Oh there once was a man, who had lost his own smile,
And he wondered the country, mile after mile,
Never quite knowing what he wanted to find,
For his heart, had laid heavy, with the weight of his mind.
And he looked at the land through the tears in his eyes,
For he knew that there were those who would will her to die,
And he wept for his mother as he lay at her feet,
And he heard a voice, singing him softly to sleep.
I'll be your queen, I'll be your mother, I'll be your mystical child.
Be your best friend, your lover, your wife for all time,
Will there ever be another in this life of mine
, will there ever be another like my mystical child.
So he climbed a high hill and looked out to sea,
And he heard a voice calling out softly to him,
'Open your heart boy, for it needs to be free,
And the next time you're crying, come running to me'.
So he walked through the valleys, the trees and the fields,
And he came to a river where she waited for him,
And they looked at the water of life flowing by,
And he heard a voice saying 'you're not alone in the fight'.
'Elation' by The Levellers.
Prologue
It's been long time, since anyone in Hyrule last heard the voice of the Goddess. Some may say that it because in times of peace, the Goddesses have no need for conversing with the people of Hyrule. But I know that it is because people have forgotten how to listen. Hylians have the ears, but it appears they have forgotten how to use them.
A very long time ago, my ancestors were devoted followers of The Cult; they gave their lives to the Goddess in worship. But slowly, the world around them began to change, buildings sprouted, businesses began to grow like fungus spreading over tree bark, and people spawned so thick and fast, that soon the air around them was polluted with a dense wall of idle noise. It hurts my ears to think of it. Even the temples no longer held that sacred silence; we couldn't hear anything anymore.
And so my ancestors were driven; forced by their piety closer to the heavens, and into the mountains. The HigherLands, as they are known. The mountains range to the west, that borderline that encloses around Hyrule like a loving embrace. This was the new home of my ancestors, a place where blessed silence holds, and even a whisper will echo on the wind. But for this sacred land, we had to pay a price. These lands belong to no one, and my family had to share them with the wild wolves. 'Wolfos', the scourge of any wonderer or travelling merchant, it became our duty to keep the mountain paths clean of this beast.
And so for centuries, my family and ancestors have guarded these mountains, guided the lost, and listened; to every word the Goddess had to say to us.
I am Robyn of The HigherLands, Robyn of the Greenbow, Ranger to the lost, Servant of the Goddess, and to my knowledge, last of my clan. I am alone.