“Spring has always been my favorite season. But the first two days of spring that year were the worst two days of my life. I spent the days jumping at every sound. The nights were filled with blood red light. Monsters appeared as if from nowhere. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat. I was sure the world was coming to an end”
That’s how Brigo would begin the tale he told his children on the first day of spring every year. No matter how old he was, and he lived to a great age, he said it with the same fear in his voice. From the time they were children to when they surrounded him on his deathbed years later, the fear never left him.
Then he would smile, his eyes would light up, and he’d say.
“Then came the hero of the blue light.”
The first day of spring that year was shaping up to be a nice one, Brigo thought as he began his daily patrol of Proxim Bridge. The night had been chilly but the sun coming up over Dueling Peaks warmed his bones.
The view from Proxim Bridge was beautiful as always. Dew on Hyrule Field steamed in the morning sun. To the east Dueling Peaks cast a pair of great shadows that pushed themselves nearly to the bridge. The far mountains of the Hebra range were cloaked in mist. Mount Hylia glowed orange in the sunrise.
Brigo never failed to admire the view on his daily patrols of the bridge. To him, nothing compared to Hyrule Field. His favorite time of day was early morning as the dew glistened. Almost as much as he loved watching the moonlight turn the grass silver on a clear fall night. From his bridge he could see the vertical walls of Zora’s Domain, the towering heights of Death Mountain, and the frozen regions of Hebra and the Gerudo Plateau. Brigo thought his bridge might have the best view in all of Central Hyrule.
There was, of course, the gloom enshrouded castle–but he had learned to ignore it long ago.
It stood at the northern end of Hyrule Field, a spectacular work of stone that was untold centuries in age. Once the seat of the great Kingdom of Hyrule, it was abandoned now, as it had been for the last one hundred years. The only residents were deadly monsters and the terrifying stalker guardians.
Brigo had learned to ignore it, he had to. If you looked at it too long you could feel despair and malice growing inside you like a physical thing. All hope seemed to drain from you.
The view of Hyrule Field did the opposite. It filled Brigo with calm, and strength.
It was as he turned around on his first pass of the west end of the bridge that the ground began to shake. Subtle at first, but coming from all around, deep underground. Loose pebbles shook from the bridge, but the ancient stonework held firm.
The shaking grew worse and Brigo gasped in horror as a dark red gash tore up the side of the northern Dueling Peak. Movement to the north caught his eye and he saw a second red gash. Then he realized what it truly was. Towers. Towers erupting all across the land. From Dueling Peaks to Death Mountain to the far northern Hebra region. They glowed blood red. It was a sickly, evil glow that gave Brigo the same feeling of unease he got looking at the castle, but a thousand-fold. He felt his guts twist inside him as more towers rose.
That’s when the demon roared. A monstrous vapor, a giant boars head, flew out of the gloom that surrounded the castle and bellowed. Now even the air shook. Brigo threw his hands over his ears. His twisted insides felt like they would shake loose.
Then it seemed to Brigo that the castle emitted a golden glow that caused the creature to fall apart. Was it a trick of the sunrise? The beast disappeared. Then, nothing. Silence. The morning went on. The grass still sparkled in the sun. Birds sang. But Brigo no longer paid attention. Instead he stared north to the castle, sure that calamity would fall at any moment.
Whether he stared at the castle for minutes or hours he never knew. He felt sadness and despair eating at him, and it took all of his willpower to tear his eyes away. He turned and was faced with another horror.
An ancient shrine sat at the western edge of his bridge. Stories said it and the others found around Hyrule had been there for ten thousand years, never changing.
The stonework of it was different from the ancient bridge Brigo patrolled. It never seemed to weather or age. The shrine felt other worldly, though not out of place. Brigo had gotten so used to it he barely thought about it anymore.
Now the shrine was glowing the same ominous red as the towers. The stories said that shrine was meant to help the hero that would save Hyrule, but this seemed malevolent. It stained the land with a sick red glow.
That’s when he noticed the tower on the Great Plateau. This one was different from the others. It glowed a rich blue. That blue gave him the same feeling his view of Hyrule Field did; hope. A little at least.
