Those With The Blood Of Hylia Will Bring Light To The Darkness. Lightning Will Strike As Four Unite, And Seal The Beast In The Depths Of The Temple. Only Then Will Eriva Be Free.
The words of the prophecy echo in their minds, whispers like waves crashing on the shore. The four of them awaken on a damp beach surrounded by seashells. They exchange weary glances with misty eyes, but before they can interact, Ezra's pointed finger demands attention to the outline of four shapes approaching.
Four humanoid figures with tanned skin wade through the waters towards them. They wear wooden masks over their faces, each with a varying expression painted on in red ink, and leaves sprouting from the crown.
"Hylians…" Their hollow voices echo as one. "We are the Ancient Ones which legend speaks of. We come to thank you for your deeds."
"You were the ones who first imprisoned the Beast?" Dakota asks.
"Indeed…and it was to our most profound regret that we were absent at the Second Coming…Yet it was you four that stepped up to destiny's call and displayed courage and cunning in the face of evil."
"Wait, so are you guys still alive?" Ningan asks puzzled. "Or dead?"
"We no longer exist on this mortal plane." they explain.
"So in that case…are we dead?" Laurel suggests.
"Death has not claimed you just yet. This is a liminal reality through which we can contact you between the Spirit Realm and the mortal world. Your bodies are healing in the Temple of Eriva."
"So we survived?" Ezra exclaims in disbelief. "But…how?"
"The Blood of Hylia has many magical properties." The masked ones declare. "Although immortality is not one of them, those with the Blood of Hylia have the blessing of the Goddess herself when it comes to fighting evil."
"But…I'm not a Hylian…" Laurel reminds himself. "I don't share the same heritage as these guys."
"May you discover many more things about yourself in the near future, young soldier…" Their air of mystery perpetuates through their masks.
"But where's Imogen?" Ningan interjects. "Did she survive?"
"Your friend will greet you on the other side. I believe she has the answers you seek. In the meantime, farewell young Hylians. And never forget: you are always stronger as one…"
The mysterious figures turn and wade back through the waters from whence they came, towards a glorious white sunrise. The travellers on the shore shield their eyes from the blinding sunlight which consumes the horizon…
You Are Always Stronger As One.