I do not own Legend of Zelda. Just this interpretation.
Though I think it fair to let you know: I've decided to make the Goddesses speak in contemporary vernacular. It might come off a little oddly at first, but I wanted readers to be able to understand them on a more intimate level. I was afraid their personalities would not be as apparent if I wrote them more formally. Hopefully you agree with me and will be intrigued and entertained.
Before time began, before spirits and life existed…
Din, the ... of power…
Nayru, the ... of Wisdom…
Farore, the ... of courage…
Three golden ... descended upon the chaos that was Hyrule.
Din
With … strong flaming arms, … cultivated the land and created the red earth.
Nayru
Poured … wisdom onto the earth and gave the spirit of law to the world.
Farore
With … rich soul produced all life forms who would uphold the law.
The three great ..., their labors completed, departed for the heavens.
And golden sacred triangles remained at the point where the ... 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.
Before time began, before spirits and life existed…
In the space between spaces, the realm of nothing and everything, where light and darkness were a concept explored and manipulated, three beings raced. Glowing entities cast the noise that only echoed if one willed it, cast the only light for one who desired shadows, and left the only method of touch if one so believed in it. It just so happened, these three did.
Din, the ... of power…
A form with little form blazed through the space. A long core that held everything together, a sphere on top for observation and awareness and four extensions of spirit. A single ray of light, the color recognized by English language as red, reached out through the darkness manipulated. The ray touched another collection of light.
"Tag, you're it!" the musical language taunted.
Nayru, the ... of Wisdom…
The second collection of a slower speed whirled at the contact. It burned brighter blue yet with the positive emotion of glee. The entity of Red burst with its laughter.
"Haha, catch me if you can!"
An accumulation of energy gathered within propelled him forward. The usually silent brother did not chase after. One extension reached out to the speeding red blur. "Sister, wait!"
A great thunderous clap echoed. A rift from the space between spaces slashed through, allowing an opening into another realm.
"Ow… shytes, what gives?"
Farore, the ... of courage…
There was a third entity, one that had been preparing for its own escape, but stopped at seeing the new doorway. A green twinkle gave away a sigh. Reluctantly the third spirit flew through the glimmering opening after the brother.
"Oh smooth going, Din."
"Shut up, Farore!"
The blue glided smoothly through the opening, casting cursory and curious glances about this new universe of self-perpetuating light, darkness, and materiality. Drifting clouds of questionable matter, lovely pinpricks of light against the ebony backdrop, and a single white star in close proximity greeted the three visiting spirits on their entrance. What was this realm?
Three golden ... descended upon the chaos that was Hyrule.
"Oh crud, I ripped through the dimensions again, didn't I?"
"Again?" The green whirled to meet the sister's red evenly. "When else did you do this?"
"Oh look!" The spirit brightened at the discovery. "Undefined matter of potential!"
And the energy zoomed into the cloud.
"Din!"
Din
Din zoomed among swirling paths of the shapeless cloud, coming around the bright star that shone through the dark great space around them. Particles passed through the formless entity with relish and anticipation, stirring the celestial urges and desires budding within the spirit. Quickly the microscopic matter drew together to form larger masses. Two of the long extensions spread out to capture and draw in the invisible bases, the shapeless formless matter that would give energy to sustain the creation.
"Din, don't even think about it!" Farore warned.
The energy twirled deep into obscurity under the center of the cloud and slowed to a stop with the encouraged cravings. The red light emitted glowed and dimmed to a barely visible twinkle- a breath.
"She will do it." Nayru said softly.
The green energy flickered in affirmative.
The twinkle exploded. A mass of rocketing temperature, crushing energy, and blinding light swelled into the cold pocket of black to demolish and consume all the potential material in its path. Clouds of minerals under assault changed their pathless course and squeezed into the attraction of the instigator within the sluggishly forming metallic sphere, and lashing whips of fire unfurled from the explosion. The devouring dragons of pyre that threatened to escape into the cold reaches of space slowed and ceased their banquet. For a moment the frozen volleys merely flickered and struck aimlessly from the thin thermal sheet so far from the metal core, frustrated with the invisible chains that prevented their escape. A single powerful yank on those chains reined their thirst enough to be sucked back the white and yellow efflorescence into a more controlled array to surround the forged anchor.
