The Final Question

[Dark Link]

Lyra had remained silent throughout most of the exchange with the god-like entity, her young mind attempting to absorb everything they had learned and everything that had transpired. Yet, the sheer magnitude of it all didn't overwhelm her like she thought it would — in fact, she felt almost unusually calm and collected. There was no doubt that this was in part due to the nature of the place they had found themselves in. Within Omni's majestic halls resided a supernatural stillness that was calming, even oddly comforting. It was as if time itself had come to a standstill, giving any and all visitors respite from its non-stop and merciless ebbs and flows.

The girl felt lost during the discussion that had taken place. She had never considered herself to be particularly smart, and the debate between her companions and Omni only served to reaffirm that belief. The meaning of life, the nature of the universe, the reasons behind what people do and what they attempt to accomplish...Those were topics for philosophers and saints, not a Hylian street urchin.

But as her blue gaze shifted to Grobdum, part of her felt regret that she was incapable of providing any answers. After his initial outburst, their goblin comrade had also fallen into silence, quietly contemplating his situation. It was abundantly clear that the shaman had hit upon an impasse, not wanting to continue down his well-trodden path, yet uncertain which of the roads less traveled by to take. It broke the girl's heart to see her friend so lost, so lifeless and resigned to his fate. Opening her mouth, she wanted to provide him with words of wisdom, words of comfort, anything at all to make him feel better about himself and his place in the world. But as much as she tried, the right words always eluded her. In truth, she had no idea if there was any way she could help lessen his burden, which made the entire situation that much more difficult.

Upon noticing that the discussion had died down, Lyra turned to look at Omni's near featureless form once again. Whether by chance or by fate, the creator of the Omniverse turned out to be surprisingly similar to the wooden idol she had carved in an attempt to produce an approximate facsimile. Though she did not dare say so out loud, the girl originally considered her design to be a failed attempt, as she had imagined the entity somewhat differently. If nothing else, she thought that Omni would be much taller and imposing, though his place of residence turned out to be awe-inspiring enough.

Once it seemed that the rest had said their part, the archer took a deep breath. Pushing her concerns for the troubled shaman temporarily aside, she took bold steps towards Omni. The ruler of the domain didn't react at all as the teenager came within a few feet of him before coming to a halt. Suddenly feeling nervous, Lyra attempted to gather her bearings and swallowed the heavy lump in her throat before parting her lips: "O-Omni, I.....if it's all the same to you, I want to become a Prime as well. I mean...I don't know how this will turn out, but..." Taking a moment to glance at the others, she resumed: "But I want to help Onion...I want to be able to protect those that have become dear to me."

The archer hastily added: "B-But...but before you do that, there is something I have to ask....something only you can answer. You're the one who summons all the Primes, right? And we secondaries are summoned by Primes...so you must know who summoned us...right?" Balling her hands into fists and raising them, she gave the god-like being her most determined and focused expression before finally posing the question that had plagued her for so long: "Please, I want to know...who was the Prime that summoned me?"