Character introducing is almost over. Soon we get into the quest.

Nyt led the way outside. A man stood there, seven feet tall, wearing a white tunic and purple armor. His skin was paper white, though his face had blue and red markings.

"Father," Nyt acknowledged, kneeling. Link did the same.

"Get up, Nyt. You're embarrassing yourself." he laughed, a rich sound. "So… you are today's Hero." He turned to Link, looking him up and down. "Last I met you… it was the Hero of Time… Aye, he was still young."

"I…" Link started. This man felt… off somehow. "I still don't know what's going on."

"Nyt!" he scolded, "You haven't told him?"

"I meant to. But my wonderful demon tried to kill him."

The man harrumphed.

"Ah well. I suppose I am better suited to tell you anyway, Hero… I am, ah, less biased." he said. Nyt growled under her breath. "Sit down, then, ah… you mind if I call you Link? To Faore, I have always referred to you as Hero, but you do in fact have a name."

"Uh… yeah, you can call me Link." he said, plopping onto the ground. Nyt sat cross-legged next to him.

The man sat in front of them and cleared his throat.

"Well, where to begin… Well, there are three Goddesses. Din, Faore and Nayru, who are fire, earth and water, respectively. You know this. But… there is a fourth element. Wind. And the Triforce… Power, Courage, and Wisdom… all traits that a true Hero has. But all heroes are faulted. All heroes have a bit of_"

"Darkness." Nyt interrupted bitterly. "All heroes have a darkness."

"Yes. Darkness… and wind. Put together, you have a fourth god." The man nodded.
"Wait…" Link said, his mind almost exploding, "So… there's a forth god… a forth Triforce… so there has to be a fourth wielder."

"Yes," the man said, looking at Nyt. Nyt jerked the glove off her left hand and held her hand up. She didn't even look at Link as he gazed in wonder at the black triangle on the back of her left hand.

Nyt shoved her glove back on, and Link realized she seemed angry.

"Nyt…" the man said. "Please."

"All my life I've been looked down on by the goddesses!" Nyt shouted, jumping onto her feet and beginning to pace. "I was born in the shadows. They shaped me. I was abandoned by them, because I was not Hylian! And even when you found me… even then! And then… Vaati… that… bastardly coward…" The wind had picked up, and Nyt had passed into ranting in a language Link didn't recognize.

"Ghirahim." The man said calmly. "Would you please… before she blows something up?" Ghirahim appeared next to the man.

"I say let her at it. Really, she is quite difficult to stop at this point…"

"Demon… You have tasted Nyt's power. You do not want to feel mine."

Ghirahim scowled. He rushed forward, grabbing Nyt by the arm. He yelled, falling back and Nyt whipped around, the wind dying away.

"Ghirahim! You alright?" she said, trying to help him up.
"Don't touch me! I am not your friend!" Ghirahim slapped her hand away. Nyt's face hardened.

The man sighed and snapped his fingers. Time stopped around them.

"How did you do that?" Link asked.
"No matter. We have a few minutes of private conversation. I can't do this too long, or Nyt will know I did it. I know you must be extremely confused. It will only get worse. This quest is not about you, Link, it's about Nyt. An enemy is coming, one the Goddesses can not defeat. You're here because the Goddesses do not trust me. They fully expect Nyt to… ah, well; you just had a taste of it. Had she completed that spell, she would have flattened the entire forest. Whatever you do, don't try to stop her if she does get started. Unlike Ghirahim, you are not immortal. Just… follow along, boy. Go with the flow, as some would say. Nyt will be sure that her siblings don't… ah… several things."

"Excuse me?" Link exclaimed.

"Doesn't matter. She owes it to a friend, that's all you need to know." He snapped his finger, and time resumed, leaving Link just as perplexed as he had been for an hour.

"No, I'm not your friend, I'm your Master." Nyt snapped, turning away. Ghirahim gave her back a dirty look and disappeared back into the sword.

"Nyt…" the man said tiredly, "Please do calm yourself, I have one more nasty surprise."

"What?" Nyt snapped.

The man sighed heavily. Another man stepped out of the trees. Link had never seen a person so… purple. His clothes, skin and hair were varying shades of purple, his eyes, pant and sandals being the only break from the monotony, as they were bright red.

"You." Nyt hissed. "Vaati!"

Vaati yelped and ran, though Nyt was kept from giving chase by the man, as he grabbed her arm and held her back. Vaati hid behind Link, rambling.

"I swear I didn't know that that would happen! I was just…"

"YOU SHIT FACED COCK SUCKING MOTHER FUCKER!" Nyt yelled. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN? OH, I'M JUST GOING TO TAKE OVER HYRULE USING A GIFT FROM A GOD AND THERE'LL BE NO CONSEQUENSES, ESPECIALLY SINCE THE GODDESSES ALREADY DON'T TRUST HIM AND HIS KIND? IS THAT WHAT YOU THOUGHT?"

"Nyt," the man said calmly, "sit down." Nyt obeyed, sinking to the ground. "This is about redeeming ourselves. Vaati has a right to do so, as well."

"Anyone else you're going to spring on me?" Nyt sighed.

"Yes," the man said, "but you'll be happy about this one."