The free and formless collapsed and condensed into a thick scorching liquid fire, spinning and turning in accordance to the movements of the energy now hidden by this light. The product of fervor increased with waves of power released from the red spirit. Each powerful beat of legs resonated through the iron and nickel, each twirl of body set the perpetual gyration of the great mass of material to follow, each fling of arms directed the undercurrents of the magma, and each hot eruption of laughter burrowed up to the freedom of the surface in scorching ruptures. The surface darkened into a black craggy crust, and it was not until the rocks had become more prominent that Din finally slowed the ritual to a stop. The last bit of energy assisted to the burrowing through the gabbro, diotrite, and granite to the surface.
With … strong flaming arms, … cultivated the land and created the red earth.
Green Farore glowed angrily at the infuriating antics, even as the dance ended and Din burrowed through the molten material of the ridged new planet to reach the surface. Honestly, every time!
The dripping magma and solidified rocks remained to create a dripping echo of the spirit vessel, the form only taken after an act of creation. Obsidian and charcoal, the darkest shades of the earth just created, with thick powerful limbs, and extensions from the slender core cracked along crevices for movement. Spaces of the mouth and eyes broke through the exterior shell, and glowed threateningly with the molten fire burning within.
Din let out an obnoxious sigh of exhaustion and fell back. The impact of the weighty body shook the hot and burning newborn planet.
"That was amazing. Exhausting, but amazing."
Farore and Nayru descended into the clear shimmers of heat and erupting gas and steam of the yellow-orange and black planet. Farore flew down and scowled at the lying form. This form remained usually for a century or so, to give time for a brother Deity to continue the creation. Farore had no intention of giving the form a reason to remain, and instead stayed aloft, glaring accusingly at the mafic oceans and felsic rivers.
"Maybe if you stopped creating useless planets every other millennium you would be more rested."
Din looked up at her innocently, despite the lack of spirit visible through the white glow. The only defense offered made Farore glare that much stronger.
"But it's fun…"
"It's irresponsible."
The glowing mouth spread into a cracking lascivious grin. "Come on Farore, let loose a little, be a Goddess." The rock head tossed to the side, letting loose a few droplets of lava from the cracks. "It's so much fun."
As the entities bickered, the third and smallest sibling touched the ocean fire floor. The moment energy made contact; a blue sparkle twinkled in a tiny gasp.
Farore turned, the voice of the Entity so rare it caught attention, no matter how soft.
"Nayru? What is it?"
Din sat up suddenly and watched the blue sparkle warily. The collection of light sensed about, and realized the full extent of this budding planet: the potential, the needs, and the dangers that threatened this treasure. Slowly the spirit rose from the surface of black earth, into the close reaches of space, where the gasses and steams and heat were escaping to leave the planet behind and barren for good.
Nayru
Extensions of the spirit being reached into the black abyss. Two branches of light entwined and the blue drop of power within increased as the golden spirit brightened. Slowly, the extensions blossomed to reveal a tiny shining marble. The golden form dissolved into sparkling glimmers that rivaled the stars. Each glittering point swirled around the white light, constricting and brightening until it was nearly blinding. The blue light emitted glowed and dimmed- a breath.
"Nayru stop!" Farore cried.
-And the orb disappeared.
Shimmering white exploded high above the land in a radial wave. The expanding ring softened the abyss of black into navy. The gasses bounced, darted, and churned from the intensified heat along the new barrier now blocking their escape. Nayru was nowhere in sight. There was no light signaling location, though both entities could sense the spirit's power all around, so there was no sense of panic. Except from Farore. Anything could go wrong in the course of a second. Farore raked the burning mantle as the ring lowered over the horizon.
Where is she?
A chorus of sweet beauty, an ethereal instrument to carry across the leagues and acres with the sound that was the embodiment of Nayru's power, echoed through the racing mantle enfolding the toxic and rupturing planet. The celestial sisters turned their attention to the stars as the resonating medium compelled attention, respect, awe and… another state of being they could not identify, something unlike anything they felt before. Only the invisible Nayru could put a name to this stirring emotion.
