When I first awoke, her voice called out to me but I understood nothing of what she was trying to explain. Her words were muffled, my mind and body no longer used to consciousness after my deep slumber. Slowly, her voice came into focus and I heard my name.
"-k….-yck…..Lyck, open your eyes. Wake up, Lyck." I sat up with a jolt of energy, eyes wide as I scanned the dim room I awoke in. Mysterious liquid dripped from my hair and down my skin as I stared at the cave walls surrounding me, the rocky surface veined with blue, pulsing light, revealing nothing more than an odd pedestal and a sealed doorway. Where am I? I don't know this place. Last I remember, I was… My eyebrows pinched together as the thumping of a growing headache clouded my thoughts. I couldn't remember anything… The more I tried to focus on the shred of a memory, the sharper the pain grew. I mentally grabbed at a distant memory and grimaced as an excruciating jolt of pain exploded behind my eyes, causing me to grab my head and hiss in pain.
"Lyck, please, I need you to listen," her voice called again, gently and coaxing. It sounded familiar, my headache ebbing away as I focused on her voice instead of my fleeting memories. "Walk over to the pedestal," she said, and I slowly twisted so my legs were hanging over the edge of the raised platform I had been lying on. As my feet touched the floor and I put my full weight on my legs, they gave out and I crumpled to the floor.
"Lyck!" The voice sounded concerned as I groaned slightly, pulling myself back up from the ground. "Please, be careful...It has been a long time since you have moved," she cautioned. I took a deep breath and slowly made my way over to the pedestal, tripping once or twice as I got used to walking again and as the numbness in my legs faded away. The room was foggy, and as I approached the pedestal I began to make out the form of a palm-sized device fitted into the top of the pedestal. Suddenly it lit up bright blue, matching the walls, and the stone twisted within it until the device was propped up.
"That is a Sheikah Slate," the voice explained. "Take it. It will help guide you after your long slumber." Cautiously, I grabbed the sheikah slate, as she called it, and held it up. It lit up with a soft shime, and that sound made me feel a sense of familiarity. Before I could explore the device further, the sealed doors began to open up, shaking the whole chamber. Peeking my head out of the doorway, I tucked the sheikah slate into the waistband of my undergarments and stepped into the second chamber.
It was more spacious than the first, littered with chests and crates and lined with blue torches on either side. Opening the chests, I was relieved to find an old pair of trousers and a musty shirt. Not the cleanest, but at least it was something to wear instead of having to walk around in only my undergarments. I buckled the trousers into place and pulled the shirt over my head, hooking the sheikah slate onto the belt that held the trousers up. Walking down the ramp, I spotted another pedestal and a similar sealed pedestal, much like the first one, lit up as I walked up to it.
"Hold the Sheikah Slate up to the pedestal, that will show you the way" the voice coaxed, breaking her lengthy silence and causing me to jump. I thought I heard a suppressed laugh, and I narrowed my eyes as I did as she told me to. The pedestal flashed as it seemed to scan the sheikah slate, chiming that familiar chime once again. After a moment's pause, the chamber rumbled and the sealed doors opened, allowing a blinding light to leak in. Shielding my eyes, I stepped towards the doorway.
"Lyck...you are the light -our light- that must shine upon Hyrule once again." I blinked against the light as my eyes finally adjusted, the smell of fresh air and wet grass surrounded me. "Now, go." I took a step forward, as if I were under her command, then another until I was running towards the source of the light. It felt like my blood was replaced with that blue light, pulsing and flowing through me as I propelled forward.
I had burst out of the cave and kept running, only skidding to a stop as I came to the edge of a cliff. The sounds of chirping birds and rushing wind overwhelmed me as I scanned the landscape, my eyes watering as if I had finally come home after being gone for far too long. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, chest heaving with the effort it took to get my aching body out of the cave, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted some movement. Walking down that hillside, I met the Old Man and that is where my journey began.
That is, also, where it ended.