Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for the long hiatus, I've got no real excuse. But I reread everything I had written so far and made a lot of corrections/revisions to make the story run more smoothly. I hope you guys enjoy.
Disclaimer: photo drawn by the lovely Maya Kern, and alas, unfortunately I do not own Zelda.

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The thud of his quick steps on the stone floor and the yells of his chasers flooded his ears as he made his escape. Grinning, he pulled an apple from his pocket, took a bite, and turned the corner into a small alleyway lined with stacked crates. He jumped from crate to crate until he sprung through an open window just small enough to go by unnoticed by the guards who reached the alleyway moments later. They scanned all traces for the wanted derelict. He chuckled and had another mouthful of the crisp apple, enjoying the display of confusion beneath him.

He threw off the brown hood he wore, revealing a green tunic with his family crest, a Triforce hovering above an eagle, embroidered in gold. He ran his fingers through his matted blonde hair and tossed the apple core into the nearest waste bin. He hastily put on his fingerless gloves, hiding the Triforce mark passed down from his ancestors on the back of his left hand, and attached his vambraces. He kept this abandoned home as a hideout, and often came to his humble hideout to get away from any mundane tasks he was required to do. Not many people knew he had made this his haven aside from a certain few he knew would protect his secret. After a quick inhale and a tap of his brown boot, he opened the wooden door leading to the market square. He passed along many, each one of them would quickly bowed or wave at the site of their adventurous prince.
"Link!" A guard with soft brown hair sprinted to his side. He was not much older than Link. The guard was tall and thin, hovering a six inches to his friend, the prince. Years of training could not bulk him, but his stubbled jaw helped him appear more like a scruffy teenager than a rugged man. The knight began. "How many times have I told you not to run off, yeah? I could lose my job because of your incessant wandering. I hope you know you could save us both a lot of trouble and not turn rogue every chance you get. There's plenty of food in the castle."
Link laughed in response. "I have to keep those guards on their toes. Besides Amadeo, I don't really steal the food, I just pay for it minutes before and then pretend to. See? No harm done. Let's head back to the training grounds, I'm all revved up for a sparring." He pulled another apple from his pocket and tossed it to his unpleased escort. Amadeo chomped into the apple, leaving traces of debris on his cheek. "Oh, by the way," he began with a smirk, "your father demands your presence, yeah."

At that, Link recoiled. His father, the King of Hyrule, was a force to be reckoned with. He heaved a sigh as he made his way back to the castle and into the meeting chambers where his father wrote quietly. The King was a tall man, with long gray hair and broad shoulders. Although a slimmer Link did not much resemble his father's broad stature, they shared the same furrowed brows and bright blue eyes. The King was stubborn and stern, but fair to those he ruled. And for that, Hyrule lived in peace for the last thirty years of his reign.

"You've been out again," his father started, emotionless.
Link stiffened. "Yes."
Silence.
"Have you finished your daily training?"
"Yes."
Silence.
"We require your presence on a small mission in Hyrule Field." Link's eyes widened. "Great! Wh—"
"An infestation of Bulbins are beginning to torment the travelers." His father boomed and his son recoiled. King Rodric was never interrupted. "Seeing as you are twenty-four and have mastered your training, I take it ten soldiers will be enough?"
"That is sufficient," Link recovered.
"Good. The matter should be cleared within seven day's time. That is all."
Link bowed and mechanically walked out of the room, waiting until the large heavy doors closed behind him to slouch his shoulders and rub his neck. "Link, ma'boy!" A smile crept onto Link's face as his grandfather limped down the hall way. Even with a cane to hold him, he still had a hop in his step wherever he went. "Gramps, how're you holding up? Still haven't keeled over yet?" Link laughed as he hugged his grandfather. He coughed out a laugh. "Remind me to tell your mother she raised herself a horrid, rotten kid."
"I'll just tell her you've become senile, Grandpa Kaepora," Link winked. "What's brought you to these neck of the woods?" "Just gotta give my son a weekly bout of torment and aggravation," Kaepora chuckled. "Alright, but be careful. I hear he hasn't left his desk all day." "Nothing I can't handle." Kaepora was a kind and lenient man, but he hadn't always been so. Old age had worn the austere man down to an easier disposition. Link had been told that his grandfather was fair but fierce, far more of the latter trait than his father was. Link could not imagine him being anything other than humorous, for that is how he's known his grandfather his whole life. But it might explain why his son was just as unyielding. Kaepora waived at Link, who shook his head and chuckled out a goodbye. His grandfather strolled in with a jolly greeting, and he swore he could hear a sigh from his father as the doors were once again closed.