This emotion felt for this rough and dangerous newborn planet that made Nayru want to cradle it, protect it, nurture it, and treasure it was different from what she felt for Din and Farore, but was love nonetheless. It was alien in the reasons and the new reactions of the heart it stirred: the pure joys in the despair, the grieving in the rapture, the treasure of anger and value of fear. The song soared for this strange bluster within, to share and to release. The clarion melody, soft through the harsh gaseous smoke of the planet, persuaded and contorted the steam to form gentle tears, and the strong rumble of thunder. The Entities translated the code of her song easily: each note a guide, each flat a rule, each sharp, a consequence. Each dissonance was a warning. Each harmony, a hope. But the knowledge of such ideas was useless in the barren world Din had created. All three knew this, two questioned it, and one condemned it. But Nayru was still nowhere to be found.
"Nayru?"
"Down here," Din informed.
The green light sought, and glinted with identification at the spiritual signal, while Din watched the collecting form with fascination. From beside the stone and magmatic Titan, the steam from the drenched planet collected into a shape. At first only a vague frame, but slowly morphing-no, condensing- into an identifiable form of creation similar to Din's. Except that this weak semblance was white and free and stirring from the tears. The unstable currents of the planet seemed to reflect within Nayru, for slivers of water churned and traveled around the internal pull of the Gift. The blue fire of power shone through the clear mist and water. Two almond-shaped openings glowed with blue for sight.
Poured … wisdom onto the earth and gave the spirit of law to the world.
Farore gawked at the taken form of creation.
"Nayru, why?"
The wisest of the three pulled the mists of the glowing eyes together and blinked. The light of the Gift brightened dimly in an expression of tired joy.
"They cry for life."
No one made a signal, sound, or movement as Farore stilled at the news. Din, the often passionate and foolhardy and impulsive sibling's creation… was a call for life? But, Din was the least likely out of them all to actually want life. Farore turned to the silent Titan with the sensation of speaking to a stranger.
"Din? You truly wanted…"
The glow of magma glanced over to the pair and looked to the rocks beneath the flat of the stone hands. The glow of fire from the core was significantly lowered, though no where near gone completely. The movement was slight, but neither sibling missed the movement of the hot fingers- the quietest caress.
"I'm just a little yearning. Must have come through in my creation."
"For how long?"
Din shrugged. "A while now."
"Nayru? You too?"
Nayru was silent for a moment. That was enough. The Entity pleaded to the only remaining virgin spirit standing among them now.
"We can't do this without you, Farore."
It seemed Farore was not as aware of the two spirits as before. The golden spirit did not touch down to follow the request. Din did not need to look to feel the silent fury.
"Knew you'd be angry."
Of course Farore was angry. The spirit felt shoved aside and shut out, for neither of them had even hinted before that they wanted to create. Farore was furious actually. No, they could not discuss and come to a consensus first, they had to follow Din's stupid mistake to drag the two others into a ring of creation that Farore was now trapped in.
"You don't have to if you don't want to." Din offered.
"Blast it all Din!" a great mountain that had been close by exploded at the powerful curse from the imaginary lips. It obliterated into tiny particles that could not even be called rocks and rained over a great majority of the land. "You can't just go-"
"Hey!" The Titan smiled up and collected a bit of the grounded earth and examined it. "We can use this!" The dust flit through the black fingers and Din waved. "Thanks Farore!"
The stunned spirit blinked, and realized it was all already lost.
"Argh!"
Bitterly Farore looked about the planet, trying to find some semblance of affections, of longing and desire. But try as Farore might, there was no inspiration at all. No passion, no anticipation. All the defeated spirit could find within was fury, resignation, and anxiety.
"Sister."
Farore's light instantly honed in on Nayru as the white effervescence approached. The condensing hand gently touched the shadow shoulder.
"You do not need to fear yourself. The only reason you do not know how is because you are holding yourself back. Let your feelings carry forth, they will guide you."
"Is that what this is all about?" Din had to inquire. "You should have said something; I'd have helped you get in the mood." Farore kept a dry and not amused light as the now rested Titan stood from the floor and ambled over. "And here I thought you were just furious at me."
