Triforce. Never in the history of life's existence has any thing been so coveted, or so sought after as this. Three parts of a greater whole- Goddesses commanded the power to bring an end to everything. The numbers of those slain in the pursuit of this treasure among treasures rival even the stars in the sky. Despite all of this, only one man in history has ever laid hands on it. In a perfect world, this man would be worthy of the power contained within and would have used the Goddesses power for the betterment of all the people of Hyrule.
But no more is the world perfect than were either good, or noble, the intentions of man who claimed the power of the Goddesses-Triforce.
Fire coursed through the body of Farore's favored son. Green and red mixed on his legendary tunic and turned it an ugly shade of brown. A ringing echoed in his pointed ears. Then it rang throughout the entire hall. The ringing seemed a precursor to the pervading smell of blood that entirely consumed his senses. What little blood remained in him ran cold as though some magic had instantly frozen his every bodily fluid. The ringing died down as his vision began to fade. The pulsating power in Farore's legendary blade slowed, and then stopped as it lay still on the cold marble floor; the evidence of it's fall marked by the still audible faint ringing throughout the great hall. He felt the floor on the rough skin of his knees. The blurred dark figure in front of him seemed to grow as the ancient evil advanced upon him. Blinded, fire pierced him for a final time and blood flowed freely onto a great blade longer than he was. The taste of acid filled his mouth as he vomited blood onto the blade, forming a pool around Farore's fabled treasure that was intended to slay the evil that had instead taken the life of the very sword itself. Even the smell of blood will flee the smell of death, taking its leave of the scent the way hyenas step back when a lion approaches their kill. Farore's favored son did not feel the hard marble floor strike his head just above the right temple. He was already dead. Farore fled the body of her deceased in the knowledge that Din was held captive by the evil one already and Nayru no doubt soon to follow. A burning flame consumed the hero's body from the outside-black as the death on the inside. Cruel inhuman laughter echoed in the great hall, soon swallowed by a bellowing roar of victory. From a slight distance, Nayru watched in horror as Farore fled leaving her child at the mercy of the beast. Great tears fell like hammer strikes on the marble floor for her brethren who had loved her son, and for Din who struggled in vain against the monsters great power and finally for her own daughter who was soon to die. Nayru fled her daughter taking with her the daughters immortal spirit. Nayru's heart cried out as the beautiful youths golden hair fell across her face, which was already turning pale. A second howl. This one of fury beyond human reckoning not like anything seen ever in Hyrule echoed as the beast realized that final two pieces had yet eluded him again. Amidst the order of blood spreading peacefully around Farore's weapon, the chaos of the demon's fury, and the stench of death, Din struggled to free herself from the monster and be free with her siblings. But it was useless to fight the monsters great power. Safely away from the monster, Farore's great sadness turned to anger. Retribution would be had and the monster would be stopped by whatever necessary means. On behalf of the people of Hyrule, Nayru pleaded for days on end in an attempt to rest Farore's terrific fury. But in the end the decision was made because Nayru knew the scourge had to be stopped by whatever means. And so great was Farore's thirst for vengeance that it exceeded even her love for the world the three of them had created. Using Farore's wind and Nayru's life-giving water they flooded the entire planet in a desperate attempt to seal away the Devil himself.
