Flanked by four Hakiem L2 Guards, Azador is escorted to a set of doors deep within the base. The doorway itself is large enough to permit a giant, and wide enough for an entire cavern. Black gold lines the many carved pictures...pictures of battles fought long ago, of honor matches won and lost, of great leaders and their cowardly prey. In their own base, history remembers the Hakiems in the correct way: as powerful beings, easily capable of becoming dictators over the world if their leaders had not been content with a simple, yet mighty, organization.

In front of the doorway stands a man. He seems to be around forty years old. His pitch black hair is lined with strands of grey just over his ears. A dark green vest covers his white long-sleaved shirt. Long black pants drop to his dirt covered boots. Over all this he wears a simple brown cape on his back. This goes entirely against the normal dress code of the Hakiems...and only their most powerful members are allowed to do that. This must be a man of great importance.

He lifts his head as Azador approaches, revealing his most frightening feature. Most of his face is exactly like a Sheikah his age, but the eyes...his right eye is green, but the left eye is pale...pale red. A scar runs from the side of his nose, through his left eye and onto the other side. Surrounded by a red tatto, it looks exactly like the symbol of the Hakiems Tribe.

"I am General Dessil," he says with a gruff voice. "Lord Zaboorak will see you now." He turns and pushes on the large doors with a single hand. They open up with ease. The guards kneel towards the general, and he himself becomes Azador's guide into Zaboorak's chamber.

Azador was amazed by all of the "glitter and glammer", It reminded him of his master...

The chamber he was in, was made of pure gold at the wall sheikah like symbols where painted..

In the middle of the room two gigantic statues of what seemed to be sheikah ..

He looked at the face of Dessil.. he seemed so lifeless.. like he had no emotions at all, his voice was sounded so unnatural... he seemed like a puppit.. but puppits stil had more expressions than this guy....

A single room in the lowest portion of the base...flaming torches giving off a gastly light in a still darkened chamber...the final depth of darkness. This would be a good description of the room Azador is led into.

The Sheikah symbols are lined with gold, and parts of the Sheikah statues do indeed have gold inlaid in their structure. Yet this gold is Black Gold - it reflects little, if any, light. Not that there is much light to reflect. A strip of carpet goes from the doorway on a straight line to the opposite end of the room, which is absolutely enormous. The chamber is perhaps even larger than the North Castle Throne Room - an impressive feat, to say the least!

The carpet shows many intricate patterns and shapes, but every ten feet or so, the Hakiems' symbol - a vertical eye with a scar running through it - is shown, reminding Azador of the eye of his ghastly guide. Running along the carpet is a line of flaming torches that, for some reason, fail to illuminate the room at all. The only thing that seems to reflect their light is the Hakiems' symbol on the carpet, causing them to remain the focus of anyone walking that path.

Flanked by the Sheikah statues is a very large throne, again, grander than King Harkinian II's...and yet much more frightening as well. In front of the throne stands Karunik, conversing about something with a black cloaked figure. In the dim lighting, it's difficult for Azador to decide whether or not the black figure is a ghost or a living monster. It's the latter.

Karunik nods as Azador approaches, and his companion lowers the hood of his cloak, revealing the darkened face of Zaboorak. "Ssso...you have finally essscaped the company of thossse weaklingsss, Azzzador. I have brought you here to asssk if you need any aid in your ssspying misssion. I noticed that you have yet to ussse my gift to you; may I asssk why?"

Most people would be thrown offguard by the Zora's apparent concern...but had Azador heard the words spoken to Karunik by him, he would have understood.

'...Make it ssseem like you value him, and he will be pleasssed. A happy pawn isss a productive pawn...'

My lord..
I would first like to make a deal with thou..
Its just a little thing i want to get settled first..

"A deal, you sssay?" Zaboorak asks, seemingly unconcerned. "What did you have in mind?"

I will help you, you help me.. its as easy as that..
If somebody knows my.."true natur" then you guys could you.. know...Kill him
And that would also count for any one that tries to cheat,threat, or attack me

Thats all i ask thats all i need my lord...
in exchange my service...

