The Legend of Zelda: Banishment Part 5A

The Seven Statues

By: Sketzer

(Based on the Legend of Zelda games)

Prologue

            Link finally had the plan of how he would finally defeat Nazrox and Ganon. He was going to use the land of Hyrule itself to defeat them. All he needed was for his mage assassins to get the statues and bring them safely to the castle. He and the head wizard Zintril had been researching as much as they could in the library. They discovered that the statues are a never-ending source of mana from which all of Hyrule feeds. If one was taken, the balance would be offset and certain parts would grow faster where others would perish. When the balance is restored the land returns too normal. Also, they formed a theory that when a statue is taken, anyone in the land that perishes is sent into limbo. Link planned to use the statues to overgrow the forest, and trap or weed out the Baltrithian Army.

Chapter 1: An Old Friend

            Clire's orders were to retrieve the Statue of Kakariko in Kakariko Village. Clire watched as a few Baltrithian sentries harassed an older looking elf, but he couldn't just let them push a Hyrulian around. Clire counted how many enemies there were. Five. This'll be a cinch. I just have to surprise them. Clire hid behind a stack of crates, and prepared a simple stunning spell. When the humans began to push the old hermit elf, the old hermit elf snapped and began fighting back at the humans. The old elf was not strong, but was skilled and graceful. He moved between and around the humans, until the humans began throwing random punches, a sign of their drunkenness. The hermit elf then caught one of their punches and spun the human around. When the human stopped spinning he bent over and vomited upon the ground. The old elf then kicked him between the legs, and the man keeled over into his own stomach fluids.

The other two humans ganged up on the hermit, pulling him to the ground. Time to strike. Clire proceeded to leap onto the crates, and used his stunning spell on one of the humans. He then unsheathed his sword. The human lunged at the new enemy, but was swiftly stopped by the blunt side of Clire's sword. As the human fell, Clire brought his sword back around and ran the man through. One of the other two grabbed the old hermit from behind, while the other punched the elder in the gut. Clire threw his sword at the man holding the hermit elf. The sword spun as it flew sticking into the leg of his target. The man screamed and grabbed the sword protruding from his injured appendage. The hermit ducked away as Clire instinctively sent a fire spell at the uninjured man. The man burst into an inferno, then collapsing into a pile of ash.

            Clire finished off the injured man first, retrieving his sword in the process. Then finished the stunned man with the quick flick of his sword. The final man had drowned in his stomach fluids. The hermit invited Clire into his house, and then asked him who he was. "I am Clire, a special knight to the king of Hyrule. I am on a mission," he stated respectfully. It was the hermit's turn to talk, "I'll say you're special. You deal in magic, eh? Hmm, I'm a bit of a potionist myself. But I also dabble in the arts of magic from time to time."

"That's nice, but I must continue my mission."

"Wait! You don't even know my name. I'm Giltram."

"Giltram… where have I heard that?"

"I helped King Link once before, but it was when he was not king yet. I helped him to defeat Ganon and encase him in the box at the Spirit Temple."

"So you are the Giltram. Wow, I never thought I'd run across you."

"Well, I am a hermit. I don't normally like company. However, you helped me so I am in your debt. I want to accompany you on your mission."

"I'm sorry but the mission is top secret."

"Heh, I'm sure the King won't mind. I want to see him again anyway."

"Well… ok. But if you are someone other than Giltram…"

"I am Giltram, and you have no need to threaten me."

"Ok, get your things."

Chapter 2: Ganon's Goal

            Link took the diary he found in his floor sometime ago. With all the things needing to be done in the war he found no time for himself. He sat at his desk and opened the book to his bookmark and read.

King Lithidor II:

            I am the first Elf-Human King of Hyrule. My father liked the humans very much. So much so that he learned each of the hundred of them by name. One however, called Ganon, poisoned some of my father's fruit and killed him. I will find that madman.

