NEW HYRULE ORDER

This is my Zelda Fan Fic, New Hyrule Order. Please pardon anyerrors with puncuation, for some reason it turned out wierd when I transferred it. And yes, I know that the characters seem a bit too conservative at first, but that was only because I was going through a phase when I wrote that part. I'll eventually set things right with all that later on in the story. So, anyways, without further ado, here's the first part of Chapter 1. I'll post more as I go along.

Chapter 1-The Arrival

There was an air of solemnity with in the cathedral. The congregation was waiting peacefully in the pews. There were a few children shifting uncomfortably, impatiently waiting for the mass to be over so they could get back to playing. Mothers of those children shushed them and urged them to be quiet. The priest, a large and wizened white-haired man named Rauru approached the altar. He extended an aged, yet strong arm forwards, to place it upon the dark green cover of an ancient tome. Upon its cover was etched, in gold, design made up of three triangles with their corners touching to create a larger triangle. Rauru opened the dusty book, and turned its yellowing pages to a particular passage.

"A reading from the Book of Mudora," He began, in a deep, booming voice, "And thus said the goddess of courage, 'I have made all living things, so that they may serve good and uphold the laws of my sister goddess, Nayru. May you continue to multiply and prosper until the world's time is over. But there are creatures of this world that I have not made, beings with all the intention of disobeying the laws of my sister. There will come a time when evil shall come forth in it's most blasphemous form, and it will try to destroy the world which we have made for you, our children. He will wreak havoc upon the land for seven years. On the end of that last year, we shall bring forth a Hero clad in green, bearing the seal of we three goddesses of virtue upon his left hand. He will come forth from the Doors of Time wielding the blade of evil's bane, and he will strike down the dark one and then throw him to those who cry out and gnash their teeth in the Dark World. We shall bestow upon him power over time itself, and thus will be recognized as the Hero of Time."

Rauru bowed his head, and then finished with, "May the way of the Hero lead to the Triforce."

"Thanks be to Din, Nayru, and Farore," responded the congregation.

A figure was watching the whole thing from a balcony on the floor above. He was massaging the end of one of his long, pointed ears. He was trying to stay as hidden as possible from the people below, for if he was caught, he would surely be swarmed by them until he was smothered beneath a pile of people trying desperately to touch him. They would do this, because he was named Link. He was clad in a green tunic, which he always wore, with white undergarments. A long, pointed green hat hung over his shoulder. He sighed. It was not easy being him. He really wished he could be down with the rest of the congregation, praising the Goddesses of Virtue. Rauru had warned him that the next time he came down from the high balcony, he would have him removed by the soldiers, even if he was the savior, and even if he was the commander of all the troops of the Hylian army. He withdrew his head a little, to prevent a little girl with brown hair from seeing him. He breathed another sigh, as the mass continued. His thoughts turned to his adventures. He had had a lot of fun running around, killing demons and monsters, going head-to-head against dark beings, and saving the world more then once. The first time it was against Mandrag Ganon, formerly known as Ganondorf Dragmire, the dark Lord whom Rauru had been speaking of moments before. The second time, he went to the neighboring land of Termina, where he had stopped an accursed mask's power from causing the moon to crash into the Earth. The Third time it had been to help a weird kid who looked just like him for some odd reason to defeat an evil sorceress named Veran, who had claimed the body of a young oracle named Nayru, after the Goddess of wisdom. His journeys had been long and hard, and all of the experience was valuable. But it still didn't help him with his problem of having to stay hidden. In fact it only worsened it. Sometimes he wished he had never decided to pull the Master Sword from its pedestal.

No, no, don't think like that! He suddenly yelled at himself, that's not the way to think! You are an example of the power of the Gods. If you doubt your own power you put your doubt in them. He couldn't doubt his own power, he himself was evidence enough. He turned his attention back to the mass continuing below.

"Now begin the Chant of the Golden Power," said Rauru.

"In a land beyond sight, the sky shines gold not blue, there the Triforce's might makes mortal dreams come true. In a land beyond sight, the sky shines gold not blue, there the Triforce's might makes mortal dreams come true."

Link knew this chant. He had used it as a clue to enter the Doors of Time. He sighed. And looked nostalgically upon the great stone seal behind Rauru. There was an engraved image upon the stone of the sun shining down upon the land. He remembered the time he had been standing in this very temple, playing upon the Ocarina of Time, the mystical instrument of music that was the most prized possession of the Royal Family, and opening those very same doors to enter the unexplored Sacred Realm.

"Now I do recall, we have a few announcements before we end the mass," said Rauru, "I have been informed that there are a few concerns going around about those who have begun to doubt the Way of the Hero. I must urge you to remain faithful. Without our faith, we have nothing." He said. Link looked back down to the little girl with brown hair he had seen earlier. She was fidgeting, eagerly awaiting the end of the mass. Then, to Link's great surprise, she looked up.right at him! Link's eyes grew wide and he nearly dropped his hat. His mind suddenly switched to panic mode, and he began to sweat.

What are you doing? You're letting yourself be seen! Withdraw your head NOW! Now you idiot! He screamed in his mind. But for some reason he couldn't move. All he could do was hope she didn't.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look! There's a boy up there!" she giggled girlishly, tugging her mother's hand and pointing upwards at him wildly.

"What?" he mother exclaimed, and she looked up as well. She looked at him for a moment, confused, and then she gasped as a sudden surge of realization exploded onto her face.

"It's the Hero of Time! It's our savior!" She exclaimed, raising her hands up, and crying out so that the whole congregation could hear.

Damn, thought Link. Just what I need.

In the next few seconds, the entire congregation was pointing and yelling, as well as bowing and crying out for mercy and healing. They began to swarm towards the balcony.

"It's our savior!"

"Have mercy on me, Hero of Time!"

"Please! Let me touch your hat! Heal me!"

"Cure me master, please!"

The roar of cries overpowered Rauru's shouts to the congregation to sit back down and be quiet. But he was pushed aside by an old lady who was chanting and crying towards Link to heal her of her arthritis. Link was now up on his feet, only able to look upon the screaming mass of people. He sighed, shook his head, and did the only thing he could do. He raised one hand, and spoke to them.

"I bless you all in the name of the Goddesses of virtue. Please go in peace." He said with the air of a great teacher. And with that, they all proceeded to exit the temple, still crying out and praising him. As the last person closed the doors, he let his hand fall to his side, and he leaned over the balcony to See Rauru at the altar, looking at him, and shaking his head.

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It's pretty good but it's in the wrong sub-forum.

Continuing my story...

