Hello, guys. Scrap here, the author. Thanks for taking a look at my story. Consider this chapter a prologue. It's shorter than the rest, and there's no dialogue, but Rauru is a Sage and I had to put him in there. Couldn't skip straight to the fun part, could I? Anyway, enjoy this old man, and thanks again for reading.

Long ago, in an era of great strife, there lived seven impossibly wise beings. They were the Sages, and they, together with the Hero of Time, would save their kingdom from devastation.

The legend states that these destined saviors were the wisest of all the denizens of their kingdom. According to the legends, All were great leaders or inspired thinkers. They came from the far reaches of the kingdom, united for a single purpose, the prosperity of the kingdom.

What the Legends don't say, is who the sages really were. How they lived, their aspirations, their interactions. The Sages were not simply wise old men who sat in a circle waiting for the hero. They were an Ancient Scholar, a bright eyes youth, a mighty mountain dweller, a regal princess, a skilled warrior, and an enigmatic thief. Indeed, they were all unique souls, with stories all their own.

But the legends do not center around their stories. The tale passed through the ages is one of a great hero, bearing an ancient, powerful blade. A soul imbued with astounding courage that saved the kingdom of Hyrule from the King of Evils, with the help of the Seventh Sage, the royal Princess of Hyrule.

It is imperative that the other six Sages are not forgotten. Too often, their presence goes unrecorded in the annals of history. These six brave souls were essential in saving the kingdom. This is the story of their interactions with each other. The bonds they formed, the knowledge they shared. This is the story of the Sages.

Rauru, Sage of Light.

Rauru blinked an old, dry eye and sighed deeply. He had just completed the duty he was destined for since birth. The Hero, now a young adult, was on his way. Now Rauru waited, alone in the Chamber of Sages.

Leering around the Chamber, Rauru noticed how truly empty it felt. He was standing on a pedestal with the symbol of light carved into it, the same that was on the medallion he had just given to Link. Around him were five other pedestals, each with their own symbol, one for each of the other sages. Other than that, however, the chamber was largely featureless. It appeared to be a singular pillar, floating in a void of deep blue. He peered over the edge of the platform and saw nothing but blackness far, far below. He took a few cautious steps away from the edge. Though it was part of the Sacred Realm, it certainly was a lonely place.

He wondered how long it would be until he had company again. He hoped it wouldn't be too long, for his sake, and for the sake of the kingdom. In this old place, the only company he would get was that of the other sages, and they would need to be united here as soon as possible, for the future of Hyrule, and indeed, the world.

He thought about what the other sages might be like. He was old, and knowing, but even he couldn't see who the Goddesses would choose to be the saviors of this era.

He rubbed his chin. He hoped they were like minded individuals. He couldn't stand loud ruckus, and if a fight broke out among the sages, there would be no end to his head aches. He would inevitably have to settle any disputes, as he was the first of the sages to awaken, and thus, he had seniority.

He smiled to himself and laughed a deep guffaw. He had been an important figure in the history of the kingdom for quite a while, but it had been ages since he was in any position of power. He wanted to make the most of that. He was not the leader of the Sages, it was true, but he would do his best to lead in her stead.

He coughed and his mind once again returned to musing. The possible identities of the other five sages was something to pass the time thinking about. There was nothing to do in the chamber of sages but to think. It was a sealed chamber, older than time itself, sitting deep in the sacred realm, a paradise that had been tainted by the King of Evil's selfish wants. He frowned. If he thought any more on that, it would sour his mood. He took his thoughts back to the other sages.

He hoped there were no children among the others. He despised children. They asked far too many questions, and they were too fascinated by their own voice. Always talking, never listening. The hero had been a child when Rauru first met him, but he was a rare exception. He never said a word. That was refreshing. He found it fortunate that sages had to be wise in order to be sages. After all, wisdom comes with age, he thought to himself.

He imagined his ideal congregation of Sages. In his mind they were all as wise and old as he was. Each from exceedingly different backgrounds. They would share stories of eras of peace and laugh together about when they were very young. A calm, pleasant collection of wizened people would be ideal. Almost like six Raurus, gathered into one place.

He sighed contently and tried to pass the time whistling an old tune. There was nothing to do now but wait. He wasn't hungry or thirsty, food and drink weren't needed in this, the last pure patch of the Sacred Realm. For some mystical reason, perhaps divine protection, or maybe old magic, the people here never felt hunger or thirst. Even if he did, there was nothing here to eat or drink, so what could he do about0 it?

He wondered how Zelda was doing out there in the now cruel and hellish landscape that was once her home. He had known her when she was a small child, eyes full of curiosity about the world beyond the walls of her castle home. He taught her to read and watched her learn to behave like a proper princess. She was a young woman now, and unfortunately, she would have to find her way through the twisted world that Hyrule had become. She would be hunted by the Evil King everyday of her life until he had been defeated. He worried for the young woman.

She was not the first Zelda he knew in the royal family. Zelda was the traditional name for women in the royal family, and he was old enough to have seen several royal families have their time on the throne. He thought about all he had seen and done in life. Built great temples, advised natural leaders, seen wars turn to peace in mere seconds. If this was the last thing he did for this kingdom, that would be enough. He would be satisfied with his life.

He yawned sleepily. He was very old, and it seemed the Sacred Realm did not put sleep on the list of essentials it took care of. He sat down, gently.

"Perhaps if I close my eyes for a few minutes, I will wake up in time to greet the next sage." He muttered to himself. Then he closed his eyes and slowly lost himself in the dreams of days gone by.

That's that for Rauru! Next up, Saria, of course! After I get through this story, I think I'm more or less finished with Zelda stories for a while. I have to mix it up sometimes, you know? Anyway, thanks for reading, friend. See you soon for Chapter 2!