A young child, only twelve, held up the royal instrument he had just recently acquired.
Despite his best efforts, he could not forget the white horse, nor the darkness chasing behind it. He focused on his goal – to enter the Sacred Realm. Link was in the Temple of Time, and he had very little time to waste. He played the song which naturally hummed from within the blue stone, feeling the river of Time slip from his lips and out of the Ocarina. The Spiritual Stones rested upon the tablet, glowing faintly. The Door that diverged the course of Time, like a stone in a river, began to open; thus it let the ages of two very ancient Lands merge and commune: those of Hyrule and the Sacred Realm. As Link, between worlds, walked through this Door of Time, he heard the voice of his friend in mid-speech; and, coming to himself, he paid attention to her final words:
"...That legendary blade, the Master Sword!"
"Legendary," thought the child. "I certainly haven't heard or seen any legends of this sword. What is it Navi knows about it?"
He walked towards the pristine blade and saw that, while it obviously had not been used in eons, it seemed alive – breathing with knowledge and power. Surely, whoever held this blade had possessed a great courage and was a grand soul.
Link paused. "Did the Sacred Realm truly consist only of a sword's shrine?" he asked himself.
Navi looked at Link, and then hovered over the blade, and felt a conflicted energy emanating from the blade. It felt slumberous and dormant... but she couldn't help feeling it was hiding some greater malice.
Link resolved to pull the blade for curiosity's sake, and with the silent consent of Navi, he hopped atop the Pedestal and relinquished the Master Sword of its seal. Immediately, a blinding beam emitted from the surface below, and he soon lost sight of the world around him. Navi too experienced the effulgent rays of light, but she saw something else: a man. He was standing in the shadows of the room, slowly approaching the sword, a slight grin masking his face.
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Fi awoke, slowly aroused by a soft tune of the wind. She felt Time's Song rippling across her frame – the Blade of Evil's Bane. Soon, with a more adequate conscious functioning, she recognized a boy in green, his face lit by the radiant fairy beside him. She smiled – something she hadn't done since her departure. The youth who would be her Hero had arrived.
The young man grabbed the sword's hilt, and in that one moment, she was released.
Too many thoughts formed in her. "What of Demise? Will he escape? Is the child ready? Am I…"
She saw the hatred of the Demon King rising against her bonds. It came near, ready to rend her being into nothing, when it sensed a new presence: a man, standing in the shadows of the room, slowly approaching the sword. The essence of Demise drew away from Fi and drifted towards the dark figure. The remains of the King of Darkness hastily absolved into the desert-worn warrior as he entered the skies of the Sacred Realm. Fi saw the heart of the man change, becoming more distorted and beastly than any man's heart should be. They entered the Temple of Light, and Fi saw the hand of Ganondorf placed on the Triforce. She heard and saw nothing but the screams of death afterwards.
She saw her Hero, hidden in the Chamber of Sages, dazed and fatigued. She quickly computed a 97% probability that the sudden burst of energy created by the Triforce's split had resulted in this weariness. She let him lie in his slumber for now.
Fi herself felt her bond to the Hero weak. It needed to be restored if he was to wield this blade. She saw the youth of the boy, and knew his otherwise valiant heart could not yet control nor handle the Force which her blade held; he didn't quite trust himself, and he doubted his strengths. Not only that, but his body couldn't physically hold the blade up if he tried! Fi calculated the probabilities of success for each of her available options, and found no viable method for healing and building up the child's soul… not without a significant amount of time.
One part of the gold gift of the Goddesses rested within Link, the crest of Courage on his hand. There was no doubt that he was capable of becoming the Hero... and time would be his teacher.
"Master," she whispered to herself, "the time is not yet come for you to awaken. Your destiny is to be guided with another, but I still shall be with you. May my spirit temper yours in these seven years of rest; may thy friend guide you even as I shall guide her."
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Link left the Temple of Time, in terrified awe of the destruction around him. Confused enough by the words of Rauru, seeing the kingdom in such a disastrous state made his heart burn, as if Din's Fire had been ignited in Death Mountain. But, as he looked to his companion fairy, he could not stay in his woe. "Here is a light –" he thought," – a being so pure and right that none could be lost with her at their side."
Navi, and Fi, her shadow, smiled at their Hero.
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A green tunic flashed out of existence for a brief moment, returning again as a bright blue light shone from beneath the pedestal. The hat turned, revealing the familiar face of a young boy. Navi had gotten used to his adult form, so seeing him as he truly was again was slightly disorienting. She was also a little confused – she no longer felt that small voice that had guided her after the long sleep. She was again left to herself for wisdom.
Ganondorf rose to the forefront of her mind; he hadn't entered the Sacred Realm yet, now that they were back in the past. The voice had showed her the Demon King Demise and his parasitic bond to Ganondorf's heart – perhaps it was also undone in their travel to the past. She looked to the Master Sword, sensing once more the ancient malice that rested within.
Zelda had trapped the Demon King, and Link held the Master Sword in hand. The blade sparkled with the power to repel evil, bonded now to Link's soul, with Fi the conduit between the two. Link raised the blade, and delivered a vicious blow through Ganon's forehead. With the sealing power of Fi fully expelled into the monster as a seal to his magic, Zelda called upon the Sages to lock the beast in the Sacred Realm. Fi looked through Link's eyes in awe, proud of her Hero of Time.