The three wielders of the Triforce are each wrapped in tragedy of unfathomable depth. For the most part, they appear as any other beings, but there are times when their mortality cracks, when the memory of younger days bleeds from their outlines; in these times they seem strange, unknowable, even monstrous. They are each of them an amalgam of cosmic horrors. They’re demigods – not kinda demigods, not basically demigods – they are demigods. Particularly in the case of Zelda and Ganondorf, who are the heirs of the goddess Hylia and the demon Demise, respectively. They are alien to all who live in Hyrule – they are familiar to the realm, but foreign to the mortals, for they are verily foreign to the concept of mortality. They three are very, very old. They hide it well, from the world and from themselves, but there are times when their age seeps through. It is terrifying. They are terrifying. And Hyrule breathes a sigh of relief that they are always fighting each other, rather than destroying the world.
