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Prologue: Mother of Monsters
In the beginning, there was Nothing... and in that Nothing there was Vyomi. Consciousness in the black, vast, never-ending void. A dark presence in the absence of light. Weightless, boundless, with and without shape. Endlessly folding, stretching, bending, curving, then wrapped in her darkness like a second skin, she extended herself through it. She could feel her shadowy borders wisping against the outlines of any light filling the once empty spaces in the many universes. These once empties were full and spilling over with the light of creation. And once full, she no longer felt entirely connected to them. So, she turned her attention to other empty places. These black gems – for a time- were hers and hers alone.
But in the end, the Golden Goddesses appeared (the way they always did) except this time wanting her blackest, deepest, and most quiet of empty places. If one descended through her vast network of hollow dimensions, this particular Empty was at the heart of all her Nothing. It had been a while since they last asked for a space to create. Vyomi was always honored when they did.
There was an endless number of quilt patch pockets of creation. "Worlds," the Goddesses called them. Some of these worlds were close together, and others more spread apart. The Goddesses were always working to fill the spaces.
When the Goddesses demanded that she give them what she considered the heart of herself, a treasured black pearl of empty perfection - she obeyed. That was what was expected of her. This was her only duty to the Goddesses. But still, she wondered if the world they planned to create would be of equal value to what she most treasured, and so she did not gracefully retreat into one of her other empty domains. She remained close to watch the work.
Once again, Din, with her strong flaming arms, cultivated the land and created the red earth. Nayru poured out her wisdom onto the land and gave it the spirit of the law. Farore, with her rich soul, produced all life forms who would uphold the law.
Vyomi paid close attention when Farore created the five races that would inhabit this new world. Farore shaped and molded much like an artist sculpting from clay. At times, adding and taking away, then taking away and then adding. There were bits of twisted discarded "clay" strewn everywhere. Life was breathed into the five main races, and the others meant to inhabit this new world more beautiful than others created. Vyomi felt envy burn intensely through her.
All the while, the three Goddesses marveled at their new world with satisfaction and pride. Their attention captured, Vyomi stealthily reached forward and touched an unobtrusive part deep within the new world. As she pulled back her hand, Vyomi's attention was drawn to the strewn bits. They quivered and grasped at life. When the Goddesses noticed, their displeasure was quickly evident. These discarded bits created with disregard were condemned as unbeautiful, strange, and distorted almost immediately. These "monstrosities" would need to be removed.
Vyomi shocked (and feeling surprised and guilty at the audacity of her shock at the three), revealed herself to the Goddesses. The brightness of their light burned against her dark. In reverence to them, she allowed that light to diminish her darkness instead of absorbing it. Doing so would be a challenge, and she was already unintentionally showing a level of disrespect by intervening like she was. In contrite deference, she bowed, appearing before them like a small, wispy, faded shadow. She pleaded and begged to take custody of the Unintended.
The three Goddesses spoke as one. "What possible use could you have for such as them? They are Mistaken. Refuse. They are not welcome in this world of light."
Shame and something else she had never felt before burned through her. She forced herself to not give attention to that latter feeling, for fear it would reveal itself on her face.
"I am alone and cannot create like you," she said, allowing her shame to speak for her. "Please, I will take them far from this new world."
The three Goddesses of Creation loathed unmaking what was made even if made by mistake. They allowed Vyomi to take the Unwanted. She hastily gathered them into her folds of darkness and receded from the new World of Light that would soon be called Hyrule. In time Vyomi would call the Unwanted her Nulli.
The three Goddesses watched as Vyomi retreated from Hyrule. Her darkness was a long cloak that dragged over the land and the very sky. When most of her had gone, a piece of her cloak snagged on the bright shining moon, veiling it briefly in a shroud of black.
Nayru, wisest and most intuitive of the three, narrowed her eyes in scrutiny. The bright shining moon had slowly been unveiled again. Its light remained luminous but still looked as though it were shining through a veil – albeit a much thinner one. "Her presence has undoubtedly affected other things."
Just then, a fierce, malcontent wind blew in from the direction of the golden desert. Farore took note of the wind's scent. It seemed to course with a strange energy. Its aura unruly red rather than undaunting green. It blew erratically and then rushed up toward the moon as though chasing after something. It howled and swirled high above them, slashing the clouds that now covered the moon, as though to break through a closed door with demands to enter. For a brief moment, the moon's light was tinted a strange red color. The tantrum garnered no response, and the erratic wind soon moved off to unknown destinations to continue its wild, wayward travels.
"A strange wind that's not wind at all," Farore decided solemnly.
Concerned, Din stared in the direction from which the wind had come. "Are we so concerned about these affected things that we would tear everything down and start from the beginning?"
The three observed the beauty surrounding them from every direction with motherly love. They eventually reached out their hands to one another to create a circle. They had resolved to conduct the simple completion ritual that always concluded their work. It was an agreement to interfere no further on a large scale unless dire. They squeezed one another's hands in reassurance and infused their words with power.
"This world has been made and is as it will be - for good… and for bad."