Day 17 (Alt) - Remember

It was so long ago.

So long ago. The origin of time, and light and shadow, and metal and flesh, and drifting solitary wilderness.

But she still remembers. It, the precious memory, is etched like a sigil, these same inscriptions, upon her body and her mind.

The goddess, she learned when she became one, gave herself to seal the darkness. What Meyneth must fight against is not necessarily darkness, but she would not regard it as purity, as gilded gentility, as something to cherish...to remember.

Oh, she believes. Indeed.

She will never regard another being as highly as Hylia.