"I am furious at you." Farore spat and backed off from them both, the tone growing defensive. "Exactly what am I supposed to do? So many things go into account- so many things could go wrong. I have the most difficult job and I don't even know where to start."
"Then we'll do it again."
The deceptive simplicity of the statement caught Farore off guard. "…You wouldn't mind?"
"Nah." Din shrugged. "I've gotten the hang of this thing now. Took a few tries, but I'm pretty sure I can recreate it by now."
So the useless planets were practice, failed attempts. Farore did feel a little guilty now. Din misinterpreted Farore's silence.
"I could reach in and turn you on if you want."
"No-" Farore flashed indignantly. "Don't touch me. I'll do it myself thanks."
The spirit looked around again, silently pondering. Well, this time was to come sooner or later. They could not be so carefree for all of eternity. After all, they were given the power of creation, in the eventual goal to give birth, and guide. It seemed that the time had come for them to no longer be Entities, and to instead become Deities. Farore was going to miss their childhood.
The moment the bottom extensions touched the soil, the inner essence felt the pull; the overwhelming urge to create. It was no wonder Nayru could not resist. Din's desire was strong, and could not be ignored. Already the Gift's power was beginning to stir and form. Farore could sense it, the perfect materials and spirit to create life, and wondered briefly how many of Din's creations have this same make-up? The formed brethren watched as the final celestial spirit stepped out into the steaming gentle rain and cooling planet to take turn.
Farore
Green energy collected and entwined deep inside. The green light glowed and dimmed- a breath. The spirit skipped forward, and set to work.
Din frowned. "And here I was expecting a climactic explosion."
Nayru shushed the unwanted commentator.
Farore traveled and scoped and integrated and thought and planned and experimented and mapped and tested. The spirit flew high up Din's mountains, and skimmed the surface of Nayru's seas, searching all around for ideas, a clue, and inspiration- anything at all to give benefit to this empty world.
But there was nothing. No matter where the search led, Farore could not find the Gift within. The only thing mentionable was the fact that this planet was very hard, and rather bland with color. With continuous lack of insight, intuition, or even imagination, the lonely creative spirit felt more and more helpless. Farore could not even find the courage to face the formed siblings with the failure of even attempting. So the spirit sat and thought.
Was it merely because there had not been yearning to create like with the other two? Or maybe it was merely because there were no special attributes. There was no passion and power like Din's, or beauty and wisdom like Nayru's. Usually this was not an issue; Farore merely enjoyed watching and clapping along. Hesitantly, the essentially formless spirit brought the phantom hands up in front and clapped twice. Nothing. Well it was worth a shot.
Din's fire oceans and Nayru's water seas splashed and harmonized against each other upon the red land. It was dark, for the light from the great star that had been next to them could not penetrate the clouds. The new endless expanse of murky gray clouds imperceptibly swirled in its haze by the rain, trapped now thanks to the Mercy of Nayru's Dome. The steam burst and plumed to the heavens in their rebellious crescendo. The bountiful drops of water drummed upon the endless rock with a heavy stacato, teased the raging fires to urge the occasional whistle of the steam, and played the crystalline tone of the sea's surface.
Even their creations created such beautiful music. Farore rose, and looked around, afraid a perpetrator might catch the planned antics. Yes, it was probably wiser to report failure first, but why could this third and final spirit not try to enjoy this planet like they? The curious spirit neared a plume of steam and let the golden essence reach out to sense it.
The steam went through the phantom hand. Dissatisfied, the spirit looked around, and gathered a few loose rocks to collect into a glove. It almost appeared similar to Din's vessel of creation. The hard extension diverted the hot billowing steam from its straight path into two branches. The rock hand lowered and altered the pitch as the resistance neared the opening of the ground tube. When it closed the entrance completely, Farore could hear and feel the rushing air rumble in the tunnel. The stone hand released it and the booming puff of smoke exploded to the clouds. There was another tunnel, one smaller and narrower. The stream of smoke was weaker and of slightly different pitch than the last. The musically inclined Entity collected more pebbles and rocks and boulders to create a second glove, and played with both at once, creating a rhythm with the varying pitches. Then the rock ground itself came into play and Farore added the drum beats to accompany the wind instruments. Until one of the rock hands broke off as the Musician pounded the vent again.
