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I heard them. The Triad visited me in my sleep, and spoke to me as they have not since my arrival here... I still cannot feel them; I was sure I could not touch them from here, especially not with the Chosen Hero gone, but... It seems they can reach me still, and for that I am glad.
Since my ancestor, Zelda the first of that name, those descendants who have inherited the Triforce of Wisdom have been given dreams of prophecy, speaking of what is to come to pass. Legends say that my ancestor dreamt of Ganondorf's first attack, and of Link's rise... Cloaked as it was, she understood.
I dreamt winter had reached us, bitter and cold. I walked these streets, and saw each of the residents, but they were not themselves. Ravens were on their shoulders, speaking of snow and corn, and their feathers blanketed the ground, and shrouded all in black, and brought darkness.
And in the dark, our eyes shone like blue diamonds, and our swords were ice.
Sheik's eyes gleamed green, and he fell as though his legs had been cut from beneath him. Prince, you ran sand from a black shore through your hands, and as it moved it seemed to whisper. Alexia fell to the snow, fire in her blood, eyes as hollow as a doll's, and Brienne wore a lion's pelt over her plate as she fought the winter monsters back, and her blade was not black and red but only black, and shining. A glass coloured like the sunset encased Angeal, and in its many facets, everything crumbled to dust about him, as much as he clawed for it, and wafted away on the breeze. Cloud and Zack, bound by silver thread, plucked feathers from a huge black wing, but it never made a difference... And the wolves howled, and howled, and howled...
And then it all fell away. There was a sound, like mountains splitting, and all of us dropped into a pit.
We landed on roses red as blood.