I do not remember what it was like at the beginning, but the brightness was comforting. The earliest moment I do remember is when my mother told me to take my place as the guardian of her creation, the land which she sculpted, by using nothing but her flaming arms; the same arms from which I was born. I saw the mountains rise, plains flattened, lakes filled, and the sky formed. It was through that power that I was born, the essence of the power of Din.
In comparison to the finale of the mothers' creation, my siblings and I were born in our completed forms. I was gifted with a form of power and strength, similar to the beasts and fire-breathing serpents that would nest in the hot mountains. Supreme power and nobility set myself higher than all others, I was a watchman and a protector over the sculpted land. I wore the finest armory, crafted and gifted to me by none other than the goddesses themselves, and a horned crown wrapped itself around my head, signifying my place in creation.
My sister was born in the image of the mother Nayru. She radiated wisdom and beauty, and was the model of such stature for all of creation. Pointed ears protruded out from her golden locks, and she always held herself in a noble pose. She given a harp, carved by her mother's hand but strung with the hairs of the mothers. Her role was to uphold the laws of creation, as its judge and watcher. Hylia loved without hesitation, and trusted all with the benefit of the doubt.
My brother born in the likeness of the mother Farore. Like Hylia, he stood upright but was not as elegant in his build. Like a soldier he donned his mother's armor emblazoned with the crescent moon and a single triangle on opposing sides of his chest. His sword resembled the script of life, two blades entwined in a double helix. He held himself like a warrior, but he was as innocent as a child. His eyes shone with white light similar to a blind man, but nothing escaped his sight.
From our places at our mothers' sides we watched as the world was sculpted, infused with essence and planted with the seeds of life. We watched as whole blood lines of creatures sprouted and withered, giving rise to new creatures. The whole process of constant creation was guided and managed carefully, that is until they left us.
The mothers explained, that they nurtured creation until this point, because anything in its infancy cannot fend for itself. Now that creation has matured, we would begin our charges, to watch over and keep the laws that held the created world together.