            It has been found that a number of odd creatures are appearing in the wild. I have had scholars sketch them and they look like a sea creature I have seen in the castle's library, the Octopus. Since they fire rocks out of their noses (should I call them snouts?), I will name them Octorocks. I am not sure but I believe they have something to do with Ganon.

            I managed to meet Ganon in person, though it was a strange meeting indeed. When I accused him of being a Baltrithian he said, "I was not sent here by those stupid wretched humans. I am my own race. I am everything, yet also nothing. You elves disgust me with your pointy ears and pretty faces." So I asked, "Why are you here?" He replied, "I am drawn here by the magic that saturates the air. It is old yet new. The taste is so very sweet. You see I am drawn to magic like a moth to flame. The closer I reach the hotter it burns." Then I asked, "Why do you seek the magic?" His answer was what confused me most. "I was born from magic. It is this, which I do not yet understand. In order for me to find myself I must find the most powerful magic. I can feel it right now. It grows then fades. The power is in this land, but how to find it is the question I have been asking myself for these past months." He turned and left without another word. I never saw him again.

Link closed the book and wished that he had read this sooner. He raced to the wizard's tower in an effort to find Zintril, but to no avail. Next, he checked the library. There the wizard sat, nose in book as usual. "Zintril!" Link called, "I need you to have a look at this." Link shoved the diary between Zintril and the very large herbology book that the head wizard had been so intent on reading. "What's this?" asked Zintril. "Don't worry about that, just read."

            The wizard read the diary entry closely. When he was finished he said, "Hmm… this uncovers much of our enemy. We know what he intends to accomplish. The only thing we don't know is which road he'll take to get there. I'll start checking the magical history books for anything that may help, but he is a dark sorcerer once stripped of a body. He may know things that can only come from being just a soul, which could've brought him very close to the netherworld." Link interrupted the old man's rambling. "I'll leave you to your work, Zintril."

Chapter 3: Kakarito Village

            "So, where are we headed Clire?" Giltram asked as he checked his bags the final time. "To Kakarito, legend has it that a giant snake once protected the people of the village."

"Yes, I know that story. Ok, I've everything I need."

            They left the house at midnight hoping to evade detection from human sentries. Their path was down the edge of Hyrule Field; reason being that Hyrule Field was surrounded by forest. When the sun came, they could hide and continue moving in the dense forest. After about three days, they came to the end of Hyrule Field.

            Hyrule Field was a long plain with two ends. At one end there was a large path leading to the castle, but the other tapered into a very small path. That path led to Kakarito. They avoided the direct entrance to the path, but stayed near it in the cover of the forest. The path was long and winding and they found themselves almost going out of their way to avoid humans. The humans grew more and more numerous, until Clire and Giltram found a large wooden wall. "Giltram, have you ever been to Kakarito before?" Clire asked in a whisper. "Yes, but that was long ago. I don't seem to remember Kakarito having a wall though."

"Exactly my point. The humans must be using this village to house the troops closest to the castle. This may be very bad. We need to investigate."

"Yes, the king will want to know where the enemy is. Perhaps we could sabotage something."

"That's not honorable."

"Whom are we dealing with?"

"Good point."

            Clire used a seeing spell to inspect the village. Though he was outside the wall, the spell enabled him to see the village as though the wall was not there. "Its worse than I thought, Giltram."

"How's that?"

"The humans are massing their army, though they should know by now that they cannot penetrate the castle walls."

"Perhaps they've found a way. Maybe when the walls were built, something was overlooked."

"Possibly. Not likely though. Wait! How do you know about the walls of Hyrule?"

"I am a little more than you think I am. I helped design the walls of Hyrule."

"What? So what did you overlook?"

"I'm not quite sure yet. It will take some reflection into my memories. If I remember something, I will tell you."

