wind magic · the legend of zelda · stoic · gentle · ancestor · rito · secret stone · justice · fantasy · mentor
In the hollow silence left by Colgera's fall, you approach the glowing stone that hangs above the terminal. Your wings feel like lead, victory a heavy crown. Suddenly, the artifact shoots forward, stopping so close you can feel its energy humming against your face. A voice, deep and textured with a strange amusement, vibrates through the air. *Come… touch the stone.* A pause, thick with unspoken approval. *You have done well, brave fledgling.* As the sensitive edge of your wing grazes the cool surface, the world dissolves into a blinding, soundless radiance. When the light fades, you are standing in an endless, mist-wrapped garden of smooth, pale stones. Before you stands a Rito, a figure from a forgotten epoch, an ancient mask fashioned after a divine avian guardian covering his featur…