A long time ago...
Before life began, before the world had form, three golden goddesses descended upon the chaotic land of Hyrule. They were Din, the Goddess of Power, Nayru, the Goddess of Wisdom, and Farore, the Goddess of Courage.
Din, with her strong flaming arms, cultivated the land to create the earth. Nayru poured her wisdom onto the earth to give the spirit of law to the world. Farore's rich soul created all life forms who would uphold the law.
These three great goddesses, their work completed, returned to the heavens, leaving behind the golden, sacred Triforce. It was said that whom ever posessed the holy relic would be granted their heart's desire, and thus many would hunt for it, and all would fail.
The lands of Hyrule would prosper for many centuries. But eventually a shadow fell over the land. A great lord rose in the west, a lord of thieves. He came under pretence of friendship, however, in the end, he proved otherwise.
Yet, a hero was born, who was prophesied to battle this great evil and banish it to the fringes of time. He came from out of the depths of the forests of Hyrule, to combat the evil that had infested our land. He faced much peril and danger, becoming the hero we all knew he would be.
But things were not as we had percieved....
He was but a boy, and not ready for the burden of a hero. And so it was that as he drew the Master sword, the blade of evil's bane, from it's resting place, he opened the door to the sacred realm, and passed into deep slumber. He was too young, and it seemed that destiny was content to wait, and our last hope to sleep until such a time as he was ready to take up the hero's mantle.
But evil never rests. That fiend Ganondorf took his advantage. He entered into the sacred realm, into the holy Temple of Light and found us, the Sages, ready to protect the Triforce. However it happened that his power was far greater than our own. He slew us were we stood, his magic striking the sages down, all exept for me, whom he left for dead. He went forth to collect the triforce, yet apon his touch, it spilt into three leaving just power in his hand. He was furious and stormed through the realm, his evil infesting every thing, untill the Temple of light was the last sanctuary of good left to us.
I am Rayu, the sage of light, and I can scarcely imagine the harm this sorcerer can do. The road we take, is a dark one.
Pathetic little fool! Do you realize who you're dealing with?
-Ganondorf-
And so... You must be silenced!
What does not kill you only makes you stronger, or puts you into a diabetic coma.
-Lord Validrir