"An expedition," he thought excitedly. Although the foes would be easy enough, his blood boiled with the taste of another adventure on the tip of his tongue. He sprinted to the training grounds, excited to tell Amadeo the news. When he cleared the yard, he reached for his sword, spotting his opponent swinging away at a heavy log. Amadeo glanced at the approaching prince and armed himself for the first attack. The blades clanked loudly. One quick push and they both positioned themselves for an attack. "We're going out." Link chirped as he dodged Amadeo's swing. Amadeo abruptly lowered his sword in confusion, then parried Link's blow. "Don't tell me another bout of trickery, yeah?" Swords clashed and sweat was forming on Link's forehead. Amadeo was an exceptional swordsman, and he appreciated Link's thoughtfulness whenever they sparred. He could beat almost every soldier in the army, albeit a few experienced war heroes who have yet to retire, and Link would never yield until they had utterly exhausted one another or the knight admitted defeat. Link swung once, then quickly dodged a counter attack. He swirled down and knocked Amadeo from under his feet, and swiftly pointed his sword at Amadeo's throat. "Nope. A most important militant mission bestowed to me by my most loving father." Link chuckled as he bent down and extended an arm to the beaten soldier. Amadeo grabbed his wrist and pulled himself up with a grin. "Well then, this will be fun. How soon do we leave?" Link quoted in his best king-like impression. "The matter should be cleared within seven day's time."
Amadeo grinned.
"Let the planning commence."

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She picked up the brightest red apple she found in the basket and walked over to the stall, gingerly feeding it to the silver mare. After the animal had finished, she wiped her hand along her pink harem pants.

"Father, how many times must I tell you. I cannot, I will not marry Count Gregorio." She sighed as her father grunted in response and paced the garden in frustration. She continued, "He is a foul man who shows no shame. It's evident by every female servant who has the unfortunate chance of passing him."
"Zelda, he was merely gazing at the bread which she placed on the table for supper. You must know the Count has the utmost pride."
"In his loins apparently…" She said and rolled her eyes. The mare neighed as if to chuckle in understanding.
"Zelda!" King Noya stamped his foot and his cheeks flushed. "You are the princess of these Gerudo sands and you will take these matters seriously. You shall be a woman full grown, and I cannot leave this world peacefully until you have a suitor and our people have a king! There is no other Gerudo male to succeed in my place!" To see her stout father look so flustered made her giggle. One reason she loved her kind father dearly was because it was practically impossible for him to look angry.
"Haven't I told you time and time again? You shall live forever. You mustn't worry yourself over such matters, I can take care of myself. Maybe for my birthday this year, instead of fussing over a future son-in-law, you could let me roam away from the Gerudo sands for once. Perhaps let me ride through Hyrule Field?"
His eyes softened and he ruffled her dark blonde hair. "My dear Zelda, Have I mentioned that you look just like your mother? Although I was never entirely sure where your blue eyes came from. One of the stable boys, perhaps…"
She laughed as she quickly embraced her father. "Yes, but I got all of my wit from you."

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, wondering where in the world the time had passed. It seemed that just yesterday his daughter was climbing the fortress walls and playing with the other Gerudo children. Soon she would be twenty-one and had grown vastly beautiful. "I have kept you safe all these years. The world is not always a kind place. Especially to our people. Please understand that I only want what's best for you."
Her heavy sigh was all he needed to know her disappointment. Zelda quietly countered, "It's all his fault."
"Count Gregorio?" Her father asked, puzzled.
"No. Gano—" "Child, hush now. Do not speak that monster's name."
"This is what I mean. This wicked sorcerer has been plaguing the good name of the Gerudo long enough! He's been dead for centuries, at one point people must see that he is gone and we are good, decent people!"
Her father smiled sadly at the mare and fed her another apple. "Yes, you're right. But trust takes mere seconds to shatter and years to rebuild. It's not so simple as you think."
Now it was her tan cheeks that flushed. "Well, maybe our people have waited long enough." With that, she stalked into the palace.

