The dry desert surrounded the entire Lanayru province. What was once home to lush greenery, ancient robots and time shift stones, was now home to the harsh desert winds, a plethora of sand, and broiling temperatures, that would keep any human away from its deserted landscape.
Sand picked up in the billowing wind, the only safeguard against the harsh weather conditions being inside one of the ancient time shift stone factories. However, since the province had been covered in layer upon layer of sand, the inside of the factories were abandoned, leaving them unmaintained and infested with monsters of all kind.
Aracha's, electric ChuChu's, and Ampilus all crowded in a lone abandoned factory, the sound of the wind howling outside could be heard through the many cracks in the walls. None dared enter the forsaken factory, none even came to the land where it was located. That is, none but one girl.
One last girl remained in the entire province, a gerudo. The fiery-red haired girl sat atop the old moldarach, a young Aracha sitting on her shoulder.
Most would be terrified of the giant clawed, aggressive moldarach, but she was not most girls. Abandoned by her family when she was but a child, she was raised by these creatures, and grew to accept them as her family.
Since she lived in the desert her entire life, she had grown used to the slim amount of water and food that she would find, though she carried an old time shift stone, cracks running along the crystal blue stone, time having done its toll on the artifact.
When she was in need of water, she would simply go to a sandpit, striking the stone against the hard shell of an Ampilus, the sand turning to water as time in the area was reversed to its previous glory. She would do the same for food, going to a withered tree, its leaves long gone as well as it's food, but for the short time the stone reversed time, fruit grew in abundance, so she had some sustenance.
Being raised with monsters, the girl was taught to fight, and the technoboblins, though idiotic as they may seem, taught her to speak. Equipped with nothing more than a steel blade she had uncovered in the sand, the girl felt safe. No one came to the desert anyways, there was no need for any weapon, but whenever she left it at "home", one of the small Aracha's would bring it to her, worried for her safety though they were demons.
The teenage girl, no older than 17, was searching for food one blistering hot day, though the intense heat did not seem to bother her. Her crimson hair whipped wildly around her as she walked the sand polluted area, one arm shielding her eyes from the sand that threatened to blind her temporarily.
Wind whistled around her as she walked, blocking out most sounds. However, a sound protruded the winds howling, a sharp screech. She knew that sound.
Dropping the food she had collected, she ran with incredible speed towards the factory, fighting against the resistance of the gale, her breathing fast, coughing as sand entered her lungs, kicking open the door of the factory.