            Clire used a spell to make a tunnel under the wall. Giltram took out a vial, "We'll need this if we are to be neither seen nor heard. This potion will do just that." Giltram proceeded to drink only a drop, and then handed the vial to Clire. "Only a drop will be needed for an hour, Clire." Clire nodded and took a drop of the potion. Slowly he felt warmth envelop him from the inside. As he looked at Giltram, it seemed that he had a hole that went straight through him. Amazingly, the potion cloaked clothes also. Giltram's hole grew larger until it moved down his arms and legs. Clire looked at himself only to find that he could not see half of his body.

            Eventually the potion finished taking effect. They wasted no time in crawling under the wall and into the human base. What they found appalled them. The elves of the village were forced to do everything for the humans. The humans sat on large elven rugs growing fat and weak. The only reason this continued is because this was part of the rebellion, to make the humans weak and slow. Giltram and Clire split up to look around different parts of the base.

            Giltram found the weapons cache, and wondered how to destroy it without drawing too much attention to himself or harming the innocents. He decided to set it aflame with an invention of his called "Dry Fire". It was a solid, but when you added water or spat on it… the block ignited. He set a few blocks around different parts of the cache, while not coming too close to the humans. When he was finished he left the village via Clire's tunnel, and waited for him.

            Clire, however, found a house full of various supplies. He found rope, piles of wood, dried fruits, and other things that armies thrived on. He began a slightly complex spell that would burn the house with a fire that would not go out from water. He set the spell to work, and left the village.

            "Clire, are you there?"

            "Yes, I set a building on fire. What did you do?"

            "Well, if it rains, the humans won't have very many weapons left."

            "Hmm, I could arrange that."

            "How?"

"By making it rain."

            "Won't that put-out your fire?"

            "No, it's magic fire."

            Clire began a spell that took up much of his energy. Had there been more clouds in the sky the spell would've been much easier. Instead he took water from the well, and sent it into the sky. The rain fell and set the dry fire ablaze. Clire filled his tunnel with soft dirt in case they needed to use it again. Satisfied, the two moved out of the village's sight. When they reached their chosen campsite, the potion had worn off. They set up camp, and slept through the dimly lit night.

Chapter 4: The First Statue and a Lost Prophecy

             It was early morning, and Link was fast asleep. As quickly as he had slept, Zelda awoke him. "Link! Link wake up! One of the mage assassins is back!" This breathed life into the half-sleeping king. "W-what? Show me!" Link got out of bed, and put on his robes. Zelda led him downstairs to the conference room, just next to the throne room. The entire council was already sitting in their usual places. The mage assassin, Sebastian, stood in the front of the room while holding a leather pouch. Link addressed him first. "Sebastian, good to see you alive! Is that the statue?" Link pointed to the leather pouch. Sebastian nodded and said, "I was waiting for you, your majesty, to reveal it to the council."

"Thank you, Sebastian. Hand me the pouch," replied Link. Sebastian handed Link the large pouch. Link could feel the power emanating from the large but amazingly light object. He took the strings, and untied them. The pouch fell from the protected object revealing a statue of a horned bear. "Cremtroil, the horned bear of the great river. Very good Sebastian, Hyrule's gratitude is everlasting." Link handed the statue to Zintril, who examined the statue for any trace of information. When he looked on the back of the bear, he gasped. "Oh my! I haven't seen this kind of writing in…ages. It's Ethanolian." One of the younger council members stood and said, "What is Ethanolian? And why do you know it…wizard?" It was Link's turn to speak, "Learn your manners, Milithun. Do not speak to your elders so." Milithun looked down in shame and replied, "Yes, your majesty."

Link turned his attention back to Zintril. "What is Ethanolian, Zintril? Please explain to the younger generation, where we came from." Zintril looked delighted, as though he wished someone had asked him that question fifty years ago. "Ethanol is the original name of Hyrule. However, Ethanol is not Hyrule. It was the joint continent of Baltrian and Hyrule. There was a goddess called Glestyin, and she created Ethanol and the elves. But her brother, Helstram, created the humans. She was outraged and the first war began between the humans and elves. The war lasted so long that she decided to split the continent in two. One half was for the elves, the other for the humans. It has been this way for three hundred years, until the humans came and invaded us. We are fighting the second war." Zintril then looked at the inscription again, and then read it aloud. "Te triforce re nuthu canthu tre drentare ti te triforce re hantrentar. Or, in our tongue, 'The power of one cannot be compared to the power of friends.' I believe this suggests that if the statues are reunited, then we shall have the power to defeat Ganon." Link was not surprised by this assessment, but was caught off guard by the decrepit scroll withdrawn by Zintril.

