The need to nurture, the need to care for, and the need to protect. The mothers placed my brothers and I on this plane of existence to care for their creations, the fruit of their labor, their children. I devoted myself to the care of the world as if each life form, regardless of size or stature, as if they were my own children. They were all special in their own unique ways, and no one was like another.
My brother and I protected creation from danger, resolved their disputes, and guided them in the harsh darkness that Majora spread over them. I was adamantly opposed to Majora's testing, and I wanted to protect them just like the mothers of the newborn species would protect their young. Everything that I did for them was through the lens of the deepest love.
My brother, or as the mortal realm called him "The Fierce Deity," further mediated between myself and Majora. I believed that absolute love was necessary in guiding creation down its rightful path, and Majora believed that harsh, swift judgement was needed to put them in their place. My brother believed that both paths were necessary, but not to such extremes. Unconditional love would not teach creation the ways of morality if they were to be lead on a dark path, but no mere mortal would be able withstand the harsh judgement that would come with an equal measure for their toxic actions. Mistakes would be made until the end of time by these mortals, for that is what they are, simply mortals.
My brother was the greatest mediator, every side of a dispute would be calculated to the highest degree. Penalties would not be given unless there was no other alternative. He was the father, the mentor, and protector of creation.
Our system of interchange between the world's guardians was successful for a time. But time corroded Majora's better judgement. He became harsh, erratic, unpredictable. He attempted to replicate the mechanism that attached will to the souls of the created population, and failed to balance the light with the dark. He created large tribes of demons and evil spirits that acted as tests to creation. But they seeped into, and tarnished the threads of what held existance together.
My other brother and I soon sensed that Majora was losing his sanity, his ideals that creation were obligated to be under constant testing became more drastic as time passed. The seeds of darkness that he planted threatened to destroy all that was good and pure, but he had no idea that he was the destroyer. Darkness spread, and engulfed all of creation. All this occurred while Majora sat in his seat of power, and the seeds of his madness were forever growing.
We waged war; my brother and I fought alongside creation fighting the hordes of demons bent on seeking the golden power. The delicate humans were decimated in the war, so I sent the survivors to the heavens in order that they flourish once again in peace. We drove back the demon hordes and restored peace to the world. But the seeds that Majora planted were always growing, and while he tended to them darkness would continue to corrupt and overrun existence.
My brother and I brought Majora to trial. In the end we concluded that while the life of our brother was not ours to take, he must be stripped of his godly status and imprisoned among the mortal realm. He begged and pleaded with us not to abandon him, but it was through love that we came to this decision and it had to be honored. We could not completely take away his status, since the Golden Goddesses granted that title before they departed, but we weakened him, which eventually allowed the madness to sink in further.
He was abandoned, and without those that loved him near, the madness turned to anger and rage. Loneliness fueled a desire that wished for the return to the seat of power, to be recognized as a god. But this occurred eons after his imprisonment, and there was nothing that my brother or I could do to prevent that from happening.
We knew that one day the seals that we placed on the darkness would erupt, consuming the world and everything in it. In such a case, the only method of restoring the light would be through a sacred relic, one that represented our mothers' essence. We understood that as deities we would not be able to use the relic, as the laws that Nayru set in place would not allow it. We left the seats of wisdom and courage, but we did not leave them empty. We divided the three seats into six and lent power to six mortals that would fill them, thereby ensuring some degree of protection over creation.
We cast ourselves from our seats and fell from grace. We chose a cycle of rebirth into the bodies of mortals in the generations in which we would be needed, unaware of our previous lives. As a generation became shrouded in darkness we were born again, but perfection does not exist in mortal beings. Mistakes are constantly made that splits destiny into multiple trajectories and spirit of the divine are never replicated in each path. Some eras are darker, others are more golden. However, there will always be those who will be able to purify the dark.