Note: Deity's telling the story, from this point on…
Before I was born, but a few weeks before my birth, my father went to the Goddesses shrine near the graveyard. There, he made a deal with them. A strong and powerful son for future battles… A god from the heavens.
The goddesses spoke to him. They told him that his wish was foolhardy and selfish, but he pleaded despite the fact that he had been told otherwise. They warned him once more before offering a compromise.
"Foolish King Ikana…" Din sighed. "For your own selfish ambitions, what are you willing to sacrifice?"
"Sacrifice?" He asked. Excitement in his voice, he replied. "I am willing to give up whatever it is that I must!" He chuckled. "All but my life…"
"All but your life…?" Farore crooned. "This wish will cost you the life of your queen and years from your life."
Nayru spoke next. "King Ikana, this wish will cost you your country."
But my father, greedy and power hungry, spoke with arrogance. "If I've a god for a son, I needn't worry about the country."
The goddesses granted him his wish and thus I was born. At the cost of my mother's life. If this did pain my father, he was indeed too proud to show such. Once I was born, I was given the utmost care and attention. My father and I were close; we constantly trained in the art of war and swordplay.
Though, Maestro Flat and Maestro Sharp taught me things on a musical note, I spent more time in the courtyard sparing with my father. So, I wasn't especially allowed much free time.
This was my life up until my final years.
