There was a comfort in KNOWING that her fears would persist for as long as she ENDURED and TARRIED throughout this lifetime. It meant there was REASON AND PURPOSE to this suffering.
I WILL BEAR ANY AND ALL WOUNDS
AS LONG AS THEY HAVE MEANING.
“You speak as though a GOD were present before you.” It had not always been clear as to why she could remember past events that were not of her own lifetime, as though they came to her PURPOSEFULLY, perhaps to inspire something that was lost a long, long time ago. She could not bring herself to believe it was something else; memories that once belonged to her ancestors came back in order to tell her something. But what? “And yet…I feel as though I KNOW of whom you speak.” Could it be? Was it possible? The GODDESS WHO SACRIFICED HER DIVINITY to protect the realm her MOTHERS & SISTERS created was not one whom would place her soul and spirit into just anyone. Alas, the one who first bore Hylia’s spirit had been just an ordinary young woman. An ordinary, young woman who became so much more.
THE BLOOD OF THE GODDESS
COURSES THROUGH HER VEINS!
He was of an IMPOSING stature when she stood before him. His was a SHADOW that cast long and dark upon the floor, obscuring out the light as though it had NEVER existed. “Come, walk with me.” She did not wait for him to join her, knowing he would have caught up with but a few strides. The pillars that made up the entrance of the throne room appeared much older than they were meant to – as if the entire castle belonged to an age that had long since passed. She would need to CHOOSE her words carefully, for she walked in the presence of a being who had lived far longer than the foundations this castle was built upon. It was rumoured that the goddesses hailed from a DISTANT NEBULA in the far reaches of the cosmos. She had always known that the divine came from the HEAVENS, but the STARS themselves?
WERE WE NOT CREATED IN THEIR IMAGE?
“PURPOSE has been found for you to be here, and thus OPPORTUNITY has arisen after its long absence. I doubt there is anything we possess you may require – but the offer still stands lest it be needed to suit what you will.”
“I speak only of what has been seen aeons ago. No doubt it is of
little consequence to you -- your kind are short-lived, and have
but fleeting memories. But if you find some meaning, then perhaps
I have underestimated the capacities hidden in such organic veins.”
They followed without a sound, not moving a SINGLE ATOM from its place; a ripple of amusement emanated from their form, expanding outward in the TYPICAL PARTICLE-WAVES associated with the dispersion of energy. They had not thought so low a being was capable of detecting the GIFTS it carried. Perhaps there was more power involved here than they had ever HOPED to imagine. Aye, POWER SOUGHT ITS FELLOWS, that much was certain -- but they were above such petty emotions such as GREED. Theirs was a JOURNEY SELF-RIGHTEOUS, and its ends would justify the means taken to achieve them. THE SLEEPING GODDESS WOULD BE AWAKENED. There was no sense in letting such strength continue its slumber, not when the WHOLE OF THE UNIVERSE toppled towards ANNIHILATION.
But, they sensed, there was something to be learned here. The choices of their fellows had always intrigued them, as had their choice in vessels; if they sought to release this ancient sleeper, then it would be in their own best interest to first LEARN ITS MOTIVATIONS, else more harm would be done. THEY HAD TIME. It had always been on their side. The most prudent course of action, therefore, was to WATCH AND LEARN. This they had done for generations, and for generations more they could continue. THERE WAS A BEAUTY IN KNOWLEDGE, and so they would gather it, as they always had done. The divinity would have to wait and sleep a little longer -- THE VERY STARS would have to align ‘fore there could be any sort of REVIVAL.
And, in the meantime, they could busy themselves, earn a bit of trust ( the very concept of such a thing eluded them, but it had always seemed pertinent to have in dealings with MORTALS ). There always seemed wars to be won -- organics were so barbaric, constantly fighting over such trivialities as GOOD AND EVIL, LIGHT AND SHADOW. So narrow-minded they were! It was almost quaint. They would play this game, as it had some repercussions for the REAL WAR, but it seemed little more than a pastime. If it would gain them a temporary vessel ( and it would ), then it was A GAME WORTH PLAYING.
“I have only ever had want for purpose, and never have I had
a famine. This my oaths have given me. All I require is that
my housing is sound. There is a peddler, an unpleasant sort
of fellow. From him I bid thee take my mask, and keep it in a
more secure location. This is my one condition.”
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