They say fate rests in the hands of unseen forces. In their case of the chosen, this was true.
Toys
The Goddesses gathered around the screen and sat comfortably in plush armchairs. Din sipped the tea that was given to her by an ethereal servant, as did her two sisters. She didn't cross her legs daintily like Nayru or flip wild hair from her eyes like Farore.
No, this Goddess was neat and contained, stimulating with power through her veins. And when the time came to unleash, the thrill would be magnificent. Din couldn't wait for such a day, unlike her sisters who craved peace. They didn't understand that harmony could coexist with power. Instead, she was called upon only in the earth's darkest hour.
She pushed the swelling thoughts, and enjoyed the fight about to take place on the screen. She smirked. The opponents didn't move, lifeless in form, standing like statues.
"Well, now," Nayru spoke, "shall we begin?"
Farore nodded. "Let us."
"Bring it on!" Din bellowed heartily, tossing back her teacup. It splattered.
Each breathed life into their pieces. Blue sprinkled Zelda, her eyes snapping open. Green circled Link from the bottom, and he gripped his sword. Red erupted from Ganondorf, and sent his cackling laughter echoing.
READY?
Each Goddess smirked.
BEGIN!