A War of Unmatched Ferocity
"The most powerful weapon...is the human soul on fire."-Marshal Ferdinand Foch, Allied World War I commander
"Let us, therefore, brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves...[if we] last for a thousand years, men [and women] will still say, 'This was their finest hour.' "
-Sir Winston Churchill
Hello. Welcome to my story. I am a Goddess...or maybe not..a Demigod? I don't know. In a two month span I went from a girl attending a school to goddess incarnate. I've lost so, but gain so much. What can I say? It's best if Fi starts from the beginning...
Fi
This is a tale you humans have passed through uncounted generations...
It tells of a war of unmatched ferocity, the likes of which would never be seen again. A war truly between good and evil.
One dark, fateful day the earth cracked open, and malevolent demons rushed forth from the fissure.
They mounted a brutal assault upon the Surface people, driving the land into deep despair.
They burnt forest to ash, choked the land's sweet springs, and murdered without hesitation.
Lead by the Demon King, they did this in their lust to take the Ultimate Power guarded by Her Grace, the Goddess, Hylia.
The power She guarded was without equal.
Handed down by gods of old, this power gave the holder the means to make any desire a reality. It judged neither good or evil.
Such was the might of the Ultimate Power, the Old Ones placed it in the hands of Her Grace, the Goddess to protect.
To prevent this great power from falling into the hands of the evil swarming the lands...
The Goddess gathered the surviving humans on an outcropping of earth.
She sent it skyward, beyond the reach of the demonic hordes. Beyond the clouds.
With the humans safe, the Goddess joined forces with the Surface tribes, and fought the demons, sealing them away.
At last peace was restored to the Surface.
This is a tale that you humans have told for many generations...
But there are other legends intertwined with this tale, long hidden from human memory.
Now a new legend, bound to this tale will begin to unfold.
One to be forged by a young boy or girl...with a heart as pure as fresh parchment.
The Old Woman's journal
From when the world was, was the Triforce. Alongside mankind and the Surface dwellers, it was created and helped fill our world with life. As with any great power, some used it for good, while others sought it for evil. Thus began the war, a war between those who sought for power and those who fought for freedom. A war that so ravaged the Surface, it was consumed by death.
Not told us by the White Goddess, my Shiekah spread ourselves amongst the Surface. Searching every land, every cave, every mountaintop for the power to rebuild our home and reunite our people. When all hope seemed lost, a birth in the world above gave us hope. A Goddess had been reborn and we were sure her Hero was there as well. We took to the skies, hiding among Skyloft's people, watching, and waiting. We sensed something was wrong, but when we acted, it was already too late...