An endless darkness surrounded Ganondorf in his prison between worlds. In this place, silence was the loudest scream, and the light was nonexistent. He had slept here for many centuries after being defeated by the hero of time, he knew though, that he would awaken, that somebody in the other world would call for him. What he never anticipated was a visit from the Goddesses. He squinted against their bright light, for he had no expose to brightness in the longest time.
"What do you seek from me," he called out to them. His arms were raised above his head to prevent their flow of light from touching his face.
Nayru was the first to speak. "We have come bearing news."
"What news is this?"
The next Goddess to speak was Farore. "Din has found herself a champion."
"…a champion? But I am the holder of the Triforce of Power. You cannot take that from me!"
"It was never rightfully yours, and so now I, Din the Goddess of Power, will bestow it upon a Hylian worthy of my blessing." The red haired Goddesses stepped forward and Ganondorf could feel his power, the last of his power, drain away into her.
"This is not the last of me! I am the reincarnation of Demise! I am the evil that never goes away! You are fools if you think you can stop me!"
"Though your evil may seem limitless, there is an end in sight, and if the new holder of the Triforce of Power is pure, the land will finally begin to heal, and your darkness will be at a close."
The last bit of power within him was gone, and Ganondorf began to fade into his own darkness. With the last of his will he let out a chilling whisper.
"The darkness will come…."
Back in the world of light, Din watched an infant sleep in its cradle. The babe was a girl, and she was now the most powerful being in all of Hyrule.
Din watched over the girl as she grew older, watched as she became stronger when she lost her mother, as she grew and tragedy struck, she only grew stronger, and Din knew that the girl had been rightfully chosen.
By the time she was 15, the girl was beautiful. Her long hair looked as if it had been spun of the finest white gold. Her skin was a delicate cream, smooth to the touch. And her eyes were glittered gold and silver in the most unique pattern. To top it off, long pointed ears poked out of the side of her head. Pretty in a strange sort of way, she looked like a Goddess.
Din smiled down on the girl, Jessamine was her name. Raised in the province of Eldin in miniscule Kakariko village, she flourished into a young girl.
She watched as Jessamine chased the younger children around, a bright smile on her face and laughter bubbling from her petite lips.
"Oh my little Jessamine, trouble soon awaits you," Din sighed, "good luck, how I wish you didn't need it."
