The Hero of Sennohe

The hardest part of the morning was unravelling oneself from the warm blanket they slept in. It was warm in there, comfortable. Hours of shaping out a perfectly comfortable position to sleep in made it exactly where you wanted to be. Then the sun had to come up and spoil it all. On a cold morning like this as autumn crept in, the sun didn't provide any real warmth despite being so obnoxiously bright.
Nevertheless, it was time to start the day. It was time to push the warm blankets to one side and shiver in the cold with a mournful sigh and slight stumble. The fabric of the grey tunic was cold, so was the matching hat, and the thick boots hadn't warmed up yet as they were pulled on. Soon it would be okay, hopefully.
A quick look in the mirror determined that the cut-off dress, now worn as a tunic, and long hair properly hidden under her hat, she was good to go and be her village's personal hero for another day.

Legend and song of the Hero of Hyrule had spread across their whole world, even to the tiny and remote village of Sennohe. In honesty, they were so far out in the mountains and difficult to reach, they had hardly been affected by the terror that gripped the main realms.

Some of the villagers had taken to calling her The Hero of Sennohe. Being a kind hearted tomboy, she would wear her dresses short, with trousers and boots, and would often be seen running errands for the older villagers.
She walked into the village, stopping to pick a few wild yellow orchids on the way to take to old Mrs Riina, the apothecary.

"Good Morning! I brought those orchids you asked for yesterday"
Mrs Riina was very tiny and very old, known among the local children as the "thousand year old woman".
"My Hero! th-thank you m'dear. Yes yes, these are perfect."
She continued to babble to herself, mixing one and a half of the flowers into a brewing potion. It changed colour after a few moments of fizzing, both the old woman and the young girl watched it intently.
"so what does it do?"
"heheh my dear, this is something very special... smell it, doesn't it smell nice little one?"
She leaned over and sniffed it... recoiling slightly..
"aaaah, perhaps too strong yet... don't worry my dear it will get less strong with time"
"That's interesting Mrs Riina, but what is it?"
The old woman played deaf and chuckled as she shambled around her small house, suddenly alert again when the girl was about to leave.
"here you are, for your trouble" She handed over a small box of home made treats. Adding, before she could be thanked;
"and keep them to yourself! Don't let that brother of yours steal them!"
They both laughed as the girl thanked her and made her way out into the village square. The sun was breaking through a little now, and although it was nowhere near warm, there was a slightly-less cold part of the wall around the central area to sit on. Mrs Riina's Hero sat up on the wall and opened the box of candies. No matter how old she got, these made her feel secure and happy. Old Mrs Riina was a good cook, and the bane of a lot of parent's lives, as she made candy in excess and let the village children eat it. It had never changed either as far as she knew. And one is never too old for treats.

The village was as busy as it would get for the day by the time half the box of candy was gone, and stashed back in her bag. She was guarding a pile of building tools while the stone mason took a break when He came into the village.
An outsider, all the way out here, was uncommon enough. One that looked so much like someone famous, was downright mind-boggling. He caught her eye and they looked at each other, not really knowing what the right reaction would be. They were dressed so similarly, one in grey, one in green. The same hat, the same tunic, legwear and boots, similar belts, and completely different possessions. One had a box of treats and a chisel, the other carried a sword and shield. The one in green was tall and strong, the one in grey was short and willowy.

"What have we here then?" The stone mason was back from his drink, and his attention was immediately taken by the stranger.
"I was just passing –"
"you look a helluva lot like that Hero fella', must be you city folk's fashion.."
"no, I'm not from the city, actually... My name is Link" He introduced himself, still eyeing the girl who was openly gawping at him.
"well I'll be damned..." the man removed his hat upon hearing the name "it's an honour, come on, you must be parched! This is a mighty long way out", he patted Link roughly on the back and steered him towards the tavern.
He was thirsty, and hungry, and went along willingly to get some food and rest. But before disappearing into the tavern, he took another glance over at the girl that could have been his shadow.

"BROTHER... BROOOTHHHEEEER" she had run home as soon as the shock wore off. "You are NOT going to believe this!" she cried into the house in general, pulling off her boots and running around to the side of the table her brother was sitting at;
"what?" he looked at her, focused, this had better be good, and they did love some gossip.
"I was in the town centre and this total stranger came in!"
"..what, who would come out here"
"NO, no, that's not the best bit! I THINK HE'S THE HERO OF HYRULE"
The boy's eyes widened,
"No Way sis, you best not be kidding me on"
"I'm serious, he had the outfit, all in green, and the shield with the crest on it and everything"
"is he still here?"
"yeah, at the tavern with the guys who were working on the wall"

He was already pulling on his own boots,
"I want to see this for myself, you coming?"
"of course I am"

They hurried out the house back down to the walled centre. The tavern was buzzing with voices and people, in the middle of the afternoon no less!
"here, climb up on my back and I'll push through the crowd"
He was brawny, almost as brawny as his sister was slim, they had developed this method of getting through crowds some time ago. They pushed their way in, and made for the bar. The bartender, Mr Mondo, who was a good friend of the brother's greeted them.
"it was only a matter of time till you two got here. Apparently that stranger is the real deal, the guys have hardly given him a minute alone"
They turned to look, and it was true. The Hero in green was surrounded by inquisitive villagers.
"The usual?"
The brother nodded and two drinks were poured.
"Oh, just a glass of milk for me please," the girl corrected, "It's a bit early for alchohol for me"
Mr Mondo shared a laugh with her brother,
"True that, little one, you'd need carried home before sundown!"
"AGAIN", her brother added.
She just pulled a face at him, before turning attention back to staring at the Hero of Hyrule. It was unbelievable. It was possible it wasn't him, after all, anyone could dress like that. Anyone could have the same shield or the same sword. She wouldn't even know how to recognize a specific sword anyway. But she wanted so much to believe it was him, her hero, a REAL hero.

"CMMERE..."
A patron of the bar broke away from the crowd and staggered over to her, he was obviously worse for wear from drink.
"you..youshuld.. suld meet him! OUR HEEERRROOO" he sang and laid a hand on her shoulder before stumbling back to the busy table and beconing her over.
She went, obediently, feeling terror and anticipation that nearly killed her when the blonde man looked up and smiled.
"Hi! You were the one outside earlier," he observed.
"y..y..yes. Hello! It's an honour to meet you, I love... I mean... all the stories and everything, wow!"
She was babbling, she knew it, and couldn't stop. Luckily, a drunk gentleman came to her rescue by announcing that she was;
"The Hero of Sennohe! Our own personal hero in the village"
Link grinned at her, and she pulled at her hat, suddenly horribly aware that she was very blatently imitating him.
"I'm not... I mean I didn't do anything like you did, I just help out and stuff..."
"What's your name, Oh Hero of the Village!" Link asked her, still smiling,
"I'm Sky!" she announced, a little confidence coming back upon realising that nobody was mocking her.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, people came and went and the small tavern played host to everyone in the village at some point during the evening and night. All of them full of questions for the Hero of Hyrule, some questions more sensible than others. All the questions turning insensible as the night wore on. Many people commented on the 'two heroes'.
It was the first night of the rest of her life.