purposes, then they must stand atop Mount Kasusto and must have the hand containing the Sign of the Triforce struck by lightning while on this mountaintop. When it strikes, that One must cry: "Benviendos arrianya et najirran!" If all is done correctly, then that person will not be harmed by the lightning, and the separation will occur. But a word of caution: If you seek to perform this act of Magic, you must be of sound mind and strong in body, for this spell requires physical and mental concentration, and is extremely draining. Death could result from lacking these qualities. "Woah, that is so....." Zelda was in awe, and at a loss for words. She was amazed that something like that could be done. She sat the book aside, marking it with a scarlet silk ribbon. "You're coming with me later." She said, and then laughed at the fact that she was talking to a book. Zelda then turned back to the mahogany bookshelf, lined with dust and papyrus scrolls. Scanning the volumes with a fingertip, she searched for the other spell book she knew had belonged to her mother. "Ah, there you are, you little dickens!" Zelda exclaimed, as the little gilt book was plucked from the musty group sitting dejectedly on the dusty shelf. She took it over to the candle that sat at a little table near the window, to examine the old book. The shadows created by the dancing flame on the candle added an element of enchantment, the gold silken cover twinkling. She ran her hand across it, then gently opened the book. The print was in her mother's own hand, small and neat. Zelda scanned the pages religiously until her azure eyes came across the spell she was looking for. As she began to read, she suddenly found her light growing dim, and she looked up to see her candle sputter and die. Zelda was left in the darkened room, moonlight cast dramatically on the stone floor, eerily creating shadows across the wooden shelves. She slipped her mother's book into her pocket, and cradled the other in her arms, as Zelda slipped up the steps to her chamber on the third floor. *** Meanwhile... A blinding flash shot through the abandoned temple, as a dark figure appeared in a burst of smoke. Coughing, Ganon waved it off with a bony grey hand, struggling to clear the air. He had escaped, but what would he do now??? He had not conjured a plan upon his escape, and was drawing a blank. The only thing he could pull from the dark recesses of his evil mind was the word REVENGE. But that led to emptiness. Ganon had to think of some way to terrorize the Hyrulean Royal Family, and hoping that the charred town beyond the Temple of Time would help, he stepped into the late afternoon air. The sky over Hyrule Castle Town was a dingy violet-grey mixture, and undead creatures kept watch like moaning sentinels. Sensing warm living flesh, they screamed in a heathen tounge, and proceeded to shuffle towards their 'victim'. Ganon quickly conjured up a ball of pulsating energy, and threw it towards his minions with rage. It hit one, and the decaying denizen fell lifeless to the broken cobblestones. They other undeads stopped, and looked to their master with empty eye sockets. "My servants of evil," Ganon cried, "I need thy aid. I must take out a vendetta against the ones called Hero and Princess. Come with me!" The undeads nodded stupidly, and began to shuffle again towards their master, now diciples of Ganon. Ganon grinned evilly, and snapped his fingers nonchalantly. Galloping at a quick pace from the darkened clouds came a phantom horse. It stopped before Ganon, and lovered itself to his level. "Where might I be able to keep watch over this wretched land?" Ganon seethed. "Must be someplace high up....aha! Death Mountain." Chuckling at his own cleverness, he mounted the ebony coloured horse, and beckoned the undeads to follow his lead. It was a frightening parade across the field, but soon enough, in about an hour, he approached the foot of the mountain, at a small town called Kakariko. Blast it, all the residents were in peaceful slumber, dreaming happy thoughts, as Ganon thought to himself. Slyly, he quickly muttered a Gerudo incantation, that made the sky grow darker than it already was at 20:00. The Nightmare spell.... "Heh heh heh..." He chuckled nasally, and proceeded his trek up the long trail to the peak of the mountain. The undead creatures trudged behind him, occasionally skeletonizing an unfortunate Goron that sought releif from the Midsummer heat by sleeping on the trail. About halfway up, a cawing black bird darted from the starry sky, landing on the wizard's shoulder, and it began to pick through Ganon's lice infested Gerudo locks. Enraged, Ganon grabbed the poultry by the neck, debating whether to snap it's neck, or something worse. "My servants of evil....." The bird cawed, repeating Ganon's speech earlier. Ganon was taken aback in surprise. "You pathetic urchin.....you talk? But you're nothing but the common Guay!" "Me is a Moby!" The Moby cried in a childlike voice. "A Moby?" Ganon asked, recalling the legend that they were able to talk on their own, and also mimic anything they heard. "Me is a Moby!" The small raven coloured bird squawked again. "Ah, you little urchin, you may be of some use to me...." Ganon stroked his fleshy double chin thoughtfully, "I'll spare you, on the condition you serve ME!" "Yessiree!!!" The Moby squawked excitedly, Ganon let the small bird reside on his shoulder, as they approached the peak of the mountain. The large Goron smith was gone, fortunately for Biggoron, and Ganon surveyed the quiet countryside splayed out before him like an open book. "Now, to set up my fortress....." He thought aloud. Waves of heat drew his attention to a cave with a reddish glow eminating from it. He led the Moby, Undeads, and horse down the broken rock steps, into a crater tucked within the King of Mountains. "Wenches," He cried triumphantly, "Welcom to the....uh....," His next word was hissed sinisterly, "Underworld......" |
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