For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he could feel the wind on his face and the earth beneath his body. Wearily, Lanayru climbed to his feet, shedding the blue hood that remained of his priestly helm. He brushed his cyan locks away from his face as he breathed the fresh air. His weakened body wore a white tattered gown with a thick belt around his waist. The crest of the Golden Goddesses, the Triforce, was embossed on the belt. Even when the Ikana were cursed into monsters, he did not fall to despair, his belief in the goddesses did not waver. This could not be said for the rest of his kingdom. Most had been killed by happy go lucky adventurers and some wanted to pass on into the release of death.

As the high priest of the kingdom and envoy of Nayru, he would not let himself be consumed by fear. Instead he found himself at the edge of the valley, waiting for the one who bore the Garo's mask and the Lens of Truth. Only then would they have any chance of even traversing the valley. Such a hero did come their way in the days leading to the moon fall and Lanayru knew that boy alone was responsible for saving Termina. The name of this hero eluded his memory as he struggled to piece together his memories.

The plants nervously emerged from the soil as he walked back to the city of Ikana. The Stone Towers loomed in the distance, a mockery to his beliefs and a grim remnant of the Gomess tribe. Using his magic, he levitated to the top of the cliff to look upon the city or at least remained of it. The few survivors looked equally bewildered. Most were coming to terms with their restored human bodies while others marvelled at the strange house in the shape of a music box. A Terminan man and his daughter were busy talking with the survivors as they rushed inside to retrieve bandages, medicines, anything they could spare.

A knight in old Ikanan armour waved Lanayru over to the open gates of the castle. The long road to restoring the kingdom to its former glory was stretching further into the horizon. Lanayru surveyed the damage, already making up his mind that the castle would be more than adequate in housing most of the survivors. His mind wandered if any of the other leaders of Ikana had survived. Although he was indeed wise, he felt like one piece of a much larger chain that was weak unless inked with others.

He bowed to the few servants and peasants who were busy with cleaning and the initial repairs to the castle. The spacious chambers held memories of war, conflict and despair. Perhaps now the Gomess were gone and the curse was broken, Ikana could be reborn. Lanayru could now see that this had all been a trial of the goddesses to prove them worthy of wielding the power of light. He saw his fellow advisors in the empty throne room. Both looked over the throne with their heads bowed out of respect.

Eldin, once a mighty general, now appeared dishevelled in his iron knuckle armour. His blazing red hair was slicked back with sweat as he breathlessly turned to Lanayru. His weary face was scarred and the fire in his eyes had dimmed. In Ikana's glory days he was the War Master, a master battle tactician and the envoy of Din. He solemnly informed "The King is dead."

"As is the Queen, Flat and Sharp, General Keeta… we're still counting the casualties." Faron grimly added, his fine face could not hide his sorrow. The tattered cloak of the Huntmaster looked as if it would shatter into dust at any moment. His eyes were torn to shreds in their final battle and robbed him of all feeling of self-worth. Bony hands clutched the broken remains of his bow. He doubted he could be the envoy of Farore again, not in this state.

Lanayru bowed his head "May they all rest in peace, we can perform the funeral rites later."

"It is good to see you still live." Eldin nodded "At least the three of us can help rebuild Ikana."

Faron swayed a little "I've never heard it so silent before, is the war really over?"

"It appears so, but I fear it has been many eons since Ikana's fall." Lanayru wisely informed "Termina has changed, so we will never be able to truly restore Ikana."

"But we will make it a home for our people. I know we will."

Eldin reminded "What if the Gomess attempt a sneak attack? We still have no idea where their armies are."

Their plotting was interrupted by the sounds of dragons roaring from the open windows. Faron fell to his knees, fully aware he was useless to them in combat. At least his keen senses did not betray him as he instructed "They're approaching, two of them, one a patriarch the other a matriarch. They're heading to the Stone Towers... I can feel it."

Eldin clapped Lanayru on the back as he retrieved an old axe and headed for the exit. As Faron remained in the throne room he felt another presence behind him. He growled "Have you no respect? Get out of the king's throne!"

A devious voice answered "Not until you grant me an audience with your leaders."

Sable dared not look back, she made that mistake only moments earlier. A curious thought pulled her gaze around just to see what exactly a Dark Dragon was. The monstrous reptile had onyx scales and eyes like pools of blood. A monstrous pair of horns crowned its fierce demonic face. Its mouth made threatening by the sight of sharp upturned tusks. The dragon was at least twice the size of Argorok but more muscular and fortunately slower than the agile matriarch. The Dark Dragon's long body writhed behind it with a thrashing tail. The entire creature emanated an aura of pure darkness from the Twilight Realm.

It was beyond her as to what had happened to Onox to turn him into such a monster. The only thing she could be sure of at that moment was that his salvation and the only for him to break from his rage was to be found in the Stone Towers. Sable always envisioned travelling to the hallowed yet unsettling ruins, but never under these circumstances. The eastern valley passed under her as a blur as the towers drew closer. She crossed the might river that ran along the tall cliffs at the end of the canyon. Flying upwards she heard the Dark Dragon crash into the rocky surface with a scream.

