Rivan jogged in place, his face covered with both of his hands as his eyes peered through open fingers, terrified and awestruck by the sight of three of his favorite warriors had just been killed or taken out by a single man, one with arms that jutted out of his body, no less. He quickly spun around toward Bazz and Gaddison, the latter of them curled up into a ball as she tried to hide from what had just transpired, while Bazz simply looked on with arms crossed, though even his brow took on a worried arch.

"What are we gonna do?!" Rivan asked desperately, a pleading look toward their leader.

Gaddison's weak voice emerged from behind her arms, which were wrapped around her knees, bringing them up toward her buried face, "What can we do?"

"Bazz!" Rivan shouted, ignoring Gaddison's emotionless voice, "What are we gonna do?"

Blinded by the subservience that had been expected of all future soldiers, Rivan merely stood before his leader, unsure of how to progress without direction, leaving Bazz to bite at his lip as he thought for a moment. They were still only kids, after all, and regardless of however many faux assignments they received in the absense of patrolmen, engaging a hostile enemy was a far different task.

Rivan dashed back toward the edge of the tall rampart that overlooked much of the Domain, leaning over to notice the Hylian crossing over atop Tovar's squirming body, toward Link and Mipha. He showed a grimace as he hopped in place impatiently, ready for action instead of sitting here and watching, not only the great bridge being taken, but the Domain itself. He turned his head over his shoulder, growing angry at Bazz's silence, and finally shouting at him as he jumped in place, furiously.

"Are you even thinking?!" Rivan shouted, nearly shocked by his own insolence, though he offered the feeling little credence as he pointed out toward the main landing of the Domain, "Our Lady needs our help!"

Bazz groaned, reaching up to rub his face with one hand as Rivan went on in worry, "Did you see that thing in his hand?! It's like he's shooting out invisible bombs or something! We've got to-"

"Hey!" Bazz finally shouted, breaking his stoic air, "I am thinking! I'm trying to also not get any of us killed; you're too young to be aspiring to die for anybody!"

"Tch!" Rivan scoffed, "Look, you can dawdle up here if you want; I'm doing my duty as a Zora!"

Bazz eyed him down with a challenging stare, "Is this a coup, soldier?"

Rivan threw a defiant finger toward his leader, "It sure as hell i-!"

He was quickly interrupted by Bazz rushing over and tackling him to the ground, leading to the two of the wrestling with weak punches and involuntarily invicious kicks at random intervals. They rolled around in childish combat as Gaddison looked on, finally standing up and approaching the two, dodging wild punches as she grabbed ahold of either's shoulder, pushing them apart as she stepped in between them.

"H-ey! Knuckleheads!" she grunted annoyed, "Get your heads-"

"He started it!" Rivan shouted, sending a furious kick toward Bazz, though Gaddison immediately threw her hand into its trajectory, intercepting it while digging her claws into his thick skin, forcing him to recoil from the irritation.

He complained, upset, "Ow!"

Rivan rubbed his foot to alleviate the miniscule pain, frowning as Gaddison shouted to the both of them, "Hey! There's enough going on without you two bozos just- What?"

She caught Bazz's eyes following her hand as she gesticulated, lowering her own eyes to examine her hand, noticing nothing out of the ordinary, merely flipping it around lazily, "What?!"

Bazz jumped toward her, taking her hand and bringing it up to his face, "Gadd! Your family watches the reservoir!"

Her eyes rolled, "I know; Boko-Two over there keeps on reminding me."

Rivan cursed under his breath as Bazz nodded quickly, "But you have claws and rough fins for climbing, right?"

"Gripping, I suppose," she shrugged, "It would be a shame to fall off the reservoir without the ability to catch ourselves on the damp rock face. Why?"

Bazz shook his head rapidly, "This gives me an idea! Fall in, you two!"

With a burst of enthusiasm, despite their previous tussle, Rivan leapt in front of Bazz, giving a salute as Gaddison frowned, waddling slowly into place as her shoulders slouched in resentment. Bazz gripped his wrists behind his back in some regal pose, though quickly realized they were short on time, simply breaking past the two and running down the ramp, catching his two cohorts' attention as they turned and followed, the three kids making their way from the ramparts toward the main platform of the Domain.

"I'll explain up here!" Bazz shouted, turning his head as they slid from the ramp to a platform, catching a glimpse of Prince Sidon scurrying toward them, forcing the Brigade to halt in the face of their liege.

"My Prince!" Bazz shouted, reverently, earning only a glare full of ire from his crimson peer, who didn't stop running toward a declining ramp.

Sidon waved for them to follow, "Come on! We're gonna get help!"

"Help?" Rivan shrugged, "From who?!"


