This is my first Fanfic. I don't own LOZ or DAI

The group of tall, muscular, tanned, redheads stood upon the beach were the Gerudo. A tribe of all female warriors who lived deep within the desert of Hyrule. All wore similar clothing consisting of red bindings around their chests, baggy white harem trousers, pointed flats and accented gold shin and arm braces, and earrings.

The final supplies had been loaded onto a raft to be transported to a small ship, nestled a mile out to sea. Weapons, tools, food, medicine and other necessities were needed for the long voyage away from Hyrule. They did not have a set destination. As long as it was away from the cruelty and prejudice of the Hylians, where they could live in peace and find men to keep up their population, it would be the place to start a new tribe.

"Are you sure I shouldn't stay, Priestess Faru? Even the voltfruit no longer grows without assistance." one of them asked, holding the hands of an elderly member of her tribe. The young woman had a high ponytail that braided her long hair half way down her back.

"We will be fine, Muara." Faru reassured. "You need to help your sisters in the new world. Your magic will grow enough food for them once you settle."

Muara was one of the very rare Gerudo with magical capabilities. Having been trained in elemental magic had assisted in growing plants, helping to provide food and vegetation to the desert's hostile environment. She was a valuable member of the tribe.

"Come on! We have to go!" called out a Gerudo who was standing on the raft, oar in hand. They all knew time was of the essence. Soon the Hylians would discover their location and they didn't want to risk a fight with how outnumbered they had become or losing their one ticket for salvation.

Stepping back, Muara bowed towards the family she knew she may never see again. "Sav'orq, my sisters. May the Goddess of the Sands watch over you" she said, praying that her tribe will survive the trip back to the desert before turning towards the raft. Stepping on and taking the second oar, both Gerudo pushed themselves away from the shore and paddled their way to the ship.

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The sails billowed in the wind as the ship started its journey to lands unknown. Muara watched as the sight of land faded into the distance until Hyrule had disappeared and alone, their vessel was floating in the empty ocean. "No looking back. Keep marching forward" she muttered to herself as she turned and walked towards the ship's bow. She knew it was not made for the unknowns of the open sea. It only just fit the 12 crew members aboard.

"The Sheikah had been kind enough to assist us in making this ship. It may not be much but it should hold till we reach new sands." The captain said, walking to Muara's side, catching her critical eye.

"If we survive the journey" came a weak voice, leaning over the side, the sound of retching not far behind it. "I wish it didn't rock so much."

"Patience, You'll get your sea legs soon enough."

"I'm not a Zora."

"Keep leaning that far over and you'll wish you were" the captain laughed. She then turned to Muara, getting her composure back and handed her a gourd shaped, wooden canteen with a small piece of rope wrapped around the middle to make a handle. "Your water ration. Use sparingly, we don't know when we'll attain more. It should last 3 days."

"Thank you, captain." Muara said, taking the canteen. "Which direction are we headed?

"We move towards the west, following the setting sun. It is unexplored but there is an opportunity in that"

"I pray to Din the weather keeps clear. Even the Hylians wouldn't traverse these waters"

"The Gerudo will live on. We always do." The Captain then grasped Muara's shoulder. "Rest now. Tomorrow you will need to start growing the melons in the crates on the starboard stern"

Muara nodded and proceeded to the lower deck. The hull of the ship was filled with boxes and barrels strapped tightly with rope netting so they wouldn't topple or slide across the wooden floorboards. Several hammocks were hung above to maximise what little space they had left. Taking one, she climbed into the hanging sheet, letting her body suspend, supported. Closing her eyes, her mind relaxed as she drifted into sleep.

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A loud thunderous roar was what woke everyone from their slumber. The ship's timbers creaked as rough waves thrashed against it, causing the hull to sway violently. Muara stumbled to her feet and made her way to the deck. The dark clouds swirled above as another clap of thunder roared not too far in the distance. Someone ran past her inside, bucket in hand, probably trying to bail out the endless torrent of rain from below decks.

Looking up, she saw that the sail had come loose. With how strong the winds were, it may have damaged the mast and then they would all be stranded. With determination in her eyes, Muara ran to climb the rigging, up to the top of the mast. Clinging tightly to the wooden beam of the yardarm with her legs, she crawled gingerly towards the end then proceeded to pull the sail up. The rain water had seeped into the sails material, making it twice as heavy than usual. Along with the slippery beam, it took quite a bit of energy to bring the sail up and secure it in place without falling.

Suddenly, a large wave crashed over the side of the boat, tipping it roughly to one side. Muara gripped to the yardarm as tightly as she could as she felt herself being suspended above the raging black abyss. Her heart fell as she felt her wooden support slip from her grasp. Curse the blasted rain. Soon, she felt her arms and legs unravel and she plummeted backwards.

Muara crashed into the freezing salt water, winded from the impact. The sudden gasp of water filled her lungs and though she desperately fought to reach the surface for air, the chaotic sea's currents were too strong to fight against. She felt her consciousness slipping. Eyes closed. Limbs ceased motion. Her body was pulled by the waves to its intended destination.