For the first time in an age, Laruto's eyes fluttered open. Her hands still played upon her golden harp, weaving tirelessly the spritely tune of the goddesses. While her fingers danced, her body had slumbered, and her spirit ascended, mingling with the Three themselves to give their spirit to Hyrule's one hope, the Blade of Evil's Bane, the Master Sword.
The feeling returned slowly to her limbs. The blood coursing through her veins exhilarated her, and she knew once more the soft touch of her flesh upon her flesh, and though she delighted in it, it was but a gentle stream beside the vast sea of her expanded consciousness.
What draws me from my slumber ? she thought, but even as the question came to her, so did the answer. A fell power pervaded the air. It had breached her sanctuary, and now sought the heart of the temple.
The great stone door that had sealed her from the world for time uncounted burst inward, spewing sharp fragments across one of the few sacred chambers remaining in Hyrule. In the doorway stood the King of Darkness. His eyes flashed as sharp as the twin blades he carried.
Lartuo's fingers danced upon her harp.
"Do you not fear me, Zora?" Ganon growled. "You are the last of your kind; the gods abandoned you to die beneath the waves. Renounce them, and live, for whatever pitiful existence remains to you."
Laruto continued her ballad. Ganon advanced.
"You play a song of joy, even at this hour? Has your seclusion so addled your senses? Speak, Sage of Earth! Your lord commands it."
Her arm began to tremble, but the song still sang out clearly.
His face contorting in rage, Ganon leaped across the chamber in a single bound and shattered the harp with a gauntleted hand.
As he seized her by the throat, Laruto looked up at the man and smiled, tears welling in her eyes.
"Kill me then, vile beast. But know that my spirit shall sing on. I have touched the mind of the Goddesses, Ganon. They will not suffer you to defile their creation again."
Ganon's hand tightened, and darkness took her.
For the first time in an age, Laruto's eyes fluttered open. He had come at last, the Hero of the Winds. Had she not worn for so long the chain of duty, she would have thrown her incorporeal arms about his neck, and smothered him in kisses of purest joy. But the child was there to see a Sage, and so would she appear.
Where once her song had masked her terror at her pending demise, now did she hide in the ballad her joy at Hyrule's savior. In his hand he held a slender baton, the Wind Waker, crafted in secret as the waves consumed the last of Hyrule. She had poured her soul into its construction, and now it had returned.
"Have we met?" the boy asked, shifting his weight backwards.
How often had they sung together the song of the Goddesses, in that formless void of pure consciousness? How many times had they entwined, joining against Ganon in realities past? But all she said was "The Hero and the Sages share a bond, child. Small wonder that you think you recognize me."
And then he left her, and she stood alone once more. The peace she felt was deeper than she had known since her death. The winds of change were blowing across the sea. Soon a new Sage would awaken, and the defeat of Hyrule's great enemy was finally at hand.