This gave her precious little time to find the point of entry. A shadow flickered at the bottom of the towers, a hand of orange light and shadows beckoned her to come. Sable immediately dove from the sky and flew through the large doorway of the towers. Her wings tucked in as she swooped in one flawless movement. A weight then pressed on her shoulders as Veran commanded "Head upwards, the temple is ready."

Veran steered Sable towards the highest point of the Stone Towers where the temple rested. However she knew they needed to go beyond this dimension to reach their destination. She noticed the darkening sky as the clouds parted overhead. An enraged Dark Dragon descended with maw glowing aflame. With a steady hand, Veran called forth an orb of light in her hand and shot it at the bloodied crest outside the temple. Sable felt the world twist and double over as they all tumbled down into the sky.

When they hit the ground once more, Sable reverted to her human body. With Veran's help she was pulled to her feet and kept running. The entire time she found her innards as they attempted to expel bile from her, the wild flying had induced a powerful vertigo. Thankfully Veran was there to keep her upright and moving through the inversed temple. The Dark Dragon crash landed outside but did not slow as it transformed back into Onox. His eyes were still mad with anger as he pursued them relentlessly. The ruins of the Gomess city sprawled past Sable's eyes, part of her screaming inside that she could not take the time to admire and catalogue all the murals and relics. Perhaps what was more curious was how Veran knew exactly where she was going as she dragged Sable down the various corridors.

Eldin could not restrain himself, his knuckles turning white as he snarled "Arch Mage Midna still lives!? How is that even possible?"

The familiar sight of the armoured dragon, Argorok, was not lost from his memory. He could not forget the beast that inflicted the gravest of his injuries and the most impressive of his scars. They stood near the stream that rippled from the cave to the north, dumbstruck as to what they could do in the situation. Before Eldin could blindly charge ahead to the towers he felt a tug on his tabard.

Lanayru pleaded "There's something in the castle… something of immense magic. We have to get back... How would you even climb the towers? We've lost the Elegy of Emptiness."

Eldin reluctantly nodded back as he followed after the high priest. He gestured to nearby soldiers who were able bodied to march with them. By the time they arrived back in the throne room, numerous servants had already fled. All that remained was Faron kneeling before a Deku nut girl dressed in dark robes. Her eyes blazed with the glow of flames and the shine of winter. Her aura was divided between raging fire and freezing blizzards making it near impossible to approach her. To add further insult she had the audacity to even sit upon King Igos' throne.

Eldin gritted his teeth "A heretic little Deku, how did she get in?"

She merely laughed like a wizened hag "If anything you Ikana are the minority now, Termina has always been a land for the wild and primal deities. We care not for your Golden Goddesses or their stuck up ideas embedded in the ways of light, best you remember that."

Lanayru put a hand on Eldin's shoulder and gave him a calming look. He then calmly approached the Deku, feeling the intensity of magic grow with each step "May I ask who we are speaking with? I doubt you're just a mere Deku."

"You first."

"I was the High Priest of Ikana, now I guess you can call me Lanayru." He looked back to his fellow former councilmen "This is also Faron and Eldin, I suppose we're the closest thing Ikana has to a leader… now that the king and queen are-"

"I know what transpired here, my name is Twinrova and this Deku is my apprentice and conduit, Iris."

Faron was shocked "A wild deity!? Here in Ikana!?"

"You make it sound like I'm the first which is ridiculous, the Great Fairies manifested in this kingdom long before I did. Also if you really want to get technical I'm actually a higher arcane deity, not a lesser wild deity."

"So…" Eldin had finally dared to approach her "What does a deity want with us?"

"To explain the circumstances of your awakening and to drill through your heads that your stupid feud with the Gomess is over. They've made a clean start so now it's time for you do so as well."

"How can you say that when I just saw Argorok and the Dark Dragon fly past?"

Iris waved her hand dismissively "I understand your concern, but they are unique cases due to their bloodlines and ties to the Gomess. Controlling them is out of your power because they are kept under control by me and the Great Fairy of the Twilight Realm."

Lanayru shot Eldin a silencing glare before he could interject, he prompted "The Great Fairy has reincarnated once more?"

"Yes, but that is beside the point, lots of things have changed that would make you turn in your figurative graves. However it would please you to know that the Giants and the Oni combined their powers to destroy Majora's Mask once and for all." Iris stepped down from the throne and approached them "I come here in the name of peace, the war is over and the remaining Gomess who can wield their magic mean you no harm. So you are not to declare war on them or attack them blindly. Termina is in an era of peace so just enjoy it."

Eldin glared at her, menacingly suggesting "And if we disobey your commands?"

"Then I will eradicate you," Iris stood before him with a cute look in her eyes "And I will enjoy it." She clapped her hands and laughed "So, shall we draw up a treaty?"