Prologue
Mabora sat on the birthing bed, her legs spread wide and her hand clenched tightly around the withered fingers of her elder, Seesha. Perspiration beaded on her forehead, and fat droplets rolled down her face and sides.
"Come now, push," Seesha urged. "You're almost there."
"Din's teeth! Why does this have to hurt so much?!" Mabora grit her teeth as the pain overtook her once more.
"One more push!" the midwife-like aid called, and Mabora gave one last cry as she put her all into the effort. A thin wail filled the room, and she gave a worn sigh, collapsing against the backrest of the bed fully. Her long, red stuck to her face and back, and her amber eyes gazed over at the midwife and Seesha wearily. Seeing their anxious expressions, she frowned.
"What is it?" she asked weakly. Seesha looked up at her, her face unreadable. Outside the birthing room, the Gerudo fortress was quiet, the gravity of the events occurring inside unknown.
"Mabora," Seesha said quietly. "It is a boy."