He tried to continue his normal patrol, but the more light filled the land the more he could see wrong. An enormous beast was circling above the Hebra mountains and Rito Village. Another seemed to be crawling on the side of Death Mountain. It seemed nearly as big as the mountain itself. And the more he looked, the more glowing red shrines he saw.
Brigo barely slept that night. He was convinced the shrine was going to open and spill out all manner of monsters. He tried resting by the fire under his lean to, but he didn’t like having the shrine out of site.
So he patrolled his bridge through the night. The only thing that brought him comfort was the sight of the blue tower atop the Great Plateau. If he could have climbed that high he might have tried to get to it. Instead he patrolled.
His mood didn’t improve the second day when he noticed the dark rain cloud over Zora’s Domain. The day was clear, but the Zora homeland was completely socked in. Much of the water in his river came from there, and he could see the banks beginning to swell.
He didn’t even try to sleep the second night. Instead he patrolled, listening. All day monsters had been moving into the ruins of the east guard post. They hadn’t come toward the bridge yet, but Brigo couldn’t sleep regardless.
As the night wore on his patrol route grew smaller and smaller. Until, in the darkest hour before dawn, he simply stood, staring through the gloom at the blue glow of the Great Plateau Tower. The sight of it felt like cool water on his overheated brain. It seemed the only fair thing in a dark night full of blood red malice.
The next thing Brigo knew it was morning. He must have dozed while he stood because he could have sworn he saw a Rito come flying out of the topmost steeple of the old temple on the Great Plateau. He shook his head to focus his eyes, and when he looked back the figure was gone.
He resumed his patrol. The fear from the night before still burning like a coal in the pit of his stomach. He looked out on the view, trying to admire it like he used to. Fatigue and despair made it hard. Sunlight streaming between Dueling Peaks and the dew glistening on the morning grass…DID THAT GUARDIAN JUST MOVE!?
Now Brigo was sure his mind was slipping. The long dead guardian lay at the point where the two rivers joined. It had been immobile as long as he’d been alive. But Brigo was sure its eye had just looked at him.
It was too much. Brigo was too tired to deal with it. He just froze to the spot thinking “The end is here!” And that’s what popped out of his mouth when the traveler interrupted him.
“Excuse me.” A voice beside him said.
“The end is here!” He yelled.
“What?” The young man said.
“I may be somewhat used to seeing bad omens by now, but that…. Well let’s just say it’s worse than most.”
“What are you talking about?” The young man asked.
“Have you seen those strange things that popped out of the ground? I’m not talking mushrooms. I mean those towers!”
Brigo blurted all this out before really looking at who he was talking to. If he had, he would have had some questions. The young man in front of him was short, but he held himself with confidence. His dirty blonde hair was tied back in a style that had been popular with Brigo’s grandparents. His clothes were ragged, moth-eaten. His pants were several sizes too short, and his shirt looked as strong as a spider’s web. On his back was a sword that was more rust than metal. The iron shield didn’t look much better. And was that a bow made by a bokoblin? Brigo had noticed none of this when he blurted out all his fears to this stranger.
The young man gazed at him with piercing blue eyes. Eyes that looked friendly, and calm, but determined. They reminded Brigo of the light of the blue tower on the Great Plateau.
“Who are you?” Brigo asked.
“Just a traveler.” The young man said. “Can you tell me how to get to Kakariko Village?”
Good thought Brigo. Maybe he knows someone there who can give him some real clothes.
Brigo was wearing almost everything he owned, or he’d offer to help. He’d been terrified the last two days but at least he had his bridge, as well as clothes that fit and offered some protection. And he had his spear. It wasn’t much but at least it wasn’t rusted. This kid had just appeared out of the wild with nothing but what you could pick up off the ground.
“What are you doing?” The young man asked him.
“I’m patrolling this bridge, making sure monsters don’t overtake it.”
“You stay out here by yourself?” He asked.
“This is an important route.” Brigo said in answer. “I have my lean-to so I can sleep out of the rain and I catch fish from the river. And travelers share meals with me sometimes when they stay the night.”
Brigo looked at the poor state of the young man’s clothes and quickly added “I don’t expect people to give me anything though.”
The young man thanked him for the directions and continued his way towards Dueling Peaks. It was only then that Brigo noticed the small rock slate glowing blue at the young man’s hip.
“Hey! What’s your name?” Brigo asked as the kid headed away.
