Pyralin sits near a small campfire. The hylian looks into the flames. He wonders why Din sent such a power force down to Hyrule. In the wrong hands it can be used for any means. He remebers the horrible power of the flames as they razed his poor town down to the ground. He remembered his oath to fight the moblins and sighed. He wished none of it had never happened. He then looked up to the sky and saw a breeze carry a leaf overhead. He repremanded himself for doubting the wisdoms of the goddesses. What the goddesses determined for his fate would be fine for him. He looked deeper into the flames and started to wonder why the flames were glowing more than usual. The forest around him was illuminated. He looked around in suprise, trying to find out what was going on, when a giggle emerged from the fire. He looked at the fire and saw seven fairies shoot out of the flames they surrounded him.
"Hey mister. What are you doing here."