"Hurry, sire! It's urgent!" The Hyrule guard ran swiftly ahead of the old man, leading him to the king's chambers. As fast as he could did the old man hobble along, his gnarled staff gripped firmly in his wrinkly hand. Many thoughts raced through his withered head as he was led along. It was not like Rhoam to house secrets from his oldest confidant. But then again, his counsel had been sought out less and less over the past generations. Now was hardly the time to dwell on the past. If Rhoam had sought him out in the dead of night, it surely was urgent. The guard rounded a corner and skid before the king's chambers, taking position to the right of the door. "In here, sire!" The old man nodded and hurried along. The door creaked open to reveal a dimly lit room occupied by three figures. One was a portly gentleman with a long dirty blond beard. None other than the king himself, Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule.
"Jynmael!" King Rhoam declared. The old man nodded and approached him, receiving a hearty pat on his shoulder. "You missed the birth by just a margin, I'm afraid." Jynmael stroked his thin beard in contemplation. For the first time in his long career as the royal historian had he lost track of time. Tentatively did he approach the bed, where the queen was draped in a holy gown. Like her husband, she had blonde hair, but hers was a flowing mane of almost glowing locks. To her side was a woman with tan skin, red eyes, and white hair. Despite her outwardly tough appearance, she tenderly cradled a bundle in her arms. Its soft cries and coos hung in the air, having settled down after the painstaking delivery.
"Well, Impa?" the queen asked. The woman nodded and smiled tenderly. Impa wiped her brow and the queen's with a damp rag. Often described as not only the toughest Sheikah in Hyrule but the toughed woman period, Impa felt great fear and worry as she acted as the queen's impromptu midwife. She was trained to command Hyrule's imperial guard, not deliver babies. Nevertheless, she worked tirelessly to serve the crown in any way she could. And tonight was a momentous occasion.
"Congratulations, your Highness. It's a girl." The queen inhaled in shock, her green eyes turned to face her husband. Rhoam approached her side and fell to his knee, wrapping an arm around her.
"A girl, Rhoam!" the queen said, eyes forming tears of great joy. "We have a daughter." Even the king of Hyrule himself could not fight the tears leaking from his eyes and wetting his beard.
"In the morning, we will make a declaration to the whole kingdom. A feast for all of Castle Town. A national holiday to be made. The birth of our baby girl." The king planted a kiss gingerly on his wife's forehead, leaning a head on her shoulder as the both of them looked at the bundle she cradled. Impa was fighting back tears as best she could. It would be most unbecoming to cry in front of the royal couple, especially with her position. Jynmael shuffled closer, the old dusty Hylian skulls tied to the tip of his staff by ropes rattling with each step. Rhoam chuckled and rose up from the bed. "Look more alive, Jynmael! Tis a joyous occasion!"
"Would you like to see her?" the queen asked. The old man nodded, and the queen lowered the cloth around the girl's head. Like her mother, she possessed blonde hair and green eyes. The baby yawned and cooed at Jynmael, which earned amused adoring laughs from her parents. She reached out and grabbed for him with stubby fingers. Underneath the shadow of his hooded robe did Jynmael analyze the girl. At first, she seemed rather unassuming, and his fears ultimately proved to be unfounded. But then he glimpsed it. On her right hand. Upon the skin did the mark of the Triforce appear, the left piece glowing. The piece of Wisdom. As he had suspected. Slowly did he withdraw, muttering under his breath.
"…This is truly a wondrous occasion, my king and queen," he uttered. "If you will excuse me, I must consult the records. It is time to begin chronicling."
"Oh, come now," the queen said while running a finger along her baby's cheek. "You're always down in your little study looking over those musty old tomes." Rhoam chuckled and patted his beloved's shoulder.
"You know he isn't happy unless his nose is stuck in a book," the king jested. "Even when I was a boy, he was reading." Jynmael shuffled for the door as swift as the frame he sported would allow him.
"Forgive me, my queen. But now is not the time for my hands to be idle." The queen sighed and shook her head before graciously accepting the flask of water Impa offered.
"Just don't stay up too late, Jynmael. You need your rest." The old man shook his head underneath his old tattered robe.
"You need not concern yourself with me, my queen," he dismissed. The guard saluted and closed the door behind Jynmael as he made his way down the stairs to his study. Frantically did he retrieve his notes and historical accounts of the legends of old. Of Hyrule's historia and the strife it had undergone throughout time.
The cycle has begun again, he thought to himself. For the first time in nearly thousands of years has a princess been born. Which means the others cannot be far behind. His eyes lifted up towards the stained glass rendition of the Triforce peering down at him. Soft rays of moonlight wafted into his study. Soon, they will return, and the cycle will start anew. Hyrule will be in danger once more. How many will die again? How much destruction will it take before the gods are satisfied?! Jynmael licked his dried lips and narrowed his eyes at the Triforce. Its mere presence seemed to taunt him as images of Hyrule in strife plagued his mind. Of the Gerudo King of Thieves Lord Ganondorf Dragmire terrorizing the land. Or rather, the twisted abomination known as Calamity Ganon that he had become through his botched regeneration. Soon it would be upon him to train the princess and seek out the boy of legend to take up arms against the dread beast. With luck, they would defeat their eternal archnemesis like time before. But at what cost? Many would suffer and die under Calamity Ganon's return, even in a best case scenario. No matter the circumstances of war, the innocent will die at some point. Even the Triforce's chosen champions cannot stop death. Only try and protect the living. Incarnation after incarnation did this cycle repeat. Why again? After thousands of years of peace, why again?! Fear clutched at the old man's heart, but hope was not lost. Not yet. Now presented the opportunity to enact the plan he had formulated over many years of study and observance. It would take many more years of work and planning, setting all the pieces in place. But Jynmael truly believed it would work. At last, he could end the cycle once and for all. End the tyranny of Ganon and his neverending quest for dominance of the complete Triforce. Though, the cost would no doubt be great. Perhaps even greater than what he was willing to pay. But time and repeated conflict had made him desperate. It had to be done, no matter the cost.
Tomorrow came, and all within Castle Town gathered. Cries of joy rang through the air as King Rhoam stood in attendance with his wife, Impa, and Jynmael to show their new daughter to the world. The heir to the throne and the first woman born into power in thousands of years.
Princess Zelda Hyrule.
Author's Note: In case you're worried, don't worry. This is not replacing nor taking priority over my other popular fanfic Phantom Stardust. I've been playing both P5 and BotW a lot lately and have been in an inspired mood with some unique ideas. I will do my best to update both pieces of work regularly.