Naturally, the king was skeptical. And being skeptical didn't change when he saw a golden triangle with a triangular hole in it. "It's very lovely, but what is it?" Considering the greatest treasure in the world was a triangle, the king thought he restrained his sarcasm enough.
"To be honest, your highness, we are not really sure," Gaebora spoke up. Ignoring Bagrand's nasty look for stealing his spotlight, the knight continued. "We heard a voice. Something about touching it with a wish in one's heart. We felt it's power, but we agreed it would be best for you to discover just what this wish can do."
"An interesting tale. Do you know what will happen now?" The king asked, only slightly intrigued.
Bagrand held out the triangle, still lying dormant in the cloth, to the king. "Touch it and see."
Sighing inwardly, the king reached forward, his fingers nearing the triangles. Once again, the strange voice echoed in their heads. The indescribable feeling of being in the presence of great power overcame all present, as the Triforce came alive once again. This time, its focus was on the king, and Bagrand only felt the distant echo of the power. A fleeting moment of jealousy entered the old mage's mind, as any chance of ever receiving that power disappeared with that voice. Yet the thought was brushed aside quickly, for he knew it was for the better.
The king, of course, had by this time been filled with awe. The presence of the Triforce had enraptured him. As his hand touched the triangle, a new sensation rushed over him. He was joined, somehow, to this power. His deepest wishes had been laid open to the relic and scrutinized. Power flowed from the Triforce to its first bearer. An incredible feeling, to be sure. But the others saw none of this, the king was dumbstruck, but nothing seemed to happen at first. Then, slowly, the Triforce rose from the cloth and started spinning, in tandem, in the air. Its former shine had returned, and the courtyard was bathed in a golden light. The king lowered his hand.
"Remarkable..." he muttered. "Utterly..." The king finally regained his composure and turned to the four mages. "Your efforts are exemplary. This...this Triforce holds much potential for our country and the six races. Bagrand, Sir Kaepora, Rauru, and Mudora, I hereby appoint you four as scholars of the Triforce. You will learn its secrets. You will discover how to use it, as it seems obvious that there's more to forming wishes. You will learn of its past, its purpose, its weaknesses if there are any. I appoint you four with the title Sage, for you will bring wisdom to the land. And please, make sure to write all of your learnings down, so that future generations will always be able to use this gift of the goddesses." With that, the meeting was over.
Mudora left, fairly pleased with the outcome. To be honest, he was still feeling the effects of the strange day. Whisked away to another world, finding an ultimate power, and then being appointed as a scholar of the power by the king... well, it was not exactly a typical day. But the studying looked promising. And the last part of the king's orders was something Mudora had only dreamed of doing before. Certainly, as the youngest and most useless of the sages, he would be appointed the job of the scribe, which suited him fine. Rauru, too, was most pleased with the day. Although he still worried that this power did not belong in Hyrule, and wondered what would happen if someone with ill intents stole it. Deep down, he was apprehensive of the Triforce. Kaepora Gaebora was his normal self. Outwardly jovial, as usual, the strange knight was secretly imagining the true power of the Triforce. And Bagrand, as happy as he was about the Triforce, did not feel complete. He had touched an ultimate power, only to lose it.
As Shelin Impa rested in her room after Zelda and Eloan were asleep, she turned her thoughts for the first time to the triangles. She did not fully understand what had happened, as she was not present, but the king took the time to explain it to her. An amazing discovery, to be sure, and Impa had no doubts the king would use this power for the benefit of the people of Hyrule. And after the king, Eloan would inherit the Triforce. The thought made Impa proud. She had raised the prince herself, and he was like a son to her. The boy would make an excellent king. Just like his father. And he would use the Triforce wisely. He would care for his younger sister. What more could a nursemaid ask for?
Back in his chambers, Mudora started to write furiously. He was determined not to forget any detail of their experiences. Page after page of Mudora's Journal were filled. Sketches were made, paragraphs written, and legends retold. Mudora even practiced a little poetry, trying to capture the feel of the Sacred Realm.
In a Realm beyond sight The sky shines gold, not blue. There the Triforce's might Makes mortal dreams come true.
And thus began the Golden Age of Hyrule. If only for a brief time, it showered the people of Hyrule and the world with peace and prosperity. Commerce thrived and war diminished. Vast improvements in the sciences and magic emerged. The races grew closer to each other than ever before. And the king became the most respected man in the world. It seemed like the perfect time to be living.
