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A sigh escaped a Gerudo guard's lips as she stood in her usual position at the town gates, with the setting sun being her only source of light. The 18-year-old guard wiped her brow. She wore the usual purple guard outfit and had short hair that outlined her face. She looked around occasionally to see if she saw any unusual activity. Not that it really mattered much at this point. One of their earlier leaders signed a peace treaty with the Hylians hundreds of thousands of years ago, agreeing that the Gerudos would work with them and treat them as allies.

Every Gerudo knew the story. It was a piece of history that was important to them. Reminding them that Gerudos and Hylians are allies, even if the alliance was for a short time, but she never liked the story very much. In fact, she loathed it. It was pointless to her. They were enemies, and the moment Ganondorf attacked, the peace treaty would be broken. Her older sister, Ender, however, was fine with the thought of working with Hylians and not help arrange a thousand year war against them.

Yes, 'help arrange.' Her sister had a high ranking among the Gerudo. She did too, but Ender was older, so she was given the position. Their mom used to have it, but she died, so Ender had to take the responsibility. It was their godmother Tori who helped them take care of things around the house. The guard sighed again and shook her head, getting her head out of the clouds. A scowl then formed from underneath her veil as a voe walked around the town gates.

"Lisha!" a voice cried out.

The guard turned her head to the source of the sound. It was another guard who was a friend of hers. Her name was Tangela. Tangela was also 18, but wore a dark blue version of the guard's clothing.

She ran up to Lisha, panting and sweating when she got there. "Hey, Lisha! What are you up to? Y'know, besides making sure no one tries anything suspicious near Gerudo Town?" Tangela asked cheerfully.

"Just thinking about how we're here," Lisha replied flatly, then turned her head back to the vast desert.

"Oh. Are you talking about that vehvi who fought Ganon? The vehvi who fought Ganondorf? Or how we got banned from our valley?" Tangela asked, following Lisha's gaze.

"Either one will work," she said quietly.

Both girls paused and turned their heads in the direction of where they heard a childish screech. Lisha and Tangela heard another loud scream. It was hard to make out, but they could tell the voice belonged to Ender. Lisha saw her year-and-a-half old niece running towards her and bent down to pick her up.

"Sarqso, Lisha," Ender mumbled slightly under her breath. She was a 22-year-old who had long hair that was held in a ponytail. "Kyra, don't do that again," she chided the toddler who looked at her before turning her back.

"Relax, Ender," Lisha shifted Kyra off her shoulder and gave her back to her mother.

Ender took Kyra from Lisha. After Kyra settled on her mom's shoulder, Ender said, "Come on, let's go inside, it will be dark soon."

Lisha and Tangela followed Ender back to Gerudo Town. As Lisha turned, she heard a scraping noise and spun on her heels towards the entrance. She huffed and turned away and caught up with her group.

"This is where we will find the legendary hero? Ha! Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke," the voice was hot with rage, as if it was fire.

"Quiet. The legendary hero will be raised here among the Gerudo. Besides, since this is our tribe as well, it will be easier to keep track of him," this voice was cool, as if ice.

"Whatever," the fiery voice scoffed, "The Hero isn't even born yet, and we still have to worry about him. Yay," the blazing voice mumbled.

"Yes," the cool voice ignored the last part. "Let's go back. They're waiting for us."