“Link!” The young man called back before he disappeared into the shadow of Dueling Peaks. His walking pace was faster than Brigo thought he could jog.
His sleepiness forgotten, Brigo turned to walk his route across Proxim Bridge. That’s when he noticed the shrine. It had changed from the sickly red into the same calm blue as the Plateau Tower. He looked in the direction the traveler had departed, but he was long gone. A cricket hummed restlessly in the warm morning air.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the young man as he patrolled the bridge that day. The blue shrine was a beautiful sight, and he was sure the two were connected.
He kept glancing in the direction the traveler had went. So he happened to be looking in the direction of Dueling Peaks Tower when it burst into the same brilliant blue.
Hours later he saw a tiny figure floating through the air between Dueling Peaks. Not a Rito, but someone with a paraglider. The shrine high atop the northern peak glowed blue. Brigo was pretty sure he knew who was flying that paraglider. Who was that young man?
He slept well that night, with the blue light of two towers and two shrines on either side of him.
Things seemed returned to normal. The shrines and towers still glowed, but the monsters that had moved into the East Guard Post seemed content to stay in their buildings. Brigo defended the bridge and life went on.
Then one night he was jolted from sleep by another great roar from the castle. The beast was awake, and it was roaring with the rise of a Blood Moon.
Brigo had seen Blood Moons since he was a young kid. It brought to life all the monsters that had been slain in the name of the light. Everyone hated it, and feared it. No one slept through it. But Brigo had never seen it accompanied by the demon in the castle. He ran across Proxim Bridge in terror and crouched in the alcove of the blue glowing shrine until morning.
Later that week Brigo was visited by Nat and Meghyn, mushroom hunters who passed by his bridge a couple times every year. They told him about a young man with blue eyes who had saved them from bokoblin attack outside of Hateno Village.
That same week a traveling salesman named Agus passed through with his donkey selling vegetables from Hateno Village. He told Brigo of a young man carrying a torch with a brilliant blue flame through the village and up to the path to the Hateno Ancient Tech Lab.
Everyone also talked of the terrible Blood Moon. No one remembered one so vile in their lifetimes. All had heard the roar of the monster, but it seemed only Brigo had seen it. For him, the terror of the monster’s roar didn’t fade. It never would, as his children would learn.
People began to tell tales of vicious attacks. Stronger monsters were appearing all over Hyrule. Travelers spoke in whispers about the demon in Hyrule Castle, and wondered if Calamity was going to fall soon.
But travelers that crossed Proxim Bridge also spoke tales besides ones about monsters. Tales of a swordsman who would appear as if from nowhere to save people from attack. No one could be sure it was the same person. They could never agree on what he was wearing.
The most common story said that he wore a set of Hylian armor dyed green, with the heavy hood pulled over his face to shield from Hyrule’s seemingly constant rain. Other stories had him appearing in shining plate mail. Or he’d drop down from the sky from some impossibly high cliff wearing strange climbing gear. Or a blue shirt as bright as the shrines he supposedly visited. They said in his wake no monster camp went un-raided.
As the days turned into weeks and spring warmed into summer the tales grew stranger. They said he wore strange armor that glowed blue like the shrines, or a helmet made of demon bone.
In every story he was armed with a different weapon. Sometimes it was a broadsword, or a two handed great sword. Sometimes he’d disarm the enemy and use their own weapons against them. More than once he saved travelers with nothing more than a tree branch.
What everyone could agree on was his blue eyes, the blue light at his hip, and his appetite. He never asked for anything for rescuing someone, but would gobble any food given to him on the spot.
He was often seen riding a black horse he called Rhoam. But he wasn’t always on his horse. He was often on foot, or seen drifting through the sky on a paraglider.
Brigo thought he had seen and heard it all after just two weeks. But as the sun was setting one evening he heard a tremendous trumpeting. The storm clouds that had covered Zora’s Domain for weeks and swelled the river below him broke. An enormous elephant was standing atop the outer plateau of Zora’s Domain. It was far away, many days travel on foot. But Brigo was sure he could see the creature glowing with a clean blue light. The great beast aimed itself at Hyrule Castle.
