-Prologue-

"Though this is not the end. My hate... never perishes. It is born anew in a cycle with no end! I will rise again! Those like you... Those who share the blood of the goddess and the spirit of the hero... They are eternally bound to this curse. An incarnation of my hatred shall ever follow your kind, dooming them to wander a blood-soaked sea of darkness for all time!"

The girl cringed as the demon yelled those words, she imagined the hero, with his silky blonde hair, his delicate features and his shaking hands gripping the hilt as he stepped into the arena. She remembered it as if it was yesterday- no. No, as she could feel her conciousness returning, it had likely been thousands of generations hyrule needed her. He would be dead, long dead by now. Had the spirit a body of her own, she would have been tossing a turning in her sleep. The nightmares never ceased, the sadness ever increasing.

Her master, Link, was gone.

Then, the girl remembered something- she did not pretend to understand the human spirit, but she had said to her master many years ago, that she felt something close to what humans called happiness. Now she realised what she was feeling now was sadness. She missed him, and it made her non-existant heart ache, and if her glazed blue face ever showed any emotion- now it did. Although she could not cry, she wanted to. She wanted to feel flesh against her own, and a beating heart inside of her.

Fi wished she could be alive, not just a spirit in a sword, a slave to serve hylia and her master for all eternity.

She opened her eyes, and looked around. The temple... Had changed. She could hear the leaves of the trees rustling, and looked to her side to see the tree, the sapling. How it had grown, oh, if only master Link could see it now. Hed be proud, so would Lanayru, should he be still alive in this century.

The wind rustled the girls hair, she placed her handgently over it to stop it blowing. Wait- she didnt have hands. She looked down to see her body- she wore a tattered, torn purple dress with a blue diamond on the front, and her skin was a beautiful, luminescent peach colour, the sun reflecting off of her hands. She stretched them out in front of her face, still in shock.

"Fi..." Said a feminine voice. "We know your wish, we made it come true." Said a more rough, but still feminine voice. "We are the three goddesses, Farore, Nayru and Din. Please, hyrule needs you. We need you." Said a more confident sounding voice.

"How, what should I do?!" She shouted, scared. The images of the goddesses flickered faintly in the sunlight, before Fi went to run forward. She was weak, having been asleep as a spirit for so many centuries. She collapsed to the ground, sobbing. "Please..." She sobbed.

"We cannot help you... Our... Our essence grows weaker by the second... Stay strong..." Said the voice Fi guessed to be Din. She looked back down at her new body and smiled. Yes, yes she felt a heart beating inside of her as she placed her beautiful new fingers over where she knew the human pulse to be. She clasped her hands together, she finally knew what it was like.

Maybe being human- or hylian, (since Fi could feel pointed ears.) wasnt so good. She went to stand before crumpling to the ground again. Her legs wouldnt support her weight in her current state, and she could feel a strange feeling in her stomach, and her tongue was dry. Werent tongues supposed to be wet? The once-sword spirit rolled slightly over go a puddle, she put her hands down into the water and splashed it on her face, it felt good. With a bit of practice, she could be human, thought Fi as she cupped her hands and guzzled down the cool, clear water. She still has mixed emotions, but of course, she was completely elated to have her own body, that only she could controll. She was no longer a- wait! Link! Would the sword still have its magic, could it still fight evil? She fumbled over to the blade, that lay broken in two on the ground by the pedestal, its mystical glow gone. She looked down at the blade in horror, what if...? What if she had to meet Ghirahim again?