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"I am really, really sorry about that." Link was apologizing a few minutes later, in front of the altar, "I didn't mean to be seen.."

"Link, you know you don't need to keep coming to the mass! I told you that myself didn't I? I said that because you're the Hero, well, you can't worship yourself, now can you?"

"No, I can't, and that's why I come here! I want to listen to the words of the Book of Mudora and listen to the mysteries of the Gods! Even if I am the Hero.I just wish sometimes that I could." He cut himself off. He shouldn't have said that.

"Be.normal?" Finished Rauru, sighing. "Link.I know you're having a hard time being the Hero, but Listen to me. Even if you are the Hero, you don't have the power to do that. In the meantime, all we can do is keep you in hiding."

He rounded the altar, so now he was on the same side as Link. He put a giant hand on Link's shoulder.

"Boy, you must remember that it is a blessing that you are the Hero, not a curse. You need to stay faithful. What would people think if they knew that the great Hero was doubtful? I say it wouldn't help the fact that more people are becoming atheists and leaving Triforcism. Right now, the church needs all the help it can get. And you can help by remaining faithful." He finished, removing his hand from Link's shoulder.

"Well.thanks, I guess." Said Link. He put on a large hooded cloak so as to prevent himself from being recognized, and left the church.

Outside the Temple of Time, it was hustle and bustle as usual in the Hyrule Castle City Marketplace, under a beautiful cloudless sky. Peddlers and shopkeepers were constantly yelling to potential customers, children were playing in the cobblestone streets, and many people were walking about, doing their business. Link kept his face hidden underneath his hood as he made his way through the crowds of people over to a small shop that sold masks. As he opened the door and entered, the door hit a bell placed over it, alerting the shop owner to the visitor. A red-haired, green-skinned Hylian with an enormous, almost spooky grin upon his face came forwards across the dusty, creaking floorboards, motioning to the walls. He had a purple robe on with sequins sown into the edges, and the light coming in through the window glinted off them onto the myriad of masks upon the walls, causing them to appear as if they were enchanted. Which, some of them, in fact, were.

"Welcome!" Greeted the shopkeeper almost exaggeratedly, "Welcome, customer, to the Happy Mask shop! We have the finest selection of masks, magical and non-magical in all the continent of Zildross! How may I help you?"

Link raised a hand and uncovered his shadowed face.

"It's only me. You have no customers today, do you?"

"OH! LINK!" Cried out the shopkeeper, suddenly flustered. He dashed to the windows and closed the curtains on them, and then switched the sign that said, "We're open and happy to serve you!" to, "Please go away, we're either not open or not happy." The shopkeeper turned to Link, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Fancy you, coming into my shop! Uh.you want some tea? I can get some if you're want any."

"I'm not here for tea, I'm here for that special order I told you about," he said, leaning forwards and putting a look on his face that said "Don't aggravate me", "You know, the special order? The one I need now?"

"Yes! I know! That order! I'll get it right away!" He cried out, running behind the wooden counter and leaping into the back room. Link took a moment to look around for a moment. There were all sorts of masks on the walls, ach with a price tag attached. He looked closely at one particular mask on the wall. It was round and made of wood. It had leafy stuff that could have acted like hair atop it. The eyes of the mask were large and a burning red color. In the place where the mouth and nose would be, there was a large snout, like a short elephant's trunk. Link removed it from the shelf and examined it from all sides. A look of suspicion crept across his face. Could it be.? Only one way to find out. He pushed back the rest of his hood, turned the mask around, and pressed it onto his face.

There was a sudden rush of energy that swept from the mask into his body, a feeling that reminded him of a sudden Icy wind. He could feel his body shrinking, his skin turning an earthly wooden texture. His face became one with the mask, and soon he found himself the size of a small child. He walked over to a mirror to examine himself. There was no doubt about it. The ember-like eyes, the yellow leaves for hair, the wooden face.this was the Deku mask. How come the Mask salesman wanted to sell this mask? It was his, after all. He was reaching behind his ears to find the groove where the edge of the mask was so that he could remove it when the mask salesman rushed back in carrying a medium-sized pink box. He almost dropped it when he saw the Deku boy staring at him from the floor.

"And what, may I ask, were you planning to do with this mask?" asked Link, his voice muffled slightly and sounding nasal from speaking through the snout. He was frowning, but with this weird mask on it was hard to show that kind of emotion.

"Umm.I was going to.well.I was keeping it for you and.um."

Link removed the mask, and he became his old self again. This time, with suspicion etched across his face, he pressed the matter a bit more forcefully.

"Tell me what you were going to do with my mask. Why was it on the wall with this price tag on it?"

The Mask Salesman let out a loud sob and dropped the box to the floor.

"Alright! I admit! I was thinking about becoming an atheist! I mean, what if you were just coincidence.?"

Link found himself a bit confused for a second. He was beginning to doubt Triforcism, as well. It seemed everybody was beginning to doubt, with the exception of some, like the screaming, praising people who had been in the Temple of Time. Now, he had to help keep Triforcism alive. It was, after all, a true religion.

"Why do you doubt the Gods? I myself am an example of that. I wield the Master Sword. I have the crest of the Triforce of Courage upon my left hand, don't I? I did defeat the King of Evil, Ganon, didn't I?"

"I.I.yes, I know, you're right." said the mask salesman apologetically. "I should not doubt the Gods."

"Good. Now, please pick up the box you've dropped and give it to me."

"Yes, Master."

He bent over, picked up the box, and before getting back up, he kissed the tip of Link's boot in reverence.

"Thank you for being so merciful, O Hero of Time!" he said, as Link took the package.

"Hmm. See to it that you continue to be faithful."

"Yes, Master!"

Link tossed the Deku Mask back to the Mask salesman.

"And keep this in a safe place, or I'll be back."

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Stay tuned, there's more to come!

This is very interesting, and well-written (I always appreciate that), albeit the weird and unusual punctuation typos. ^_^ Good job, I'll wait for the next bit!!

Here's the rest of Chapter 1!
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Link put his hood back over his head and left the Mask salesman to his business. His pace was a bit hurried as he weaved through the crowds again towards the castle. After walking for about a half hour, he approached the grand gateway that opened up to the pathway to Hyrule Castle, a vast, gleaming castle with white towers and spires. At the gate there where two members of the Hylian Guard. In their chain mail and shining armor, carrying long and sharpened spears, they were very intimidating. Link approached them unmoved. They crossed their spears, blocking the entrance from Link.

"Relax, guys, its me." Said Link, uncovering part of his face so that the guards would see.

