"Do you know who this is?" Purah asks quietly, presenting the young woman the ancient technology.
"No," the Queen replied nonchalantly. "Is he one of the young boys in training?"
"He's already trained, Zelda. He's no longer a boy."
"So why is he important?" The blonde girl asks, her eyes incurious.
"If you cannot recall," the old woman lays the Sheikah Slate back on the table, shutting it off in the process. She watches the half-black picture fade away as she looks up and gives Zelda a reassuring smile. "Then he is not important."
... a new series. To those reading my other story- don't worry, that story is still getting finished no matter what. I'm just starting this story for when I finish my other story and entertain myself with another piece. But if you're interested in this game, this particular ship, and this story- by all means, be my guest to read it.
To those who came just for this story, hello! This'll be my first fanfic for a video game and since I love this game so much, I'm so incredibly excited! Leave reviews, favs, or follow it if you'd like and hopefully I'll see you for another few chapters.
- Darrion