Turn of the Serpent
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Chapter 5: The Hylian
On the sacred tablets mounted in the Temple of Time there tells a legend of Or. Or, the forth God, said to have failed his duty and banished from the borders of Hyrule. He presided over the Sacred Realm, just outside of the Great Hyrule plain. There is no way to enter the Sacred Realm without completing his trials. However, he did not challenge the alleged Hero of Time and did not forewarn him of taking the Master Sword from its pedestal. The young Hero disappeared for seven years. Or knew he would be punished by the Three Sacred Goddesses if he could not procure the Hero, thus he opened the Door to the Sacred Realm. He had not predicted that the Leader of the Gerudo would surpass him into the Sacred Realm and take possession of the Golden Trinity, the Triforce. For seven years, the Leader of the Gerudo enshrouded green Hyrule in crimson darkness. The Goddesses were indeed angered by Or’s thoughtless he act. They banished him into the Prison sealed in the desert, to the Twilight Realm. On the tablets mounted in the Temple of Time, there whispers a prophecy: The Hero will be born again, more valiant and more wise than the Hero of Time.
“This is drab business,” Lucio slapped the manual, Hylian, shut. “When will such a hero come to save us? Save Hyrule? Save Dark Link? That boy needs all the saving he can get.” A breeze drove over the Lake and into Lucio, tugging his hair back dramatically. It carried the scent of the misty depths and fresh grass with it. Trees rustled and fought against it. Lucio beamed. “There’s one thing that will never change about Hyrule.”
Arachnē materialized in the air next to him, on the grass where he was sitting. Her expression was somber.
“Any luck, Arachnē?” Lucio stood and brushed the dust off his clothes. She shook her head.
“I can’t find him,” she murmured, “I can’t find the Kinght’s son.”
“Argh, he’d be right useful if we had him,” Lucio made a disgusted face. “Why’d he have to run away in the first place? I ran away from the circus, but I have my reasons for that. Clowns are damn awful creepy.”
Arachnē hid a snicker and looked away. “You of all people would know a clown, Lucio. May I take that from you?” She gestured to the Hylian.
“It’s not very useful, something about Or and how he was imprisoned. It doesn’t match up with the history. I know more history than anyone for miles beyond the borders.” Nevertheless, he handed the book to Arachnē, who sat down and flipped through its pages.
“You got the one with drawings, Lucio?” she peered at him from the ground. Lucio shrugged.
“I like drawings; makes the story worse, but I at least understand what’s going on.”
“This is a story?” She now gently closed the book and turned away. “Is that how you look at Hyrule?”
“Of course, Arachnē, Hyrule is one big book made up of a bunch of stories. None of it can be true. You can’t write history, you can only tell it.”
“What happens when you do write it?” Arachnē was now sulking.
“You taint it. By either glorifying it or degrading it. That thing about the Hero? He was a kid, and not so great mind that. He did what anyone slapped with that label would do: Do as you’re told so you don’t get punished. Did you know that he never wanted to be the Hero at all?”
“No one would.”
“Exactly. That thing about Or? It’s not his fault. He was in precisely the same predicament. He wanted to do as he was told and keep an eye on the Hero. He was still punished, because he let a guy into the Sacred Realm. What help were the Goddesses to him? They put such a large order on him, expecting him to fulfill it perfectly. What they were saying was, ‘We don’t have any business with you, so you handle this by yourself.’ I laugh at the Goddesses; I think they’re clowns.”
“Didn’t you already say that ‘clowns are damn awful creepy?’”
“Yeah.” He smirked. Arachnē had realized where he was getting at; in his sense, the Goddesses were as laughable as he was.
…
Cadagon shifted through his various manuscripts. There was absolutely nothing on the Knight’s son. Not even his name. Who was this guy? he continuously asked himself. Did he think that he’d get away unscathed once he was found? He slumped in the back of his chair and rubbed his eyes. His desk was an absolute mess, Maybe I can have Cian clean it up for me. He felt a feeble presence by his side. Startled, he looked to it and it was Dark Link.
“Father, when are going to read to me again?” he whimpered. Cadagon smiled. It had already been a week since he banished Lucio and Arachnē from the castle, and in that short time, he found that Dark Link was dyslexic. No matter how hard he tried to read the words right, they came out completely different than what was written. So Cadagon offered to start reading it to Dark Link, but he knew the boy wasn’t the least bit interested in what he was reading; it had been the first time in all his life that he felt loved like the child he was. Cadagon had also began to accept Dark Link as his son.
