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Hylia glowed in all her excellency, “Tell me, My Hero, what is it that you want?” Knowing that all Heroes wished the same - for her to continue watching over their lands, and to use the power of the Triforce to right the wrongs that were placed on her peoples.
Yet, instead of being showered in never-ending praise and appreciation, her Hero began to weep. Crying not tears of joy as she’d come to believe she deserved, but tears of anguish as he screamed into the heavens above, “I just… I just want this to end!”
“ Why?” She questioned, as shocked as any God could, “Why would you deny your right to live on in the souls of others? Why, do you wish to never see me again?” Hylia tried to understand, remembering the tortured Hylian she fell in love with, many lifetimes ago. Why would he want to back out now, after what she did to make sure they could live together?
“My soul is my own,” Her Hero claimed, voice just the same as it had been centuries ago, “but so long as the courage of Your Hero lives in me, so will the power of evil, and your heart in a mortal body - doomed forever to play this twisted game called life.”
“Hero.” She called, recalling how her Hero stood tall, promising that he would always fight to save his people, and hers. “Did I do something wrong? Have I misjudged these feelings for you?”
“Oh, Goddess Hylia. You have to move on, the one you loved… he is but long gone. His body nothing more than dust in the wind.” He lifted his chin towards the heavens, “This is why I pray for the cycle to be broken. I am just one Link in this chain of unfortunate events, unable to take control of my own life.
“I know you loved him, and wished that you two would forever live on, but I am not him, and nor the Princess you. You cannot live reborn anymore, not without destroying the life we have built.”
“I thought.” Her light seemed dimmer, weaker; embarrassed. “I thought we were forever engaged in this thing you Hylians call Love? Is that not what I did, when I allowed our souls to live on through Sky and twilight; from deepest seas, to tallest towers? Was that not the promise I made to you?”
“I am not him!” Her Hero bellowed out, eyes light red and puffy. He seemed tense, and tired.
“-You are my Hero-“
“But I am not him. I have never been him, and neither has any of the heroes who have come before me. You need to understand, Dear Goddess, I am my own person, and I should not have to deal with a mess that you should have cleaned up eons ago.
“So please, for your Heroes’ sake, release us from these shackles of fate that have taken us away from our childhoods and families, and allow us to live out our own lives.
“That… Is my only want:
“So, please, grieve what you have lost, and move on. Just leave us out of it!”