"Uh.okay sir." said one of them. He opened the tall steel gates so that Link could enter. He made his way up the hill to the lower gardens as the guards shut the gate behind him. He took of his cloak. It felt good to get out of it; it was always so hot and stuffy. He closed his eyes as a light breeze played across his face. He inhaled deeply, letting the purifying air fill his being with relief. Here, he was safe from the crowds and the pleading people begging for healing. A voice caused him to open his eyes.

"Link! Over here!" shouted Kirk. Kirk was Link's best friend and the only member of the Hylian Guard who he would truly trust with his own life. They had been friends ever since they had met after Link had come back after his journey to find Navi, and had draw swords to fight against a few monsters together.

"Hey, Link, everything okay? You took a bit longer then I thought you would. What took you?" he said, running past the flower bushes, his cape flowing behind him and his blue-and-gold armor clanking.

"I had to pick up something.for you-know-who."

Kirk scratched his black hair. "You mean, Zelda?" he said, his voice lowered. "What did you get for her?"

"This," said Link, opening the box. Kirk looked inside. There was an ornate, silver and gold mask inside.

"Hey, wow, you got that one? It's supposed to be really expensive.how many rupees did you spend on that?"

"Five-hundred. It was shipped directly from Termina"

"Zelda will like that, hands down. You really like that girl, don't you?"

"Yeah.But with all those people worshipping me, I can't be around all the time." Link looked to a sundial that was positioned among some rose bushes. "Oh, I've got to get going. There's going to be a banquet tonight in the grand hall. The Royal Family of Calatia are making a visit. Zelda's gonna need her bodyguard!"

"Go get'em, bud!" said Kirk, "I've gotta get to the outer wall of the city. See you later!"

Link tore up the stairway to his room in east tower. He was opening the door when he tripped over a pile of scrolls on the floor. The box with Zelda's Mask fell and luckily enough, landed on his four-poster bed. Link grumbled, getting up to see who had left the scrolls out. There was a giant owl perched on the chair in front of the table where more of the scrolls were spread out. The owl had a pair of spectacles upon his beak, which he had apparently had been using to read the scrolls. His head turned to Link.

"Link! Good to see you!" spoke the wise old owl with a voice much like Rauru's, "Sorry about the scrolls, I had to look up something quick. Are you alright?"

"Fine, Geabora. May I ask what you were thinking when you could have checked the Royal archives instead of the scrolls in my room?"

"Well, your scrolls here are the ones you used to map the other lands during your travels. I was checking to see if they match the lands I've seen during my flights. That, and it has a very nice view of Death Mountain. Does this smudge mean something here?" He asked, pointing with a large talon at a black spot in the land of Termina.

"Oh, that? I think that's the Astral Observatory.I think. Or is that a tree? I forgot to mark that spot. Oh, wait, now I remember, that's where I marked the impact site of a moon's tear when the Moon was falling."

"Ah, well then I guess I was correct, then. I see you have something over there in a box. A present for Zelda?"

"Yes, it is. I was going to present it to her before the banquet."

"And I'm sure she'll enjoy it." said Geabora. Then, he had an odd look on his owlish face. He clicked his beak, then asked, "Bee in your bonnet, Link?"

"Oh.it's just the situation with the rising levels of atheism. I'm getting a bit concerned."

"Worrying that people won't praise you for being the Hero?"

"No, it's more like.I sometimes doubt it myself, even though I always tell myself it can't be true because of what happened that day when I defeated Ganon. I could feel Din, Nayru, and Farore themselves among us. And yet.well, you know. I even had a run-in with an atheist today. I managed to set him straight, but.He said 'what if it's just a coincidence', and it made me wonder as well. But I know I shouldn't doubt. I mean, there's no other true religion, right?"

Geabora was about to speak, when he suddenly jerked his head around in a full circle, displaying the back of his head to Link. No matter how many times he did that, Link would always find that surprising.

"What is it, Geabora?" asked Link.

"I see.a caravan.nearing the city.and I think it could be the Calatian Royal family. Zelda will be going to greet them to Hyrule. She'll need her bodyguard."

"Right. Should I take the mask with me?"

"I would say, not yet. It would be rude to interrupt when the attention should be on our guests."

"Thanks. See you later, Geabora," said Link, grabbing his shield from the wall. Then he went over to a chest at the end of the bed and reached inside for his sword-the Master Sword. He drew it out of its sheath, and it rang with power as it began to glow a vivid electric blue. He inspected it to check to make sure it was presentable, and then, after deeming it worthy, he placed it back in the sheath and placed it on his back. He then left his room to go down to the grounds. The Royal Court was assembled at the foot of the castle, in their best robes, ready to go to greet the coming caravan. Link joined them and looked for his principal. He found her next to her father, the King. It was Zelda, dressed in her trademark rosy pink and gold dress, atop her cloudy-white horse. His heart leapt. Even though he was often told to keep his relation with her professional, it Link considered that particular task even more difficult then having to fight off an entire army of Moblins. Zelda was so beautiful that many stories about the princess with such beauty that men had fallen into despair at looking upon her face. Her long, shining, golden hair flowed in perfect unison with the wind, much like a vast field of wheat on a summer's day. Her blue eyes were an enchanting crystal blue, by which if a man made contact with, would make him the prisoner of a twinkling instant. Her skin was as smooth as the water's surface, and as soft as the down of the most elegant of swans. All in all, she herself was the most treasured gem in all of Hyrule. Link made several apologies as he made his way to the side of Zelda's horse to lead it. Zelda turned her head to speak to Link, and Link felt a jolt run through him that was almost painful. But it was a good kind of pain. The kind that would let you know that you were alive.

"Link! It is good that you are here! Any later and we would have missed you entirely." She spoke with a wondrous, melodic voice that calm a child of his deepest fears.

"Yes.uh.do think I look.umm.adequate enough? I know I checked, but, well, you never know.heh."

Zelda smiled, and the same feeling from earlier surged through him again. "You're fine, Link. Just be glad you're not late. The Calatian Royal family is very friendly and my father wishes that our two countries can begin an alliance."

"That'll be really good. You can never have enough allies, I guess."

Zelda laughed. I made her laugh! Thought Link, laughing as well on the inside, as the court began to move forwards down the path to the castle gates.

"Umm, Zelda?" asked Link, beginning to sweat.

"Yes, Link?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Would you.um." Link couldn't bring himself to say it. Nice going, hero.

"Are you.unable to find the correct words to what you wish to ask me?"

"Something like that."

