A/N: This story is dedicated to my friend HisBelovedGoddess, for I would not have the courage to write this fanfic without her encouragement. Love you like a sister. Also a thanks to Faylian for the cover image edit.
The Goddess Hylia watched from the edge of time. She knew every soul that would ever come to be in the land of Hyrule, throughout every era and branching path of time. All the days of their lives were known to her. She heard the prayers of her people when they cried out to her, and knew their fears and desires. Hylia could even see every tear held back.
The Goddess had once given up her divinity to become mortal. She was born into the era of the sky, the daughter of the headmaster of the Knight Academy, back when her people lived high above the clouds. She had done this to set in motion a plan to eradicate her mortal enemy, the Demon King. Yet upon his defeat, he had sworn that an incarnation of his hatred would forever follow her descendants.
She spent the remainder of her life on the surface watching over the Triforce. The children she bore were said to carry the blood of the Goddess and they would go on to establish the Kingdom of Hyrule. During her mortal lifetime, she had loved and been loved in return. And when she breathed her last breath she opened her eyes and she was Hylia again.
She watched over her descendants, especially the ones that bore her namesake, and manifested her power, whispering into their ears prophecies as they slept to warn them when Hyrule was to be threatened. Each of them was much like her. But there was one that bore her blood that could not seem to manifest the sacred power or prophetic abilities. The girl would cry out to her day and night. The Goddess's heart ached, knowing how the princess would struggle for so long to unlock her power and believe her prayers were going unheard. But Hylia knew, in time the princess's power would indeed appear and not a moment too late.
Hylia appraised every soul that the princess would meet. The princess would be cared for by many, however, there would be a certain man who would someday try to take her life to prevent her from sealing away his master, Calamity Ganon. And Hylia laughed, for she knew the princess had a long and happy life ahead of her.
The man had the gift of prophecy, which should have been the princess's birthright, but compared to the Goddess, he was blind, not foreseeing the easily discernible fate that awaited him.
The incarnation of the Demon King's hatred - Ganon had various servants and revivers throughout the ages; wayward souls that he used and abused for his purposes, but when she acknowledged this one she felt something else… She supposed she pitied him. The prophet's life would be void and dismal and he would not know love. He would be consumed by his belief that Ganon had selected him. Like so many others before him, he would only be a pawn. And Hylia knew his departure from life would be a truly terrible one. In his final moments, he would be humiliated, in pain from the spreading black malice that consumed his body, afraid, and in all-encompassing despair at a fate he hadn't foreseen. And for the first time since he was a young child, he would cry out to her.
A trail of glistening tears slid down her cheeks. It grieved Hylia that the Calamity would compel this man to such depravity and take everything from him.
"I will not allow this… Even if I have to move the Sacred Realm and Hyrule itself, I will not allow this to come to pass…"
But, what could be done? Could a man who would seemingly reach a point of no return be saved?
And then a thought occurred to the Goddess. Having an eternity to spectate the lives and destinies of the ones that bore her namesake and blood, it would be amusing to shake things up a bit, and a creative way to spite the Calamity that had ruined so many lives.
And so Hylia set a new plan in motion without a second thought that she would upend so much just to save this man… The Goddess gave her final thoughts to the princess that carried her blood, who would be the one to carry out her plan if she were willing. How fitting that the Prophet of Doom's fate would be in her hands.
And so the Goddess spoke her wishes into existence, and it fell to Hyrule in the form of a shooting star.
A/N: Again, thanks to HisBelovedGoddess, who does beautiful art of Zelda heroine and villain pairings, and some other rare pairs. Check her out!
Wasn't sure what genre to put this story in. It was super hard to categorize. Went with adventure because it is indeed an adventure, and romance, so no one is taken by surprise if they don't already know my policy on Zelda villains. It's also categorized as a Breath of the Wild story for now, until Age of Calamity is added. Also waiting for Astor to be added to the character list.