The Well in Kakariko was the reason Lily learned how to fight. She was nowhere near good at it, but at least it allowed her to survive down there better than before. She hadn't needed to learn how to fight before she came to Kakariko.
Lily grew up in castle town, her mother a seamstress and her father a soldier in Hyrule castle. Her hardworking mother who could barely put bread on the table alone, and her lazy father who made for a terrible knight, yet put wine in his wife's hands when she asked it. They lived a good life, comfortable in their more than poverty, less than lordship state.
Or rather, they lived comfortably, while their daughter grew restless. Little Lily flower, as soon as she could walk, wanted an adventure. She didn't want to be a hero, or princess like the other children, she just wanted to move. She wanted to move constantly, see new things, meet new people... Her parents thought she'd grow out of it. It was just a phase, she'd enjoy having a quiet life in the city after a while.
Yet after years of exploring, countless nights of sneaking past the gates, feeling the thrill of avoiding the nightly undead, Lily never grew out of it. Her parents didn't realize that she never would until she turned 16. Oh her 16th birthday, she was, as usual, given the chance to ask for one thing, anything, and her father would deliver. She asked for a Horse.
She was gone before the sun rose on the third day. With money saved from deliveries, picking up from the grass, finding rupees in pots around the city, Lily made her way to Kakariko, and she'd lived there since. Not a word from her parents made her wonder how dim witted they were, not realizing where she'd gone. Because really, they were less than a day's ride away.
It has been 5 years without a word to, or from, her parents, and Lily had barely noticed. She was too busy trying to make her way around the terrifying, enlightening sights Kakariko had to offer. She'd already scoured the Graveyard, avoiding Dampé the whole way, found her way inside a few graves - and wasn't that terrifying? Not as much as the Well, she could assure you.
She would never be able to get over walking through walls. Or giant severed hands falling from the ceiling. Or animated corpses that screamed terrifying screams before attempting to eat you. She could hear the dead speaking through the corpses left behind there for Hylia's sake! If there was one thing the Well had taught her, was that hesitating likely meant death.
It was a miracle she was still alive at all.
Now, at 21 years of age, she sat in her small home near the mouth of death mountain, studying and fiddling with a strange purple mirror, an eye staining the tinted glass. It was a strange little device, and she wished it had been somewhere other than the end of the maze that was the bottom of the well. It would have been useful for navigating the place, seeing as it revealed the hidden halls and doorways.
What was the point of hiding something that only appeared to have use in the very place you hid it? While it was a great technique for hiding something extremely valuable... Maybe this would have uses somewhere else? Where though?
Lily would spend the next weeks ahead searching the tombstones, lowering herself into deeply trenched, chambered graves, checking the walls fruitlessly.
((Just testing the waters. Fandom hopping right now; entered Zelda yesterday and caved to temptation .))