A/N: Oh, Goddesses. Why am I so distracted right now? Why can't I just sit down and write?! The beginning of this chapter is a little different; it's narrated by some… different… 'people'…
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One Year's Eternity
Chapter 29
February 2, around midnight
"He is a peculiar Demon King."
"No doubt he will be an interesting one."
"He was powerful enough to kill, yet his spirit is weak and pathetic."
"Isn't that a common theme?"
My sisters share a laugh at my comment. As the youngest of four and most forgotten, I seem to be the peacemaker amongst the entities.
"Hylia, you never stop with those witty remarks, so you?" Farore asks, grasping her stomach with a dainty hand.
"She needs to," Nayru reminds her, her voice having an essence of wisdom not fitting for her appearance.
"We'd be at each other's throats if she didn't!" Din exclaims.
I look around the empty space, the Sacred Realm. The walls look as a starry night sky, gentle waterfalls glimmering against the emptiness. The slab of floating stone which we stand on has six emblems around the outside, with a Triforce insignia in the center. This sight may be breathtaking for mortals, but I've been here for a literal eternity.
"Why do you get to intervene?" I ask abruptly.
They all stare at me. Farore's hair looks as a million leaves, Nayru's as water, and Din's as fire. Their dresses look the same, and their skin having a pale tint of each.
"Why do you get physical forms?" I continue to whine. "And why are you so mean to them?"
My sisters look at each other, surprised at my outbreak.
"Why can't I?"
Their eyes grow wider as their heads whip back to me, their hair looking as though it defies all laws of gravity.
I look down at myself. I see my bland, white dress, purple sandals and bracelets, and touch the crown of the same color that sits on my head lazily. I never knew what color my eyes were. I never cared, and my sisters never told me.
"Well, Hylia," Farore begins, "you're our little sister. You need to stay here, where you're safer."
"I'm a goddess!" I exclaimed. "I can take care of myself!"
My sisters look back at each other. I see Din circle herself in a red light, shifting into her mortal form. "And we've always been for the good guys. Why not give them a little trouble for once?"
"Because the balance of the world depends on them!" I screamed.
Farore and Nayru wrap themselves in a green and blue light, changing their forms as well.
"I personally think she should be able to come with us," Nayru says, her human voice much higher-pitched than her normal, wise one.
Din and Farore look at her with puzzled looks.
"She looks as a child!" they say in unison.
"She has not yet thought of a mortal form," Nayru pushes in my defense. "She may look different, as we do."
I look over my sisters. They all look as old as or older than the Hero and Princess of this go-around.
"Then maybe I should make one for myself. And I think I know what to go for."
I wrap myself in my own light. It has a sort of pink-ish glow to it. The warmth of pure magic energy envelops me as I make a vision of a mortal me.
Golden hair, wrapped with ribbons.
Pink, simple dress.
Brown boots.
Harp necklace that can resize into a real harp when I want it.
Collegiate.
Kind demeanor.
Bright smile.
Violet eyes.
I stop the magic and look at my sisters. They stare at me with approving glances. I look down at myself. I look as the first incarnation of me, but tweaked a little.
Just how I want.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. It's a bit of a filler, but I don't care. I still like it… I guess. It's okay.
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