“How about after I finish up here?” He waved to the cluttered desk. Dark Link’s hopes fell; this looked nearly impossible. “Cian! I have a favor to ask of you.”
With that, Cian stepped into the room. He bowed as he entered and brightened, “How may I be of help?”
Dark Link tugged at Cadagon’s cloak and murmured, “No, I don’t want him to read to me…”
“Cian,” Cadagon beckoned him forward, “Clean my desk so I can read for my son.” Cian’s face contorted into bemusement.
“What? I-”
“Great, I’ll check on you later to see how you’re doing.” He rose to his feet and stretched grandly. Then he carefully took Dark Link’s hand and strutted out the room, leaving Cian stunned.
When they entered Dark Link’s room, Dark Link trotted to his bed and pulled out a small book from under his mattress. “Read this, father.”
“But I thought we were still on the Hylian Annals?”
“I found this in the library today, just sitting there on one of the tables.”
Cadagon took the book. It was titled Hylian. “Well, I approve. It’s a miracle you found this; I’ve been looking all over for it. Thank you. Shall we get started?”
They sat on the edge of the bed and huddled together. Cadagon opened to the middle of the book: The Master Sword.
The Master Sword was forged by the Knight as a key to the Sacred Realm. For centuries, it was guarded by Or and Farore until Or was banished. It is near impossible to touch unless one has a pure heart and good will. Once it is removed, Hyrule will become what it became when the Hero of Time took it into his gallant hands: misfortunate and waste-strewn. The Master Sword is used to cleanse and banish Hyrule of evil. One must complete the set of trials constructed by the God Or before he can even approach the blade. These trials are challenging and demand complete devotion to their wills. Once these trials are accomplished, the Master Sword can now be pulled from its pedestal. Be forewarned; these trials are only for the good of heart.
“Father,” Dark Link yawned, “Am I good?”
“Excuse me?” Cadagon shut the book and laid it on the bedside table.
“Do I have a good heart?”
“Why?”
“I want to pull the Master Sword out for you.”
“Um,” Cadagon pieced his thoughts together. If my son had the Master Sword, it would aid me greatly. However, he would come to resent me and turn against me. I still need time to gain his acceptance. And he partakes in the Trials, I would have to accompany him. He would like it if I was there to help and not exile me.
“Well, of course you have a good heart, but you know what?” Cadagon smiled.
Dark Link shifted closer to Cadagon and kneaded his hands together. “What?”
“The Master Sword doesn’t think so. Neither does Farore or Or.”
“But why?”
“Because you’re my son and they don’t like me very much.”
“…Why would any one not like you?”
Cadagon considered his words carefully; “Because I’ve done terrible things in the past.”
“This is drab business,” Lucio slapped the manual, Hylian, shut. “When will such a hero come to save us? Save Hyrule? Save Dark Link? That boy needs all the saving he can get.” A breeze drove over the Lake and into Lucio, tugging his hair back dramatically. It carried the scent of the misty depths and fresh grass with it. Trees rustled and fought against it. Lucio beamed. “There’s one thing that will never change about Hyrule.”
Arachnē materialized in the air next to him, on the grass where he was sitting. Her expression was somber.
“Any luck, Arachnē?” Lucio stood and brushed the dust off his clothes. She shook her head.
“I can’t find him,” she murmured, “I can’t find the Kinght’s son.”
“Argh, he’d be right useful if we had him,” Lucio made a disgusted face. “Why’d he have to run away in the first place? I ran away from the circus, but I have my reasons for that. Clowns are damn awful creepy.”
Arachnē hid a snicker and looked away. “You of all people would know a clown, Lucio. May I take that from you?” She gestured to the Hylian.
“It’s not very useful, something about Or and how he was imprisoned. It doesn’t match up with the history. I know more history than anyone for miles beyond the borders.” Nevertheless, he handed the book to Arachnē, who sat down and flipped through its pages.
“You got the one with drawings, Lucio?” she peered at him from the ground. Lucio shrugged.
“I like drawings; makes the story worse, but I at least understand what’s going on.”
“This is a story?” She now gently closed the book and turned away. “Is that how you look at Hyrule?”
“Of course, Arachnē, Hyrule is one big book made up of a bunch of stories. None of it can be true. You can’t write history, you can only tell it.”
“What happens when you do write it?” Arachnē was now sulking.
