Bokoblin, red humanoid swordsmen with adequate swordsmanship, Fi watched as the scene of battle played over her vision time and time again. Her Master's arm coming down, strong and true, sending their dark souls back to whatever demon had created them. Black blood ran, hot and steaming, down her surface, and, for a fleeting moment, it seemed he would have won.
Some skill is required to effectively combat these creatures, as they are prone to attacking in groups. She tried to focus on her function, breaking down the battle into data, probabilities and statics and patterns, but again something was rerouting her mind, bringing her attention to other, irrelevant points. The way Master's brow curled up when he spoke to her, the pain in his eyes when the pitted blade cut him, his stance staying strong even though his face showed so much pain. All of it started to flow back into her memory, cutting off her train of thought. She reached out with her mind, grabbing onto the flow and pulling it, electricity sparking through her as she did so. Deleting unnecessary information.
There it was: a nervous tick in the back of her mind, showing up when she could least affords the distraction. Whenever Master fought, and she dutifully tried to fulfill her function, it activated, siphoning of her energy for its own devices. Searching active programs for process in question. File after file came up; historical logs, background propulsion support, primary function stores… but nothing that should be causing this. Strange…
She sorted through each piece of data, focused in on her own mind as she silently floated along. There was… expectantly little there to see. So much of her logs, mile after mile after mile of text, was repetition of the same sensations; dark room, silence, cold and a bit damp, occasionally punctured by whatever authority figure of the era was in charge of the sanctuary. These flitted by with ease, text and visuals flickering only a brief moment over her eyes. However... this was not a superficial problem. Accessing Core Archives, memory date 1… she felt herself grow cold for a moment as she focused her power deep into the recesses of her mind. Yet, the files held firm… almost resisting with a will of their own. Her previously emotionless face squinted a little as she doubled over her efforts, slowly reassembling the memory bit by bit, pieces of the world falling into place about her. Then, suddenly, the raindrops turned to a torrent, flooding out reality with a familiar scene… the memories of her first spark….
Where am I?
Fi... she was even uncertain of that, found herself in a strange place. She felt cold… am I supposed to be cold. There was water… ice water, rushing over her skin in a freezing embrace , numbing her open mouth. So cold… so cold… I don't like cold. That thought didn't ring like it did for most, though… to her, it was a new discovery, filled with all the novel feeling that came with that. She tried to breath… she felt like she should, but the water only sank into her core, robbing her of what little warmth she had left. What am I? Why do I need to be cold? Stop the cold… There was something else… not quite a thought, but still pushing at her mind, demanding attention despite its imperfect form. One shock was quickly replaced by another, as she rose out of the water, eyes still dark and unseeing. She could only feel the strength raising her from her watery torture.
"Will she serve?" A sound… a sound with meaning. It came strong... noble. Something that made her feel comfortable.
"She is wondrous…" another sound… soft as the caress that came down her back, yet just as noble. "She will serve. I expected nothing less." As the water dripped from her body, Fi suddenly felt… a little more secure. Neither of them wanted to hurt her.
"Well, she woulden't be worth much without your blessing, Hylia." Hylia… that name at least she knew. Hylia was the white hands that shaped her from oblivion, her Creator. Registering Creator. She found coming to her unbidden.
Then, with a flicker of energy, her eyes opened.
The first thing she saw was the face of Creator. The divine visage was almost too much to behold; every feature was perfectly crafted and shining with its own light. Silvery hair ran down her back, matching the color of her silken wrap, eyes shining. Yet, Fi didn't feel herself threatened by it… indeed, it made her feel watched. Those eyes… I like those eyes.
"Fi, my daughter." Hylia's voice flowed through the air, pure. "Welcome to the world."
Fi found herself lost for words, searching for the proper way to express herself. However, her mother noticed her suffering, and pet her arm softly, sending a wave of peace through her body. "You're ok, Fi." She smiled, holding their hands together. "I have very special things in mind for you and your brother. Would you like to meet him?"
Still, Fi couldn't find the words to speak, and so simply nodded.
"Eldin," Hylia looked to the side, in the direction of the strong voice. "Would you please bring our Ghirahim?"
"Ah, I will." She heard another sound… another sword raised. This was when she realized she still touched a sword at her feet, could FEEL her foot on her own body. The other sword quickly descended, its blade lengthening, hilt stretching into limbs… and there was one much like her. White and black… masculine where her own form betrayed her sex, a fire in the pupil of his eyes.
"Brother…" her first word came, ringing hard and hollow in the air. This voice… It wasn't a beautiful voice. I don't like this voice. Her free hand reached out to touch him, her body still pressed into Hylia's bosom. When their hands touched, she could feel the warmth… her brother was good. Warm was good.
"Sister Fi," Ghirahim wrapped his fingers about her hand, teeth sparkling white as he spoke. He is more like Her then me. She analyzed, as he pulled himself closer, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. This… I like this. There where so many new sensations… her body tingled with them, the excitement of this world. "She is a beauty, mother. Father has done well."
For the first time, Fi looked over in the direction of the voice… but she could see nothing. "Well, what did you expect boy?" Brother was obviously reacting, and his voice was as true as all the rest, but it seemed as though she was blind to him.
"Fi," Hylia caught her attention again, as the two boys started to speak with one another. "Don't worry about a thing. Mother will protect you…"
And, there; she'd caught it.
Process Match Discovered… where did that voice come from? It was so, inhumane, even more then her own. Yet, even as she relaxed back into the perfect moment… her brother rubbing her arms, her mother holding her close, shards of it fell around her, revealing a dark gloom underneath. Suddenly, she panicked again; clinging to the Goddess for warmth, but warmth was not what she got.