Lall laid sidelong across the slick floor, running his finger over the water that had condensed there, drawing the outline of a square lackadaisically, smiling bittersweet as he inhabited the space with circles, dotting them with eyes and faces, recalling his family as he lay there with his rudimentary shapes. He peered across the cell to his cousin, Jarrol, who had given up any form of resistance, simply laying beside the wall to rest his wearied head, his eyes just open as he fought to maintain his hold over this world, for no reason other than to avoid the Zora from doing anything to him as he slept. Seeing that he hadn't gone crazy, yet, Lall returned to his water-drawing, sliding his index finger along either side of his daughter's circle, her red hair flashing in his mind in stark contrast to all the hues of blue that surrounded him here.

"What do you think they're doing..?"

Lall looked up toward his cousin, who remained in much the same place, nearly delirious as he spoke further, "our families, I mean…"

Sighing, Lall replied lowly, "Well, it's Thursday; Little Era is probably working on her studies to prepare for a nice weekend with her dad. but, of course, he's sitting in a Zora prison. Poor thing is gonna wake up and realize she's all-"

"My sister is probably whipping up something scrumptious," Jarrol interrupted, never having truly heard his cousin speak at all, "Hog brisket, or some keese stew with all the proper spices that make your mouth water just thinking about it."

Lall shut his eyes with a sigh, turning over onto his other side to give his shoulder a break from the hard floor, keeping to himself as his cousin went on in his delirium, Lall's grumbling quietly to himself in complaint. He had turned toward a small channel in the cell that was used to nourish any prisoners, though since they'd been put in here, it had only ran with water once, and even then, it was only a tepid stream, given by some runoff by the nearby falls. Now, it ran with a current, a rather hefty volume as well, nearly running over the inch-deep divet in the platform beneath him, earning a curious glance from Lall.

"Eh, cousin…" he murmured, heartlessly, "Your mouth isn't watering now, is it?"

Jarrol failed to stop, "-and her desserts, my goddess; strap one of her cakes to the back of its head and a Goron would erode their self away trying to get their tongue back there."

Lall groaned as he worked himself to his feet, slowly following the channel to the hole in the wall from whence it came, pushing his face through the bars and peering to the side, noticing a Zora child yanking on the lever that supplied the refreshment, hastily so, causing the Hylian a suspicious glance. Rivan's feet kept slipping down the wall as he tried keeping the lever down, and at the sudden sound of Lall's voice, he fell to his back completely, shutting the tiny door that blocked the water from entering the cell.

"Hey!" he'd shouted, warning a terrified stare from Riven as he lay there.

Another voice arose from the opposite end of the platform, though clearly in a whisper, "Think he's buttered up enough?"

"I don't know! Just ask him!"

Lall turned, confused, to the three other children, his eyes widening at the sudden idea that he and his cousin were prisoners to mere children, though as the crimson-finned child cautiously approached him, clearing his throat, Lall did his best to reserve his shock.

Sidon coughed into his hand, "Eh, I know this is rather awkward to be addressing prisoners and requesting help from them…"

"You have no idea," Lall answered pithily, mulling over that fact that his captors were half his size.

Sidon cleared his underdeveloped throat once again, his nervousness at addressing another Hylian also at play, speaking lowly as though he were ashamed to say, "Look, we need your help to-"

"AH!" Jarrol shouted happily, finally coming to the situation, jumping to his feet and rushing toward the door.

He suddenly tripped on the empty channel of water, sending him to the ground head first, though he quickly crawled toward the door, scurrying on the bars as he gave a desperate smile, recognizing some of the children from earlier, "K-Kids! Look- Look, I- We- We need to get back home. There's food there! There's food aplenty! Enough for- Okay, okay, okay; you don't care, but listen- Kids, please- We-"

Lall sighed, shaking his head, "I apologize; he refuses to sleep and is a bit off his rocker."

Sidon crossed his arms, tilting his head curiously, "They aren't feeding you?"

Jarrol laughed, though it was Lall who replied with a defeated sigh, "It might have been poisoned- Look, you wanted our help? How about we make a deal, huh?"

Bazz walked up toward Sidon's side, running his wrist along his face as he played it cool, "We don't even know if you can help us yet."

"Well, what are you wanting?" Lall asked, his cousin excitedly jittering around beside him, ready to walk out of this prison.

Sidon frowned, "Uh… We need to kill a Hylian…"

Lall's brow dropped in curiosity, though Jarrol's reaction was far more expressive, his body immediately halting at he stared at Sidon with fear-strained eyes. His body locked up as his eyes rolled back into his head, suddenly slumping over as he passed out from Sidon's blunt request, forcing the Prince to rub the back of his scalp uncertainly.

"I didn't mean you two…" he muttered.


Riven and Gaddison heaved a large bucket toward Jarrol, who'd been dragged out of the cell where Lall continued slapping him, trying to awaken his cousin with increasing urgency. He turned his head up toward the two kids with the bucket of water, quickly jumping feet and taking the heavy load from them, working his way atop his cousin, strained himself by the volume of water.

"So-" he grunted along with each step, "You think this will work? He's an apothecary; all that illusion and magic stuff was always just a hobby."

