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"Elements of Hyrule" — Chapter Thirteen: The Library

By The Last Princess of Hyrule

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The library was located on the ground floor of the castle. It was a large, grandly designed room with a high vaulted ceiling and tall glass windows on the east and west sides, guaranteeing sunlight inside no matter what the time of day. When Zelda entered through the library's gaping double doors, she was confronted by massive bookshelves heaped with even larger texts—tomes on all ranges of topics, and any assortment of scrolls in various conditions of age. Most of the older books were filled with yellowed pages, their gilded leaf titles on the covers flaking, while the younger were filled with the smell of relatively fresh ink.

The bookshelves were arranged in two rows of sixteen, and there were more shelves lining every free space of wall that was not a window or the massive fireplace at the far end of the room. Around it stood comfortable looking chairs of plush velvet and elegant tables of smooth cherry wood. The library, Zelda discovered as she meandered between the lofty shelves, was completely empty.

I wonder why there isn't anybody here, Zelda mused, looking around. Usually the library was filled with Hylian scholars, some climbing ladders to reach books highest up, and others poking through dusty old tomes that had not been used since some long ago scribe finished writing them. The tables near the fireplace should have been heaped with books and scrolls with faded words, with elderly men squinting and adjusting their glasses to read the tiny faded print, but none of this was present that day.

Zelda did not put much thought into the lack of activity in the library as she tried to remember which books Impa had wanted her to read. Let's see . . . I think she wanted me to find The Book of Mudora, and Secrets of Hylia Lore . . . but what was that last one?

Zelda climbed a ladder and pulled a random book off the shelf before her. Hmm . . . A Historie of Zoran Anatomy . . . I don't think so. She put the book back. These are all about the races and other creatures, she realized as she spotted a thin pamphlet containing drawings of a rare species of wolfos called White Wolfos. This isn't what I'm looking for.

Zelda dropped down the ladder and headed toward a different shelf some distance away. I wish the scholars would put up signs or something so I could know where everything was. I sure hope the rest of the library is at least as organized as that last shelf, though.

At a place nearer to the fireplace and eastern-facing windows, the princess found a tall shelf containing books on the Creation. On a row near the floor was a stack of thick heavy volumes bound in faded russet leather. Hith Kuude fu Mudora read one. This is it! Without fully registering that the title was in Ancient Hylian, Zelda pulled the book into her lap and opened its cover. If she had been paying closer attention to it when it was on the shelf, she would not have been so dismayed when she found the rest of the book also written in Ancient Hylian.

Oh no, I can't read all this. I can barely read any Ancient Hylian. She closed the book and shoved it somewhat roughly back on the shelf. There's gotta be a version of The Book of Mudora in modern Hylian script around here somewhere. Zelda stood up on a stepstool and scanned the titles engraved on the books' spines. One book, Prophecies of 2000 H.R. to Present, sparked her memory. This is the last one Impa wanted me to find! She grabbed it off the shelf, staggering under its weight, and hefted it onto the table nearest her, finding there was already a book occupying the space.

I found it! Zelda exclaimed, reading the embossed print of The Book of Mudora. Now all I need is Secrets of Hylia Lore . . . She climbed back up the stool and looked around, spotting the book a little way from where she had found Prophecies of 2000 H.R. to Present.

With her three books, Zelda sat down in one of the big armchairs around the fireplace, sinking slightly in its squishy cushion. She looked back at the books dubiously. How are these books supposed to answer my questions about Havieze's prophecy? She thought about this for a moment. For a brief moment, she commented to herself that she had been musing on Purhpciy fu hith Papuulcespi quite a bit for one day. Maybe my questions would make more sense if I knew exactly how Purhpciy fu hith Papuulcespi went. Zelda picked up Prophecies of 2000 H.R. to Present and slid it into her lap.

The pages were thick and heavy with old ink, and the book smelled musty and unused. Zelda flipped thought it at random, reading some of the shorter prophesies as they caught her eye and browsing on. Finally, she looked up her prophecy in the table of contents and opened to it.

Purhpciy fu hith Papuulcespi, it read,

3273 H.R. by the prophetess Havieze of Hylia

Recorded by:
The prophetess Havieze of Hylia

Basis Text of Hearing:
When the way and tie of Tradition art encountered by the mysterious of the Outside, and the nine year interim hath passed, a time of Darkness shalt begin.

