You were with Patrick. Your loyal knight. The champion of Hyrule. You just adored him. Although his constant attendance got on your nerves sometimes, you appreciated him all the same.

You two were in the spring of light. Maybe, just maybe you would awaken your power. The power that could save your land as royalty, that was given to you by being a descendant of the greatest a long, long time ago.

But no matter how many times you prayed to Goddess Hylia yourself you could not awaken your powers. Your legs were in the spring water as you had your knees on the praying podium, looking up at the goddess. Water ran. A silent princess or two had sprouted at the bottom of the statue.

But it was all to no avail. Why couldn't it work? Why couldn't you work? You fell into your hands and cried.

Patrick came up behind you and grabbed your shoulder gently. You turned, looking at his concerned face. He didn't talk, because he rarely did. The master sword secure on his back. Why did he get everything right, but you couldn't?