The sheikah tribe is a very feared and revered tribe that inhabits the Eastern lands of Hyrule. They are strong magic wielders and skilled fighters all the same. Although the smallest tribe of peoples in Hyule, they are the most powerful. The history of the sheikah tribe is mostly unknown except for the story of the Kurama. The story tells that the sheikahs were engaged in an endless battle with a large beast known as the Kurama, or ninetails. As its name implies, the beast was an enormous golden foxlike creature with nine tails. Countless sheikahs fell namelessly before the powerful beast as it was locked into an eternal battle with the tribe. It wished dearly to consume sheikan magic in order to absorb the entirety of the world, leaving nothing but a desolate wasteland. When the last rays of hope were fading for the sheikan people, a hero staggered from the ashes. It was the village leader, Oki Nazagul, wielding the fabled demon sword, Kutani. Oki had sacrificed his soul in order to travel to the underworld and search for Kutani. Successful in his search, Oki now stood alone in front the ninetails, a mere shell of the man he used to be. He leapt at the beast and after an exhausting battle, managed to grasp the upper hand. While the ninetails was down, Oki, using his new found demon magic, did all he could to rid his tribe of the beast. With his last ounce of energy, Oki defeated the terrifying beast and sealed it away deep into the village shrine. His deeds done and the tribe saved, Oki accepted his fate and returned to the underworld where he was to spend the rest of eternity, taking Kutani with him. Hundreds of years have passed since that fateful day and the Kurama has remained dormant ever since. The shrine is located near the center of the village and is said to be completely full proof against magic, monsters, and people.
"Amira?" Ren asked playfully as he searched around the forest. "Amira where are you?" he asked once more as he leaned against a tree ready to give up. "Okay I can't find you," he laughed and sat down at the snowy base of the tree legs extended with his hands behind his head. Just then a young female, around the age of 19, appeared out of nowhere. She was straddling his legs and playfully held a stick at the man's throat with one hand. She had placed her other gloved hand on Ren's chest to maintain her balance.
"Ren you lose," she said as she looked into the red eyes of her love, "Why would you let your guard down?"
"Well," he said as he quickly stole the stick from her and switched positions with her, "Who said I lost?" Doing everything she could to withhold her giggles, Amira finally gave in.
"Alright, alright you win," she said defeated. "Good," Ren laughed, "now I will take that victory kiss I was promised." Ren tossed the stick into the snow, pressing his lips to hers, and laced the fingers of his left hand with Amira. He gently ran his fingers through her silky, golden hair as he continued the kiss. After a few moments the couple broke apart.
"I like winning," Ren said teasingly as he stood up and extended a hand to Amira. After the two emerged from the forest they walked hand in hand back to Amira's house.
"Mother I am home," Amira said as she and Ren entered the house.
"Hello Amira," her mother said as she glanced from her cooking, "oh hello Ren." Amira's mother, Keshena, emerged from her work and embraced the boy in a warm hug. "We always enjoy your company," Keshena said smiling.
"I always enjoy visiting," the blonde boy smiled at the kind woman. Amira made her way to the coach passing a picture of her late father sitting on the fireplace mantle. Her father, the chieftain of the sheikahs, had died of a terrible disease that swept the land five years ago. Her uncle was in charge of running the large village until she becomes of age at twenty years old in a few days, then she would be the village's first ever female leader. She also glanced at her father's great-grandfather, Oki Nazagul, in another picture frame. As she sat down on the couch her younger siblings emerged from their rooms to greet her. She had three younger siblings: Liliana who was thirteen years old, Paisley who was nine, and Tera who was six. The young girls were extremely fond of Ren as he was a father type figure to them.
"Ren and Amira are home!" Tera squealed with excitement.
"Yay! Its story time!" Paisley responded equally excited.
"Hey Ren," Liliana said as she went to help her mother in the kitchen and her two younger sisters took their seats on either side of Ren. He would tell stories of faraway lands and epic battles until the young ones drifted off to sleep. He and Amira would carry Paisley and Tera to the room they shared and tuck them into bed. After the four older sheikahs ate dinner it was time for Ren to head home. As he grabbed his jacket Amira stopped him.
"Are you parents at home?" she asked cautiously. "Nope," Ren smiled. "Good, because I'm coming with you," she smiled.