" Perhaps I can assist? Does it have anything to do with the banquet?"

"Uh.yeah." Link was feeling really stupid now.

"And does it." Zelda stopped in mid-sentence for a moment, as if it were hard for her as well to say what she was saying. She then continued in a slightly lower voice, ".have.anything to do with those words that we spoke to each other in the temple all of that time ago?"

That time in the temple. That was the one moment that Link treasured above all. If he had any memories that he treasured and would have paid anything to live over and over again, it was that time. It was that time, before he left, when He and Zelda had shared one moment of affection, holding and caressing each other before Link had made the risky move of placing the Master Sword in the Pedestal of Time in order to reverse the negative effects of Ganon's power, as one of the effects of the process involved him returning back to his childhood to relive the seven years he had lost being trapped. It had been so painful for both of them because Link had to wait another entire seven years to be with Zelda again.

"Yes, Zelda.it does."

"Are you asking me to."

"Please dance with me at the banquet," said Link, exhaling so loudly it was almost rude. It was so relieving for her to have brought it out of him. Zelda blushed and put a hand to her face. She smiled and turned to him.

"Yes, Link, I will." Link's heart leapt so high it could have made him jump and cry for joy.

They continued through the streets to the great south wall that separated the capital city from the rest of Hyrule. They came across the drawbridge onto the edge of the vast plains of Hyrule Field. The caravan was now much closer. Link squinted to see them. So far all he could make out was the maroon flags they had raised up. Link let an old tracking sense kick in, which magically enhanced his vision to see them a bit clearer. He could now see a coat of arms on an ornate carriage that was probably the one carrying the Royal Family of Calatia. There was another carriage behind that, and it was this one that caught Link's attention. It was very shabby for a royal caravan, constructed of wood and steel, an eyesore compared to the gold, ivory, redwood and ebony of the Royal Family's carriage. Upon it was a particularly odd symbol that resembled an eye.He could not bring any real words to describe it.it almost scared him. He guessed these people were very powerful. As they came level, the approaching caravan slowed until it made a complete stop before the Hylian court. A king with a great bushy black and gray beard poked his head out of a window.

"Daphnes!" he laughed heartily, "You old dog, you! Look at this beautiful countryside you've got! I could almost be jealous!"

"King Hagris, welcome to Hyrule." Hailed the Hyrulian King, "I trust your journey was alright?"

"By your silver beard, yes it was! You have a wonderful land, splendid, splendid indeed!" He laughed again, as an attendant opened the door to his carriage so that he and his family could come out. The Calatian queen and son as well as the King were all dressed in light green clothes.

"Daphnes, may I have the privilege of introducing my wife, Genina, and my son, Yeref!" They bowed to the king. Link noticed they all had black hair. Then something caused his attention to shift entirely. It was a voice that came from the other carriage, the shabby one.

"King Hagris, are you not going to introduce me?" said a strange, high-pitched voice.

"Oh! Attendant, please let Father Agunem come from his carriage so that we may introduce him." Said King Hagris to the attendant.

"Father Agunem.?" said Link quizzically.

"He must be an important member of the church if they brought him along," said Zelda. "But I have not heard of such a name in the church of Triforcism."

The attendant opened the carriage door, which squeaked on its hinges so loud and suddenly that Link nearly fell covering his ears to the ground. A withered, old hand protruded from the depths of the carriage. Link was shocked to see that the hand was a pale blue, like moonlight on a dark night. Attached to that hand was a man as big as Rauru. He was wearing a long, crimson cloak that shrouded his entire body, with the exception of his hand. He hobbled over to the King, and bowed.

"Daphnes, allow me to introduce you to Father Agunem. He is a distinguished missionary from across the eastern sea."

"Well, I am pleased to meet a man who is a man of faith, are you a teacher of Triforcism?" asked The King of Hyrule.

"Must be. What other religions are there?" asked Link.

Agunem paused for a moment, and then lifted his head up to reveal his tattered old face, which, like his hand, was a pale blue. His eyes were pure white and had no pupils. The light from the afternoon sun reflected off them, making it appear as if they glowed. In that same high-pitched voice from the carriage, he said,

"I am no member of your church of golden triangles. I am the founder, high priest, and head missionary of Gonanism."

"Gonanism? I've not heard of it." Said Kind Daphnes.

"Maybe not. But when I am through, the entire world will know the beauty, power and truth of Gonanism."

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And, that's the end of chapter one! If I get another comment, I'll begin posting Chapter 2!

*moved to fiction*

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST!!! At the time I was writing this part I still had in my mind the idea that preventing people from making their own decisions was better then allowing mistakes to be made, which is why the mentality of Hyrule is presented as being so in this chapter.

Of course, as I realised that removing the ability to make mistakes is the same as making us all mindless robots, I began to think about how the story would flow with my new mentality. You'll see, in time, what it leads the heroes of Hyrule into...


Chapter 2-An Alternative to the Accepted

The Grand hall was decorated in its greatest splendor in a way that rivaled most of the banquets held in it before. The castle’s best tapestries and velvet red carpets were rolled out, and only the most delicious food that the realm of Hyrule had to offer was served in great quantities so that the tables groaned under the weight. Rock Sirloin Direct from Dodongo’s cavern, Giant Berries from the Kokiri Forest, fish and crab from the shores of the eastern sea, hand-fished by the Zora, Fried Cucco from Lon Lon Ranch, it was enough to make one full for an entire week. At the same time, the many guests talked rapidly about current affairs, how nice the weather had been, or how well the Rock Sirloin complemented the sweet bread that had been made from wheat harvested from only the finest wheat.

And yet, despite all of this, one person was unmoved by the food or talk. Instead, he was tapping his goblet on the table and in deep thought. Link had many things on his mind. For one, the weird high priest Agunem. Another was to eat the fish or the cucco. But the one that was the most prominent and pressing was his impending dance with Zelda. He had totally gone ahead without figuring the details first! He didn’t even figure out how the dance was going to go…would it be a big flop or a huge success?

“Link…?”

He nearly jumped a foot out of his seat. He spilled the contents of his goblet all over his empty plate.

“Zelda! Uh…” He became suddenly flustered. Princess Zelda was known for her vast array of magical and psychic abilities. And he had been sitting right next to her, too. Had she been reading his mind? He could hardly stand the thought.

“Link, you haven’t eaten yet. You should eat. It is a celebration, after all. It would be rude not to eat at a celebration for our guests…” she said, motioning to King Hagris sitting next to her father. But Link was looking not at the Calatian King but at Akunem, who was delicately removing the meat from the bone of a cucco leg.

