Story by Mikaa
Characters by Camelot and Nintendo
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or world presented in this story (the rightful owners are Nintendo and Camelot).
Warning: This story is rated T for Teen, primarily for violence and descriptive gore, with mild language thrown in. You have been warned.
Chapter 2 - The Godess Awakens
And again, it started. Like all the times before, and all the times that not yet were. The Guardian knew the world had long since abandoned its voice and the words it spoke. What could it do to a planet that had long learned and knew only vengence and wrath, not of life and care? The foolish beings eons ago had struck the world with a mighty blast of terror, and their legacy still lingered, in more ways than one.
Not counting their pain in whole to the planet, their legacy could be measured by the four towers. Long lost were their original purposes of recycling and healing the world, their use by draining the world's life had started the whole damnation of life, and it was not until about four or five blasts ago did life stop realizing how to tap the tower's ultimate powers.
Which, as far as the Guardian was concerned, was a shame; should someone reverse the power of the towers, the situation might reverse itself. Naturally, mortal life sought only for its gain, never the gain of both itself and the world. Small wonder the planet ignored the Guardian; what was there to observe if life only sought its own pleasures?
But this time did have some interesting differences. Like all times before, some fool had sealed the lighthouses in their default condition, which forced the world into being imobile; it could neither grow or breathe, nor act or lash out. Thus, when it was released by the rekindling of the towers, its rage was such that it struck without warning.
One being, though, had the foresight to be aware of how to start the towers without draining the world. While other mortals sought to gain their own reknown and power, one with the love of science managed to (unintentionally) activate the towers correctly.
The Guardian was impressed, but found that, despite this one being's efforts (and the efforts of a small collection of mortals to stay the awakening of the world), the world still awoke, with the same fury as always. The Guardian spoke of the power being transferred to the world, but the world paid it no heed. As far as the world cared, the entire crop of mortals this time were just the same as the one that had mistakenly tried to gain power from the energy that released the world from its forced hibernation.
Doomed the world would be, especially since the Guardian knew of what would happen: the world would find an avatar, a being that would serve as its vessel. Then, once such had been found, it would channel its power through the being, destroying it in the process and ending life on the world of mortals.
The Guardian knew it had only a fraction of time to find the vessel; every time before, the vessel chosen was just beyond the Guardian's awareness until the last minute, and unstopable once the planet took over. True, the Guardian could concievably attack the vessel, but to what point? The planet would just smite it, and create another (if it even deemed it required to do so).
Never before had the Guardian found the vessel before the world, and only a chance of fate would present the Guardian with finding the vessel just as the world claimed it. And like always, the world claimed a mortal that had, opposite of the planet, desires of life to continue.
The Guardian, known by this batch of mortals as "The Wise One," processed what to do now, as the world began to start its deady dance with the last person one would think would end the world:
Mia.
End of Chapter.