"I found this in the wizard archives last night. It is a prophecy. I am not yet certain of how it came into our possession, or who wrote it. However, upon reading it myself I can safely ensure that this is the answer to many of our majesty's questions." Zintril handed the prophecy to Link, who carefully untied it. He unrolled it, and then read to the council.

"A goddess and her creation shall make a child. The father in turn shall be granted an infinite time to help set the world straight. However, the father will not see his child grow, and will meet him only three times: once at birth, once as a young man, and once as a man of honor. The child shall be tied to the land in ways that is comprehendible only to the creator. The child requires the reunion of the friends of the land, to stop the darkness and bring peace to the world."

Link rolled up and tied the prophecy. He looked across the council and walked out the door, taking the scroll with him. Zelda followed him to his room. He shut and locked the door behind him; refusing to come out, saying, "Let me figure this out. Leave me alone!" Zelda was slightly hurt by his statement, but knew that with Link, reason came before emotion. "Link, please, you're being insensible. Let me come in and I'll help you decipher the prophecy." He replied with, "No! This is mine alone to understand. It was meant for me, and no other. Let me figure it out for myself."

"Link! As your wife I demand that you come out here at once and speak to me like a gentleman!"

"I am not a gentleman."

"Link, listen to yourself! You are being stone-headed! Come out and face me like a man!"

"Hmm, funny words. I am not a man. I am an elf!"

"Coward!"

Link, opened the door and looked at Zelda, his face full of rage. He pulled her into a very passionate kiss nearly equal to that of their first kiss. "Finally! Put some anger in you and you perk right up!"

"You planned that didn't you? You devious little…"

"Hey! I do what I can. Let's figure this out."

He opened the scroll and placed it on a table. As it was late morning, there was plenty of light to see the parchment by. He read it out loud again, but one sentence at a time. "A goddess and her creation shall make a child. This must mean…" He pulled out the History of Hyrule and opened to the first entry. "Glestyin must have mated with one of the pure elves somehow. The father in turn shall be granted an infinite time to help set the world straight. The child's father must be very old, and perhaps an oddity among the elves. However, the father will not see his child grow, and will meet him only three times: once at birth, once as a young man, and once as a man of honor. This is very direct, do you see anything of this, Zelda?"

"No. He could be very old, but seems to be younger than he is. That could be many of the old men in Hyrule."

"Agreed. The child shall be tied to the land in ways that is comprehendible only to the creator. This couldn't be…" He turned to the third entry of the diary. "Ganon. It can't be Ganon because he came with the humans. Hmm. The child requires the reunion of the friends of the land, to stop the darkness and bring peace to the world. This is not very clear. I don't know what to make of it."

"Who is looking for seven people?"

This struck a chord in Link's mind. "Or seven things? I'm looking for seven statues that all came from the goddess Glestyin. What if I am the child that the prophecy talks of?"

"It would make sense, but how are you tied to the land?"

"I'm not sure. Thank you for helping, Zelda."

"That wasn't so hard was it?"

Chapter 5: Well Found Objective

Clire and Giltram woke that morning to a full view of fog. "What a dreary day, eh Clire?" Giltram was trying to start a fire, but had no luck with the damp sticks he found. "Yeah, this will be a great day to examine our damage."

"Agreed. What do you want for breakfast? Stale bread, or stale bread?"

"I think I want the latter."