Zelda didn't understand why many still feared the Gerudo people. She thought of her tribe as kind, and full of fearless warriors. They respected the land and it's creatures, and were not a wasteful group. They worshipped the Sand Goddess for giving them life and thanked the Three Goddesses for the creation of the world. One imbecile of a man could not truly be their complete unraveling with the rest of society, could it? Her name day was in a week, and she had grown restless for adventure, especially if her father was to wed her off to the next eligible bachelor. She would have her taste of freedom, even if it meant her father would have her shackled to her bed when she returned. She had been secretly planning her escape for weeks now. And tonight, on the full moon, she would depart to the east.

As the moon slowly traveled in the night sky, Zelda tightened her maroon cape and ran to the stall, where she awoke the horse as quietly as she could. Thinking back on it now, she cursed herself for not changing into more discrete clothing. Underneath her cloak, she wore her favorite pink harem pants and a purple tube top. A gold choker clipped around her neck with a small blue crystal in the center. Her long hair was now tied in a high ponytail, and she wore a blue jeweled hair piece with ornate gold trimming in the center of her hairline. Although her shoes mainly consisted of slippers, she had one pair of leather ankle boots. Her father brought them back for her during a trip to Hyrule. Her feet felt awkward at first, not having any prior need for them, but she quickly grew accustomed to the foreign shoe.

She steadied herself on the animals back, and for an instant, jumped into a state of panic and paranoia. Was she sure she could really escape the castle? Although the guards were few, they were dedicated and ruthless. Her best option would be to sneak through the shadows, right after the next guard relieved the current guard of her duties. The guard would most likely be temporarily unaccustomed to the darkness, and her vision would be slightly impaired. This would also ensure the maximum amount of time she had to escape before anyone would notice. Zelda was determined that this would work. In the worse case scenario, she would use her magic to put the watch woman to sleep. She gazed down at her right hand, where a lilac wrap hid her darkened skin that created the Triforce symbol.

She heard myths of what this mark meant. The evil one was said to hold this mark, which terrified her deeply. But so did the distant ancestor of whom her mother named her after. She did not know much of the legend, for it was not well received by nor boasted well of her people. Except one character, a Gerudo who aided the Hero of Legend in his quest to defeat Ganondorf. Zelda could not recall her name, though.

But that was not important now; all that mattered was her freedom. She patiently made her way through the darkness. As she turned the corner toward the main gates, and to her chagrin, she spotted four Gerudo guards walking back and forth. She underestimated the number of guards, and was upset at herself that she had assumed there would only be one. She looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. Magic was not a weapon she had wanted to use, especially when she wasn't all too sure she could control it. There were no sorcerers in the fortress, or in all of Hyrule, she was told, for they had long ago been banished or captured by those who feared them. When her father found out about her powers, he had no choice but to conceal it, only allowing a few more trusted women to serve her. One of those women had dug up an old book belonging to her grandmother, a sorceress who was taken before her birth when her mother was a child. Zelda cleared head and extended her hands toward the four warriors and chanted a spell she had memorized.

"Agrivou pleia mughoti," she whispered, shaping a ball of cloudy greenish light in her hands. She shot the light in their direction, and as the cloud hit them square in the face, they fell to the ground in deep slumber. Sighing, she patted the mare to follow her to the gate, and at long last, raced into the calm sands of the night.

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"The Bulbins are entering from the west, through a passage just north of Lake Hylia," Captain Lupin explained with his finger set on the map. Lupin was a sturdy man for his age. He had thick black hair with a patch of gray forming on each side of his temples. He was clean-shaven, except for a neat goatee that surrounded his thin lips. He descended from a long line of warriors. Many of his ancestors were buried with one-to-three medals of bravery or commitment. And while he lived his forty years in a peaceful time in Hyrule, the gold medal of allegiance hung close to his heart for his twenty-five-year service. "They come from the desert?" Amadeo questioned as he studied the map with his hand on his chin. The desert and it's dry mountains had once taken up almost the entire west, albeit a patch of land in the southwest which claimed Lake Hylia. But the snow from the north threatened the dry climate each winter, claiming more land. The desert had shrunken down to half the size it was centuries ago. "Yes. The best option is to block off the passage entirely." Lupin replied.
Link's eyes shot up. "But what of the Gerudo? That passage is the only means of connection between the desert and Hyrule."
"They can come up through the mountains," Lupin suggested.
Link scoffed at the idea. "That climate is too extreme. There's no way they could find their way through those snowstorms." "The Gerudo have little means to cross into Hyrule Field. We seldom see their presence."
"But what about the trading in the winter? Their food grows scarce and in turn they give us herbs only grown in the desert known to reduce fever."
"Those people have the means to survive. They keep to themselves nine months out of the year, I'm sure they can cope with a few months of paucity."
"People will die!"
"They are not your people! Hylians are being attacked by monsters of the west. We owe the Gerudo no favors."
Amadeo cleared his throat as the two men glared at one another. "Destroying a passage is a decision granted only by the king of the land in which the rocks fall. It may very well start a war, yeah."

