The winds of the Tantari Desert whipped around, the sands being lifted from one part, and carried to another, or in many cases, in an adventurer's eyes. The sun was already being set, and most wouldn't be out here at this time, seeing as monsters liked this time better, and that it would become very, very cold.

And yet, in face of all of these, out here in the desert, there sat a small figure, about that of a thirteen-year-old boy. Now, in most cases, this boy would be out here because he fell asleep, or was waiting, but upon further inspection, one would find something was very, very wrong with this picture.

He boy's left arm was drenched in blood, the entire sleeve ripped. His legs were equally damaged, and there would be no way for him to move. His sword, the mighty blade it was, lay snapped in two some three or four yards away. His hair, once a dark grey, was now red, and pale as well, with the injury he had suffered there as well, but the most frightening detail was not the gore, but insted his expression.

He looked shocked, and continued to mumble something over and over, his eyes wide, their once proud shade of purple drained of all of its spirit and courage. And worst of all, to those that either knew this boy, or cared for those in need, the boy would most likely die soon from his wounds, infection, or the monsters that would sense the pile of gore this boy was.

Sakiko squinted and leaned against the inclement desert wind, trying not to get any sand in her eyes. Failing, she spat out the dusty grit from her mouth and stared helplessly about her. At this rate, she would not be able to cross the desert in time, and night in the deset was the most awful thing that Sakiko could imagine. The mage dug her boots deeper into the shifting sand, sighing.

Suddenly, she noticed a young boy sitting. She ran towards him, thinking that he had run away from home, or was lost. The mage felt a vile taste in her mouth as she saw that he was drenched in blood, and mentally disorganized. The Hylian knelt by the boy and took out the herb bags she carried around, and several strands of bandages. She looked into the boy's eyes in one cursory sweep, and fell into her work of dabbing her various plants. The mage sighed, as she saw that he was badly injured. Not expecting an aswer, but attempting a try anyways, she asked,

"Excuse me, but why are you so badly wounded and alone?"

The smell of blood carried by the desert winds found Kasei's nose yet again. Kasei knew full well that anything bleeding out here was most likely dead, but he trudged through the sands anywhay. He was already ankle deep in sand within five minuets of entering the desert.

Goddesses, he hated this desert, even though he grew up here. Much like Parapa, Tantari's heat and wind made it unbearably, then there was the sand. It got everywhere, even places completely air-tight. More than once, Kasei had spent many hours at home washing his clothes of the sand, he then took a long shower to get the sand out of his hair and off his skin. Sometimes he had to get rid of clothes.

That wasn't the point, Kasei, even though he doubted he would find any life, followed the scent of blood through the desert, and eventually came upon its source; a girl, next to a bleeding pile of crap. Wait, Kasei had seen this crap before, it was Worru! Hurrying his pace, he reatched them just as Sakiko questioned Worru. "No time for that, he has to get out of here!" Kasei said as he kneeled down. "SOmething did a number, eh?" He said as he lifted Worru efortlessly in his arms. "I have no medicine, and the closest town is a fair distance away. What to do?"

The boy still let his head hang, not looking or even moving to show that he was still alive, save for his continous mumbling, now a bit clearer now that the young mage was close to him. "...gone....he's gone....he's gone..." he repeated, before something very different happened.

His head shot up, eyes with a tint of green in them. "Move!" he yelled, pushing Kasei, so that he fell on the ground on his legs, only to fall down due to his leg injuries. That's when the blast of energy came surging at him, hurting him further, while Sakiko and Kasei were safe from the blast. Soon enough, the thing that made the blast came into view, standing tall in his cloak. "Boy, just let it free. Let it free." he said, his voice empty, but urging the boy to do as he said.

Sakiko took a step back automatically as she saw a cloaked figure, muttering something about letting go of an 'it'. Her heart beat wildly against her chest. She had put herself into something that she didn't know anything about...Thoughts whirled through her head, but she could not piece together what was happening.

Instead, Sakiko grabbed her staff tightly in her hands, and shoved her herb bags back into her robes. She muttered half to Kasei, and half to herself.

"He saved you. That means...he must've been expecting this arrival of the cloaked figure."

The mage's knuckles became white with her tight grip on the staff, getting ready to fight if necessary.

"Boy, please, I don't want to hurt you. Please, just let him go. Then, you can fufill your purpose in this world." the cloaked figure spoke, seeming sincere about his want to not injure the boy. His cloak had a slight green tint to it, and behind him, two others came, with red and blue tinted cloaks as well. "Listen, boy, we have yet to chose the other one, and soon enough, the choice must be made. You will have to let him go, by choice, or by force." said the one in red.

Worru lifted his head, the only movement he could make without injuring himself further, like his little falling stunt had done. "No! I will never let him go! He's my guardian!" he yelled, his strength visibly depleating.

Already, Kasei was on the attack. Even in the harsh desert winds, he was able to pinpoint the intruder and launch an assault of fireballs in the general direction. He knew he missed. "Darn, guess I have to go for more precice methods." He said, then closed his left eye, leaving the right wide open. Magic seemed to gather near it, and Kasei let it loose. An explosion blasted apart the desert sands, right where the enemy would be. Kasei opened his left eye, and coughed blood. The wind had stopped, the force of the explosion canceled it out.

The three looked to one another, begining to converse between themselves, loud enough for anyone to hear.

"I believe he was trying to harm us." said the green one, as the blue and red ones sighed, as this was painfully obvious. "He can't. If he could, then we'd be hurt." said the red one, earning a sigh himself from the blue one. "Of course he was. He doesn't know who we are. The boy is a friend of his, and from the way we have been acting, it seems as if we wish to kill him, when all we want is to give the boy his half. He just has to let go of him." he stated, matter-of-factly.