If the golden essence that made up the spirit's anatomy actually had skin, it would have blinked. As it was, the paused Musician stared at the new stub of an extension and rock hand now blocking the vent. Oops. Farore shrugged. Already bored and curious for more, Farore's shadow eyes caught the glowing river of fire some distance away. The second glove and bits of earth scattered back to the land before the spirit rose and glided along.
Meanwhile, two other Entities grew impatient.
"What's taking so long?" Din grumped.
"This task needs time," the placating Nayru soothed, "do not rush it."
"Hmph, I don't even feel any different. At this rate we'll change back before Farore even makes a first move." Determinedly Din stood. "I'm going to go see."
"Din…"
"Relax, I won't rush it. I'll just see what's up to, that's all." And give dear sister the evil eye until she hurries up. "Now let's go."
Curious Farore followed the yellow and red to find the source of the river. It was a great mound of stone- a mountain with several holes and openings from where the lava flowed. Farore glided to one of the bigger holes and knelt by the lava to peek through. The great mass was bright and the heat rose and swirled above it. It bubbled from the noxious gas escaping from the source, with no apparent pattern but a staccato beat nonetheless. Again, musicality must be inherited. The spirit flicked a loose pebble into the hole and watched as it fell into the thick substance. The sound was tiny and insubstantial; lost within the waves of internal rumbling and bubbling. Not satisfied, the Entity turned and did the same thing, though this time let the gravel roll down the mountain surface, watching and hearing its progress until it reached the bottom. Farore did this several times, though varied the sizes, just to see how they behaved compared to one another. Naturally the sound they made differed, but was still somehow always the same tempo.
Down below, the strange liquid and young rough shore of sharp rock lapped up against each other. With curiosity, Farore glided down the mountain slope to reach the shore once more. What was under there?
Din and Nayru arrived in time to watch their sibling slide under the rippling waves.
"Hey, there she goes-"
"Din," Nayru murmured in awe, "Look."
The Entity did, and was not disappointed, for as the Titan of the Earth looked about, light faintly glowed from the young land. The first glow came from a vent spurting from the rock. It was no longer releasing any gas, as though there were a giant plug blocking the opening. There was a foreign rumble, an unnatural friction and movement from the largest tunnel. There was literally a grunt of agitation as whatever was in there became frustrated at the tightened space. The Entities watched in rapture as the rumble and shimmering glow became more pronounced.
The mysterious mass rocketed through the surface and burst into the current of released steam and gas. After a moment of riding in the fountain of hot air, the beast unfurled in time to drop out of the current and fall flat onto the volcanic ground. The swirling mist that was Nayru's head tilted with curiosity. Why had the flying creature suddenly fallen flat to the floor?
"It must be the force I used to hold this planet together." Din surmised and tapped a stone finger to a rock chin. "Apparently it affects living things too. I think I shall call this force: Fallflatter."
Nayru nodded, for it was a good name.
The beast rose to its huge muscled feet and Nayru wondered how it came to be such a strange shape, with its long and narrow neck but huge round body and thick but long tail. Then noticed that the vent was larger than the hole first appeared to be. The now broken vent revealed a great bowl that tunneled off and shrunk in an uneven structure. It seemed this place was full of imperfections.
"Your planet is crude." Nayru realized softly, though held a shimmering hand over the rippling mouth as though speaking blasphemy.
"It most certainly it not!" Din cried in affronted anger, as though confronted with blasphemy. "Take a good look for yourself."
Confused, skeptical, a little wary, Nayru condensed by the now broken stone tunnel and peered within, only vaguely acknowledging the beast now leering at the enclosed proximity. At first it appeared just as said: crude.
But Nayru took the effort to scrutinize a little harder, examine a little more closely, and slowly the more accurate picture formed. The tunnel was rough and snaking, but as the celestial sight traveled deeper, the Spirit of Water saw the emerging pattern of swell to neck to swell to neck of the tunnel, and how it came to join at the base with other similar tunnels to travel deeper, and how it joined yet again with other tunnels by a similar way set by some unwritten law. Peering into the rock and stone itself, Nayru quickly discerned the similar patterns of texture upon the similar rock, and in turn the patterns within the textures.
