It happened suddenly. There was no warning, no indication, no prophecy. Nobody had messed around with any cursed spirit magic or disrespected the golden goddesses. Ganondorf wasn't currently attempting to wreak havoc upon the kingdom, and there was balance in the Sacred Realm. The day was exceptionally mundane.

The milky, fluffy feathers that sometimes rested atop the picturesque canvas that was Hyrule were gone. Painted with the petals of lustrous blue cornflowers, the late-afternoon watercolours were shading towards the apricots and oranges of evening. Pear-coloured grasses contrasted the marigold horizon in an imminent, brilliant sunset. And lying back in the grass were a small handful of Links and Zeldas. Resting in the sun's warmth, the group unwound in the soft, fresh meadows of Hyrule field in the sunny weather that was normal for the kingdom's climes. The Hero of Time slept with his back to the lovely warmth in the sky, pressing a sleeve to his eyes. At his side was the Twilight Hero, the wolf resting his furry head on the blonde hero's legs. Even the normally bothersome fairies coloured like forest flowers were tranquil and sedated as they relaxed their gossamer wings.

The trio of Hyrulean princesses sat within reach. Gentle, melodic voices blended together, with only the occasional word breaking free from their maze of mixing murmurs. Meaningless chatter ran away with the over-romanticized summery wind.

"...bustling..." "... sparkling..." " ...silvery..."

Sporadically, a powerful, poetic word would break through the invisible walls that rendered the princesses' conversation incoherent. But apart from the occasional fragment of balladry, their voices blended together like mixing paint colours.

There were a few other heroes there. The ponytailed, blue-clad hero lay next to Time and Twilight, albeit fully awake. Stroking the gray and white wolf with soft hands, he kept his bright, spirited eyes locked on the motionless sky, watching as the sky began to shade towards evening. At Wild's side was Sky, Wind, and Aryll. They sat back in the grass as the youngest hero and his sister listened intently as Hylia's Chosen Hero narrated folktales of the goddess Hylia and the creation of the land.

But how short-lived that beautiful moment would be.

"Green Team. Ready."