Not far out of town, upon a hill where a lone blossoming tree stood, Morskaya sat in its branches, overlooking the small village she had come to known as home. The small huts were like tiny mounds on a giant map spread before her, and the mountains in the distance seemed so huge, she felt she could reach out and touch them from there.

The countryside stretched far away from the tiny village, a single path twisting and turning into the distance where she knew Hyrule lay. Its castle was said to be a grand and splendid building, reaching up far into the sky, and even the small temple in comparison was a sight to behold.

The market place was said to be always busy, and full of amazing odds and ends, most of which no one knew what they were for, but bought them just for how interesting they appeared.

A village was said to lie nearby, across a small river, which led to the highest mountain in the kingdom, Death Mountain, where strange creatures called the Gorons dwelled.

Farther down the river, it was said, in a cave, the Zoras lived; strange creatures whom were fish people and could live underwater as they pleased within their domain.

A dense forest lay near that, where small child-like people lived. They all had green-yellow hair and lively, cheery eyes. Every one of them had a little fairy for a companion and lived in houses made out of the trees of their sacred forest.

In the center of the field was a small ranch, where a maiden who was said to have the most beautiful voice dwelled with her father. Her sole companions were the horses that she tended to everyday, and many a nights she stayed up late, singing in her lovely voice to those who listened after the sun was swallowed by the earth.

Across that field, she had heard stories of a great desert, of which upon the border there lived a race of female warriors called the Gerudo. They all had tanned skin and beautiful red hair. They were quite hostile, and greedy thieves, loving their huge hordes of treasures hidden within their fortress.

A great lake was said to lay right by this, immensely filled with many a strange creatures, the likes of which most mortals had never seen before. The crystal clear waters were cool and fit for swimming, and it was said the sunsets and daybreak were most beautiful when watched from the boarder of that lake.

Reaching out a hand in front of her, Sky attempted to grasp on to this image, as if in doing so, she could bring herself there to see it for herself. Finding she could not really do so, she dropped her hand back down sadly, longing to see the spectacles of Hyrule with her own eyes some day.

As she gazed for longingly towards the horizon, a voice began to drift to her upon the wind, calling her name. She tipped her head to one side, listening for the call to come again. When it did, it was apparent it came from the village down below, a faint call, almost undetectable to even her well-trained Sheikah hearing.

Picking a cherry blossom from a branch beside her, she split the petals apart with care, closing her fist gently around them. She outstretched her arm in front of her and opened her hand, palm up, scattering the soft pink petals into the wind as it carried them down towards the village far below.