It was a very sunny day in the land of Hyrule. On Death Mountain, The Gorons were outside, enjoying themselves by rolling down the mountain. It was one of their favorite things to do, especially on a day like this. "Yo Taren! You wanna race?" One of the Gorons said. "Sure." Taren replied. Taren was just your average Goron, he was an expert at sewing and making clothing, which, of course wasn't that great because Gorons didn't even wear clothes! He created the Goron Tunic so that people other then Gorons could endure from the inside of Death Mountain. He has always been intrigued about the other species that inhabited Hyrule. But from this day on, his simple life changed forever. Taren and the other Goron lined-up next to each other and got ready for the race. "Ready, set, GO!" And they both tucked into balls and rolled down the mountain at tremendous speed. They where both neck and neck as they passed the first curve. Then Taren was falling behind as they both were heading down the hill toward the Dodongo's cavern. As they made the curve past the Dodongo's cavern, Taren was gaining speed; he was close behind. They were 20 feet away from the end of the trail. was on his friend's tail. They were seconds away from the end and Taren had caught up with his friend, but he wasn't going to lose that easily. And just by a split second, Taren won! They both slowed down to a complete stop and untucked themselves and stood upright. Both Gorond were out of breath. "Wow! That was a great race, Taren! You've really been practicing hard!" "Yeah, I finally beat you." Taren replied.
Just then, Taren heard what sounded like a baby crying. "What is that noi-"Taren looked down and saw a baby boy, wrapped up in a silk blanket. Taren walked over to the baby and picked him up. Taren took a good look at him. He had tan skin, red eyes, and brown hair. "Taren, come take a look at this." Taren came over to where his friend was and what Taren saw utterly shocked him. Kakariko Village had been burnt to the ground! They was blood everywhere and a lots of dead Sheikah bodies lay on the ground motionless. Then the baby started to cry. Taren wasn't an experienced parent. He had no children of his own, but he did know a little bit about childcare. He gently rocked the baby, hoping that it would work on a creature other then a Goron. Thankfully, I worked and Taren sighed with relief. Taren knew that this child must be a Sheikah and that he was lucky to have survived whatever happened. "Well, I can't just let you stay here all by yourself little guy. You're coming home with me." Taren said. "Are you sure that's a good idea? You know how the chief feels about people other then us Gorons." Taren's friend said. "What choice do I have? He's just a baby; he wouldn't be able to survive out here alone." Taren replied. "Come on, let's go back to the city." Taren started heading back up the trail, carrying the baby Sheikah in his arms.