As usual thanks to my amazing(awesomesauce) Beta-reader Loke Groundrunner.
Prologue
"Life is an endless cycle of souls,
swirling along the path of the universe, being reborn,
but never truly dying before being reborn again.
As long as this cycle continues, we will never really die."
― Ameila Wolfe
"The soul of the hero, huh?" Hidden behind the veil of fog was the scowling goddess of wisdom. Her eyes flashed with hidden emotions. Mainly emotions of disbelief, disbelief that what lay before her was in fact the soul of the hero. To her, it seemed that his soul was unbreakable,but here it lay before her, broken.
"Nayru," Her fellow goddess called out to her.
Nayru turnedtowards her fellow goddess, her hair flowing as she turned, the many jewels of her diadem jingling.
"Do you doubt us, truly?" Farore the goddess of courage asked. She was leaning on her throne, green eyes looking directly at the blue ones on the other side of the hall. "Are you doubting that this is not our champion?" She was whispering, as if she was afraid that the soul would wake.
"You are the Goddess of Wisdom, are you not?"
Nayru shook her head, she was misunderstood. She clenched her fist around the fabric of her dress; she of all people would understand that beauty lay not in appearance.
"Farore, you must understand; I am not judging him, I merely think that he is uncanny."
"I do not see anything uncanny, sister."
It dawns on Nayru, that despite being a goddess, and a young one at that, that Farore is clueless.
"Settle down, the both of you," Din the goddess of Power gently chastises. "This is not the time to be mulling over something unseen. Nayru, you should know better than that."
Nayru silently bit her cheek. "I suppose you are right, sister. It was rather foolish of me and Farore. Now, back to the matter at hand."
The three goddesses lean back on their bejeweled thrones.
"Now what shall we do with the children? They have lived lifetimes and here they are, almost one: the light and dark."
The golden three looked them was the soul of the hero that took the form of two children—twins with different features. The twin on the right looked reminiscent of his real earthly self. Light brown hair sprawled around his head in a mess, his eyes fixated on his other twin, he was dressed in a simple brown tunic and green pants. His tunic was raised upwards, revealing a light pink scar where the prince of thieves had stabbed him in another lifetime.
The twin on the left had darker hair, brown in color, and it had fell on the ground around his head in a curlier mess. He was wearing the same clothes as his brother and was holding on to the second part of himself as if he were falling. This twin was different; his right eye held the same deep blue color of his brother but the left was filled with a fiery red.
Din spoke. "Fellow sisters, I think that the hero has saved and relived his life for a long time. It may be time to let go."
"Yes, must now reward him for his gallant efforts," Farore agreed.
"Yes, we have put this soul through too much hardship,"said Nayru."Let us create a new soul."
Din nodded. "We thank you for your courage, Hero," she said solemnly.
The other two nodded in another moment of consideration, they sealed the fate of the two souls. Realizing their fate, they looked longingly at the other, both silent. Closing their eyes tight, they awaited their impending doom, gripping each other tightly.
EDITED: 10/16/13
I kind of decided to rewrite the whole thing. My writing was too "flowery" and it was tiring to write and read. Please look forward to other changes!
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