“That guy, Akunem.”

“Yes, Link?”

“He seems…familiar, in some way. I can’t quite place it, but I have the weirdest feeling that I‘ve seen him before, somewhere. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s kind of like when you know something, but yet you don’t know how to put it into words.”

“Well, to be honest, I can relate. He also seems familiar to me. It’s his presence. He emits a very peculiar aura.”

“Please elaborate,” requested Link.

“It’s…difficult to use actual words. It’s like…mud…or swamp water. I can’t penetrate deeper. It’s like there’s something deep inside of him that’s hidden. It could be that cloak. The red color distorts the aura, so I can’t really tell if it’s like that or not.”

“Are you interested in Father Akunem?” asked King Hagris, butting into the conversation.

“Excuse me?” asked Zelda.

“Father Akunem over there. To be honest, we found him along the way to your land. His carriage had become stranded in some rocks somewhere in the mountains. He said he needed to get to Hyrule, so we decided to help him and let him tag along. He says he’s here as a missionary, and that more of his disciples are on their way as we speak!”

“A missionary?” asked Link, “You mean he plans to convert the people here over to his…what was it called again? Gonosis…gososio…gonapis…?”

“Gonanism. I was flummoxed just as well as you, princess Zelda, I’ve never heard of it either. But he did explain a few things along the way. He said that his religion is a monotheistic religion that worships a God called ‘Gonassir’, or something like that. It’s supposed to teach tolerance of all things living and dead, but that all other religion are null and void…”

“Null and Void?” questioned Zelda, “So he believes that our realm’s central religion of Triforcism is heathen?”

“I would guess so. And Gods forgive me for saying this if I’m wrong, but it seems to be true! I mean, it’s good to be tolerant of all things, right?”

Zelda suddenly became angry. “Tolerance of every single thing that comes a person’s way is not the way of truth. If everyone accepted everything, they would end up accepting things that are wrong as well as right, and that would cause such a commotion that everything would fall to chaos! With the set laws and commandments of The Way of the Hero, there is no chaos, and no ideas that are dangerous in the way that it threatens lives! And another thing! The man who is sitting with me right now just happens to be the Hero, so there is all the evidence that I need!”

“Dear! Mind your manners! Said King Daphnes, “Such behavior is unbecoming of a princess such as yourself!”

Zelda composed herself, calming down. She brought herself back down into her seat.

“I’m dreadfully sorry, King Hagris. I should not have yelled like that.” She said, bowing her head apologetically.

“Hmm,” replied King Hagris, “Well, apology accepted. But that’s good though, you are very defensive at your beliefs. That is the mark of a very good person, I say.”

“Thank you.” She said. She was blushing again.

“What was I thinking?” she said aloud, her face in her hands.

“You did quite well, I think,” said Link. “If I’d had the chance, I’d have vouched for you.”

“No, it’s not that. I should have remembered that this is a diplomatic gesture, holding this banquet. Father is trying to make an alliance, not a war.”

“Still, I don’t think much of that religion of Akunem’s just like you. Tolerance is, like you said, only going to lead to trouble. I think.”

Zelda turned to Link. “Thanks.”

“Hey, no problem.”

Link turned back to his plate, which was still empty sans the liquid that he had forgotten that he’d spilt all over it earlier. He began mopping it up with a napkin, and then settled with picking up a cucco leg. Then he remembered that Agunem was eating Cucco, and he put it back to pick up the Rock Sirloin instead. He then turned to see what Akunem was doing then. As he looked in his direction, he was surprised to find him staring right back at him through his beady, pupil-less eyes. Could he see him even if he looked as if he was blind? And, had he heard what he and Zelda had been speaking of?

“Link?” said Zelda.

“Yes, Zelda?”

“You asked me to dance earlier. Do you want to…?”

Link had totally forgotten, with all the commotion, about the dance. He looked around. A few people had gotten up and began dancing to the orchestra of sages, which included a Zora named Laruto on harp and a Kokiri called Fado on his violin. He smiled, got up, and asked,

“May I have this dance, princess?”

Zelda looked up to him, smiled and said, “I’d love to.” She brought her hand up. Link took it in his, and she got up. They both proceeded to the dancing floor.

“You have a beautiful daughter,” said King Hagris, leaning over to King Daphnes.

“Yes,” he agreed, “she is much like her mother, Farore rest her soul. But she has a fiery way of acting upon certain things sometimes. Besides that, she is a beacon to my people.”

“You know, Daphnes, there is a way to change that fiery way of hers,” he said, “If you let her talk to Father Agunem I’m sure she could see things the other way. Maybe she’ll even let him go and convert a few people.”

“Yes. That would be a wise choice…but is it really a good choice?”

“Whatever do you mean? Aren’t wise and good one, much like how wheat and flour must be put together to make bread?”

“Even the wise, my fellow king, can learn from the foolish.”

King Hagris could only give a short ‘Hmm’ of agreement as he turned to watch Link and Zelda dance.

* * *

Much later, when everyone had had their fill of food and talk, the members of each court filed slowly out of the Grand hall feeling content. The Calatian Royal Family had a tower reserved for them to rest in. Link was now lying in his bed. He had not changed into his bedclothes but was still in his tunic, facing the roof of the four-poster bed with his hands behind his head. He was thinking about the absolutely wonderful time he had spent dancing with Zelda. Every moment echoed in his mind like the vibrations of the plucked strings of a dulcimer. A wide smile was stretched across his face, and his eyes were closed, savoring the memories. He could still feel her in his arms, as she had held him and he had held her. He could still feel her head against his chest, and still smell the fragrance of her hair. This was almost as good as that time in the temple.

“Happy thought. My boy?” asked someone. Link’s eyes darted open, and he sat up so quickly that the tip of his hat flung over his face. He pulled his hat off and threw it at the voice on instinct.

“Ow! What was that?” said the voice. Link heard the ruffling of feathers.

“Geabora? What in Nayru’s name are you doing here? I though you finished looking at my maps!”

“I did, then I went flying to double-check. Your proportions of the landscape are a bit off. You drew up the mound that Woodfall temple is atop of taller then Snowhead Mountain. I was hoping to make it before the banquet ended. Is it over already?”

“Um, yeah. Sorry, Geabora.”

“Oh well, I guess field mice will have to do again.” He sighed. “I saw that there was someone not of the Calatian Royal family among the caravan. Who was that?”

“Some cloak. They said he was the High Priest of some bogus religion.”

“And what religion what that be?”

