In the Begining, before the first moment of the first day passed, the world hung in an endless void of Potential. Yet besides this Potential there was nothing: no sun shone its light over this world, nor did any plant grow from the ground, had there been any firm ground for it to grow upon. And it appeared that this would go on for eternity, until out from the edges of this chaos there emerged three golden figures; goddesses of unknown origin.
The first was Din, whose figure was swollen and hot from the strong, burning fire which she unleashed upon the void, setting it alright and creating Sun. As light washed over the featureless surface, Din found herself infuriated by its wasted potential and sterile stillness, rage flaring up within her driving the goddess to action. Decending forcefully to the surface, she used her Power to shape the northingness like clay to formthe solid and burning earth raising the mountains high and dashing that which displeased her to sand as a testament to her might. One such piece of earth, a greyish stone of no particular importance, was placed deep within the top layer of that world, away from both the searing heat of the depths and the eroding airs of the surface.
The next was Nayru, who's slim figure glistened like the waves as she examined that which Din had created, its rough and unpredictable nature making her feel too anxious for her liking.. In her endless Wisdom, she brought order to the chaos: telling each and every one of Din's creations what it must and must not do. These dictates became the natural laws, both seen and unseen, and set in motion the ticking clock of the universe by which they were enforced. It is only by her words that the fire burns and goes out, the air give life, and the rains fall from the sky. To this stone she gave the direction of stillness, to be hard and unyielding, except when acted upon by another force for long enough.
Finally came Farore, a wild deity who leaped and bound with endless passion. Dancing about the earth, she felt a deep sadness as the sterile monotony Nayru ticked on hopelessly. Courageously, she spited both her sisters by spreading her essence, granting a spark of life to the fertile soil, spreading the first seeds and molding the first animals out of clay. By her vigor was breath forced into them to grant life, and gave purpose and a will to her sibling's creations so they might bring change to the world as the Goddess had. However, her powers did not reach as deep in the earth as the stone, and so it stayed cold and lifeless, never to see the light of the sun.
Their duties done, the three golden goddesses returned to the heavens and their unknown calling, shedding the Form they had taken in order to manage their new world. This Form was lovingly shaped by each goddess, the three parts maintaining a fraction of their former occupant's great power. This relic would come to be known as the Triforce and placed within a Sacred Realm over which would one day be built the Temple of Time; far to the west of where the stone lay.
Over the course of thousands of years, the races of the world flourished; Humans, Gorons, Bokoblins, Parella, Mogma, Kikwi, and others, forging mighty empires and cities; The Gorons formed the Empire of Eldin in the north, erecting great temples in the volcanoes and forging the greatest crafts among the races, dedicating them to the glory of Din. Lanayru ruled the lush lands of the west; its wise scholar-kings delving deep into the mysteries of Nayru's decrees, liberated from mundane tasks by artificial men of their own creation. The old nation of Hyrule, clustered around the center of the world, stood directly over the location of the rock and nurtured the fertile ground, giving freely of its bounty to their neighbors and beloved by all. None of the these great nations would escape suffering however as the great demon called Demise, seeking to obtain the legendary Triforce and use its power to usurp the status of the absent deities, took up a divine blade which guided him to the surface.. His infernal horde emerged from cracks deep in the earth, laying waste to the great empires of the land who had grown used to peace. It was only by the grace of the Goddess Hylia and her champions; a mighty Goron warrior from the Empire, a master puzzlemaker and engineer from Lanayru, and an archer cloaked in green from the Hyrulian wilds, that mortals were able to withstand the initial onslaught of greater demons. As the people of the surface shifted to fighting the lesser minions, great pits where dug in the earth to seek out stone for defenses, and the stone was eventually revealed to the air, just as the quarry it was buried in came under attack. In the great battle that ensued, in which the demonic hoards reigned victorious, the stone took a glancing blow form a falling hammer; not a lot, just enough to cause a microscopic crack that nobody could see.
Eventually, when the demonic forces seemed on the verge of victory, the Goddess Hylia rounded up the remaining humans onto a large chunk of earth, including the stone, and raised it up above the clouds so they could be kept behyond Demise's reach, in hopes that some of the world might yet be saved. Yet against all odds and baring but tokens of her divinity, the champions rallied what remained of the mortal armies and, though driving them to the edge of utter destruction,never the less defeating the hoard once and for all, sealing away Demise along with the very blade which had lead him to the surface.
In the sky, the great chunks of risen earth carried humanity on for many centuries, their inhabitants eventually finding their memories of the world clouds fading into myth, growing more fantastic and tainted with each rebelling. They knew nothing of Din, Nayru, or Farore; only the Goddess Hylia, who held dominion over the sky. In their piety the humans erected on their land a great statue of Her Grace, using all the grey stone they could fine to construct it. Yet, in the process of pulling it out, a drop of water seeped into the microscopic crack in the stone, not a lot, but it slowly and surely began to wear away on the rock even as it was placed on the inner ceiling of the statue's secret chamber, every slight wind blowing the water about a bit more and eroding a little more of the stone, who's dust now started to erode the crack more, growing over hundreds of years. It still remained in the statue, yes, but it was very unstable, and even the slightest disturbance may cause it to fall.
Just as Nayru intended stone to work