Farore was furious. She didn't show it, her face was calm as ever.
Zelda's gone and got herself captured, and the Hero's in no condition to help her... unless...
Unless Farore helped the Hero.
She paced the forest grove. Saria, the Forest Sage, was still missing. This worked to the goddess's advantage in a twisted way. She needed privacy.
Gannon's biding his time, he won't hurt her until he's done tending to himself.
If she could play with whatever was left of his emotions, she might be able to stall a little longer...
But that wasn't her element, it was Nayru's. And even if, by some miracle, she could play with his humanity, his sympathy for the princess wouldn't last long.
Sympathy for Zelda...
She almost laughed.
From Gannon? Never in a thousand ages.
Thousand ages...
She needed Nayru. They all needed Nayru. Without the goddess's powers to aide them they had little hope.
So how do we free her from her own realm of Death?
"Sacrifice someone else in her place."
Farore turned and raised an eyebrow at Din.
"Sacrifice who?" she asked, "who? There is only one person alive with a bond to her, and we can't give him up."
Din smiled, and Farore was slightly awed at how ugly that smile was.
"There are two people, Farore. A Hylian and a Sheikah."
Farore stared at her sister in disbelief. She can't...
"Watch me."
