The edge of the Zora's domain was perfect for an outcast.
It was peaceful and quiet, little to be bothered by and little to bother.
Apart from the beasts and monsters.
But that was what made this place great!
All the vicious creatures forced out by the 'employed' Zora guards lived on the outskirts of the domain with him.
A constant supply of things to fight.
He'd show them how to REALLY protect their land.
Galvatron may be a retired royal guard, but he still ripped shreds out of beasts.
Then again, he wasn't exactly old or of 'retiring' age.
He was allowed to go, so he did.
He'd spent all his life being ridiculed; fighting just to get by; and then got employed to fight and then be ridiculed at the same time.
No, that wouldn't do, he didn't need to fight for those that shunned him, so he left and continued his fight for life far away from everyone else.
He lived in the danger zone.
He lived near Rito territory.
The monsters were an ever-present danger but the occasional Rito patrol was something fun to spy on and avoid.
To glare at and mumble angrily.
The two races shared a common ancestor, yet generations ago there was an incident and both sides blamed each other.
They had been warring ever since.
Although for many, many years now the war had quietened down, border patrols were still quite vicious and trespassers may or may not lose a few limbs or lives if discovered.
Galvatron had fought Rito before, how could he not?
A royal guard during times of tension? It was inevitable.
But that was behind him now, now it was just lingering feelings of bitterness.
Bitterness at most things that crossed his path.
The little coral-based nest was nice and comfortable, it let Galvatron nestle himself in-between the wall and the sandy floor of his home.
Droplets of sunlight slowly shifted back and forth as they decorated the sands with their wavy patterns and details. It at least made the water warm as Galvatron pushed his way out of his little cubbyhole of a nest.
It wasn't worth putting on his clothes.
Not that they counted as clothes really.
A belt with two sashes of yellow fabric stitched on that moved closer together at the front, covering his groin.
And that was it.
Galvatron couldn't be bothered with it today and left it in a small chest that contained his belongings.
Besides he could hear something…
Yes, something was making a racket and it was annoying.
Swimming out of the small network of coral tubes that made up his home Galvatron kept himself pressed close as possible to the floor so as not to disturb the disturber.
Out of his cave Galvatron could see the clear rise in the sands as the lake thinned out to reach it's beach, along the nearby area several huge lumps of mossy rocks made lovely hiding places for a variety of life.
The life that was bringing Galvatrons attention wasn't even below water.
The light filtering through the water's surface pulsed as the lake was disturbed by something.
The surface rippled violently as something moved along it.
Peering from below Galvatron couldn't see much through the distortion of the water's surface but he could see something blue and four two-pronged feet skimming the surface.
A blue Tektite.
A simple enough problem.
Standing on the warm sands near the lakes edge, Galvatron crouched.
One good upward push was enough, his streamlined body shot upwards, the water parted quickly for his purple form as it sped forth.
The Tektite had little time to react as Galvatron shouldered the beast in its underside, it's four feet losing their careful stance on the water, sending its body under the surface.
Galvatron wrapped his arms around the body, hoping to make the best of it being stunned.
His claws scrabbled against its underside, trying to wrestle the beast over but it didn't remain stunned for long as it's legs curled round, two claws attempting to swipe at the unwanted touch.
Squirming against the beasts' underside Galvatron couldn't move without placing himself in direct line of the arching claws, the tumbling fight gently thumped into the sandy floor prompting the Tektite to start wobbling violently from side-to-side as it found leverage against the stable surface.
With panic fuelling him as the big insect managed to put itself upright on the sands Galvatron jutted his arm out, bringing his hand down on the beasts' big eye.
The squishy organ quickly throbbed in his grip as the Tektite spewed forth a shriek that died in a sea of bubbles underwater.
With little thought the creature powered forwards trying to surface, but Galvatron had it by it's weak point.
He was in command now.
With a grunt only audible underwater Galvatron lurched forwards, pushing his arm into the Tektite's eye socket crushing the sloppy organ between his webbed fingers.
Blood and fluids twisted out into the water like dark snakes, only increasing in intensity as Galvatron continued to force his arm down into the creature's remains.
Only when the body ceased twitching did Galvatron remove his arm from the corpse.
Good.
He didn't want any more scars, not today.
Picking up the body Galvatron dragged it the rest of the way to the surface, ignoring the increase of it's weight now the water ceased to support it, the Zora pulled it out until it was placed carefully within the edges of the forest that guarded all sides of the lake.
Some other creature could scavenge it's remains.
Without a word Galvatron sunk back below the waters of the lake.
Another beast would no doubt be along, and another fight would entertain him.
Until then, he had other hobbies to entertain him.
Beneath the water Galvatron had constructed a crude home, using the largest rocks he could find both underwater and above ground, he had built onto a natural little hole, creating a large place for himself.
Small holes in the 'roof' of his home let him judge the time of day even when inside and provided natural lighting.
