I wake up every morning to the sound of training. Swords hitting swords, spears hitting trees, Guardian lasers hitting targets. Same old, same old. But today's different, I hear nothing. I rise from the comfy bed my father crafted, and look out the window of my house in Kakariko Village. Sheikah villagers are gathering around the eastern gates. Most days no one leaves the village, only appointed guards of Princess Soltera are allowed to go.
I quickly gather the few things I left on my desk last night: a notebook, and my Sheikah Tablet; then I head down the stairs, where my father and brother are there to greet me.
"Samara," father says, "I was just about to wake you, the townspeople, they're—."
"Yes, I know, leaving."
My brother, whom is turning 7 in a few sols, gives me an apple while smiling maniacally. He's always trying to pull a fast one on me, but I'm one step ahead.
"What did you do to the apple, Fig?"
He laughs, but never answers, I choose not to eat it, and grab another one.
My father keeps glancing out the window anxiously. He makes a living selling his vegetables from his garden, but it's only barely enough rupees to keep us all fed. My mother used to gather fairies from the forest above us, and sell them for a silver rupee each. I never could catch them. When I come of age, I hope to work in the stores, hopefully that will get us through to easier times.
"I didn't think it would be today," father closes the window and sighes.
"What is it?" I ask.
"The Queen has died, it is time for Soltera's coronation."