Zaboorak laughs at the simplicity of Azador's request. With the Zora practically in control of an army of assassins... "I believe that we can promissse you that, Azzzador. Sssuch thingsss are easssily accomplissshed in the realm of the Hakiemsss Tribe." He pauses momentarily. "It ssshall be done. Isss there sssomeone we ssshould be aware of that isss coming clossser to dissscovering thisss sssecret you hold?"

at the moment none.. and i would like to keep it that way.. if you know what i meen...

Zaboorak chuckles. "I do indeed, Azzzador. I do indeed.

"Now then," he says abruptly. "We need inssside information. What all do thessse foolsss know about the Golden Onesss. If you know, we would be essspecially pleasssed if you had the whereaboutsss of Zzzarisss himssself."

what is the closest beyond the eye
Thats where master Zaris would be

Alpha was thinking about going to the old lighthouse...

I hope it helps my lord..

"Closssessst to beyond the eye?" Zaboorak says, suddenly frustrated. "By the fiery depthsss of Din'sss rage...blassst that Zzzarisss and hisss idiotic riddlesss."

For the first time since Azador's arrival, Karunk speaks. "Why do they suspect the lighthouse of Wyndisis?"

some of Alpha's companions where refering about the desert being the sun and the lighthouse the eye..

I don't understand the riddle either...

Karunik sighs. "I suppose we'll just have to wait for more information. Or find someone who's good with riddles."

"Ssspeaking of which," Zaboorak says, "how goesss the sssearch for Ukedra? That Deku wasss alwaysss quite fond of riddlesss. Desssil? Have you located him yet?"

Dessil's eyes close and he shakes his head. What would normally seem like a sorrowful movement instead makes him seem even more serious, and thereby dangerous. "The Deku was never one to take chances. He is hidden well, and we have yet to gain any sort of information concerning him. However," he reopens his eyes, fixing them with a glare that almost forces Azador to flinch away, "we have learned that he holds a correspondence with another Deku, Yukie. We have diverted some of our efforts towards searching for him."

"Good, Desssil. Azzzador, there must be sssome sssort of information you hold. Wasss there any mention of any detailsss of the Golden Onesss. Anything at all will be ussseful."

let me think.. hmm
the riddle...

But if you must seek the Goldforce Powers,
Head for those five, who in darkest hours
Shall aid us all in the fight against he
Who betrayed our kind, from whom we still flee.’

‘Heeding my warning, I know that you should.
But expect it? I can't, as ignore it I would.
Now my last riddle: Seek you where I lie?
Look where you're closest to beyond the eye’

thats how the riddle go's

someone also said something about a master Sheera..

thats all i know....

Zaboorak chuckles at the wording of Zaris' poem/riddle. "Well, at leassst the fool consssidersss me a threat ssstill...that'sss good to know, at leassst. Asss for Sssheera..." Holding up his hand, an orb of energy emerges from his body. "Sssheera wasss the name of the Golden Fairy, who I had the pleasssure of annihilating." A wicked laugh fills the entire chamber.

Without warning, the doors slide open again, and another Hakiem L2 rushes inside. "Master Karunik!" he calls. He kneels before the throne, and also acknowledges, "General Dessil, Lord Zaboorak." Turning to Karunik, he calmly rises and speaks. "Master, Calla apparently escaped from those watching over her and ran a muck throughout the prison level of the Water District. We have managed to recapture her, and request orders as to how we should proceed with it."

Karunik nods. "I have the perfect location in mind for her. Have those responsible been reprimanded?"

"No, Master, they have yet to come forward and admit their mistake."

Dessil's face finally shows a small amount of emotion - anger. "Then they are without honor," he says in a voice that sounds positively like a ghost. "When they are found, I suggest you throw them to the Dyquis. Without weaponry and with bound feet."

Zaboorak chuckles. "Ah yesss, the Dyquisss...it'sss been sssome time sssince my creation hasss been bothered. That sssoundsss like a mossst excellent punissshment...if they fail to sssurvive, then they dessserve death."

Karunik nods. "I shall go attend to this matter then," he says calmly, and disappears with the Hakiem.