“Some weird monotheistic religion called Gonanism. Zelda thinks it’s a whole bunch of Dodongo droppings. I think so, too.”

There was a weird silence.

“Geabora? Are you still there?”

“Yes. What was the name of that religion again?”

“Gonanism.”

“Strange…I’ve flown around the world and back, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of such. Is it new?”

“Perhaps. I don’t trust that guy Akunem though. He seems…I don’t know. It’s like he’s hiding something, the same way he hides most of himself beneath that enormous red robe of his.”

There was another silence.

“Red…cloaks?”

“Yes. What is it this time?”

“I remember seeing, while I was flying over Koholint Island, a barge that was docked there. It was filled with men, women, and even children wearing red cloaks and robes. There were some people coming aboard as well, having red robes put on them as well. It seems as if they’re coming in the direction of Hyrule.”

“I’m not surprised. The Calatian King did say there was more of his kind coming.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah. When the King first introduced Agunem to us, he said, that before he was through, the entire world would know the beauty, power and truth of Gonanism,” said Link, picking up the mask he was planning to present to Zelda. He turned it over in his hands, rubbing a spot on it.

“Well, we can only wait and see what he does,” said Geabora.

“Yeah…” agreed Link half-heartedly.

* * *

“Yaaaaaaahh!” cried out Kirk, “Link if you don’t keep up, you’re gonna get hurt!”

It was early the next morning, in the courtyard below the castle. Link and Kirk were practicing their swordsmanship. It was their morning ritual that woke them both up for the day.

“You’re the one that needs to keep up!” yelled Link. “Heyyyyyyyyah!”

Link executed a beautiful jumping wall kick maneuver, and then did a vertical spin with his practice sword. Kick narrowly ducked having the wooden practice sword strike him between the eyes. He waited for Link to land and did a sliding kick to knock Link over onto his back. Then, Kirk bounded into the air and brought his own practice sword downwards in a jumping sword plant attack. Link rolled to the side and out of the way, and then did a forwards spin attack. Kirk used his sliding kick to avoid getting hit, and slid right behind Link. Then he did a spin attack of his own, catching Link off guard. The practice sword struck him between the shoulder blades. Link fell face down onto the courtyard floor.

“Owww…good one, Kirk…but your Parry attack needs work,” moaned Link, getting slowly to his feet.

“One more, bud?” he asked.

“Well, why not. One more go.”

They moved to opposite ends of the courtyard, and took their start positions. Then, Link said, “Hoi!” and they went again. Link moved towards Kirk spinning rapidly, while Kirk took a more forwards approach. He ran right at Link, yelling.

“Haaaaaaa!” he cried out, slashing back and forth, and then stopping Link’s spinning assault with a vertical slice. He spun around and tried a low stab. Link jumped backwards, avoiding the blow. He did a sideways roll and did a defensive spin. Then he ran at Kirk. Kirk charged as well, and when Link was in reach, he began to swing. Then two things happened. Kirk realized that Link had left himself wide open. Then he realized he was doing it for a reason. Link was about to do his Master Swordsman’s technique. He tried to pull out, but it was too late. Link did a well-executed roll that went right around Kirk, and while Kirk was still trying to pull out, Link pulled off a perfect rising spin attack, sending Kirk sprawling forwards.

“And that, my friend, is a true Parry attack!” said Link triumphantly. He went over to a pillar and sat down for a rest. Kirk hobbled over, laughing.

“You still gotta tell me how you do that!” he said, through his laughter.

“You just gotta know how to trick you opponent,” said Link, breathing heavily, “So you can pull off that quick defensive-offensive. It’s why it’s the Master Swordsman’s technique.”

Kirk sat down next to Link. Both were now breathing heavily, and wiping sweat from their foreheads. Link took out a bottle of water and began to drink from it. Then, he passed the bottle to Kirk so he could drink, too.

“Thanks,” he said, taking it. He took a swing.

“Kirk? You know that High Priest Guy, Akunem?

“Yeah, I saw him while I was coming down here. He was having a talk with Zelda in the north tower.”

“At this hour? You think an old guy like that would at least wait until later.”

“Yeah…”

They sat for a while, cooling down.

“Have you heard yet about that weird religion he teaches?” asked Link.

“Gonanism? Sure, there were some of the guys in my unit talking about it while I was doing my rounds last night. Why?”

Link got interested.

“What? What exactly were they saying about it?”

“They were saying stuff about it like, I like this idea or that idea and such. Come to think of it, I think I heard one or to of the ones who had become atheists saying that they were planning to convert.”

“What!” Link exclaimed, bolting up.

“Yeah, they said they think it’s a pretty good idea,” said Kirk, “It has a lot of good ideas in it. That whole thing about acceptance sounds really peaceful, you know?”

“Kirk, please do not tell me that you’re planning to convert!” yelled Link.

“Whoa, easy, Link! Don’t worry; I’m a Triforsist as much as you. I mean, I’m a friend of the Hero, what choice would I have anyway?”

Link smiled. He was glad he had his allies.

“Thanks, Kirk.”

“No prob! Say, how about we go to the grand hall. They’ll be serving breakfast soon.”

“Yeah, I’m starving!” said Link. He could use some good food to take his mind off Akunem.

They proceeded to the grand hall, saying hello to people along the way. As they made it to the Grand Hall, Link suddenly recalled Akunem staring at he and Zelda the night before. And they were meeting before breakfast why? Link found this very curious. He had to investigate.

“Uh, I’ll catch up with you a little later, Kirk…I just remembered that I have to check on something.”

“Sure, Link. See you!”

Link made for the north tower. As he did, his steps grew more and more hurried. What if they were in trouble? What if Zelda had become so mad that she’d try arguing with Akunem directly? He had to hurry. As he reached the steps to the north tower, he suddenly heard someone scream.

“What? Zelda, is that you?” yelled Link. He began to run. The steps flew by beneath his feet as he dashed up the stairs, calling, “Zelda! Zelda! Are you okay?”

Then he reached the top floor. There was a room at the top, and the heavy wooden door leading into it was ajar. Link pulled it all the way open and saw to his horror that Zelda was on the floor face down, and Akunem was leaning over her.

“Nooo! What have you done to her, Akunem? I demand to know right now!”

“What!” he exclaimed, turning around to face Link. “I have done nothing to her! She fell…tripped over the rug! I was merely checking for wounds!” He said defensively, holding up his arms as well. “I have not harmed her!”

Link sighed. Of course. It couldn’t have been the alternative…

“Oh…I’m sorry…” he said, moving over to Zelda. He got on his knees. “Zelda, are you okay?”

