It was a long march, but not altogether unpleasant. The thrill of discovery had invigorated the four, even the slightly aging Bagrand. There was little talk along the way. Why bother? The gold light was all they could think of, but there was no use in discussing it. After all, no one had any clue what it was.

Mudora, being the youngest of the group, ran up ahead of the others near the end of the journey, and was the first to rest his eyes on the relic. Surprisingly, even though the object lit up the sky, the light did not hurt his eyes. To be honest, Mudora was rather disappointed. He had expected something powerful and majestic, yet all he saw were three triangles. Although it was still more impressive than anything anyone had ever seen before. The golden triangles were floating above a large outcropping of rock, and spinning slowly. They came together to form one larger triangle, with a hole in the middle. The spinning was done in tandem; the entire triangle spun together instead of each of the pieces at a separate speed. Bizarre was all Mudora could think about.

When the rest of the party caught up, their initial reactions were much the same as Mudora's. What was a triangle doing in the middle of nowhere. Bagrand moved closer to it, with the intention of taking it back to the king. The king was hoping there would be something useful in this Sacred Realm, but Bagrand was willing to bet that these triangles were useful. He couldn't have been more wrong. As he neared the triangles, he heard a voice in his head, a pleasant voice that seemed to touch his soul. "I am the essence of the Triforce. Approach with a wish in your heart."

The others heard it too, although it sounded like a faint echo to them. It was enough to stop Bagrand in his tracks. Of course, they all started to talk at once. "Did you hear that?" "Essence of the Triforce?" "Is that what this triangle is, some sort of Force?" "A wish, what does that mean?" "How powerful is this thing?" And, of course, "what should we do with it?"

"Power... Think of all that power Rauru," Bagrand finally said when all calmed down. "Think of what we could learn if this Triforce thing really does grant us our wishes. All my life I have studied the magical arts, yet it has always depressed me that I would not learn it all. Yet with one simple wish...."

"Yes, Bagrand, but can we truly use this object? The power would be too great. I feel this Triforce will only bring ill upon Hyrule," Rauru replied.

"Rauru, you cannot think we would leave this treasure here. If anything we owe it to the king to bring it back to him." Kaepora, like Bagrand, was enraptured by the power of the Triforce and could not bear to leave it.

"Well, yes, but we must be careful with it." Rauru disliked the idea of the Triforce. Too much power in his opinion.

"Of course," Bagrand mumbled, and reached up towards the Triforce. He then remembered what the Triforce had said, and realized he should let the king handle it. So he wrapped his hand in his cloak, hoping that a direct touch would not trigger the wish in his heart. For his wish was to understand the power of this Triforce, yet he agreed with Rauru that it was not his to use. But the Triforce recognized his wish to not have a wish, and so remained dormant. Once the Triforce was in his hands, it stopped spinning. The golden triangles lay there in his arms, unmoving and losing much of its luster.

This worried the young Mudora. "Is it... gone? I mean, did it lose its power?"

"No..." Bagrand whispered. For he still felt the power of the Triforce. It's magic had touched his heart. It was the defining moment in Bagrand's life, to feel such power within him. It was a moment he was not likely to forget. "It's still here...."

Kaepora, uncomfortable with Bagrand's new focus, muttered gruffly, "It's time we leave. We should report to the king." The rest agreed and huddled around the tall knight. He pulled out the ocarina and replayed that beautiful song....

The light surrounded them yet again; but this time the magic barrier had shrunken. Once again, Mudora felt the strange nauseating feeling of losing track with one world and entering another. The sensation passed quickly, and the blinding blue light soon faded. When he could see again, he noticed that they were not in the Castle courtyard, but on Death Mountain. "It seems that this Sacred Realm is a mirror world to our own," Rauru stated. Mudora merely sighed. It was going to be a long march down.

Although it wasn't dull, at least not for Mudora. He had never seen a Goron before, and there were many who stopped along the way to watch the travelers. It wasn't often three Hylians and a Sheikah appeared out of nowhere on Death Mountain, and the Gorons were curious. Mudora would have loved to stay and talk to them, but Bagrand and the others were in a hurry. So they finally reached the Castle late in the afternoon. They were immediately ushered into the throne room, where the king awaited.

He was slightly shocked. "You have returned already? Was the quest a useless endeavor?"

Bagrand smiled. "No your highness, quite the contrary. We have brought back the greatest treasure you could ever imagine."