"…I see this was formed with great care."
"Of course, otherwise everything would fall apart." Din huffed, as though it were obvious. "Kinda like your creation."
The swirl of vapor that served as a head tilted to the side once more. "How do you mean?"
"Look at it! It's not doing anything but changing the color, and it won't hold the shape to its own form. I think you might have messed up on your first try."
Here, Nayru had looked away, but the innocent gesture had been enough. Din looked to the sea and the platter of rain with newfound suspicion. The Titan looked more closely, and gaped. Each perfect round drop tapped the invincible land in steady succession, one by one, drop by drop until it weakened the top most layers of the sharp building blocks of this earth, and dissolved them away with the disguised bombardment. It was so slow, so gentle and so discreet it had gone unnoticed by even Din's celestial eyes.
"You're changing my planet!"
"It was a little rough around the edges." Nayru placated. "I was just polishing it up for you."
"You could have asked!"
"You would never have agreed to it."
Din looked down at the physical vessel of creation then, and saw it was no longer steaming with primordial heat thanks to the cooling effects of the rain.
"Sneak."
Nayru's Gift flickered in genuine hurt. "You wound me, sister."
"You go behind my back."
"True."
How different this all was. It truly was a separate world under this clear barrier. Dark and murky, with varying shades of green and brown, but most curious of all was the movement within the water. It was a turbulent storm, one visible due to foreign specks, white and black alike, swirling and churning through the water as Farore phased further along. What were they? The spirit reached out in an attempt to capture them, and the essence body changed to accommodate the desire, congealing over in a case of smooth membrane in order to hold onto the material, but as the Entity quickly found, the ever turbulent storm was too fine to grasp, the black dust brushing and stinging the new skin while the white bubbles passed over with little disturbance.
Farore's movement at first felt slowed and arduous, but soon enough learned how to manipulate the body to fly underwater as easily as the essence had glided through the air, but with more thrill and fascination, thanks to the satisfaction of hard work. The thick powerful tail and extended wings of skin proved difficult to master, but essential to accommodate. Through trial and error, the newborn sea creature turned and flipped, and darted about the vast expanse free for the taking.
At one point Farore rushed to the surface, because the storm above felt as though it was no longer raging. The novice swimmer did not realize the gathered speed and momentum and with surprised shock broke the surface and soared high through the air. The formed creature blinked up at the clouds as the body hovered in its arced journey. As Farore realized quickly: this body could not actually float. The unexpected pull of fallflatter made the trip clumsy and the creature squeaked as the water splashed on impact. The stunned victim blinked for a moment within the white billows of the splash and looked back up. Hey, that was fun…
The creature zipped back down into the depths, curled the body for a moment, before launching through the water, willing the body to move faster for the surface. Again Farore soared into the thrilling chills of air, made cold against the water on the skin. This time the sea creature entered head first in expectancy, and held out the winged arms, palms flat, to break the water surface before impact. Soon the novice swimmer was whooping and shouting with laughter with each jump through the seas. It was not long before Farore became a very graceful diver. At least, the best diver this planet had ever seen.
However, the workings of this new body experienced a new sensation: exhaustion. The Entity rested, reveling in the soreness of the limbs, the ache of the gills and body, and the all-around laziness the body now demanded. Easily, Farore held still to be lost within the comforting and protective embrace of Nayru's creation. After a few moments of stillness, there were more sounds. Even they were different- distorted and warped by this water, most not recognizable. There was one in particular that was bothersome. It felt both unfamiliar, and very far. Was there something over there? The sea creature moved again, slower this time, and flew further and further off to find out.
The Deities turned their attention suddenly as the first creation to emerge from their world released a stream of fire that built into his system while under the surface. The glowing ruby eyes honed in on the two figures and finally stood on all four of its supporting legs. It stomped toward the pair, shaking the earth with each tremendous step. With a deep breath it reared its head back as it roared across the land.