“You taint it. By either glorifying it or degrading it. That thing about the Hero? He was a kid, and not so great mind that. He did what anyone slapped with that label would do: Do as you’re told so you don’t get punished. Did you know that he never wanted to be the Hero at all?”
“No one would.”
“Exactly. That thing about Or? It’s not his fault. He was in precisely the same predicament. He wanted to do as he was told and keep an eye on the Hero. He was still punished, because he let a guy into the Sacred Realm. What help were the Goddesses to him? They put such a large order on him, expecting him to fulfill it perfectly. What they were saying was, ‘We don’t have any business with you, so you handle this by yourself.’ I laugh at the Goddesses; I think they’re clowns.”
“Didn’t you already say that ‘clowns are damn awful creepy?’”
“Yeah.” He smirked. Arachnē had realized where he was getting at; in his sense, the Goddesses were as laughable as he was.
…
Cadagon shifted through his various manuscripts. There was absolutely nothing on the Knight’s son. Not even his name. Who was this guy? he continuously asked himself. Did he think that he’d get away unscathed once he was found? He slumped in the back of his chair and rubbed his eyes. His desk was an absolute mess, Maybe I can have Cian clean it up for me. He felt a feeble presence by his side. Startled, he looked to it and it was Dark Link.
“Father, when are going to read to me again?” he whimpered. Cadagon smiled. It had already been a week since he banished Lucio and Arachnē from the castle, and in that short time, he found that Dark Link was dyslexic. No matter how hard he tried to read the words right, they came out completely different than what was written. So Cadagon offered to start reading it to Dark Link, but he knew the boy wasn’t the least bit interested in what he was reading; it had been the first time in all his life that he felt loved like the child he was. Cadagon had also began to accept Dark Link as his son.
“How about after I finish up here?” He waved to the cluttered desk. Dark Link’s hopes fell; this looked nearly impossible. “Cian! I have a favor to ask of you.”
With that, Cian stepped into the room. He bowed as he entered and brightened, “How may I be of help?”
Dark Link tugged at Cadagon’s cloak and murmured, “No, I don’t want him to read to me…”
“Cian,” Cadagon beckoned him forward, “Clean my desk so I can read for my son.” Cian’s face contorted into bemusement.
“What? I-”
“Great, I’ll check on you later to see how you’re doing.” He rose to his feet and stretched grandly. Then he carefully took Dark Link’s hand and strutted out the room, leaving Cian stunned.
When they entered Dark Link’s room, Dark Link trotted to his bed and pulled out a small book from under his mattress. “Read this, father.”
“But I thought we were still on the Hylian Annals?”
“I found this in the library today, just sitting there on one of the tables.”
Cadagon took the book. It was titled Hylian. “Well, I approve. It’s a miracle you found this; I’ve been looking all over for it. Thank you. Shall we get started?”
They sat on the edge of the bed and huddled together. Cadagon opened to the middle of the book: The Master Sword.
The Master Sword was forged by the Knight as a key to the Sacred Realm. For centuries, it was guarded by Or and Farore until Or was banished. It is near impossible to touch unless one has a pure heart and good will. Once it is removed, Hyrule will become what it became when the Hero of Time took it into his gallant hands: misfortunate and waste-strewn. The Master Sword is used to cleanse and banish Hyrule of evil. One must complete the set of trials constructed by the God Or before he can even approach the blade. These trials are challenging and demand complete devotion to their wills. Once these trials are accomplished, the Master Sword can now be pulled from its pedestal. Be forewarned; these trials are only for the good of heart.
“Father,” Dark Link yawned, “Am I good?”
“Excuse me?” Cadagon shut the book and laid it on the bedside table.
“Do I have a good heart?”
“Why?”
“I want to pull the Master Sword out for you.”
“Um,” Cadagon pieced his thoughts together. If my son had the Master Sword, it would aid me greatly. However, he would come to resent me and turn against me. I still need time to gain his acceptance. And he partakes in the Trials, I would have to accompany him. He would like it if I was there to help and not exile me.
“Well, of course you have a good heart, but you know what?” Cadagon smiled.
Dark Link shifted closer to Cadagon and kneaded his hands together. “What?”
“The Master Sword doesn’t think so. Neither does Farore or Or.”
“But why?”
“Because you’re my son and they don’t like me very much.”
“…Why would any one not like you?”
Cadagon considered his words carefully; “Because I’ve done terrible things in the past.”
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- Chapter 1: Essence
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- Chapter 3: The Shadow of the Lake
- Chapter 4: Bonding
- Chapter 5: The Hylian
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