Yet, the Light of Creation hath power enough to bring about the downfall of the Black.

Only when the Elements hath been gathered and the Golden Power of the outside world released and shattered, shalt the Battle of the Ages begin.

The Three of the Virtues, the King, the Hero, and the Princess, must stand to fight alone and mayst the conqueror hold the Golden Power true.

Details From the Seer:
A war of untold power shalt set into play the actions that shalt spur this prophecy into life, some ages of 1767 from this date. Secrecy, lies, deceit, and darkness are all elements felt did I as this prophecy came one night to me. Set into play shall be many other prophesies by this the master of its era, the dawn of an ages of darkness and a setting of an ages of light.

A piece of paper had been shoved between the pages detailing Purhpciy fu hith Papuulcespi. Zelda picked it up and read:

While there is not much on the details of Purhpciy fu hith Papuulcespi recorded here, they are as follows:

The Three of the Virtues are the King of Evil, the Hero of Time, and the Princess of Destiny.

Their Virtues are Power, Courage, and Wisdom.

The Time of Darkness will last seven 'ages'. The Hylia measurement of an age versus the Hylian measurement of a year is unclear.

The Elements are the Elements of Time: The Door, the Altar, the Pedestal, the Ocarina, the Temple, the Hero, and the Song.

The war of untold power was the Great War in which King James the Valiant slew the tyranny threatened by his younger brother the Forgotten Prince Phillip.

The Light of Creation and the Golden Power both describe the Triforce.

Hyrule is the Outside.

These notes had been scrawled in the hand of someone who was obviously not a scholar, and not very adept in writing in the modern Hylian script. I wonder who wrote this, Zelda pondered as she looked over the paper. Obviously someone besides me is interested in Purhpciy fu hith Papuulcespi . . . She tried to think of who she knew who might want to learn more about the prophecy. It can't be Impa—I know her pen too well. It won't be a scholar—they can write better than this and whenever they take notes, they write everything in Ancient Hylian . . . hmm . . . I don't know anyone who writes this bad . . .

Determining these speculations was pointless and taking her nowhere, Zelda shrugged and pushed the thought out of her mind. Well, whoever it is, I'm glad they did the hard part in decoding the prophecy for me. But I still don't understand how any of this is connected to me or my dream. Zelda tucking the paper back into its place, closed the book, and set it on the floor at her feet. From the stack beside her, Zelda grabbed The Book of Mudora and pulled it onto her lap.

She opened its first pages.

Table of Contents:

1 — Of and Concerning Origins
2 — Of the Nature of Din of Power
3 — Of the Nature of Nayru of Wisdom
4 — Of the Nature of Farore of Courage
5 — Of Chaos
6 — Of the Origin of the People Called Gerudo
7 — Of the Origin of the People Called Zora
8 — Of the Origin of the People Called Kokiri
9 — Of Chaos's First Return
10 — Of the Six Elements
11 — Of the Origin of the People Called Sheikah
12 — Of the Origin of the People Called Gorons
13 — Of the Origin of the People Called Hylians
14 — Of the Elemental Medallions and Sages
15 — Of the Sacred Realm
16 — Of the Period of Observation
17 — Of the Legacy Families
18 — Of the First Racial Wars and Chaos's Second Return
19 — Of the Seventh Element and Sage
20 — Of the Origin of the Triforce
21 — Of the Age of the Hylia
22 — Of the First Triforce Holder and the Resulting First War of Power
23 — Of the Sealing of the Sacred Realm
24 — Of the Downfall of the Hylia
25 — Of the Rising of the Hylian Lords
26 — Of Interaction with Termina
27 — Of Labrynna and Holodrum
28 — Of Calatia
29 — Of the Great Sea Beyond Termina and Its Mysteries
30 — Of the First Treaties
31 — Of the Rising of the Black Wizard Agahnim
32 — Of the Burning of the Black Wizard Agahnim
33 — Of the Second War of Power
34 — Of the Breaking of Treaties between the Races and Gerudo
35 — Of the Disappearance of the Kokiri
36 — Of the Mysteries of the Lost Woods
37 — Of the Third War of Power
38 — Of the Pledge of Loyalty between the Sheikah and the Hylians
39 — Of the Keys of the Sacred Realm
40 — Of the War of the Races and the Breaking of the Remaining First Treaties
41 — Of the Great War and the Reformation

The Book of Mudora was the foundation of all Hyrule history, as it was the first book in which a detailed description of the Creation had been written. The book held the ongoing history of Hyrule, constantly added to by scholars as the years went on. While it covered the fundamentals of Hylian history, it did not go into tedious detail on each subject. Thus, many other books on specific events of history had been written, specially covering ever-wearisome detail of the subject.

