He hadn't been sure if it was going to work or not. For the duration of his long journey across all of Hyrule, he had carried the two Triforces he had won in his labors as a boy. Now a man, he had finally earned the Triforce of Courage after crossing mountains, seas, and fire. By all rights, he had the might of the gods at his disposal. He recalled on his voyage back to the mainland that nagging urge that he might use the power for himself. The temptation that he might well turn his sword upon the enemies of Hyrule and ensure that the ancient demon could never rise again. Why not? Why not?
But now he was in the North Palace again, deep in a forgotten chamber known only by those few who had been entrusted with the kingdom's secrets. Before him was the ethereal beauty of the slumbering princess, a being who was as old as the stones of the castle itself. It did not seem like a waste to spend the power of the gods on her. In a fashion, it almost seemed as though she might belong among their number. It wasn't infatuation, but just a strong sense of curiosity and the knowledge that this would fulfill some unknowable purpose. It was destiny. Impa had made that clear to him.
The young man who had crossed through hell and back spoke the wish. It was only when she began to stir that it occurred to him that his journey was not for her sake. It was all for him. Not once had it ever crossed his mind that with the power of the gods at his fingertips, this might not be the world she would want to wake to.
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But now he was in the North Palace again, deep in a forgotten chamber known only by those few who had been entrusted with the kingdom's secrets. Before him was the ethereal beauty of the slumbering princess, a being who was as old as the stones of the castle itself. It did not seem like a waste to spend the power of the gods on her. In a fashion, it almost seemed as though she might belong among their number. It wasn't infatuation, but just a strong sense of curiosity and the knowledge that this would fulfill some unknowable purpose. It was destiny. Impa had made that clear to him.
The young man who had crossed through hell and back spoke the wish. It was only when she began to stir that it occurred to him that his journey was not for her sake. It was all for him. Not once had it ever crossed his mind that with the power of the gods at his fingertips, this might not be the world she would want to wake to.
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