"Oh, it's so cute!" Din gushed.
It lashed its head forward and snapped at the stone foot.
"Oh, look at him." Din patted his nose. "You're such a big strong boy aren't you?"
The swirl of vapor tilted again. "I wonder where this aggression comes from…"
By now, the snapping beast stopped his ankle biting and merely looked up at the massive Titan petting him.
"There, you see? That's not so hard, is it?" Din chided.
But the siblings already looked to where another disturbance was rumbling. Small, tiny boulders shook along the lava rivers and near the water. Pulled by fascination and curiosity, Nayru condensed near, and the trembling increased.
"What's this now?"
Din knelt to observe the shaking rocks. They all varied in size, but were all a light beige that stood out from the dark rock they rested on. The scarlet red creature stomped once, and the rocks popped open to reveal their little arms and legs. There were a select few that seemed to differ from the rest: missing an arm, or leg, or just very small when compared to their brethren. They cried out in fear and started running, scattering as fast as their bulky little bodies would go.
Deep within the sea, Farore swam through the waters to follow to the source of the strange noise, and looked around to see the floating bits of gravel and ash swirling in the water, but even that was not enough to warn of the increasingly powerful current. The water pulled closer to the strange noise. It rumbled louder and louder as the sea creature swam along in the waters, wanting to approach the end of this increasing turbulence faster. What was at the end? Was it the changing colors? Just this water that was once so dark and nearly blue that was now bubbling and white? Farore changed direction, going up instead of forward in order to see, but the waters were determined to pull along and slowed the ascent, even as Farore pumped the tired tailfin as fast as it would go.
In a rush of thunder and spray the swimmer broke the surface at an unusual angle and torpedoed forward instead of up through the thunder. With a great erupting spray Farore leaped high over the slithering and frothing white. For a moment time slowed. The white waters poured over a massive arced ridge into a great seething bowl of turbulence below and the mysterious roar, now so much clearer and more distant, was the sound of the heavy water crashing into the floor below.
The smooth body arched in preparation to fly as it threatened to sail alongside the falling river. Of course, as the great celestial Entity had momentarily forgotten, the usual power of flight was nowhere to be found. Well, drat.
The green body went rigid as the force of fallflatter hooked about and pulled. Bigger, the body needed to be bigger- Farore tumbled and her arms flew out as the yanking force pulled to the base of tumbling water. No, not bigger, wider to catch the moving air, the uplifting mix of noxious gas of the earth and water that even now fractionally cushioned the fall- She somersaulted and turned. If only the arm fins were stronger, wider, longer-
The arms snapped straight as the body shrunk, the long thick tail wavered and snapped off with a sprinkle of red pumping fluid into the water below for favor of smaller, lightweight legs to fold and curl against the body. The fins grew along the arms and sealed to the body, instantly catching the air like Farore suspected. The new wings flew forward instead of down, and remained extended during the search for calmer waters to land in. It was fortune when Farore also spotted a protruding mountain. The ledges were narrow, rough, and difficult to land on, but a relief nonetheless. Another wave of exhaustion had the newly changed creature slumped against the cold sharp black rock of the outcropping.
"Well those are fascinating little things." Din Copied Nayru's movement of curiosity.
The scarlet beast started after the shrieking creatures, snapping and stomping away, dominant in its pursuit. Nayru looked to the Titan.
"You will not stop them?"
Din shrugged. "I wanna see what happens."
And so they watched in bemusement as the running creatures scurried further away. The ones that were missing limbs, or were significantly smaller than their counterparts fell further and further behind in the chase. The stomping scarlet creature lashed about and finally caught one of the slower running ones with his jaws. Nayru felt slight consternation when he flung back his head to swallow the tiny round creature, and then pursue for another.
"Din, I think you should stop him."
"Why?"
"Because I am sure Farore will be upset to find her creations devoured in such a way."
"Why should I, if you're the one concerned?"
"I have no physical form."
"Oh fine."
As Nayru looked back to the scene, the second prey was swallowed and gone already, with the hunter climbing up the mountain to find more. Din's hand reached out and clamped around the beast's body to halt him.
