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“I am your…guide, I suppose is the best way to say it,” It says, Saria’s voice smothered by the simmering magic in its words, “I make you comfortable, give you something recognizable, and help you move on to the afterlife, but I’ve grown tired. It’s time for me to retreat to the heavens and report all that I’ve learned to the Three.”

“The Three?” he asks, “You mean-”

“Din, Farore, and Nayru, yes.”

“What does this have to do with me?”

Something like sympathy enters Not-Saria’s eyes, green except for the way the refracting light of the forest turns them kaleidoscopic. “The Sacred Realm cannot be left unsupervised, and they’ve chosen you as my replacement. You’re going to help future Heroes reach their peace.”

OR

The Hero of Time rises from the grave, a skeleton in a suit of armor, and is given one last task.