They laughed at their misfortune for a few minutes, until Clire offered to start the fire. Giltram declined with an old Hyrulian proverb, "He who always takes the easy path, shall never truly gain self-wisdom." After an hour of work, Giltram managed a spark. They sat by the fire and ate the stale bread, until Clire stood and said, "If we're going to survey the village again, we had best do it now." They collected the needed items for what they would do. Giltram, who had woken before Clire, had managed to find a spitting cobra and made a blinding bomb out of its venom. Clire was amazed at the hermit's alchemy skills. "Giltram, how did you become so good at alchemy?"

"Well, being a hermit, I have a lot of time on my hands."

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            To the Baltrithian Army's new general, there was something very odd about Nazrox. Nazrox had begun to meditate, and had grown his hair out to wear over his forehead and ears. Every time the general caught him off-guard, Nazrox looked almost demonic.

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            "Ganon, I believe it is time to strike."

            No, wait for the rock golems to return. Only then will we be strong enough.

            "Yes, I agree. However, if we wait too long Link may come up with a way to stop us. We will be in great trouble if…"

            Silence, Nazrox! You are being paranoid. There is no way to stop the Ceth-aneth.

            "We must still take precautions. If he finds a way around, we will look like fools!"

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Clire and Giltram made their way into Kakarito with a little less stealth. They took the invisibility potion again. An idea struck Clire. "Hey! Are we going to split up again?"

"Sure, why?"

"Because if we whisper and we are not together, we run the chance of being caught."

"That would be a problem, but what else could we do?"

"I'll draw a half circle in the dirt, and you complete it."

"Ok. Let us begin."

They proceeded through the front gate. Clire put sleeping spells on the more isolated guards. The sleeping spells would only wear off if he was too far away from them to keep his hold, and the hold would grow weaker if he put the spell on too many of them. So he put the spell on only seven guards, but it was enough to make passage through the village much easier.

            Giltram looked all over the village trying to find a sign of the statue of Kakarito, but couldn't find anything. Suddenly and idea popped into his mind. If I can talk to the elder, I may be able to locate the statue. Giltram searched for the elder in very nearly every house in the village, but could not find him anywhere. Even though Giltram had not been to Kakarito for decades, the elder of Kakarito was one of his few friends. Finally, Giltram ended up in front of the makeshift jail set-up by the humans. Giltram made his way inside whilst looking in each cell. He was not surprised to find only elves in the cells; no humans anywhere save the ones patrolling the long wooden halls. Giltram had almost given up, when he spotted a single cell with two guards. That must be where the elder is. Makes sense that they would keep him isolated from the other elves. He's always been good with words.

            Clire tried to focus his senses on the magic in the area, but when he did his senses overloaded. The statue must be nearby; the magic here is too strong to be normal. Clire tried to keep unfocused to the magic in the area, and tried to sense its source at the same time. He was drawn to the center of town, where there was a large plaza and a well. He let the feeling engulf him. It guided him straight to the well, where eight humans were posted. Where is the statue? I'm drawn to the well, but why? Then it clicked. The statue is at the bottom of the well. There is no way for me to get to the well alone. I wonder where Giltram is? He drew a half circle in the ground, and waited for Giltram.

            As Giltram's spell began to fade, wavy lines appeared whenever he moved. Slowly, he walked towards the two guards and took out a sleeping powder encased in a vial. He threw the vial between the guards, forming a large greenish-yellow mist. The guards choked, then fell to the ground. After the powder had dispersed, Giltram kneeled next to the guard and whispered, "I know how you feel, really." He proceeded to take the keys from one guard and opened the door to the cell. To the elder, the door opened by itself. "Who's there? What's going on?" said the elder in slight bewilderment. "Its okay, I just need to know where the statue is," said Giltram in a whisper. "What for? Who are you?" asked the elder in an irritated fashion. "Its me, Giltram. The king needs the statue to fight the humans."

            "Is that so? How can you possibly be Giltram and not another human trick? Why can't I see you?"

            "How about the time I accidentally blew up your tool shed with one of my inventions? You can't see me because I took an invisibility potion. Invented it myself."

            "That's Giltram alright. Why does the King want the statue?"

