-1It was almost morning. The summoning spell had taken all night, but it was worth it. Soon vengeance would be theirs.
"What!?" Cor yelled at the tribe leader. "But why!? Relations have always been great with the royal family! Why would they just toss us aside like some tool!"
"Because we are just some tool," spoke Sancta, "and we are being replaced by a newer one. We were created with the knowledge that we were meant to help this world, and we have, and we will continue to, even if we must continue in secrecy.
"This is painful for us too, Cor; we all have friends in the palace, but…" But he couldn't finish the sentence; Sancta himself had a wife and two children in the market town, and he was restricted now to even visit, to tell them that he still cared and that he wished he could be there with them.
"But we all have to make sacrifices." he managed to choke out.
Forty-five years ago, he thought silently to himself. Only about five or six years before he doomed the nation. It was a tragedy that he himself had not foreseen. But he didn't care. He stopped caring forty-five years ago.
In fact, he encouraged the downfall of Hyrule. One could even say that he started the Great War some eight or nine years ago. One could even say that he was the one that put his son Ganondorf in good terms with the king.
Called himself a king, that stupid monarchy, couldn't pass a law that was good for his country if he tried to, not that he did. Couldn't have saved his country, no less himself, no, no, never.
And he had it coming, he knew he did, the way he shunned us those many years ago, pushing us further into the darkness. He even tried to cover it up, and tried to make our insignia smile, just as it actually began to weep.
And weep it did.
