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By midday, the clouds are thin, even in some parts broken. I stand on the village's clean grass in my filth. I watch as small, Sheikah children run pass and shriek with joy. Their white hair shining bright as the sun chooses to shine. It is as if the war is not on, as life in Kakariko has never been disturbed. It is a different story when you see the wounded men and women enter the village. The faces of the young soldiers weathered and thin from the hard reality of what lies on the other side of the entrance brings me near sadness. However, one cannot truly mourn for a people who were a lost cause in the first place.

I feel a smile creep its way across my lips as I see an awkward Sheikah approach me. I know her name before she even speaks; the eyes she uses to stare at me are ones I have grown to hate, though it is good to see her alive.

"State your name and homeland," her voice is shaky as she holds a paper in one hand and a quill. She dips the quill into ink that is looped onto her belt. I stand for a moment with my smirk. Her shoulders raise and I can tell I intimidate her.

"You must be Impa," I furrow my eyebrows looking to confirm my thoughts.

She looks around the village and nods, "Yes." She whips the paper to straighten it, "May I have your names and homeland?"

"Loretta sent me here. She told me you would know what to do with me-,"

"Loretta spoke with you?" her eyes widen- it is at this moment I realize her eyes are not silver, but a very light almost airy pink. "How is she? I haven't seen her in nearly-," she stops herself and lowers her head at the sudden outburst. "I don't understand," she shakes her head, "What is the meaning of this? Why did she send you to me?" she examines me, "You aren't even armed-,"

"She told me that when she gets back she will explain-,"

"When she gets back?" Impa pinches her checks up with a dimwitted look. "Why is she coming here?"

"When I left, her camp was under attack," I shrug and motion my hands to the wounded soldiers, "don't you see all the people coming here wounded?"

"Gerudo," she snorts arrogantly, "there are always men and women entering this place. This is war." She sighs, "Did she say when she would be here?"

I shake my head. She lowers her chin and closes her eyes. Something is causing pain in her heart. "Did you see my brother?" her voice is small; a drastic change to the Impa I knew.

"Yes, he was the one who found me," I take a step back, "he saved me." She smiles.

"Pike has always been like that…" her voice trails. "Did he tell you if-," she corrects herself, "when he'll be back?"

I shake my head and I see that the brightness in her dims. She is only a child in this world of pain and frustration. "He will be back," I sigh, "he is strong and a great warrior. He is too smart for the Gorons to harm him."

The girl smiles at my reassuring words. She looks down at the paper and repeats, "Name and homeland?" her voice is light and warm.

"Ganondorf Dragmire, and as you have probably guessed; Gerudo Fortress," I nod nudging her shoulder. She hums a laugh and I am shocked that she finds my flirtatious touch to her liking. "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking. I know how you women are about age-," I stop as her face reddens.

"Seventeen," she says and smiles with a closed mouth.

I nod. I feel the need to make her blush more, "A young lady of your age must be married off by now, yes?"

The girl's face shoots down and she can no longer hide her bright smile. She uses the paper to hide behind and after she has composes herself she laughs, "No." She arches an eyebrow at me, "You flatter me with that mouth of yours. Most men would never be so bold as to ask me such a question."

I laugh, "Well, it is my duty to know such a thing." I look around the village, "So this is the great Sheikah village," I take a deep breath, "it must be difficult to run such a place in an orderly fashion with so many people coming and going... mostly staying, I presume."

Impa nods, "I try my best." She sighs as she walks and I follow, "When Pike was here, things were easier. But," she smiles, "we have managed without him for the time being." She points to a small house, "You will be staying there. The rooms are packed, and you might not get a bed. If that is the case; come to me and I should have extra blankets, you can find me in that house there," she points to another house. "Make sure you get to me early in the night; I have to turn down people later because of the shortage of the beds and blankets." She points to the children, "I don't know how the Gerudos go about, but here we look after each other. If you see a child crying, do not think twice. Most of their parents are dead. There are many orphans here…" she sighs. "If you watch out for others, chances are they'll watch out for you."

"Sounds like you run a pretty tight ship here," I nod. The sun hides in the clouds and a cool wind blows. "Is there a specific time for bed?" I joke.

Impa shakes her head with her humming laugh, "No, but with the days getting shorter and the nights long, chances are you don't want to be caught out too late." She nods her head to the north, "If something happens; we have told everyone to regroup in the cemetery down there." She shrugs, "We haven't had any attacks recently, but," she looks around the village at the ruined buildings, "when we do have those issues… they are very devastating."

I nod and open my mouth to speak, but she cuts me off.

"It was very nice meeting you Ganondorf, but as you can see; Kakariko is a very busy place and I have elsewhere to be," she waves and then leaves.

I grip my belt and make my way to the house where my supposed bed is. I open the door and immediately I am stunned with the smell of body odor and fecal matter. Babies are crying and mothers are trying their best to calm them. When they see me, they only stare. I make my way up a flight of stair and see a group of men. Their beards are thick and grey as they puff on pipes and drink their drinks.

I walk into a room down a hall and find a bed. I walk towards it and stop. Movement catches my eyes in my peripheral vision. I turn my head and notice a mirror. It takes a moment to realize the reflection staring back at me is I. I touch my face and examine the newly discovered youth.

The wrinkles, though small, are now gone. My skin has a slight glow to it and my hairline is back to where it should be. I am back to my young, awkward, lanky self. I am twenty-perhaps twenty-one. My shoulders are broad and seem to be too big for my own body. I let a laugh out and cover my teeth in embarrassment. My mouth and teeth are too large for my face as they were all those years ago. my eyes are lively and my cheeks have a healthy fatness to them.

I stop gawking at myself and make my way to the bed. I am tired, and the call of sleep is much too coveted by me. I lay in the bed and close my eyes. The bad is a drastic change from the silks and feathers that Hyrule Castle had to offer, but are welcomed none the less.

Let me know what you think, how you like it (or not), and how you think this shit will go down. We are far from over and getting there quick...

Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads!

… Sorry, felt like that needed to be added…

Just for my pleasure…

If you don't get the reference, you're either too young or not as big of a loser as I am lol… but yeah…

Hope you enjoyed this chapter lol