Something was happening. Brigo could feel it. The other Hylians he saw could as well. The whole land seemed to being waking after a long slumber. The view from Proxim Bridge didn’t change as dramatically as it had the first few days of spring, but red towers continued to change to blue far in the distance. And stories of shrines glowing blue all across Hyrule were on the every pair of lips.
Weeks passed, and late one night Death Mountain had it’s turn causing the ground to shake. Bright streams of hot magma exploded from its summit. Brigo saw the shockwave from the explosion ripple across the grass of Hyrule Field. More stones shook from his bridge. When morning light came another great Divine Beast, as travelers called them, could be seen atop the mountain–pointed at the castle.
Blood moons grew more frequent. The demon in the castle seemed to call on them. Roads and paths were infested with monsters. But stories of the hero were everywhere. No one else seemed to call him the Hero of the Blue Light, but Brigo would never forget those awful nights alone after the demon roared, when the red light of malice filled his every waking moment.
By early summer a third and fourth Divine Beast had settled themselves above the kingdom and taken aim at the castle.
Thunderstorms were common during summer, Hyrule got a lot of rain. But one evening a storm came unlike any Brigo had seen. Rain lashed the roof of his lean-to and lightning blew apart trees and slammed into the ground. It was bad by the bridge, but the bulk of the storm’s anger seemed directed at Hyrule Castle itself.
Only brief glimpses of the castle could be seen through the rain–a dark silhouette highlighted by flashes of lightening. Towers were being blown apart and entrances blocked with tumbled ruin.
“This night can’t get any worse.” Brigo thought. Then a Blood Moon rose.
It was the second time in a matter of days. The telltale red sparks began floating from the ground. Even through the storm the red orb could been seen. The beast roared over the thunder. All blood moons shook the stoutest heart.
Then beams of light came streaking across Hyrule Field. Lightning? No. Worse. The Guardians that roamed near the castle had found a target. Brigo squinted into the rain lashed darkness, searching for movement whenever lightning flashed.
He spotted it easily. A figure astride a horse black as night wielding a sword that shown with a clear white light was racing towards East Guard Post. Three guardians stalkers chased the horse and rider. Lightning flashed as the horse jumped a set of tumbled walls in the ruins.
It was the Hero of the Blue Light! He was covered in the strange glowing armor Brigo had heard stories about. His face was obscured by the helmet. But Brigo knew it was him.
The stalkers crashed through the walls and nearly caught the flagging horse. The hero turned and slashed at one of the creatures. A sickle of light burst from the sword and slammed into the Guardian’s eye, knocking it back. The horse and rider disappeared around the bend in the road, two of the guardians still in pursuit.
Brigo was unsettled for days after the storm. He asked every traveler he saw for news of the hero, but all the stories were old. They were all from before the great storm, which was what everyone talked about. Regan from Lurelin Village said he saw the body of a black horse in Lake Hylia. Brigo almost abandoned his post to check.
A warm front blew in from the south. The air grew humid, hot, and heavy. The land seemed to be holding it’s breath.
Brigo was nervous. What happened that night? Where was the Hero? He asked everyone who passes his bridge for news, but all the stories he heard were from before the big storm. He slept fitfully.
Days passed, the land lay under a humid funk. Till one night Brigo fell into a heavy sleep from nervous exhaustion.
He dreamt the Hero passed by his bridge again. His features were hidden in the shadows under his hood, but Brigo recognized the calm blue eyes and the glowing slate at his hip. The horse he was riding was not the black one named Rhoam. This one was much larger, brown, and held itself with a dignity no wild-caught horse ever would. Brigo shivered. It was Epona–the horse of legend.
In his dream the Hero got off his horse and left something beside Brigo’s lean-to. He could not see what it was. A cool front seemed to blow in with the swordsman, and Brigo fell into an untroubled sleep.
When he woke he was sure he had dreamt the whole thing. But the morning was more clear and cool than it had been for days. So at least that part of his dream was real.
Then he saw the brass sword hilt propped against his lean-to. It had not been there the night before. There was no blade, until Brigo picked it up. Then a razor edge appeared, a blade made of bright blue light. An Ancient Guardian Sword. Brigo gazed up at the Great Plateau.
It was a long summer. The days were warm, but not uncomfortable. Time passed without new stories of the Hero. The sword was proof he was still alive, but where was he?
