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My Hiding Place

We led our horse all the way to Zora’s River, almost completely rounding Hyrule in the process. We had to be very quick, or else Ganondorf would get to us. So we very quickly dismounted the horse when we came to the river. We swam across, and left footprints in the damp, squishy soil, all the way up to the gate. I still feared for my life as we jumped into the river. The current swept us towards the entrance to Kakariko Village.

While we were running up the stairs, and towards the Kakariko Graveyard, Impa told me, “You’re going to need to learn how to magically disguise yourself.”

“Why magically?”

“Because Ganondorf would notice if you just changed your clothes.” We were in the graveyard now. There was a small wooden house-though I would barely call it a house-to the right of us.

Impa pounded on the door to the house. “DAMPE! DAMPE, WAKE UP, THIS A SERIOUS SITUATION!” I heard a grunt from the inside, and the door opened, revealing a particularly ugly old man with a hump on his back. He was holding a shovel.

“Whadder ya want, Impa?” he asked, clearly irritable.

“I need you to hide Princess Zelda in that grave you dug for yourself. Ganondorf is coming.” She forced me in front of her, because somehow I had found myself hiding behind her legs. Dampe’s eyes widened.

“Well, I normly don’t let any person inter m’ grave, but I can make an esseption for the scared young girl.”

“Thank you Dampe,” said Impa as Dampe began to lead us up to the gravestone brhind the fence, to the left of the entrance. He pulled the gravestone back (with great difficulty) to reveal a small hole.

“Now go down this hole here, young missy. I promise you won’t get hurt.”

I obeyed. Jumping down the hole, I felt a strange sort of sensation. I felt that I was the wisest being in Hyrule for a second. That I could find a solution to any problem whatsoever. When I landed, I looked at my hand, which felt like it was glowing. It was. The Triforce was glowing on the back of my hand, and one triangle near the bottom was glowing much more fiercely than the others. As Dampe and Impa fell down on either side of me, Impa looked at my hand with an expression of pure shock, mixed with fear.

“Oh, no. Ganondorf must have touched the Triforce. It seems as though it has now been divided.” She looked up at me, “You are holder of the Triforce of Wisdom.”

I blinked, and then gasped. “Does-does this mean I can use more powerful magic?” I was curious. If my magic was stronger, I could probably learn that disguise thing Impa was talking about much faster.

“Yes,” said Impa, “but this also means Ganondorf has the Triforce of power. That is very, very bad. And then there’s the matter of the Triforce of courage…. Who has obtained it, I wonder? I would bet my last few rupees that it was the boy we met at the castle that day. Remember him, Zelda?”

Something clicked. “Yes! I gave him the Ocarina of Time while we were running from Ganondorf. Well, rather threw it at him, but he still got it! He probably opened the Door of Time, but Ganondorf was a step ahead of him and got the Triforce before he did! But… what would have happened to him?” I looked up at Impa, “What do you think happened to him?”

Impa put her hand under her chin and drifted into though for a few minutes, and then said, “I doubt that Ganondorf killed him, or took him prisoner. I will go to the Temple of Time, and you will stay here. I will find out what happened to him,” and at my expression of fear she added, “I will be okay Zelda.”

“I hope you are right.”

With that she threw her deku nut and disappeared.

“C’mere, little missy. I have a place you can be even more hidden.” He brought me around the place. I could barely believe it was possible to build something like this. There were many different paths, and if you took the wrong one it would lead you to a dead end. There were many torches with different colored flames, and there was even a room with fiery wall that would be invisible, and then pop up out of nowhere. Eventually we found ourselves in a small room with a lone chest inside.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“A spring-loaded chain. When you use it, it’ll pull you to where you shot it at if it gets inter it righ’”

The idea fascinated me, so we sat and talked for a few minutes about it, but I eventually forgot about it, and my mind wandered to Impa. I sent another prayer to the Goddesses, wishing her safety.