The forty-first chapter of The Book of Mudora, the one concerning the events of the Great War, was very recent, written only two years ago. It explained the intricacies of the recent Hylian civil war from its cause and conflict, to the locations of battles, to rosters of enlisted soldiers and whom they had supported, and then to the war's final end. Zelda did not linger on this chapter.

Her father had expressed his wishes to her once that she not read it, but Impa had insisted her History of Hyrule tutor teach the princess about it. Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it," Impa often quipped. "James could do to remember that." She often went off on discussions with Sir Talmar on the irony of the whole situation. Listening to them talk, Zelda was often confused, and, late one night she snuck into the library and read the chapter 41. While she had learned much about the Great War from her lessons, Zelda was never taught its origins. Even Impa was not willing to tell her charge that her own uncle's jealously was the spark of the war.

Eventually, Zelda bullied the whole story out of her caretaker and learned more about her uncle, mother, and grandfather than all the hushed rumors passed amongst the servants through the castle over her head could ever tell her. The cold, dark, frightening story of neglect and desire not only touched Zelda's heart, it tickled her sixth sense. Somehow, she could almost feel Phillip's loathing of his brother, Liana's loving concern for her husband at war, and Clarence's subjective preference of his eldest son to his youngest to the very end. Being a child of eight at the time, the feelings frightened Zelda and she no longer wanted to learn more. She wanted nothing more to do with the dark past. Though she was older and more mature now, the princess could not control the feeling of foreboding whenever she heard about the Great War.

As she was reading the table of contents, Zelda noticed out of the corner of her eye a bookmark somewhere near the far end of the tome. She opened to its place, chapter 39 — Of the Keys of the Sacred Realm. The text looked long and involved and no child of ten years old, not even one that was Princess of Hyrule, could sit still long enough to read the entire thing on will alone. This time she did not have the incentive of secrets kept from her to push her to suffer the monotonous text, so Zelda skimmed the chapter until one part caught her eye.

'. . . By following the instructions,' it read, 'one might open a Door to the Sacred Realm. However, first it is required that one stand before the Altar with all three Spiritual Stones and the Ocarina of Time, which has never been done to this day. There is no record of what might be beyond the Door to the Sacred Realm, but it is rumored that the holder of the Keys to the Sacred Realm will be able to capture the Triforce from its resting place in the Golden World.'

The Triforce in the Golden World? She asked herself. I didn't know there were Keys to get access to the Triforce. The Triforce, the sacred emblem and basis of all Hylian province and religion, was fabled to be a physical object hidden within a fabled second realm of Hyrule. The relic was said to possess the power of the goddesses, the power to grant the deepest desires of the holder's heart. The ultimate power and a prize worthy of any questing hero. Many people who believed the legends had sought and failed to even enter the Sacred Realm.

Why hasn't my history tutor ever told me about this? Though many people of all backgrounds and kinds believed the legends, there was speculation whether or not they could be considered fact. At that time, religion was fact and every detail concerning the Golden Goddesses, Creation, and the great Triforce was considered true. Zelda's History of Hyrule tutor was a stuffy old man with no hair and white skin from being closed up in his study for days on end. He was doubtful of the Triforce's existence and, as a result, neglected to teach much of its lore to the princess. Impa usually had to fill her in later and constantly complained about non-believers and their drain on society. Zelda listened to her caretaker's rants politely, but usually found them product of Impa overreacting.

The princess fingered the leather bookmark in her left hand absently and tried to think who might be interested in the Keys to the Sacred Realm. Everyone she knew, it seemed, she could think of a logical explanation as to why they would be interested in the Triforce, whether it was faith in its existence or desire to prove it a myth. Unfortunately, for all her pondering, she gained no ground toward unraveling the growing mystery surrounding Purhpciy fu hith Papuulcespi. The more she tried to learn, the more questions she came up with.