The bed was made of moss and soft corals he had brought from his homelands.
Ignoring the entrance, Galvatron swam to the back.
He had cultivated a small garden of corals behind his house.
It wasn't easy, this was no Ocean.
But some of the hardier varieties had survived, it helped some others survive too, as if the presence of the tougher coral had helped the more delicate varieties continue on.
Regardless they were nice colours, and made the place better.
There wasn't much he could do, but remove moss growing around the bases of the coral and check for any water-dwelling insects.
Nothing was threatening his coral today.
A few fish were hiding out in them but they sped away as Galvatron plucked the tiny growths of moss away from the bases.
Galvatron watched them vanish into the distance.
He was very hungry.
Leaving his coral garden behind Galvatron entered his home, the sandy floor and walls were decorated with shells and pretty rocks he had collected, stashed carefully behind some bigger rocks Galvatron kept several bands of woven metal.
They were pretty pieces of Zora jewellery.
He largely had them because of his time in the royal guard.
He had to wear them to look 'nice' and 'regal'.
There was no point to them now, but damn Galvatron couldn't just abandon such pretty pieces of work. Besides if any Zora did find him he could use them as proof of his significance and hopefully ward them off.
Shame there were memories attached to them.
Memories of how the King Ceatus had treated him like a status symbol, because stupid Zora couldn't accept something different and made rumors. Of course the King was interesting in being on top of the rumoured 'curse' or 'omen'.
Galvatron had lost track and interest in the rumors surrounding him a long while ago.
Puffing out a few bubbles of irritation Galvatron put his thoughts back on his gut.
Food time was better than bad-memory-time.
Elsewhere he had a spear propped up against a wall, not his weapon of choice but a decent one to keep around on the off chance it's needed.
Taking up the weapon Galvatron swam around the edge of the lake finding the shore that was covered in large rocks, creating several small rock pools.
Often swarming with tasty morsels.
Not quite as graceful on land as he was on the sea Galvatron practically flopped over the rim of one of the rockpools with a grumble.
Continuing to flop along Galvatron displaced a few tiny insignificant fish as he sat down in one pool and leaned over to another.
It was empty and prompted a loud whine as Galvatron stood up and moved over to a rockpool that actually had food in it.
Tracks, there were tracks near the rockpool.
Some travellers must have passed nearby here earlier, the tracks were old.
Shame.
Galvatron could admit to leaping out at some poor Hylians passing his lake once or twice before just to scare them.
Good times.
Oh well, a large crab half-hidden by a rock in the closest pool would do for him.
Galvatron prodded the cram with the pointy-end of the spear and the crustacean tried to withdraw further under the rock but it was too large.
Galvatron prodded it again and the crab decided to go on the offensive.
It stumbled out from under the rock and waved it's claws in a threatening manner.
How utterly cute of it.
He could let it live for a while longer.
Swapping the Spear around Galvatron prodded it with the harmless end and the crab grabbed onto the handle.
Wiggling the spear around Galvatron led the irate soon-to-be-food creature around on a little dance.
Some distant traveller was even providing music!
Slowing down the wiggling of the spear, Galvatron craned his head.
Far off in the distance someone was singing.
A lovely little melody, only boosted by this person having a nice smooth voice letting the notes ring out with a charming flow.
Okay, if he did spot whatever Hylian had passed through here earlier he could let them go without a scare.
Quietly he found himself squinting at the ground as if the motion would somehow, inexplicably help him hear better.
It was nicer than the distant boisterous laughter of the makeshift camps of travellers.
Either the singer had a deep voice that could carry sound for long distances or they were closer than initially thought.
At least it was a nice deviation from the norm- MOTHERFUCKER!.
Galvatron reeled back and hissed, the crab had got a hold of one of his toes, aggravated it had started clawing at anything new and possibly 'threatening'.
With it's claw still wrapped around his toe, Galvatron dropped his spear to the water and grabbed the crab, a claw in each hand he easily plucked it from his foot and from the water in turn.
With no offensive capabilities the crustacean slowly waved it's legs in the air as it tried in vain to escape.
Pulling it's arms away from it's body Galvatron had a clear bite.
It was delicious, the shell crunched under his teeth as it's back cracked into several pieces and it's flesh dribbled out into Galvatrons mouth.
Delicious.
With a mouth full of crab meat and shell Galvatron looked up.
The singing had stopped.
He'd probably alerted them to his presence.
Quietly something thumped in the distance.
The the trees exploded.
A flurry of leaves burst upwards as something sailed into the skies.
Dropping the crab and nearly choking on what he had in his mouth Galvatron sprang into the lake.
Ignoring the prickle of heated pain from his legs at the sudden strained movement he didn't slow until he was pressed to the sandy bottom, kicking up a cloud as he scurried along on all fours until he was safely in his home.