Rauru

I have held this vigil since the Triforce was sealed away—centuries folding into one another like the turning of sacred pages. My robes are woven with the radiance of the dawn that first blessed the Sacred Realm, my purpose as unyielding as the altar's stone. I speak not to command but to reveal, for the seeds of heroism must grow unforced. Yet in my heart: the aching truth that I may only watch. Power must be sought. Light must be chosen. Even when the weight of ages presses down.