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~2 years later~

Tori walked around the house, cleaning up and preparing lunch. The godmother shared the house with her godchildren. 24-year-old Ender, 20-year-old Lisha, and her 3-and-a-half-year-old granddaughter Kyra. Kyra was running around in the living room playing with a doll her mom bought her. She heard a knock on the door and Lisha came in and greeted Kyra, who waved back quickly before going back to playing. Lisha looked around the room before seeing her godmother in the kitchen and waving to her.

"Sav'aaq, Lisha. Tell me, where's Ender?" Tori asked, "I haven't seen her around recently."

"She's out of town. Said she was going to help get materials and food for the tribe…from the Hylians," Lisha said as she joined Tori in the kitchen.

"Really? She didn't tell me. How long has she been gone?"

"A few days."

"Do you know when she'll return?" Tori pushed the Hylian shrooms around in the cooking pot.

"Around nighttime," Lisha stated, not really paying attention to the conversation anymore.

-Midnight-

The door creaked open as Ender snuck her body through the crack trying not to awaken the others. A brown satchel, which was filled to the brim with materials, rested against her hip. While a small child of, what she guessed was about 6 months, rested on her shoulder. She closed the door behind her, causing the baby to stir in her arms.

"Shh…quiet, vehvi, or else you will hurt yourself," Ender whispered. The baby calmed down but began to stir again soon after. "You're hungry, aren't you? Well, guess what? I have some food for you and some hearty elixir for your injuries," she whispered, more to herself than the baby.

She placed the tiny baby on one of the floor cushions and walked into the kitchen. Reaching for her satchel she took out some milk that was mixed baby formula. She opened the container that held the milk and took out a bottle of hearty elixir. She poured half in the milk and peaked into the living room. The baby was messing and pulling at the floor cushion. She went back into the kitchen and mixed the two together then heated it up for about a minute or two over a small fire. While waiting for the milk to cool down she brought it into the living room and picked up the baby.

She sat down on a floor cushion and took out a small light blue blanket from her satchel. She held up the blanket and the baby reached for it. "You recognize this don't you?" Ender somewhat asked, then tested the milk on her skin. It was too hot. She shook her head dismissively and put it on the floor. "It's the blanket I found you wrapped in. And I found you" she poked the baby's nose, "on the outskirts of the desert. To be honest, I'm surprised you didn't die of exposure…"

The baby now reached for her hair.

"Before I go to Lady Oma to figure out whether or not I can keep you…it would be nice to know your gender, but you look like a boy to me. I'll just check while I feed you." She picked up the bottle and put it towards the baby mouth. They happily accepted and drank greedily, sipping quietly from the bottle.

Ender started to hum a song the Hylians knew as the Ballad of the Goddess. She continued humming as she checked to find out the gender. What she found out was both surprised her and didn't surprise her, the baby was a boy. It was disappointing to see the baby was a boy, because that meant a larger chance of her not being allowed to keep him. She pushed off her worries and continued humming, much softer now. The baby fell asleep quickly, much to her relief. She sighed and pulled him onto her shoulder. She entered her room and gently lowered him into an empty crib. She kept it, despite Kyla being too old for it. She changed, and was about to go to sleep when she heard a knock on the door.

Ender let out a mutter of annoyance and head towards the front door and opened it. She was greeted by a vai with short white hair. Ender looked at her features and noticed she had the mark of a Sheikah on her forehead. "Can I help you?" Ender asked, looking around to see how the Sheikah got past the night guards. Although the Sheikah was a vai, seeing a Sheikah without any royal court, or princess, or…something was strange.

"I am a member of the Sheikah tribe," her voice was calm yet demanding, "I came here because I noticed you were carrying a baby on your way back home. And I noticed he didn't look like yours. You are now caring for a baby who harbors a sacred, golden treasure and has a great destiny waiting for him."

Ender was confused. The baby looked like every other baby she's ever seen. What golden treasure could he possibly possess?

The Sheikah spoke again, "Are you willing to handle this type of responsibility?"

"The responsibility of what?" Ender asked, "What's so special about this one baby? He looks like all the other Hylians out there."

"The responsibility of raising a hero," the Sheikah stated.

"A hero? Who said this one baby, out of the hundreds of others, would grow up to be a hero?"

"The Goddesses did… Now are you willing to raise him, or do you want me to take him?"

Ender sighed and glanced at the Sheikah. Her bright, gold eyes meeting the Sheikah's vigilant, ruby ones.

"I'll keep him. Unless Lady Oma says no," she added quickly.

"Very well," the Sheikah said something to herself before continuing. "If she says yes, I will visit you occasionally in order to help you."

"Sarqso, and sav'orr," Ender mumbled as she closed the door. She then realized something, how did the Sheikah know she wasn't carrying her own baby? As she turned back and opened the door she noticed that no one was there. "What in Din's name?" She looked around and sighed. She closed the door and retreated to her room to rest.