Before we begin the story I would like to inform you of a few things. This story relies heavily on fan theories and speculation that I found to be interesting. If you do not find the theories to be interesting in the slightest then this fanfiction will probably not be for you. But I must ask you refrain from taking away the entertainment of others, if you do not like it then do the adult thing and click away from the page.
On the note of continuity while I will try and keep as close to the games as possible it might slip once or twice for the sake of artistic flavor. Also while I am on that subject, the characters, places, enemies, equipment and villains are all the property of the original game producers. I am merely a puppet master with borrowed puppets. Only a very few specific characters are mine, as they do not exist in the normal games or lore.
Without further ado here is your story!
Tales from a strange man.
A rather thin man, who still had his youth about him, sat down at the counter of Telma's bar. His eyes were heavily slanted and squinted but despite this they were large and could convey a wide variety of emotions. His large toothy grin seemed almost too big for his face. The strangest thing was that no one seemed to notice that he had just entered a few moments ago, it was like he had always been there just over looked until now. He chuckled at the surprised expression of Telma, owner and barkeep of this establishment, as she just realized he had sat down.
Before she could even ask he replied to her unspoken question, "a drink would help my parched throat, but unfortunately I have little coin to speak of, and even less to trade. But what I do have, is a story to tell. Although it has yet to be completed, as long as it is interesting even an unfinished tale should be worth one drink." at the mention of a story the entire bar seemed to quiet down, almost as if on cue. With a quick glance of the entire room, the man smiled his ear to ear toothy grin and sat down upon a table facing the rest of the guests.
"To truly appreciate the story that has yet to be completed, I must first tell you another, one that an old acquaintance of mine put rather well. 'Before time began, before spirits and life existed... Three golden goddesses descended upon the chaos that was Hyrule... Din, the goddess of power... Nayru, the goddess of wisdom... Farore, the goddess of courage... Din... With her strong flaming arms, cultivated the land and created the red earth. Nayru... Poured her wisdom onto the earth and gave the spirit of law to the world. Farore... With her rich soul, produced all life forms who would uphold the law. The three great goddesses, their labors completed, departed for the heavens. And golden sacred triangles remained at the point where the goddesses left the world. Since then, the sacred triangles have become the basis of our world's providence. And, the resting place of the triangles has become the Sacred Realm.' He really could tell that story better than the rest of us... May he rest in peace.
This is the story that all of us Hylians know, we were told it as children, but the story isn't as simple as we are meant to believe. Before the goddesses took leave of the physical world, they left behind not only the Triforce and the spirits of light, but also a lesser deity to watch over the world, to keep an eye on things. The silver god Ordonan, (or-doh-nin) created by their combined power, reigned over the land justly. He was boisterous but somber, proud but humble, vengeful but forgiving, both mask and identity, shadow and light. After much debating the golden goddesses allowed him to create his own piece for the Triforce and his own spirit of light. So he crafted the silver piece that adorned the center, that represented the duality of all things and the balance that must be maintained and the light spirit Ordona, who was charged with maintaining the Ordona province of Hyrule.
While the Goddesses intended for their work to be pure and wished for only good, he knew that balance was the only way the world could become self sufficient. He allowed the world to fall into chaos in order to counter the years of order. Every so often he would reverse the flow and the world would change one way or the other. But the severity was lessening, he was actively slowing down the swinging of the pendulum to allow for an eventual equilibrium. But his plans for balance were reduced to nothing when the golden goddesses saw the chaos.
The golden goddesses mistook the chaos and corruption that he sowed and branded him a traitor and usurper. They bound him and stripped him of his powers, refusing to listen to his pleas. They decided to split his power by thirds to regain the power they 'wasted' on him. Din as the most eager, went first. She drained his power but seeing fit to punish him more, solidified it into a corporeal form to wave in his face before absorbing it. She formed it into a small square board of strong and powerfully magical red oak. Farore was next and agreeing with Din she too decided to create a physical representation of his power to allow him to watch. She formed an ovular shape of pure white ivory. Nayru was last and too drained him of his power, and with this power decided to create a realm that would serve as his prison, as final punishment. With his power drained his great form diminished, his strong silver body was replaced by that of a pitifully scrawny and weak Hylian man.
With his power, courage and wisdom drained from him he was but a nearly insane shell of his former self. Although his power was drained from him he still retained some magic. With an enraged snap of his fingers, using up the last of his strength, and the crystallized forms of his power the red oak board and the ivory panel disappeared. Scattered across the world and hidden from view, the two pieces of his power that remained, were lost to the goddesses. Their fury with him redoubled and instead of being sealed away for all eternity alone and forgotten, instead he would wander the world forever to recover the power he stole from them. Nayru being the wisest decided to seal away the last bit of his power that remained. The Triforce's center piece was extracted from the rest and placed inside of the realm meant for him, just in case he would be daring enough to enter the sacred realm use its power in revenge.
So that is the story of how the world became, truly, balanced but at the most terrible of costs. It is a story that has fallen into obscurity since the time of the interlopers. It was removed from history and is for-bayed from being told because many think that the goddesses made the world perfect... but... something beyond their control, some cosmic evil tried to ruin the world. But believe what you want to believe, just keep in mind that with out these events, the story I wish to tell you wouldn't only be unfinished, it would have never even begun."