This is hopeless, she thought in exasperation, closing The Book of Mudora and dropping it on the floor atop Prophecies of 2000 H.R. to Present. Zelda grabbed the last book from the table and looked at it regretfully. It was a small book with a cover that was stained sky blue and the words stamped on it were in black ink rather than gilt leaf. I almost don't want to learn anything else. I've got more questions than I can handle right now. Despite her reluctance, Zelda opened the book and began to read.

The Secrets of Hylia Lore was not what she expected. Instead of being a long, involved examination of stories from the time of the Hylia, the book actually explained in-depth mysterious Hylia tales and prophecies. In fact, it was quite interesting. Zelda skimmed the book pleasurably, finding in it several stories that interested her, and many, many riddles, most of which were translated from Ancient Hylian into modern script, the original riddle copied word for word at the beginning, then a detail explanation of its meaning underneath. In the back of the book, however, were a section of translated riddles that had not been solved, and it was these that caught Zelda's attention.

This one looks interesting . . . She stopped on a page sporting three entwining elements; Fire, Forest, and Water; in a carefully detailed image on the upper left corner of the paper. Written around it was the original Ancient Hylian text of an unexplained riddle, while beneath that was the translation. For a change of pace, she read it aloud in a whisper.

"'A day in an age of many came a rift upon within the sky where forth wept the earth to the tear of life upon the ground dry brittle. From whence it fell the deity great and mortal yet not so from the ground did blossom, holding forth within its womb the properties of Life as on of the tear.'

"'An age and several passed, an era fell and rose again, and the gift of flame was bestowed upon the earth. The peoples of the races on legions long and wide did gather and vie for the gift, but one above all became the triumphant and they the masters. The gift of flame, though whose properties were allot, was coveted in dark secret by the masters of its presence.'

"'Time and era were as faltered and the fortune of water was, by those prosperous, pacifist, and yet proud, discovered in the berth of their most holy, who was not as such at origin, and hence became forth with the reward of water's fortune. Its secrets were kept sealed and hidden, to whence forth no being understand full nor fractional.'"

Zelda's head was spinning. What's all that gibberish supposed to mean? No wonder no one's ever solved this riddle. For a few long minutes, she stared at the page and tried to understand it on her own, but to no avail. All she managed to accomplish was to worsen the headache that had slowly increased in discomfort with the hour.

She sighed and leaned back, letting her head fall against the backrest and tilting her chin to gaze at the arched ceiling. Strange . . . it looked more orange than it should have for midday. Zelda sat up and peered around the chair to a western-facing window, confronted by a blinding beam of light she had failed to notice while immersed in her books. The sun was well on its evening descent. Suddenly, the princess was aware that she had been in the library for many more hours than she originally thought.

As she was realizing this, she heard the library's entrance creak steadily as it opened to admit another body. Zelda turned to the sound and found Sir Talmar, the knight that had escorted the prophetess Havieze to Zelda's bedroom that morning, walking purposefully toward her, bowing when he reached her chair.

"Good evening, Your Highness," he said with courtly respect. "Your father, the King, has instructed me to escort you to supper, which will be held in the Great Hall in two hours. Will you allow me the honor of escorting you to your chambers to dress?"

Zelda giggled. Talmar was like Impa in the way that he seemed big on respect and proper behavior, but the princess could tell behind his words that he was laughing too at the formality. And she could see it sparkling in his vibrant cerulean eyes. Talmar was part of a group of knights Impa had chosen years ago to be Zelda's personal protection regiment, so she was very comfortable around him.

"Yeah, sure," she replied, her words a strong contrast to Talmar's chivalrous speech. "Just let me put these books away." Quickly, she dog-eared the pages that she had been examining, disregarding the fact that the three tomes were too old and frail for this type of treatment. Gathering them into her arms, she returned to the shelf from which they had come. The Book of Mudora and Prophecies of 2000 H.R. to Present she pushed to their original places, but The Secrets of Hylia Lore, whose place she had forgotten, Zelda tucked under her arm to read later with Impa, reasoning that the mysterious Sheikah might have better understanding of the cryptic text than the young princess.

With this in order, she held out a dainty hand for Sir Talmar to take and lead her to her room. Talmar was hardly able to repress his laughter at the mock etiquette with which Zelda joked her actions.

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Effective 11 - 16 - 2003:

Due to lack of interest on the author's part, this story has been discontinued until further notice, most likely indefinitely. My apologies to anyone who hoped it would someday be finished.