Ollen70: This is my feeble attempt at branching out. I've never written a Legend of Zelda story, and I wasn't planning on it until it donned on me that this particular pairing almost never happens, so I thought hey, if I'm gonna write one, I should at least be original.' Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. Meh.

From the Dust

Chapter One - - The Moments We Forget

She knew as she plummeted to the earth that she had no business approaching him. Her kind was not meant to mingle with the mortals of the Earth, but she couldn't turn away, especially not now, when she was so close she could practically taste his freshly spilled blood on the wind. His heart pounded and the sound was deafening to her, the one who understood the pain of the world.

Who cared what the others might think? He was in pain - the kind of pain no mortal should have to linger in alone - and it was her duty to address that. Closer she came, the sky bearing her lower and following in her wake with dark clouds that would bring rain to the tormented soil. How could she deny him this, after he'd suffered so much for men and women he would never meet?

In a way, it was her fault that he must suffer. All three of them knew the price of creation and the horror the world might face if their golden trinket might fall into the wrong hands. Of course, matters of mere morality were not of her concern. Those were trivial words made by men, not by her kind. She business was with those who felt without hope, whomever they may be.



The trees shivered at her passing. Not out of fear, though. Like all things, the trees showed her utmost reverence, her whose thoughts shaped them. Before her, the destination became more clear and she went with greater haste. A stream flowed into a gentle pool that lay quietly under the motherly boughs of the forest, its surface just beginning to ripple with the first drops of the rain her coming brought. Unlike the others, she was not violent in her arrivals. No fire sprang out to meet her. The winds might embrace her, but they did not scream from all corners of the world to be near her. Perhaps it was for these reasons that the others never came to the surface of their world like she did. Their appearances were never as gentle as hers.

In the still of the moment, Nayru folded herself together and descended as silently as a dream that breaks away into nothingness on the waves of the dawn. He did not need to know she drew near, yet. After all, the young hero did not really belong to her, except maybe in the very general sense. All things, in part at least, belonged to her, but this youth bore the burden of Farore. To her the golden princess was a more close match, just as Din held dear the black king who was now ravaging their precious world. None of them would relinquish their children to the others, nor allow the others to harm them. It was for that reason neither she nor Farore insisted on ending the black king's reign over Din's protests, even if he eventually ruined everything they had created.

No matter. If the world fell away into dust again, they would build another. Just the same, Nayru hoped that it would not yet come to pass. This world was still fresh and green, and she loved it regardless of the horrible things it had suffered through thus far. Now, she spread herself into all of the life around this perfect pool and watched once more. She wanted to see every part of him, to make sure this voyage had not been made in vain. There were some who would not benefit from her touch, like Din's charge, but she doubted if this youth was one of them. She was not so thoughtless as to descend without first observing her intended individual from a distance and she found him to be of the sort that might have the most to gain from her, but distances could sometimes be sadly deceiving.



The boy sat with his back against a tree, if sat' was the correct word. His exhaustion was almost tangible. Wearing only tattered trousers and his long cap, the deep cuts were all too visible on the plane of his chest. The blood she sensed before spilled down him into the water of the pool. It was beautiful to her to see it spread and fade into nothingness as she felt all pain should. Why that was so endearing to her, she couldn't say. She had always valued simplicity more than Din or Farore ever could, because in many ways they were more simple than she. It took complexity to loathe complexity, she decided. The wounds on this hero were again of a simple nature, and in their own way, they too were beautiful. Of course, one could only take so much beauty in any form.

So many wounds on one who was in many ways still a child. Feeling herself begin to approach anger, she soothed herself. She was not meant to feel emotions like that. The earth was not meant to feel anger in and of itself. If she couldn't control herself while she borrowed its form, her anger might be passed along. Since it had never happened before, Nayru didn't know what to expect from such an occurrence, but it was safe to assume the others would not be pleased.

Deciding she had seen enough to make her decision correctly, Nayru changed. She left the safe haven of the earth and stretched herself out into the waiting air like a fragrance does when it is caught on a soft breeze. Now she could dissipate freely all around the young hero.

She didn't move to be inside of him. Farore wouldn't permit that, and she wouldn't push this endeavor that far. She knew how great her own wrath would be if either of the others attempted to do the same to her princess. Still, part of her wished she could be bonded to this young soul as well. He was very different from the girl, obviously, but there was a certain quality to him that she had never seen before in such quantity. Certainly this must be why Farore was so proud of him. Someday she might be more of a part of him, if he were to win the power of Din from the dark one and receive the strength Nayru's charge would certainly afford him. Then all three of them could abound in one being as they were meant to, instead of being separated. The whole purpose of the golden power was to enforce unity through individuality - the perfection of the trinity.

The dark one was not expected to understand that and, true to form, he didn't. He still believed that by clinging to power blindly he might be able to break the other two and garner their strength. Too late he might realize that no one part could even hope to triumph when two parts of equal importance and strength so vehemently resisted him. Again, as interesting as that situation would no doubt prove to be, it wasn't of use to her. Whatever happened would happen, and none of them would interfere.


Twining suddenly, she spun about him closely. The wind and the blossoms on the black boughs followed with her, along with the pressing of the rain. Together, they would ease the pain of the young Hylian hero. They would give him peace for this moment before they left again for the heavens, since peace is so foreign to the world of men that it cannot reside there for long.

In time, Nayru would bring him more than peace if she could. Depending on the pathways of the future, she would or would not do much for this young man, with or without the agreement of the other two. But then, she still had time to decide, for the future was still being written with every beat of the young man's heart. Time alone, as mortals were fond of saying, would tell. Folding herself again, Nayru ascended.


Ollen70: Yeah, it's overly philosophical and sappy, and I completely overdo the metaphors. Since this is pretty short and pointless, I might redo the whole thing at some point. Just let me know what you think, okay?