Zelda was not getting up. Link took her shoulders and shook her.

“Zelda? Come on, Zelda, wake up, this isn’t funny…”

Zelda moaned slightly, but that was all the noise she made.

“She needs medical attention,” said Link, “I’ll take her to her room, you go get someone to help!” He then picked Zelda up in his arms and carried her out, leaving Akunem to go get a doctor.

Moments later, Link was laying Zelda upon her bed, being careful not to wake her up. It wasn’t long before Akunem, and King Daphnes came bolting in.

“Where’s the doctor?” asked Link, flustered.

“That will be me. I will be the one to heal her,” said Akunem.

“Is she okay?” demanded King Daphnes, “What happened?”

“Akunem says she tripped on a rug in the North Tower.”

“She fell and hit her head upon the floor,” said Akunem, “And has fallen unconscious. You have no need to worry, sire, all that she needs is some time to rest, and for the bump on the head to be mended. That’s where I come in.”

Akunem stepped over to Zelda’s bed and placed one of his hands on the spot on her head where Zelda had hit the floor. He closed his eyes, recited a short chant, and then pressed upon the bump. It healed within only a few seconds.

“There. Now, give her until afternoon to rest. Now, I must attend to something else,” said Akunem, turning to leave.

“Father Akunem, please wait one moment, I must thank you!” said the King.

“There is no need,” said Akunem modestly, turning back to them, “I simply did what anyone would do in my place. Good day.” And with a swish of his cloak, he left.

“Thank goodness father Akunem was there to help my daughter,” said the King.

“Hey, I helped, too!” said Link, “Surely I deserve some kudos for this!”

“Oh, yes, yes indeed. Thank you very much, Link,” he said, and then left as well.

“Oh well. You can’t win them all,” said Link to himself. He turned to Zelda. She was now sleeping peacefully. Link was thinking again. The question of why Zelda and Akunem had been in the tower was still unknown. Why had they been meeting, and why so early? If the King had asked Akunem to meet with her, he surely would have mentioned it at least. What was going on? Still confused and still trying to figure things out, he sat down in a chair to stew in his thoughts.

Chapter 3- Rising of the tides

After lunch that same day, Link decided to go riding to clear his head, which was hurting pretty badly from all the confusing thoughts. A good ride always cleared his mind and helped him to be one with the world again. He went into the stables for his horse, Epona. His whistled, and she came galloping out, brown fur rolling and her white mane dancing in the wind.

“Ready for a ride across Hyrule Field, girl?” he asked. Epona whinnied a yes, and Link hopped on. They rode through the marketplace and out into the expanse of Hyrule Field. Sending a tall cloud of dust behind them, they traveled as far as the center of Hyrule Field, and stopped for a while. Link hopped off Epona and took a rest, lying in the grass and letting the breeze calm him. The clouds traveled lazily across the sky. Link deeply exhaled, letting the warm air fill him. This really helped.

It was then that his thoughts turned to his long-lost friend, Navi the fairy. He remembered the time they first adventured across Hyrule Field together. That was years ago. Now here he was, reminiscing. What would Navi have said if she had been with him now? He could almost hear her tiny voice now.

Listen, Link! I sense that Zelda’s just fine. Don’t worry yourself! It’s good that you care for her and all, but you have to focus on what’s at hand now, and you can’t let that distract you when you’re fighting a whole bunch of Lizafo, now do you?

No, he didn’t. He just had to put it out of his mind for a while, that’s all. Just worry about it later.

“Wait one minute! What am I supposed to be doing right now?” he asked himself aloud. It struck him like a ton of crates. The Calatians! They needed to be taken around Hyrule for a tour, and Link had been assigned to be a guard! He slapped himself, bolting up, and hopping on Epona and interrupting her grazing.

“Sorry, girl, but we’ve got to head back now!” he said, whipping her reins. Epona made a noise of annoyance, and then reluctantly did as she was told. Link wouldn’t be surprised if they skinned him alive for this, Hero of Time or not.

Link was lucky enough to find the carriage carrying the Calatian Royal family inside moving with some soldiers posted a few intervals apart around it moving through some farmlands to the west. As he rode up beside the carriage, he peeked in through the window.

“Sorry I’m late, I just had to go clear my head…” he apologized to King Hagris.

“Oh, that’s fine, we haven’t been attacked, so you’re in no trouble, replied the Calatian King. “Say, why not join us, and be our guide?” he asked.

“It’ll be my pleasure, sire,” said Link happily. At least this would keep things off his mind. “There’s actually a town that I’m fond of up ahead!” we’ll visit there first, if that’s alright with you.”

“Perfectly fine! I’d like to see the haunts of the Hero of Time!” he laughed. Link happily rode ahead to the town, pulling on his cloak to cover his face.

The town that was up ahead was a newly made farming village called Nabooru town after the sage of Spirit, Nabooru, who also served as the leader of the Gerudo Tribe. She would often visit this town to check to see how her namesake was going, settling problems if any arose or helping with any work that needed to be done. She was in town that exact same day, helping with the construction of a new building close to the town square.

“Move that plank back!” she ordered, brushing her orange hair back, “And make sure you don’t hit anything!”

She was happy to help out with the work in Hyrule. It made up for her past as a thief. She was pointing out a design flaw to a worker when she heard what sounded like a man yelling. Wondering what the commotion was, she told the worker the problem quickly and went to investigate. The yelling was coming from the town square. There was a man atop a wooden platform that been erected there for public announcements.

But there are announcements that are scheduled for right now! What is this man talking about? She thought as she listened to what the man was saying.

“Citizens of Hyrule!” he cried out, his red cloak swishing, his blank eyes flashing, “Listen to my words! I come from a faraway land to proclaim the word of Gonassir to you! His way is the way of truth and justice! Gonassir will lead you to freedom from this world of flesh and material! If you follow the way of Gonassir he will surely accept you lovingly into his arms and bring you into paradise! Gonassir is love! Gonassir is truth! Gonassir is perfect! GONASSIR IS GOD!”

There was uproar from the crowd. Some were protesting, but a number of them were actually cheering him! Being a Triforcist herself, Nabooru called out to the man on the platform,

“Wise Teacher! If Gonassir is truly God, then tell us, what of the Way of the Hero? Is it false, then?”

