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Everything was bathed in a magnificent glow. Victoria smiled, as she had been here before. She felt no weight upon her shoulders…her weaponry was missing…not that she'd need it here.

In this world, the young girl became another, who walked on bright, fluffy clouds, in a new formal, silken, white and gold dress and heels, watching as people marched in and out of marble buildings, going through with their daily activities. A young man of her age approached her, although she had seen him many times before. He was a Gerudo, still unbathed and lacked the shine of her people.

Since many people from the underworld were those who died during the execution of Termina, they could redeem themselves and prove their worth to the Goddesses. Then, they would be let to live in the Golden Kingdom, instead of suffering in Termina, against the wrath of Majora. Every time she saw this particular Gerudo, her heart sped up…and hoped he would live with her. But it would take a lot to prove his worth…

"Rise, child of the underworld, prithee, what doth bringeth you here?" He looked downtrodden.

"O, your majesty, Oracle of Light…" She stopped him by raising a hand.

"I know, sire. Thou still hast the essence of the world below on your skin." She began to raise a hand and cleanse him, but he stopped her.

"N-no, Oracle…It is not meet that one of my degree stay in thine purest kingdom, so good your worship. Thy golden powers art needed on the surface." The Oracle was puzzled.

"Whatever dost thou mean, Young Gerudo?"

"Darkness still looms over the Kingdom of Hyrule…it seems darkness hath invaded the people themselves, so much the darkness fills the land, Milady." The oracle pondered this for a moment. Her time had come...but what was it she was supposed to do? Then she remembered. She unclasped her ruby necklace and gave it to the boy.

"Taketh mine pendant, boy. Run it to thy Queen, the Goddess Din."

The Oracle started to turn, but the boy interrupted by turning her shoulder lightly. A familiar touch that sent shivers down her spine.

"Milady…an' it please thee…what exactly is the purpose of this?"

"The Goddess shall know what to do with it, good messenger."She smiled at his still-puzzled expression. She wrapped her golden-gloved hands around his bloodstained own, enclosing the pendant. "This pendant holdeth my very soul. It shall go down to mine successor, who shall shine light upon the realm of Hyrule in my stead. However, if the bearer's heart doth not accept Her role, my soul will take her own back here, to live with me."

The boy looked down.

"I stand relieved. Marry, I thought…she would be you. Your successor, yes, Milady?"

"She 'tis the physical embodiment of myself, yes, but, she and I will be different in many ways. Only the Goddesses doth know how much different she shall be."

"So…" The Gerudo took his hands from hers, placing the pendant safely in his pouch. He looked up to the Oracle with his blazing red-and-yellow eyes, and gently lifted her right hand to his lips. The Oracle blushed madly.

"Marry, she will falleth in love, of course…"

The Young Thief smirked.

"Prithee, art thou suggesting thou doth love me, Milady?"

He lowered her hand, placing his to the small of her back, pushing the Oracle closer to him still, making her blush become deeper and deeper. He towered over her, tipping her head back. Slowly, he pressed his lips against hers, making the Oracle melt in his arms. He pulled back, waiting for an answer.

He didn't need it, as the Oracle brushed his cheeks and wrapped her hands around his neck. Her forehead against his, tears emerging from her eyes, she whispered,

"Thou knowest this, sire, as I jest not. But thou must also know…" He kissed her lightly, once more, and quickly removed her hands from his neck. He frowned, and turned away from her. The Oracle hung her head, silver-lit tears dripping from her eyes.

"That a foul messenger, pardoned heavily for his actions as a thief and murderer, not test his own Goddess, whose will be law, by falling in love with Their Golden Grace, tainting her pure light. 'Tis a cruel game the Goddesses play.

Goodbye, Hestia."

He ran off, towards the Golden Gates of the City of Light, leaving the sobbing Princess to fall to her knees. Many of her subjects ran to her side, but she shooed them away. As her head fell, her ruby tiara fell to the ground, letting her hair fall in front of her face. Her hands gripped the fluffy ground. People circled their Princess, wondering what made the usually-brilliant girl fall.

Whispers began, and as Hestia clawed her golden clouds, she vowed that she and Orpheus would be together…

"In one life or another…"