Late one evening Brigo noticed something strange. A strange mist had fallen over the Great Plateau. He thought at first it was a trick of the twilight, but the sky was clear. It looked like mist, but it had only fallen on the Great Plateau. It didn’t seem malevolent, but was unsettling none the less. When night fell the mist disappeared in the darkness. Brigo slept with one eye open.
A burst of light jolted him awake!
It was the predawn hours, the first hints of sunrise were appearing in the eastern sky. From the Great Plateau a burst of light, green, yellow, blue, and red, shot to the four corners of Hyrule.
Brigo strained his eyes in the darkness. He thought he might have spotted a figure in a paraglider floating through the predawn sky. And were those hoof beats heading towards Zora’s Domain?
From then on Brigo only heard distant rumors of the Hero. He might have been spotted in the far reaches of Hebra, or deep in the desert. Or high upon a craggy peak of Death Mountain. He seemed to have disappeared into the wild.
Summer waned. Brigo settled down by his fire and noticed for the first time in months he was happy for its warmth. The first chill of fall was in the air. He looked into the cloudless sky and watched the stars appear, shining like diamonds across the heavens.
He lost track of time. The chill in the night gave a clarity to the air that brought into sharp focus everything in his view. Hyrule Field, Hyrule itself, seemed awash in blue light from the towers, shrines, and Divine Beasts that looked over the land. Even the stars seemed to rain down blue light. The view gave Brigo a feeling of strength and peace despite the powerful monsters that had invaded during the summer. All except Hyrule Castle.
Hyrule Castle was still choked in sick red miasma. In fact the reek seemed thicker than ever. Brigo could barely see the castle through it, and what he could see filled Brigo with a great sadness.
The castle was falling apart, nearly a complete ruin. There were more tumbled spires than standing ones after the big summer thunderstorm. Most of the entrances were choked with rubble. And everywhere it seemed to glow with malice.
Still, the ancient stonework held strong, in defiance of the evil that infested it. The castle seemed to glow with its own light. Not blue, but a pure gold. Like what he had seen the first day of spring. It felt far older, and far stronger.
“Do you mind if I share your fire?”
Brigo had not heard the horse and rider approach, and he said “Be my guest!” before he even looked. He would love company to share this view. Then his mouth fell open.
It was the Hero of the Blue Light.
At first Brigo thought he was dreaming again. The horse Link sat upon was Epona, the horse of legend. There was no mistaking the dignity and pride she held herself with. She was no horse tamed out of the wilds. She was born on one of the great ranches of Old Hyrule Kingdom.
The Hero was wearing clothing Brigo had never heard anyone mention in any story. There was a brown shirt and shorts covered by a simple green tunic. There was no adornment, save some delicate stitching at the end of the short sleeves. He wore a cap of the same green, but with a pale yellow stripe around the brim. It brought to mind a much simpler age, and yet felt so right. It felt like Hyrule.
New clothes or not, there was no doubt this was the same young man Brigo had met months before. At his hip was the strange glowing slate, and Brigo would never forget those arresting blue eyes.
Link got off his horse and set aside the weapon set he had been carrying on his back. He bore a sword, shield, and bow that all looked the be made of delicately carved wood; the kind of which appear in stories about the children of the forest. Link sat by the fire.
“Who are you?” Brigo asked.
“Just a traveler.” Link said with a smile.
Brigo gaped for a moment, then regained his composure.
“You’ve traveled a long way since I saw you last.” Brigo said.
“Farther than some.” Link said.
He fell silent after that, and sat staring into the fire.
It took Brigo some time to work up the nerve to talk again.
“You…you haven’t traveled by here very often.”
“This is an important route.” Link said, then he looked at Brigo. “But I knew it was well defended.”
It took a moment for what Link said to set in. He didn’t trust himself to speak after that.
Time passed. The moon rose. Brigo found that, though he was just across the fire, the young man was hard see. His clothes blended perfectly with the landscape. If Brigo wasn’t looking right at him he seemed to fade into the colors of the grass and soil and trees around them. The Hero in his green and brown tunic, the horse, they seemed one and the same as Hyrule itself.
After some time, Brigo fell asleep.
He woke in the early pre-light of dawn to find Link standing above him.