All three men stood around the map, straining their minds for a palpable solution. Link clapped his hand together, causing the other two to jump.
"I've got it! Instead of a wall, we'll build a gate." Link pointed at the rocky area. "Surely a gate for a passage this small can be completed in seven days. Two watchmen will patrol it at one time, ensuring that only those we choose can cross into our land."
Amadeo grinned and slapped Link's back with a heavy hand. "I knew there was hope for that meager brain of yours."
Link punched Amadeo's arm at the insult.
Lupin mulled it over for a few moments, weighing the pros and the cons.
"Very well. We shall split the forces in two. Five men will stay at the construction site and keep the Bulbins at bay. The other five will eliminate any Bulbins who have already entered Hyrule Field. I will see to it that the iron is completed. Amadeo, ensure that there is enough lumber and stone in storage. Link, ready the men and the horses." Amadeo and Link nodded in unison. "We will leave tomorrow morning once I've cleared the idea with the King."

Link wandered through the halls of the dark castle, letting the moonlight from the windows guide his way to his chambers. He much preferred the castle at night. He found the lack of nosey servants and stiff guards relaxing. The tap tap tap coming from his boots as they hit the stone floor was the only source of noise he could hear. Lupin had given him another reason to ponder. Although there had not been a war on record, most Hylians speak of the Gerudo bitterly, as if the sand tribe were held in some kind of contempt for treachery. Link had never heard of an instance where the Gerudo stepped out of turn. Their people were often reclusive, and while they speak the same language, they do not make conversation.

"They definitely are not the most outgoing people," Link thought, but it was no reason to hold such resentment. Or could it be of a more deeply rooted reason? Namely the evil Gerudo King, Ganondorf. The man of legend that was determined to bring death and destruction to the land with his corruption and unquenched thirst for power. His evil spirit had been sealed away for all eternity by seven mages, according to legend. He often read the stories of old found in the castle's library. Legend also said that only one Gerudo male is born every hundred years and he is then made king and the sole father of all women in his village. Link whistled quietly and scratched the back of his head. "Must be a busy man that Gerudo King."
Link pushed open the door to his chambers. He shed his gear and tunic and replaced it with a long-sleeved blue shirt and white trousers. Tomorrow would be a busy day, but he slept with the ease of knowing all would be well. .

Zelda awoke in a shallow cave along the southern border of the desert. It was large enough for her mare to lay down beside her. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, and lazily looked out at the desert in front of her. The sand shimmered in the early sunlight. It made her feel at ease. In her moment of clarity, she wondered if she had made the right decision. No doubt her father would be worried, and would send every woman in his army to search for her, regardless of the note she left explicitly telling him to avoid doing so.

"I'll come home when I've seen all there is to be seen, she thought, How can I choose a suitor when I haven't even experienced the world," she said to herself. Her heart jumped into her throat as she soon realized something more important: her freedom was now hers. She was free to do whatever she wanted without any qualms. Not that the Gerudo were poised and strict people, but the palace still had customs she had to abide by. She jumped to her feet and roused her horse.

"Of the three years I've known you, my four-legged sister, I still have not known your name." The horse neighed softly, as if in agreement. "This will change today. Please stop me when I have guessed correctly. Kora? Cheval? Ana? Kuda? Farasi? Impa?" The horse neighed loudly and padded her hooves into the soft earth. "Impa. What a pleasing name. I'm glad to finally know you, Impa." Zelda rested her hand on the horse's nose and scratched lightly.

