A/N

This was originally posted as a companion oneshot to a multi-chaptered story I did, Cycle of Eternity, a narrative theorisation on the single timeline theory. With that theory stated to have been null and void however, the fic was taken down, this oneshot along with it. However, while I have yet to return to CoE, I've decided that this oneshot can stand on its own for now. As for its details...well, work it out...(actually posted as part of a fanfic 100 challange, but that's another matter).

Disclaimer: Nintendo owns all rights to the Zelda series.

Beginnings

It's funny that when death stares one in the face that the reactions of sentient creatures fall into distinct categories. One is focus on something so pointless that their final moments feel akin to the mundaneness of common existance. The other encompasses revelations so significant that it eats away at the soon to be released soul, that death, in its inevitability, is smothering what could be taken as the greatest insight.

Some things are never to be learnt…

There is a saying circulated among the great minds of Hyrule that the quest for knowledge is like that of a never ending hallway. As one goes down, the doors to either side are steadily opened, revealing new answers to questions sought for in the ever continuing journey. For each door opened however, another is formed at the hallway's end, the passage itself ever extending, the joruney ever continuing.

No-one said anything about the hallway being doomed to regress…

Heh…death comes for me and I find myself reflecting on the most mundane things. True, to one of Hyrule's lesser creatures, such knowledge as I possess, the same knowledge that I'm reflecting on to avoid giving into fear, might be seen as revolutionary by those of wisdom, but I doubt that they would fully appreciate it. Knowledge does not necessarily grant happiness, and in the knowledge that the proverbial hallway is doomed to both loop and regress would hardly do those who take after Nayru any favours.

A cycle of eternity can do that to people…

But all this means nothing in the long run. Such knowledge as I possess, fitting into the category of revelations yet separate from it can not be passed down, whether it be by speech, writing or even the transition of memes. Knowledge is bound by time, designed to fade into obscurity with its passage regardless of the efforts of the living. Yet the cycle of time is just as cruel. If time is cyclic, how can knowledge be used? How can progress be made?

Death is what awaits all life-part of the cruelty of existance. For all the fear it brings, death is still part of a natural cycle. Yet there is nothing natural for death being herald for what is to come-a constant repition of events as carried out by he from the desert, as ordained by those above. It is these things that I cannot tell the boy without a fairy. What would be gained by telling him that he is meerly the first of what will be many, that his actions mean nothing in the long run?

There is a saying that while the weak bow their heads and succumb to fate, the strong stand tall and cry out against it.

We're not strong enough.

My time is ending swiftly, just as swift as the progression of time itself. Time's passage has been converted into a a cyle. A cycle that, with the repeating battles played out between power, wisdom and courage, is set to last for eternity, up to time's end and the extinction of mortal flesh.

Everything has a beginning…

But not everything has an end.