Instead, there was fire. The shards where a chaotic mess; the scent of smoke and salty blood, the pain of acid eating away at her skin, screams of slaughter and terror… yet, for some reason, as they went on she started to feel the panic less and less. Though they grew worse; thousands of dyeing souls screaming at once, the taste of demonic flesh ash on her tongue, it was almost as if that other kind of thought was leaving her and heightening the deaths of others. Scenes flashed by so quickly, the present a novel concept, until time suddenly, abruptly stopped.
This was another interesting scene. The room was lit by low-burning braziers, the coals hardly glowing and filling the room with a sense of sorrow. Fi floated beside her mother, silent and still, her sword wrapped in clean linen. It had not changed since her creation; gleaming pure, firm, and cold. Hylia, however, had. Her wrapping was now a shredded mess, mourning black yet stained a dark, dreary read in places. The gentle flow of her hair was now tangled and clumped, much cleaved away, leaving her head exposed and ugly. Even her face, once glowing, was now coated in blood, soot, and tears, the later still flooding from her one remaining eye. However, she felt nothing; emotions only lead you to pain… they were not for her.
"Fi," Hylia's voice cracked, hardened from its former glory. "What am I doing?" The question was clearly rhetorical, though tinged heavily with sorrow. She took a few more moments to collect herself, drying away the tears with the edge of her wrap. "My husband is gone… my son is gone… my people might as well be gone for all the good I was able to do them." She shifted to a scream in the later parts, sobbing in between breaths. "You're the last person I have left, and even though he's gone I'm still feeding your life to HIM." The sword dropped, clanging on hard stone as she shuddered.
Fi's body moved without her consent, following a scripted pattern of behavior. "Creator," the voice again… I still don't like it. "Your previous estimates show a 90% chance of Demise finding a way out of his bonds in the future. There is no logical reasoning for not continuing with your current course of action." Every one of her words where sound, the meaning exactly. However, Hylia's aura shifted coldly, a glare into Fi's uncaring eyes.
"Logical…" Her voice stand, the fury of an immortal scorned coating every word. "Shot your logic down into the clouds for all the good it does me! Nearly everything I cared for has just been given to the fires of war! Millions dead, most of the surface burned to ashes… and to do what? Buy a couple hundred years' time?" This was followed by a primal scream, shaking the very ground on which she stood, the fires blazing to height. After that, however, she calmed herself down, taking deep and heavy breaths.
"No, child. That's pointless. He's gone." She accepted, picking up the sword and removing the wrappings. "Now, Fi, I want to tell you something very important. You must remember every single word I say, understand?"
"Yes Creator," The response as completely passive; that was what was expected of her, after all.
"Fi…" Hylia gathered up her wits, speaking slowly and purposefully. "Demise cannot be allowed onto the world again. Even with all the great nations united, built on millennia, and with the aid of my own divine powers, we barely managed to keep even the Triforce safe, as I was trusted. With my current damage, I could never stand against him again. This is why I will do two things to prevent his rising. Fi…" she paused for a moment, looking into the blade. "I'm dooming you to a great sleep. You will lose your consciousness, thoughts, feelings, for thousands of years. If the Seals that hold him imprisoned should ever weaken, and they will, you will awaken to assist the destined hero in his quest. Deny him nothing; he will be your Master, the man around which your whole existence will revolve. You will aid him on his quest to defeat the Demon… and then you will sleep again, thoughtless. Goodbye."
And with that, the Goddess sword has driven into the pedestal, and she ceased to think. Yet, one sensation remained… the touch of her mother on her arm, taking safety in sleep…
"Fi,Fi!" A voice rang from somewhere beyond the darkness, strong and comforting. The sensation on her arm… it felt so good. Process Matched Discovered. The mechanical voice started to pull on her, but it was the light squeal she gave from the wondrous feeling that brought her sight back, her eyes meeting those of her Master, who at this moment was rubbing her arm, a worried look on his face. "Fi," he asked once more in response to the sound.
"I am well Master," she didn't move, enjoying his touch as they just stood there, the vibrant life surrounding them. Cana had lead them quite a ways, it seemed. "There was simply and issue with my memory diagnostics. Nothing that should cause you discomfort."
Cana's smile came, her arm moving to follow his hand has he drew it away from her. "Whatever that means," he spoke happily, a red-soaked bundle of leaves tied noticeably ornamenting his arm, a blood police seeping from beneath. "Keep sharp though, we still have Zelda to find." Taking a few steps, he started leading the way forward, Fi stuck in place.
"Master," her voice was… timid. "While this goes against ordinary behavioral patterns, I feel as though I must be so disrespectful as to make a request of you."
Stopping , Cana turned about, shrugging. "I guess I can let it go this once," he half-laughed, trying to sound serious. However, to Fi's ears, he did sound serious.
Still, she forced herself to continue, floating forward to her Master's side. "It is my personal wish that I would receive the order to attend to my Master's hand. Is there any probability that such an order might be imminent?" The words came out…. But they sounded so wrong. That wasn't even close to what she was trying to express.
However, Cana welcomed it, taking his good arm and bringing it out for her. "I'd say it's extremely probable. Fi, if you would take my hand." He wiggled his fingers slightly, and Fi once again found herself staring.
"To obey my Master is the purpose for my existence, Master." And, slowly, she took it, feeling his hand wrap around hers and hold it tight.
It was warm. She liked warm.