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The baby stirred in the darkness, looking around her with eyes slowly adjusting. Something had disturbed her, wakened her. She felt the dark presence long before she saw it. It stood at the side of her cradle, a shadow, menacing. It studied the child curiously. This baby had been blessed by Din and Farore. Nayru had not yet blessed her, as she was off doing something important. But at least Nayru had been invited to give her blessing. The shadow was insulted. She had loved this child's father, but he assumed she would never return and married the golden queen. Tears burned the shadow's eyes and hate burned her heart.
The infant did not cry, just stared curiously at the shadow beauty. Softly, the shadow touched the child's forehead. "You should have been mine, little one. I'm sorry you must be the means of punishing your father." Her voice got louder now, but it was not vocal. It was heard only in the mind of the man who broke the shadow's heart.
"When this child reaches 16, she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die."
The king of Hyrule sat up in bed, terrified by the familiar voice of his first love ringing in his head, cursing his daughter. Memories flooded him; one in particular.
An imp sitting on the back of a blue-eyed wolf. The imp was staring across the room at a strange contraption. They had been searching the house for 'tears of light'. The little creature spoke curiously to the wolf. "What is that thing? A torture device?" The wolf, being an animal, could not speak, but the imp could read his thoughts. "It's a spinning wheel." he briefly explained its purpose, then the imp spoke again. "Could you kill someone on the needle?" He laughed, a rough bark. "Not without magic, I imagine."
The king jerked back to the horrible present, hearing his daughter cry. The queen sat up with a worried expression. "Zelda, summon Nayru. We may need that blessing, the baby's been cursed.' He scurried out of bed, leaving his wife frantically chanting a summons.
When Link reached his daughter's room and lit the lanterns, there was no sign of the shadow. He hurried to the crib. Aurora was crying quietly. Her right hand lay palm up, and on it was lock of coiled flame orange hair. As Link watched, it disappeared, apparently burning into the baby's hand. After a moment, all that was left was an orange half circle mark that looked like a birthmark. But Link knew it was a curse.