A few hours into their ride, the ground changed from sand to dry hard earth. ten minutes later, the mare set her hooves onto grass. Zelda quickly jumped off the jogging horse, tumbling onto the ground and rolling into the soft greenery. It smelled fresh and alive and it tickled her nose, but she didn't mind. The blades of grass were different than the tufts of hard, dry plants that grew in the desert. At that moment, she found infinite bliss. She had finally made it to Hyrule Field. Zelda scanned her surroundings and found a stream running south. She began to walk toward it when she heard Impa cry. She turned to find three Bulbins surrounding Impa with clubs in their hands. Her fingers quickly sparked as she said an incantation in her mind.

"Gravaria ilmonto!" Zelda shouted as blue bolts shot from her hands and hit one of the small monsters, sending him flying. The other Bulbins made their way toward her eagerly. She shot another bolt from her hand, hitting one of them straight through the head. It slumped to the floor as the other began to sprint. Her blast missed the beast and she braced herself for an attack, but Impa ran quickly behind the monster. She slammed it down with her hooves, causing the Bulbin to smash into the ground head first, and Impa raced over to Zelda. She hopped on and followed the stream. She wasn't sure how many creatures were lurking about, but her food and water supply were dwindling and she knew Impa needed drink. Zelda followed the stream downhill until she reached a cliff that overlooked a large lake.

She gasped. Her entire life she had never seen anything so beautiful. The water twinkled under the sunlight in a way that sand never could. In her excitement, she pushed Impa forward, following a path that led down to the lake. She pulled out the map she kept folded in a sack hanging from the mare's back directly behind her. She stared at the archaic script, trying to make out the name. The Gerudo never needed something so trivial when they had the sun and the stars to direct them, but Zelda never had any need for that lesson. So before she fled the palace she took the old map she would often stare at in her father's study.

"This must be Lake Hylia," Zelda marveled. She ran to the edge of the bank and cupped her hands into the water, first splashing her face and then taking a small sip. "It's delicious! Impa, you must try it." She tore the clothes and jewels off of her body and dived into the water, shivering at the cold that nipped at her skin. She relished in her happiness and swam eagerly. The lake was deeper and colder than the pools she was used to. "Oy, lassie, would ye mind swimmin' o'er to the other side? You're scarin' off the fish." Zelda quickly sank, coughing the water she inhaled in her surprise. She floated up, her head peeking above the water, and saw an older man in a boat just a few feet away. He had short brown hair, but it was beginning to bald at the crown. He had a thick mustache and kind eyes. "I'm sorry, sir," she muttered in response. Her face flushed as she swam cautiously to the edge, and leaned her forehead into the earth, wondering if he had seen everything that led up to that point. Impa walked over to a shallow shore, huffing for Zelda to follow. She swam to the shoreline and quickly ran up to Impa's side, grabbing the small cloth Impa had on her back. She wrapped the cloth around her body and looked over Impa to see the man waving at her with a wide grin. She glared and turned around, her face once again turning crimson in her embarrassment. she picked up her clothes and found a group of large rocks to dress behind. After her hair seemed dry enough, she once again tied it into a high ponytail, and secured all of her jewelry. She walked out from behind the rocks and felt the man's eyes once again burning holes into her skin. "Oy! You're a Gerudo?" The man's sheepish grin fell quickly. He added, his tone colder, "I can tell by them clothes you be wearin'."
"It's a wonder you're tone has become so sour, when just two minutes ago you held such a foolish grin", Zelda quipped. "To answer your question, yes. I am Gerudo. Goodbye to you." She walked up the hill, Impa trailing slowly behind.

Along the path, she found a few berries. She picked them. She sniffed them. She rolled them around her tongue. Her intuition told her that the berries would be alright to eat. She ate a few and fed some to Impa. She thanked the Goddesses for blessing her with a good intuition. Ever since she was young, elders claimed she had wisdom on her side. She wasn't sure whether wisdom was the constant voice in her head telling her what she should or should not do, but she was thankful for it anyway. She grabbed some white linen from her sack and wrapped it around her left forearm. On her right, the wrap extended to her hand in order to hide her birthmark. She looked up at the sky as she walked alongside her companion. The sun was almost above her. "It's eleven. Impa, should we head back to the open field? Perhaps we may find a town nearby." The mare whinnied in response. Zelda continued her stride, not even a hundred Bulbin or lecherous old men could keep her from enjoying her adventure.