"But, if that's the thing we're here for, why are they here?" asked the green one. "They're here because the boy is here." said the red, "And, since we seem hostile, they are also here to harm us." "But, still, that isn't a good enough reason. They must be here for a purpose, and not just because of chance." stated the green, as the blue began to speak as well. "They are here both because fo chance, and to protect the boy. However, we are not to harm them, nor kill the boy. We are here to give the boy his half, so that he may, one day, become the bravest of all of Hyrule's adventurers."

"Ah. So, do they know that?" asked the green, "No, not even you two know that." said the blue, "But, if we don't know that, then how do we know that?" asked the red, confused. "You don't, just that I can be the only one to understand it. I am the wisest, remember. You are the most powerful, and he's the most courageous." said the blue, the green and red nodding.

The green turned back to the adventurers, pointing his hand at Kasei, as a blue light healed whatever damages the blast had caused.

Kasei looked on in disbelief. These three men were talking as though he wasn't right there. That pissed off Kasei, Who had already started a new strategy, and was upon the men, his trusty scimitar already out. At the speed of light, he cut at each of the men, then stopped a short distance away, and begun his plan. His skin became wrinkled, and his hair changed to gray, flat, he also had a beard. He had unleashed his old form, the form he should have. A ring of purple fire encased him and the men. "There, now you cannot escape, or put out the fire. This is a spell gifted to me by Din, goddess of Power, it is innescapable." He said, and unleashed another barrage at the men.

The three men sighed once more, none of the attacks having any effect on them. The red one stood before Kasei, holding his shoulder with a firm grip, so that the Rebel Flame could not move further. "We truely wish not to hurt the boy. We want him to relinquish the daemon he holds within him, so that we, or to be specific, he," he said, pointing to the one clad in a green cloak, "Can give him the half of the Triforce that he has been chosen for. The other five, two for those of the Three Kings, and three for those who follow the goddesses, will be given once their respective sides have chosen." With that, he turned, walking towards the green one once more.

"Give him, the final." he said, and the green one simply nodded, holding his arm up as the energy crackled around it, forming a faint image of a large, cannon-like weapon. The cannon shot an orb of energy, tinted green as was the man, straight at Worru, causing the boy to make an unearthly scream, just as above him, the familiar daemon had formed away, as well.

Now, Worru looked normal, all of his injuries and damages healed, as the three men formed away as well. But, the only sign that any of this had occured was on Worru's hand, an upside-down, inverted design of the Triforce mark that was present on the hand of all that held the Triforce. It was faint, so much that seeing it would make one think it as an illusion, but it would grow...

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Later, on the Isle of Khramos...

"It itches."

"I know, Ryokiden. You have told me."

"Then why am I still in it, Being?"

"Because, Triforce or not, you are the boy's protector, and shall stay with him, until the day he dies."

Ryk grumbled with this, picking up his gauntlets and boots as they attached themselves to him once more. He flexed out his fingers, testing out his new body, one that was all his own. He looked like a more teen-aged version of Worru, with longer hair, more noticible in the two bangs that nearly covered his eyes, around five feet tall, clothes ripped at the edges, but merely for fashion purposes. His eyes were blood-red, and his skin pale, his hair also a fierce shade of red, so that he was physically a Sheikah in the land of Hyrule, and he held all the natural abilities they had.

But, in a moment, he was changed, teeth now like sharp fangs, claws even sharper, his springheel boots now in their claw-hand forms, his hair longer, more downward this time, three whisker-like marks on his cheek evident, and generally seeming more violent than the normal Ryokiden. "So, I use that, whatever-it-is, and I turn into this? Well, then, I guess this can make up for the itchyness of it all." he said, before the portal opened up before him, and he was in the form he was before.

He stepped into the portal, and began to run, wanting to find his 'little brother'.

Sakiko covered her mouth as the boy screamed with some agony unknown, unfamiliar to her. Her tongue became coated with some bitter taste as she carefully walked back over to the boy. Her silence from the whole event left her voice cracked as she gave the spot where the three men were a brief and cursory glance. Her eyes on Worru, she muttered,

"Goddesses, what did they do?"

Worru did not get the chance to answer, the flames put out, the old KAasei was next to younge Worru, holding the gerudo's hand in his own. "A fourth piece, the one sheltered by darkness. It arrises.....?" He mutters, then stands up. "It seems, my freind, that their is more to you than meets the eye." He then lifts up his hand, and sends up a yellow fireball. The rebel flame makes his way on to tantari rock, the place the meeting will converge.

Worru took a moment, his mind slowly piecing itself together, before he lifts the back of his hand up to his eye level, studying the symbol for a moment, before realizing what it was. "It...It can't be...I have...a Triforce?" he said, the idea seeming crazy to him. After all, he wasn't smart, wasn't strong, and was definately not brave, so what was this doing on his arm?

A confused wrinkle formed on Sakiko's forehead as she stared at the bewildered Worru. A millions questions dizzily spun in her mind, so much that the mage could not pick out several to ask Worru. However, the Hylian managed to ask,

"Wait, if you weren't expecting this to happen, what were you doing here? And why did you have so many wounds?"

Worru looked up at the mage, wondering where she came from, but then realizing she asked questions. "Well, I was out here on my way to Ruto. The guy in green popped up then, and every time I told him I wouldn't get rid of Ryokiden, he used an energy blast, which did damage like a sword or something." he said, before reaching a hand behind his head. "I really don't get it myself."