:: | Theme seven,
:: | Eternity


: Rated K :


All the people knew him - the blue-eyed hero with bright blonde hair and a kind smile. Even as their land suffered and grieved, he was there to save them. He was there to give them comfort in the knowledge that this wasn't the end. He was going to save them from their every affliction, and none of them needed to fear.

He had been given a gift from the Goddesses - the Triforce of Courage; the mark of a hero. Some said that this gift enabled him to do all the amazing things he did; to fight even when he should have collapsed from exhaustion many times. Time and time again he saved them, and the people loved their hero.

As time passed and he grew older and older, the people began to fear that he would die - of course he would, all living beings died. But they held onto a great hope that the hero would never truly die, for he would be reborn again and again every time the land and its people needed him. He would be reborn for an eternity if need be.

And so it was that, at his funeral, the people didn't truly mourn - instead, they sang songs of the future; of the day when the hero would return to them.

A hundred years later, the nursemaid gently pressed a baby bundled in cloth of satin into the mother's arms, wide smiles on both their faces. "Isn't he beautiful?" the nursemaid squeaked excitedly.

The baby didn't cry. He didn't fuss. He simply opened his deep blue eyes and gazed up at his mother. She brushed a hand against his fuzzy, bright blonde hair, and smiled as he tried to lift his tiny hands toward her. On the back of his left hand was a small, golden mark of three triangles - the Triforce of Courage; the mark of a hero.

Tears sprang to the mother's eyes. "Yes. Yes, he is beautiful."


A/N: What is it with me and short oneshots? Whatever... xD