They sat atop thrones made of light, each bearing a different color which represented an element. Their course of power. A green one bearing a childish innocence, yet wielding an ancient untapped power. One of red, marking formidable strength and power usually associated with destruction. Another of blue that marked the lawfulness of the world, usually affiliated with healing. Yet another color, this time a deep ominous purple that was charged with the spirit of the dead. This time was a bit different, this one had a bright orange that sang a soft song of the living, it's power being that of spirit. Only one more, a purified white light that flickered with age. Clearly the oldest among the other six, but perhaps he was the strongest. Each light formed a silhouette, each holding a different personality.
The celestial bodies glanced to one another, sitting in a circle that surrounded three golden triangles that seemed to glow in response to their presence.
"We are running out of time, there is no more stalling. We have to awaken him." The red light hissed out, his voice booming with pride as he spoke.
"But we can't! We cannot disturb the laws that make this world stable, the Goddesses would never forgive us if we played with the laws of life and death!" Spoke the green light, this one was clearly the youngest. Her voice holding a small, anxious squeek.
"I have to agree..." Spoke the pure white light, this ones voice brimming with a type of finality. He was the Sage of Light, the wisest of them. "With you, Darunia. We must awaken the Hero of Time."
"No!" The blue light exclaimed, her voice raising a few octaves as her hands slammed down upon the throne in which she sat. "Are you crazy Rauru? Resurrecting him would break the seal on the Sacred Realm! He died an honest, peaceful death with his wife! After everything he did for this world, he should be allowed to rest!"
"I am aware of this, Princess Ruto. But with three of us missing and the other having been viciously murdered by you-know-who we are at wits end. We have no other alternatives." The old man known as Rauru finished with a sigh, not liking this decision anymore than his colleuges.
The orange light spoke this time, a sudden fierceness- no, a sense of cunning lined her words. "I, Nabooru, vote against the resurrection of the Her of Time. As Princess Ruto explained, bringing him back would shatter the seal we have been holding for many years. Our power is dwindling, Rauru. He grows too strong, we fear he will break the barriers. With the Great Hero being brought back into this world, it would further weaken our hold on him. In a matter of days the seal would be shattered. What say you, Madam Impa?"
This time the purple light folded its arms across her chest, cautiously looking around the room at her colleagues. Her mind was beginning to work up an idea, one that would most certainly work to their advantage. "What say I? Instead of bringing the Hero back from the realm of the dead, why don't crown another hero? His Spirit, as we all know, is bounded to the Goddesses. We need someone pure, someone who shows courage. There are very few in this world who still believe in our existence. Hylian's are blinded by their technology, they doubt the ancient powers on which this world was based. There are few, of course. Perhaps we can birth one? Or maybe awaken one, someone who will hold the power of courage in his hand and step forward. I believe our time is about to come, we need successors. We must find the missing links in our chain to help strengthen the barriers."
Everyone stared at her, a silent motion of agreement coursing through the ancient ones. They turned towards Rauru then as if awaiting a command.
"Very well. It shall be done. As for our links, we must find ones suitable for the Earth, Wind, and.. Time. We must also consult Fi."
With this, the world around them faded.
At that very moment, a youngboy with ice blue eyes jolted upright from his bed, the dream snapping.