He no longer wore the green tunic. Now he wore the blue Champion’s tunic Brigo had heard so much about. The tunic that bore the shape of a goddess forged sword on its chest. That sword now rested on the hero’s back, alongside the Hylian Shield. A powerful bow, shaped like the wings of a great eagle, was slung on his back. On his brow he wore a diamond circlet. The gold of the shield and bow glittered in the light of the fire.
“Brigo I am not just a traveler.” Link said. “I am the Hylian Champion chosen to fight against the Calamity one hundred years ago. I am the appointed knight of Princess Zelda, the living descendant of the Goddess Hylia, who even now is holding back the Great Calamity that dwells within Hyrule Castle. I go now to fight the Calamity with the Princess. And I need your help.”
Brigo gulped. “Why me?”
Link smiled at him, that same confident smile he wore the first time they met.
“I’ve traveled to every corner of Hyrule. From the far edge of the Gerudo Desert, to the frozen north of the Hebra Mountains, to deep in the Faron Jungle. And in all that time I’ve only met one person like you. You guard this bridge simply because it needs to be done. It’s an important route. There are others who defend the land. Some are soldiers protecting kingdoms, some regular folk who guard stretches of road near a town or a stable. But they all sleep in beds at night. They all live around other people. You are the only person who lives out in the wild protecting others just because it needs to be done.”
“I’m not the only person…” Brigo said, thinking of all the stories he had heard about Link. He gulped again “What do you need?”
“I am heading to the one place in all Hyrule I have not been; the Inner Sanctum of Hyrule Castle. Once there the Princess and I will destroy Calamity Ganon and restore peace.”
Brigo didn’t, couldn’t speak.
“Brigo the Princess has held Calamity Ganon inside the castle for one hundred years. She will be tired after our battle, and it will be a long way on foot to rest and comfort.”
Link pointed to Dueling Peaks. “You have a horse at the stable beyond Dueling Peaks, right?” Brigo nodded and Link continued. “I need you to go there and get your horse, as well as a horse I’ve prepared for the Princess. It is a white horse dressed in the gear of the Royal Family that I’ve named Shadow. They know you are coming. Get it and your own horse and come back here.”
Link paused and looked at the castle.
“When you get back here, wait and watch. I’m not sure what I’m going to find in the inner sanctum, but I suspect you’ll see something worth telling your children about. When the battle is over, rush with Shadow to the castle.”
“The castle?!” Brigo couldn’t keep the fear out of his voice.
Link looked at him. “It’s dangerous to go alone, take this.”
From his harness Link withdrew a sword sheathed in a black scabbard. The handle was a deep onyx, and when Brigo drew the blade he saw it was black as midnight as well. It looked incredibly sharp. A Royal Guard’s Broadsword.
Link whistled and in a moment Epona was by his side. He mounted, and together they turned toward Hyrule Castle. Epona let out a loud snort, and then they were gone.
He ran for Dueling Peak Stables harder and faster than he had ever run in his life. He didn’t take the time to clip the broadsword into his harness–he simply held the sheathed blade in one hand and ran.
By the time he crossed Big Twin Bridge his lungs were burning for air. He nearly ran into Beedle, who fell with a loud twump and kicked up a cloud of dust when he jumped out of the way.
“Welcome! Welcome to our fi..” Began Tasseren the stable manager.
“I need my horse!” Brigo yelled. “And Shadow–the white one!”
Brigo was back at Proxim Bridge before noon. He galloped both horses to the center and stood in his stirrups to look at Hyrule Castle.
Everything seemed normal.
It was a quiet day, surprisingly warm considering how cold it had been the night before. Brigo strained his eyes, but nothing happened. Nothing to indicate this day was different from any other. Yet the air was still. Hyrule held its breath.
Brigo stared in the castle gloom for hours, yet saw nothing. Once he might have seen a flash of blue along one of the outer walkways, but he couldn’t be sure. Still, he never looked away. He let the horses drift. His seemed to want to head back to the stables, but Shadow kept him nearby.
It was as the sun was lowering in the west that it happened. Every hair on Brigo’s body suddenly stood on end and his skin tingled. The air buzzed with energy as the whole kingdom seemed to sing like a choir reaching a crescendo.
Great beams of blue light burst from the four Divine Beasts perched around Hyrule. They cut through the air and met at the top of Hyrule Castle.
