Nabooru's Journal Day 1
For nearly one hundred years now the sun has been setting over Hyrule and there seems no respite from the trauma it has caused our land. How strange is that not day, not night just sunset? Perpetual sunset, with no end in sight. Life as we know it is dying. It's more than the lasting effects of years without night, those who can sense it, like me, know that the setting sun is just another symptom of a greater cause. A much more sinister cause.
The world is dying, it has been for some time now. The forces that once held Hyrule together are now failing. It is as though the gods themselves have forsaken us or are dying as well.
I will no longer suffer to see my people tormented like this. The rivers are running dry. The plants are dead or dying. Rain seldom falls and when it does it is fierce and relentless tearing apart this fragile place. The forces of magic are fading into the ether and the ether is fading into the void. This is truly the end of Hyrule. And my people will not be here to end with it. Like the Shiekah from the days of old and the ancient Hylians before them, we will leave this place to die.
I finally managed to convince the elders to see reason. This would have been managed sooner if I was made an elder, as is my right! But I have managed so far without being among them and I will manage my tribe's fate as best I can now. The elders have agreed with my plea to exile our people from this land. We will journey out of this dying place until we find somewhere where the sun will rise on a new bright future. Or set on us once and for all.