There were forty men setting up camp the first morning. Thirty builders and ten soldiers. To Link's surprise, King Rodric had been pleased with his son's idea. To his disappointment, so pleased that he ordered extra workers to build the gate in half the time. A week of adventure cut down to four days. He walked over to Lupin, who was setting up some of his soldiers to wait on the west side of the gate in the event of a Bulbin attack.

"I see you are handling things well. I'll just be leaving then. You know, got to fight off the Bulbin wreaking havoc and whatnot." Link turned on his heels and whistled for his horse. In the distance, he watched Epona materialize and gallop to his side. She was a lovely chestnut mare with a white mane. He patted her on the neck when Lupin replied, "I must have a full report by no later than five this afternoon."
"Damn," Link cursed inwardly. "There's no telling how many there are. It may take all night. We have to be sure we've gotten every last one."
"You have four days for that. As I said, no later than five this afternoon." Lupin would not budge. Link sighed and nodded, then hopped onto Epona. He scanned the area. This part of the field seemed quiet enough. Hyrule Field was large, but for so many complaints, he imagined that there would be at least a few nearby, especially near the source where they trickled in. As he led Epona further away from camp, he spotted a club hidden beneath tall blades of grass near the stream leading to Lake Hylia. "The Bulbins were not the most intelligent creatures," Link thought allowed, "Could they possibly be attempting a trap?"

Link motioned for Epona to move toward the weapon. He placed a hand on the hilt of his sword as he neared the club, all the while the horse slowed down, mirroring her companion's caution. He looked for any place where they may lie in wait, but there was not a single tree nearby. He dropped down from the horse and walked a little farther up the hill. His foot struck into a stiff object as he took nimble steps forward. He looked down and saw the Bulbin corpse crumpled over with a hole in it's chest. What was more strange is that it did not appear to be beaten by a sword or any sort of man-made weapon. Upon further examination, and to his confusion, the skin around the wound looked charred as if it were struck by lightning. He walked back down the hill and found two more. One had displayed the same physical damage, but the other looked as if it was stomped on by an animal. He knew too well that these markings came from horse hooves. He often used the same tactic with Epona.

"Have you lowered yourself to looting the beasts of their valuables?" Amadeo called as he rode over. "I wish you hadn't started picking them off without me, yeah." Link grabbed the club next to one of the dead Bulbin and threw it dangerously close to Amadeo's head. He ducked to the side and watched it fly past him and fall into the depths of the field. "Alright, point taken."
Link hoisted himself up and laughed at Amadeo's bewildered face. "Unfortunately, this was not my doing. The wound on this one is kind of strange." Amadeo made a quick inspection. "What do you think killed them?"
"Beats me," Link set his fists on his side. "Magic, maybe?"
Amadeo shuddered. "Bless the Goddesses that's not the case, yeah. There hasn't been a wielder of magic for over fifty years."
"That we know of," Link teased. Amadeo was a brave man, but he was also a superstitious man. He was first to run into a battle of physical means but had an irrational phobia of fairytale monsters. He shot a glare at Link and cleared his throat. "You're wasting time. Are we executing these treacherous beasts, or would you rather continue observing someone's kill?"

Amadeo pulled on the reins of his steed and bolted. Link hopped on Epona and raced after him. Outside the castle, he could roam and race. He could fight and get dirty, and no one would have anything to say about it. His father had always scolded him for his free spiritedness. He was often called rambunctious or foolish by his instructors. But his mother refused to call him anything other than courageous. Queen Margot would always stand by her child, regardless of his actions. And as he grew into adulthood, she always reminded him of how special he was; rather, how special she believed he was. If not for her support, he could not have had the courage to do what he was doing now.

"The road to Lake Hylia is coming up, should we head down or stay ahead?" Amadeo shouted over his shoulder, interrupting Link's thoughts. But as Amadeo made to look behind him, Epona raced ahead. He caught a blurred glimpse of Link's grin as the mare ran beside his horse and left a trail of dust in her wake. Amadeo gaped, smirked, and beckoned for the horse to chase after the mare, passing the road to Lake Hylia where a Gerudo walked with her horse.

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