            "I'm not sure of his reasons exactly, but he wants to use it to fight the humans."

            "Well, never thought that Kakarito would have one more battle. It's in the bottom of the well."

            "Why is it down there?"

            "Because that's where Kakarito lived. You see he was the only snake that could swim."

            "Hmm, ok. How do I get down there?"

            "Don't know. Never tried to personally. However, you always find a way to fix problems. Speaking of which, could you get me out of here?"

            "No, sorry. It would bring too much attention to us."

            "Us?"

            "Oh! Clire and I are working together. He's an agent of the King, and he's bloody good too. Knows his stuff. Anyway, sorry can't help you old friend."

            "That's ok. You've brought me happiness in the fact that I helped my kingdom."

            "Good-bye, old friend."

            "Good-bye, Giltram."

            Giltram proceeded back through the cell door. Once out of the jail, he headed for the square. Soon, he found the well and half circle drawn on the ground. He completed the circle and felt a light tug on his shirt. He looked around and there was no one close by. "Clire?"

            "Shh! Do you want us to be found?"

            "Ok, I found out that the statue is in the bottom of the well."

            "Makes sense. I feel huge emanations of magic pouring out of it. I have a spell that will allow us to breath underwater."

            "Good let's go."

            Clire began the spell. He drew his hands together and said a word very softly. Then ran his hands over Giltram's neck and upon his own. Pulling power from within himself, he created a pair of gills on where he had put his hands. "Into the water now," commanded Clire.

They both jumped into the well and caught their breaths. Giltram asked, "How could you see me? I was still invisible." Clire replied. "When a sorcerer begins a spell, they are much closer to the realm of magic. This closeness allows them to see many more living things than they had thought possible. I also saw a very large being in a cavern below us. I could not make out what it was." Giltram looked down at the cavern below, "How long does your spell last?" Clire laughed and joked, "Giltram, are you becoming a bit craven?"

"Well, yeah. I am scared of drowning after all."

"Oh, sorry. It will last until I take it off. Do not worry. We should get moving."

"Agreed."

As they descended further into the well, the cavern turned and twisted until it opened into a giant water-filled grotto. Because no sunlight could reach the cave, it was completely dark. Clire conjured a small light, and held it in his hand. From what they could see, the water was crystal clear. Feeling confident, Clire made the light much larger. Light filled the entire cavern, and they saw the very thing they had been searching for. There, on a small rounded stone, was the Statue of Kakarito.

Chapter 6: The Glow of Hope

            Link held the statue, studying it. He had written down the ancient language inscribed on the back of the statue, and what Zintril had translated it to mean. The power of one cannot be compared to the power of friends. He contemplated the true meaning of the statement, because there was also the literal answer it held. Of course it meant what it said. The more friends you have, then the more power you hold. It could perhaps mean something else also. It may mean that I must have all the statues, in order to defeat a great power. Immediately he thought of Ganon. The very name was his enemy.

            He left the statue on a chair and moved to his balcony. He looked upon all that had once been a great land, filled with good-natured people who would gladly help with any and all requests asked. Now it seemed that the evil of the humans had overflowed into the society of the elves. Some plotted revenge on the humans, and the more radical ones took up arms in the main plaza, and delivered speeches about how horrible the humans were. After some time, Link watched the gradual change in the weather and noticed rain. He was very much accustomed to watching the time go by day by day, as the only other thing for him to do was help Zelda settle people's petty differences, something he was not fond of doing and found that she was better at it than himself anyway.

Another thing Link watched for day to day was any sign of the other mage assassins. He hoped they were all ok, had he thought of it Zintril could have easily shown him that they were all doing very well. Nonetheless, Link watched and waited for a sign.

Then it came, a splash. Link saw it, but it was not clear. Another came soon after, and Link stormed out of his room and alerted the guards. It may have been one of two things, a friend or an enemy. He felt as though it were a friend, one of the mage assassins. He slipped on his wide black cloak, and sprinted into the rain. Link broke no sweat catching up to the guards, and then politely asked the elf on top of the gate, "Can you see who it is?" The reply came, "Yes, its Restalm!" The news of the mage assassin's arrival encouraged a great cry of relief from the nearby soldiers and townsfolk. Link sighed a good breath.

