I remember the day I destroyed Hyrule.
The boy came to me, his intentions pure and his heart courageous. But he was just a child, I thought. A child cannot destroy the darkness that plagues our land. Let him wait, I decided; a child cannot save the world.
But while Hyrule waited for its hero, the wicked man of the desert seized the unimaginable power I was bound to protect...and with that power, he plunged the land into a new age of evil, of darkness.
The Hero was powerless to stop him. I had failed. The day I sealed away the Hero was the day I doomed all of Hyrule.
With the Triforce of Power, the man would never die. When the boy locked him away in the world I had once guarded, I knew it would not last forever. And when he returned, there was no hero to maintain the balance.
The Goddesses, sensing the futility of the situation, sent a great storm to seal Hyrule away. As thousands perished, I stood alone, the last key to the kingdom that was.
Hyrule is gone. My greatest mistake; my greatest regret.
As I lay beneath the waves through uncounted generations, I prayed. I prayed to the Goddesses, and to the lost souls of the land as it slowly became a memory, then a legend. And I asked only one thing: forgiveness.
The boy...? No, he will never return. But I sense in this one the same strength of heart, the same true mind. And as his fingers close around me, I do not resist. I have learned my lesson.
A child can save the world.
A/N: Yes, I know how awful and platitudinous it is. I was bored, and it was bouncing around my head demanding to be written, so now it's here. Flame me all you want; I do love s'mores...