The Triforce was the most powerful relic in the kingdom of Hyrule, created by the three goddesses Din, Nayru, and Farore; so when the questionable advisor, Hawkmoth offered to guard the sacred relic, Prince Adrien was wary. In his dreams, he saw a dark future, lead by the man his father seemingly trusted, and he prayed that if the day were to come, the hero of legend would come to save their kingdom. He summoned his brother and Prince of the Twilight for his thoughts. "Adrien," he said, "If what you're predicting in your dreams is true, you must warn mother, and in turn, the people."

"But what if they don't believe me? It wouldn't be the first time." he worried. If he was wrong, he would never be trusted again!

Prince Felix sighed, "then keep it to yourself, but go on your own free will to search for the hero of legend. Warn them of what may be to come, so he or she will be ready if the time comes." he left for the twilight once more and left the young prince of Hyrule alone to ponder the issue alone.

Adrien turned to his fairy. "What should I do, Plagg?"

The fairy just shrugged and yawned. "I dunno, kid; why not separate the forces?"

"that's... actually not a bad idea." Adrien quickly strode to the room where the triforce was kept, waiting for Hawkmoth to leave the room and join his mother for a meeting. He watched in horror as the masked man wished upon the relic, only to watch it split apart into three; "Mother! The Triforce has broken!" he cried out, shrinking and casting away the Triforce of courage to the outskirts of the kingdom, in search of the hero. Hawkmoth attempted to grab the other two pieces but was only able to reach the triforce of power before Adrien's mother arrived, outraged. The evil man took off with the piece, while Adrien picked up the triforce of wisdom, prepared to cast it away as well.

"Keep it, son," Queen Angeline told him, "The further apart the pieces of the triforce are, the more difficult it will be for Hawkmoth to retrieve them and make his wish."

Adrien nodded and linked the triforce to the ring he wore. 'Dark times are coming,' he thought, staring at the empty pedestal, 'dark times indeed. Please, hero; come soon.'