The gate opened slowly because of the mud from the excess rain. The kingdom had already enough hardships with the drought and all the other dealings, but now it seemed a flood was upon them. Finally the gate opened, and Restalm ran through the opening. Link drew him into a hug knowing that the elf standing before him had faced some great hardships. "I have it your majesty! This is the statue of Thamldrin, the Goron. They say that he was half golem and half elf." The assassin handed Link the second statue with no formality. He courteously bowed and walked back to his family, friends, and the rest of the life he left behind.

Link turned the statue in his hands. The statue looked like a very large elf, with overgrown arms and legs. It looked to be a very powerful creature. He covered the statue with the cloak, though he knew it would not matter.

By the time Link was back in the castle, nearly everyone knew it was there. He brandished it high and showed them that he had not sent his elite warriors on a wild goose chase. Leaving the statue of the Goron in the throne room, Link retrieved the statue of Cremtroil from his bedroom.

Back in the throne room, the Goron statue glowed dimly. It grew slightly brighter when Link sat the statue of Cremtroil next to it. "It seems as though we are on the correct path," announced Zintril as he came hobbling toward the small group that now composed of the Hyrulian Monarchy. Link nodded in agreement then spoke, "This proves the theory that the statues hold power. I believe I have deciphered the riddle of the inscriptions on the statues. 'The power of one cannot be compared to the power of friends' means two things. One is that obvious moral which it tells, 'the more friends you have…the more power you hold.' However, I think it means that if we collect all the statues, something magnificent will happen."

"What would that be?" asked Zelda.

"I'm not sure, but let's keep on the look out for more of the statues."

Everyone looked around at each other for about ten seconds, until Link stated that he would be in his study and was not to be disturbed. Lately it seemed that he had become an outsider, more so than before he had become King. I never have been great with people. I must live with it though, as I am their king. He didn't want the responsibility anymore, but it may have been a good thing that Link had become King when he did. Otherwise, he may not have lived through this whole ordeal.

As he reached his study he remembered the diary, and decided to read it again. He went back to his bedroom and picked it up, then headed back to the study. I wonder what I'll learn today. He had this strange feeling that it was something great.

He sat down at a table, and opened to his bookmark.

King Zentora I:

            My father was only half elf so he died of old age. I myself am not pure elf even though my father married a pure elf. Anyway, I have found myself in need of an army to hold back Ganon. He is a menace upon this land. I started a liege of knights to protect my kingdom from his sorcery, and have tried to set-up a meeting with him so I can ask my questions, but he staves me off. He is a menace that has answers. That is not a good combination.

            A boy was born today, but he is different somehow. He had an unusual mark on his head. It was glowing gold for five minutes, but then disappeared though it was never there. It looked like a three triangles forming a larger triangle. It was very unusual, but I think we will see great things from him. Unfortunately, his mother died while giving birth.

The boy has grown up now, and I see him only once in a while. He is always out in the wild and for the life of me I cannot remember his name. No matter, ever since I told him about Ganon, he has searched for him. It is odd. They are so different yet similar. They both feel magic.

He turned the page.

I now hand over my throne to the boy whom I described above. His name is Link, and I know that if he finds these pages…he'll have many answers to his past. However, for the sake of his sanity, I do not wish it. This is why I have left this diary in the rock I carved. I am split in my decision; he needs to know… but not too soon. I hope he reads this slowly, and gets his answers at all the right times.  If you read this Link, I'm sorry.

To Be Continued...

Author's Notes: Well, I decided to post this much of the end because of a few reasons. One would be that this story is getting really really long, and two would be that I need something to post. So I fuigured, why not give the people the beginning of the end of this series. Then I'll post part B when I finally finish it. Yeah, so please tell me what you think.