The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time

Sacred Triangles: The Triforce

Wisdom: Some think it equivalent to knowledge. While both are yielded through learning, they have one fundamental difference: knowledge can be acquired from hours of study, but wisdom must be amassed from years of experience. Wisdom can be passed down through generations of sages, compiling an ever-growing pool of information on judgment, which is used in every decision.

Link was outside the city gate in the pouring rain, writhing in pain once more. But this time, he saw something else... a vision within his nightmare... of the Ocarina of Time, dramatically displacing a splash of water, slowly dropping down into the liquid, becoming engulfed by the fluid mass.

He jolted awake. He did not want to look at the river on which he was gently floating down. After receiving thanks from the Zora people and their king, he managed to borrow a row boat to take on the Zora River overnight to Castle Town, promising to return for his betrothed... someday.

The pieces of his dream were coming together: first, there was the flight of the Hyrulean princess and her attendant on the white mare, with the pursuing Gerudo king on his black stallion, both clear as day. Then there's the rest, happening more like a blur: the torture of Ganondorf's dark magic, the object floating past his vision, revealed as the legendary Ocarina of Time, the tongues of the flames licking the city beyond the ramparts of its wall, and now... the Ocarina of Time sinking into an elusive body of water.

"Restless sleep again?" Navi asked grimly.

Link nodded. The visions were fresh in his mind.

"We will get to Zelda and put an end to this!" she reassured, "do you have the royal decree of entry ready?"

Link rummaged through his knapsack. He had a depleted wallet and no more food... just the skin of water he packed, the two bottles he now had, the map and compass from Impa, the ocarina from Saria, and there it was, the letter signed by Zelda.

"I have it here," he replied.

Link also reached for the Spiritual Stones he toiled for. With such legacy behind them, who knew when they were last united like this?

It was morning, and they were out of the hills about Zora's Domain, in the openness of the Hyrule Plain. It was sunny, but the clouds above began to shift. They grew thicker... and darker... very quickly.

"Oh, no..."

Link felt a bottomless pit open in his stomach, sucking the hope he had down into it. He grabbed the oar and rowed to the left shore. Forgetting about the boat, he abandoned it, and ran... ran as fast as he could.

The rain began to fall, thunder ominously booming in the distance, streaks of lightning flashing before it. It picked up... rapidly, puddles forming in the wild grass, turning the soil to mud beneath his boots as they slammed to the ground in a presto rhythm.

Link grew weary from sprinting, panting through his pursed lips as they dripped with the pouring rain. But he endured... he had to. He had to get there before it happened. It was all he could focus on. Every other thought was pushed aside in a tunnel... a vision... set on one single goal.

Finally, the gate came into view. The uncanny resemblance to his dream blew him away even further in the rain. As he approached the gate, he noticed the drawbridge was closed.

"Navi, I have a bad feeling about this," Link groaned.

There was an earsplitting boom from within the walls, followed by the sight of dark smoke rising in the rain. In response, the drawbridge began to creak open...