“Yeeeeessssss!” Brigo cried as he thrust his sword into the air. “Link! Yeaaahhhhh!” He thrust his sword in the air over and over, tears streaming down his face.
Then, quiet. Some climatic battle was taking place inside Hyrule Castle, Brigo had no doubt. But from the outside nothing could be seen. Again Brigo waited. The Kingdom waited. Even the sun seemed to pause to watch before sliding behind the Gerudo Highlands.
When it happened, Brigo nearly threw up. Red embers and the cloud of malice that would appear during a blood moon suddenly filled the air with a choking reek. It burned his lungs and left him feeling sick and weak. The cloud of malice coalesced in the middle of Hyrule Field, and out from the gloom stepped a horror. It was an immense dark beast, a boar, made of malice and as large as a mountain.
Brigo flinched as beam of terrible energy burst from the dark beast’s mouth and seared across Hyrule Field. He no longer held his sword high, now he could barely clutch it for terror that shook him.
The dark beast raged, rending the grass and earth of Hyrule Field. Another beam of dark energy rent the air. It was going to tear the entire kingdom apart in its rage.
Brigo shook with terror. Far in the back of his mind a voice he hadn’t heard in months began to wail.
“The end is here!”
Where was Link? Where was the Hero of the Blue Light? Was he defeated? Was all lost?
The beast turned again–turned towards Proxim Bridge. Brigo could only watch in horror as a beam began to sear across the field straight for him.
The monster bucked, fliched, and roared in pain! It collapsed on right side as if struck, but Brigo couldn’t see what had struck it.
Link and Epona crested the small rise north of East Guard Post. Even through the malice filled air he could see the great golden bow Link held.
The dark beast roared and the world shook. But through the din Brigo heard an answering neigh from Epona. She reared and charged, taking her and Link out of sight beyond the rise.
Three arrows made of pure golden light struck the malice covered side of the monster. In the back of his mind Brigo was surprised the arrows Link shot were a golden light and not blue, but soon he understood.
The real battle was taking place inside the dark beast.
It was Princess Zelda, Brigo realized. She had held Calamity Ganon in the castle for a hundred years. And now she was trapped, Or had forced her way into? the shell of the beast. Now she was breaking gaps in the shell of malice so Link could fire at what dwelled within.
It was her bow that Link wielded. The golden power came from her. It was the power Brigo had sensed in Hyrule Castle; ancient, pure, and far more powerful than the blue light.
The battle did not last long. Link flanked the beast twice, then struck a hard blow to its chest by riding underneath its massive body.
Brigo didn’t see the final shot. The beast turned and sent a blast across the field to Hyrule Castle. The old stone walls would be blown apart.
The beam was cut short! Link and Epona had stood between Hyrule Castle and the dark beast and charged into the blast. An arrow of light slammed into the creature’s head. It slumped to the ground.
Brigo choked as malice vapor filled the air again, but his eyes never moved. A star burst from the monster’s head, shining bright as the noon sun.
It was Zelda, the Princess of Hyrule. Brigo was the first to see her in one hundred years.
The collapsed beast stared at the minuscule princess. It snorted, tried to stir. The Princess did not move.
Then, the malice fled, melted away and left the beast that had haunted Hyrule Castle to face the Princess alone.
The monstrous vapor, the great boar’s head that had cried out on the first day of spring, rose high into the night sky, wheeled, and then charged toward the earth. It never made it.
A brilliant sphere of pure golden light engulfed the beast. It tried to turn, to flee, but too late. The golden sphere snapped shut, and the beast was gone.
It was morning. How much time had passed? The sun had not yet crested the mountains.
Brigo stood there, awestruck until Shadow stamped his hoof impatiently.
His senses returned to him, Brigo climbed on his horse Nella and began riding toward the castle.
East Gaurd Post was empty, the monsters fled.
Brigo road across Hyrule Field, the field whose view he had admired for so long. It had been beautiful, but alway a place of dread–the domain of the awful Guardian Stalkers. Now Brigo rode across it in complete joy. Hyrule was saved! It felt like the whole kingdom had come alive.
Brigo neared the figures of Link and the Princess. He in his blue Champion’s Tunic, her in a stained white and gold dress. Just as he got within earshot, he heard the Princess say.
“Do you really remember me?”