You are Link, a young girl raised among the Faron Rangers. Your kind is solitary, and you've not spoken more than three words to any other ranger since your apprenticeship ended. The shadow creeps into these woods ever more. Where once the glades were lit by the light through the canopy, now the mirk of darkness creeps between the roots. You aren't sure there <span class="mu-i">are</span> any other rangers, anymore.

Your sword is slightly bitten by rust, and the point of the blade snapped off last week after a desperate thrust. You've retreated deeper and deeper into the woods, and the lore of the rangers can no longer guide you. Wandering through the misty dells, you suddenly find the trees have been replaced with broken columns.

"What is this place..." you wonder as you follow the crumbling markers. Soon the ground is broken by the occasional bit of smooth, broken slab. "A road, perhaps?"

You continue up the shattered pathway, noting a larger fragment of the road marked with a triad of triangles, though the sign means little to you. Despite your woodland training, the entrance to the temple sneaks up on you.

It's a huge portal with a pointed arch shape, so overgrown by moss, roots, and covered in a thin layer of dirt as to appear part of the forest itself. You're speechless as you cross inside. Golden-green sunlight pours into the space through the shattered ceiling. Occasionally, fragments of green, blue, and red glass long-imbedded in the soil under the walls catches the light. At the far end of the ruin, an altar has been tilted back by a jutting root. You approach with a light step.

Plain white stone. A slight stain of some sort along the entire top surface, vaguely human in shape.

You feel a sense of tranquility and the sacred. Then you recoil. Behind the altar, having apparently rolled off many centuries ago, is the desiccated body of a woman. Her cheeks are hollow, her eyes sunken, her skin an ashy grey and her hair brittle and fallen away. She might have once worn a burial gown fitting a royal, but only tatters are left. A silver circlet with a triangular crest lies near her head, tangled in what remains of her hair.

Before you can recover from your initial shock, there's a thrumming in your ears. An owl lands in the space where once a stained-glass window displayed what scene who can say. It's long been shattered.

The throbbing sound in your ears brings you to your knees. You would scream, if it were any more painful. It seems to form words.

"Seek... the shards... of her soul..."

The throbbing stops. You feel a sense of purpose, but you don't know where this came from. You recognize the ruins around you as the Temple of Time.

As you leave the temple in a daze, you mutter under your breath, trying to commit this to memory.

"Shrine of the Deep, Lanayru, Shrine of Light, Hebra, Shrine of Death..." you gulp. "Eldin."

Where will you go first?

>>Lanayru
>>Hebra
>>Eldin