You have ventured for weeks from Hyrule. Finding the legendary Master Sword was never going to be an easy feat, of course, but you had not fully prepared for the absolute trek that is now almost behind you. You have been following a disembodied voice for a day or two now; one that is refined and gentle.

“You have walked far, traveler, and your journey is nearing its end,” the soothing voice resonates in your mind, “I am closer by the moment.” As you continue walking along this overwhelmingly foggy forest, you begin to see a shimmer in the distance. Something that is impossible not to be important, possibly even the end of your journey.

As your heart begins to pound, you walk towards the shimmer when it begins to take form. There it is: The Master Sword, the very thing that people have died just to even have a chance to witness the beauty of. You grasp the handle to pull it from the stone, and you pull upwards… to no avail.

“You are not the Hero destined for the Master Sword…” the familiar voice calls from within the blade. The sword begins to glow brightly when a beautiful spirit spirals upwards from within it. The spirit floats above you and begins to speak, “I apologize. This sword will remain where it resides. But your journey has been more than admirable, and for that, I shall grant 3 wishes. The wishes may not bring harm on others, you may not wish to be a God or the adjacent, and, of course, you may not wish for more wishes. I am Fi, The Spirit of The Sword. How may I serve you, Master?”