"Alright, you stop that now until Farore gets back and she tells us what exactly we're to do with you. Figures that she finally makes something without so much as some instruction. Where the heck is she?"
The Entity herself was quite content with just laying back a while, looking up at the cascading wall of spray. She had decided to aptly name it: waterfall. The water fall was actually a bowl all around her, creating a wall of spraying and misting in the half dark. The clouds seemed to be calming and thinning, letting some more light from the great star shine through.
How might this world look if cast in full light? Well, I could let my own essence shine through and see.
But that would have meant having to shed this body to release the illuminating essence underneath, and Farore did not wish to do such a thing just yet. How odd. Here was the vessel of creation, yet the fun loving and wayward spirit had not created a thing. How to explain such a thing to the others?
It was with thought for the celestials that had Farore resign it was time to leave. The spirit had indulged in amusement and kept them waiting far more than long enough. They had probably even reverted back by now. With a mixture of purpose, dread, and shame, the Entity stood, turned, and started to climb up the mountain slope to reach the top.
Now, exactly how could the body be manipulated this time? The Entity looked to the haphazard wings, and already knew that they were good for guiding a fall, but not much else. Farore had to reach higher then, high enough to overtake the waterfall and soar over the seas to reach back to the siblings. Well, first thing to do was to overcome this strange force that pulled this weighty body down in the first place. Probably… it needed to be smaller. Smaller and… lighter. The vessel shrunk further in size, until it seemed acceptable. The changing spirit began with shaving off weight from the inside out, hollowing the hard sturdy frame, one of the heaviest things of matter inside this body. It was more fragile now than before, but inarguably lighter and easier to lift. And the gliding wings, they needed to be separate in order to control more easily. This was not as easy as sealing them, but with just a slight effort the elongated fins ripped from the sides, spilling the blood onto the rock and water. The skin now freely hanging shriveled to become thinner, and looking down, Farore realized the legs could be lost too, since they were not necessary for flight. Slowly they bent and became skinny as the muscles slithered under the skin from the useless legs to the torso, where the effort would truly be needed. Though the Entity was wise enough to stop before making them disappear completely. Well, Farore would need something to land on after all. It did not change the fact that the spirit vessel now resembled a ball with over sized fins, but appearances were not important right now.
Still, even after all the work of the transformation, the spirit's Gift pulsing within hinted that there was something missing, some factor that eluded conscious knowledge. The skin chilled in the mist of the dark air as Farore looked to the sky. The invisible gasses swirled by the friction of the waterfall around the single knobby rock. Of course, it was the cushion of these gasses that had assisted the wings in the first place. Experimentally the wings flapped once to feel, but the air was thin and weak, and even doing several strong thrusts was barely enough to raise the body more than an inch or so before lowering again.
Maybe it was not that the air was too weak. Maybe this body just did not know how to catch what little there was. Something to change, to catch it… The body shivered in the misty cold, and it instantly covered itself in downy fluff to keep warm. Farore flapped again, feeling the pull of air on the little feathers, and pumped harder, willing some of the feathers to lengthen and curve. The spirit vessel needed an extra push, something to give just enough power to hoist the body up…
Farore flapped, this time finding the odd attributes of the Gift to form pockets burrowed under the muscle packed around the torso for extra power. As the wings flapped more fervently, Farore took a deep breath to blow against the mountain top. The whoosh of the old air mixed with new sent the light body shooting high to the air. The tiny soft feathers stiffened like scales and grew long over the working body. The spirit released another puff of air for an extra push as the feathers on the reconstructed arms sprouted longer and stronger than the rest, and caught the weaker air with easier fluidity. Now the wings pumped more fervently and with more success. With each flap Farore rose just a little bit higher, and with each rest glided just a little bit further. And with great personal satisfaction, Farore enjoyed the temporary thrill of success.
Nayru paused in observations and slowly swirled toward where the restless waters lied.
…I feel life.
Din looked up.
"I guess she's finished with your seas then. You can sense it?"
Nayru nodded once.
"Deep inside me, I can feel them."
The Titan tapped a stone finger against the rock chin. "Guess you're more connected than I am, then."
Nayru said nothing as the white evanescence dispersed.