“My dear,” shouted back the man, “You humor me! As far I have been able to see, the religion of golden triangles is not threat to the church of Gonanism! In fact, we should accept them for who they are! Gonassir does not care if you are religious or heathen! Gonassir is accepting of all creatures and people! He will accept anyone into his kingdom! Gonassir is caring and kind, and will not judge you! GONASSIR IS GOD!” he cried out again, and the same people from before, including a few more, cheered the stranger and his words. Nabooru was shocked. Triforcism was the only true religion! How was it that so many people had decided to turn to this man? Nabooru was about to argue with the man when she heard her name being called.

“Nabooru! Hey, over here!” called out Link.

“Link! Good to see an old friend!” she said, waving to Link.

"Same here! I'm serving as the guide for the Calatian Royal Family on their tour about Hyrule. Is it okay for me to show them around the town?"

"This isn't a very good time, Link. Just look at that guy up there." Nabooru then pointed towards the man with the red cloak. "That guy's been causing a commotion with some crazy new religion."

"It's Akunem!" exclaimed Link.

"Aku-who? You know that guy?"

"Akunem. He's this weird missionary who's been traveling with the Calatians. I can guess that by now you've heard his raving?"

"He's still going at it," said Nabooru, "as you can see."

Akunem was still crying out to the mass of people gathering about the platform, as he continued to proclaim that they should become Gonanites. Now he was going into a metaphor having to do with a flower and the rain.

"...And as the flower needs the nourishing water that falls from the heavens, we need Gonassir! Gonassir feeds us and engulfs us in a blanket of love and purity! He will lead you to ultimate freedom from this world that offers little compared to what lies in the life that comes after! Hear my plea! Convert to Gonanism and free your spirits to the sky! Gonassir is GOD!"

There was another wave of clapping and cheering. Nabooru turned to Link.

"If this keeps up, what'll happen to you? You are the Hero, aren't you? Surely people will still look up to you and worship you as their savior? I mean, if Triforcism fails, then what'll happen to the entire realm?"

"Umm..."

"Link, you have to at least make good points abut Triforcism! Go up there and work the crowd a little, tell them how good it is to be one with the Goddesses of Virtue!"

"Well, okay if you say so," said Link. He pushed his way through the crowd towards the platform. There were many complaints, and there were some people who recognized him. Eventually, he managed to climb up the steps of the platform, and walked up behind Akunem and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, Akunem?" he asked.

"Eh?" said Akunem, turning around to see Link "Oh, It's you! It's nice to see you again, but as you can see, there's is no time to thank me for helping your princess at the moment, so if you would please let me continue..."

"Wait. I think I deserve a chance to speak for Triforcism."

"Eh? The religion of Golden Triangles? Well...all right. Let there be a balance. Tell you what. We'll make it a debate of sorts. You say on good thing about your religion, and then I'll say something about mine. Deal?"

Link put on his trademark dangerous smile that he hadn't worn in a while.

"Deal."

Akunem nodded, and then addressed the crowd.

"People of Hyrule! Many of you know of this young lad who now stands beside me! He is the one your people have dubbed the Hero of Time, and savior of your realm. He and I have decided to announce the goodness of both our religions. I don't believe in his words, but listen well to both! Lessons come from all people! Learn from everyone and be influenced by all you meet!"

"I'll let that count as your first good point," said Link. "Now it's time for mine." He then turned to the crowds and cried out, "Remember that day on which the fire rained down from the sky! Remember that day when darkness engulfed the land in darkness! Remember how the despair crept across our beautiful world! Now, Remember how I wrenched apart that darkness. And I defeated the King of Evil! I saved you all, and if need be I will come to the aid of Hyrule or any other land of this world that needs my help!"

The crowds began to cheer for Link. Nabooru was giving him a thumbs-up from the back.

"A fine point, lad," whispered Akunem in Link's ear before turning back to the audience, "Now, it's my turn."

He cleared his throat, and cried out.

"People of Hyrule! I say to you that Gonassir was here upon that day! He sent this boy, even if he does bear the symbol of the Golden Triangles upon his wrist..."

"My left hand," corrected Link.

"It does not matter where his symbol is! What matters is that Gonassir sent the boy in a way that you would understand! He came to spread the light! And that light is the light of God!"

"Yes, But my light is of Din, Nayru, and Farore! I do not know a Gonassir! I respect that you have your religion, but the Goddesses of Virtue were surely with me that night! It was they who sent he light of the heavens down to aid me to strike down the King of Evil!"

"But that light was of such beauty and majesty that it could not have come from anyone else but Gonassir!" responded Akunem, rising his hands to the sky, “All light and good comes from Gonassir!”

“All Power, wisdom, and courage come from the Goddesses of virtue!”

“No, from Gonassir! Because there is no other God but Gonassir! Our religion is the true religion! Respect all life and be influenced by all that you meet and see!”

“But that is the way of tolerance!” cried out Link, turning to Akunem, suddenly angered. “And tolerance leads to turmoil within society! It is good to have different opinions, as long as they are right!”

Akunem turned to Link, angry.

“Are you saying my way is wrong and yours is right?”

“No, I am saying that you are disrespecting myself and all Hyrule!”

“Death to the traitors!” yelled someone in the audience suddenly.

“What? No, that’s not what I meant!” yelled Link, but the machine had already started.

“The Way of the Hero is wrong!” cried out another person in the audience, “It is too oppressive!”

“You traitor!”

And then, all hell broke loose. The crowd suddenly transformed from a peaceful crowd into an angry mob. People began to attack each other, yelling for their religion.

“Death to the atheists and traitors of Hyrule!”

“Down with Triforcism! Long live Gonanism!”

Link yelled to the fighting crowd in an attempt to return order, but to no avail. There were people punching, kicking, and beating each other in the streets. Chaos and disorder took over. Nabooru was yelling, trying to calm her people.

“You must stop fighting! This is not the way! Please stop fighting!”

“What’s going on?” yelled a confused King Hagris from his carriage.

Nabooru pushed and shoved her way to the carriage.

“Hi! I’m Nabooru, I run this town, and as far as we’re able to tell, there’s a riot going on!”

Some angry villagers began to grab the carriage and rock it back and forth.

“What is happening!” yelled the Calatian King, now hanging on for his dear life.

“Oh, No!” Nabooru jumped into action. Fortunately, she had been spending some time at Link’s training sessions and had picked up a few things. She leaped up on top of the carriage and out of the crowd, and then grabbed the reins of the horses and whipped them.

“Yah! Come on, let’s get you guys out of here!” She said, as the horses began to gallop haphazardly through the mob. Back up on the platform, Link was still having a hard time to calm the crowds.

“Geez, where’s the rest of the royal guard when you need them?” asked Link aloud. Fortunately, his question was shortly answered.

“Yo, Link! You need some help?” yelled someone.