Sidon shrugged, "I figured it was worth a shot. We need something, anything, to get that thing away from that guy; I figured he might have more spells up his sleeve than just seeking boxes closed."

Lall frowned gloomily, turning his head away so as to not alert the Zora children to his dismay. That had been one of Jarrol's childhood pranks- it was merely a trick box, with zero magic required, though at this juncture, Lall simply went along with whatever the children suggestion, figuring it was better to go along with whatever they had.

He made it to Jarrol's side, slowly tipping the bucket over and splashing a torrent of water into his cousin's face, sending Jarrol's arms flyingas he desperately attempted to repel the massive stream of water. Lall relinquished his pouring as Jarrol rolled around, coughing up water, finally rolling onto his stomach with his cheek against the cold flooring below, which seemed to comfort him.

"I'm gonna die here…" he muttered to himself, any tears of his having been obscured by the water along his face.

Lall grinned, "Not yet, cousin! You have any more of those illusory tricks within your repertoire?"

"Yeah right," Jarrol rolled his eyes disdainfully, "Last time I did that, I was assaulted by enough of these young ones that I thought they'd take turned chomping at my toes or fingers or-"

He had slowly risen his head, his face turning pale at the sight if Sidon and the others, Gaddison's expression being particularly disgusted as she murmured quietly, "Eww…"

Jarrol went red in a concoction of embarrassment and fear, frozen there as Lall grabbed his shoulders, lifting him to his feet and slapping his hand against his chest with a wide grin, "Cousin! Look, we haven't the time- Now what other tricks do you know?"

Sidon and Bazz looked on expectantly as Jarrol nervously ran his fingers through his hear, his eyes peering upward in thought, his brow curling more and more with worry. He eyed his cousin, seeking some sort of assurance, before frowning, slumping his shoulders.

"You know that I picked that box trick at the academy," he admitted weakly, taking a step back as though anticipation some retaliation from the Zora children.

Bazz groaned, shaking his head, "Well, that doesn't do us much good. What now?"

Jarrol's ears perked as he listened in to Sidon as he scratched his chin in thought, "I mean, I like your idea, but I'm worried of the cost if it goes wrong. If we can think of something to get that thing out of his hand from a distance, that would at least help Lady Mipha and Link with-"

"Excuse me."

The two whipped their necks around toward Jarrol, whose hands were attached by his fingertips before his chest, clattering along each other with nerves as he muttered, "You're, uh, trying to do what exactly? Remove an object from somebody's hand?"

Sidon nodded, "Something like that, yeah."

Jarrol turned toward the tall, sleek walls of Zorana that all but encompassed the Domain, his red eyes clenching tighter as they ran up to the tallest peaks, wondering silently to himself as though formulating a plan. Lall grinned, rubbing his hands together like a miser about to pounce on whatever plan his cousin might be hatching, turning his head in anticipation toward the children.

"Ooooh, I know this look," he nodded, happily, "He may be frightful, my cousin, but only because he's got quite the mind whirring around in there that he has to protect! Trust me- in a moment or two, he'll let loose some powerful, potent bit of wisdom that'll-"

"Fleet Lotus," Jarrol muttered to himself, quietly, though everybody could hear him, with suddenly dropping faces, "Yes. That'll impede the bitterness of those tarts she can't make properly… Hmm…"

In unison, the four children turned to Lall with unamused faces, forcing the Hylian to chuckle nervously, scratching the hind of his skull, "W-Well, you know how these things go sometimes…"

"Wait!" Jarrol suddenly shouted, "You! You have fleet lotuses here, right?!"

Sidon nodded, "Yeah; they only grow in still water, so we often harvest them atop these very platforms."

Jarrol went on excitedly, clearly lost in over-tire, "Yesyesyes! But do you know whyyyy they grow only in water? Their pods are highly flammable under the right conditions, so they simply evolved to grow in places where most flames couldn't often reach. Grind up some fleet lotus, and with some of those pouches of flint we brought on our wagon…"

The Hylian cracked a grin, "Don't mess with an apothecary on no sleep, kids."

They nodded in unison.

As the collective got to work, Sidon approached Lall before he could leave, reaching up to yank on his shirt to get his attention, the Hylian all too happy to reply with a quick, "Hey, thanks for freeing us."

"No, thank you for helping us," Sidon confirmed, slightly upset, "I don't think you should have been put in here in the first place, but… Again, thank you."

Lall smiled, placing his hands on his hips in akimbo as he looked on, "Y'know, I grew up on stories about great Zora heroes. Gerudo and Goron as well, but you know, you wouldn't bother. My father always said that the Zora have sticks, and the Gorons have stones-"

He pointed to his forehead with a grin, "But in substitute of any of that, we Hylians use our heads- we're very resourceful. Perhaps if you're in a bind, consider finding one; we're far more than mere eye candy for you all to gawk at humorously, you know."

Sidon smirked, "I'll keep that in mind."