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The sunlight stretched over the horizon chasing away any hint of the night. Morning came quickly in the desert. Ender quickly changed into her proper clothes and checked on the baby. He was still asleep. She changed his diaper as quickly and neatly as possible. Putting him on her shoulder she covered him loosely with the blanket and walked out of the house. She looked around and let out a sigh of relief. No one was awake yet. That gave her enough time to get to Oma's quarters without being noticed.
She felt rushed. One side of her was nagging her to get there as quickly as possible. The other side, however, told her to slow down before the baby started crying. That was the last thing she needed. She followed her first instinct and continued speed walking. She didn't want a fellow tribe member to see her holding a child of alien blood. The only thing she was really hoping was that Koume and Kotake weren't awake. If they found out about the baby they would tell every last Gerudo in Gerudo Town. She would be exiled for sure.
"Sav'otta, Ender," a voice cried out.
Ender froze, "Of course," she muttered under her breath. They decide to wake up early today. When I have to do something important, they decide to wake up early. That's just great, Ender thought, annoyed. She took in a deep breath and turned towards the voice.
It was Koume. The older twin of the pair and was responsible for making every weapon in Gerudo Town. She had short, messy, bright orange hair. She was wearing an outfit similar to Ender's. Except she wore a light red vest, thick brown gloves, and a white apron.
"Sav'otta, Koume," Ender forced herself to say cheerfully. "You're up early."
"I know," Koume responded, "But so are you, and, um…" she glanced awkwardly from Ender to the light blue blanket covering her shoulder. "I hope you don't mind me asking Ender, but what's on your shoulder? It can't be Kyra, she's too big."
Ender stuttered, at lost for words. She took a deep breath and looked Koume straight in the eyes. "I can't tell you."
A small smile came across Koume's face. She must've thought it was a joke. "What? Why?"
"Because if I do, you'll tell everyone. Not to mention, there's a chance I'll be executed if Lady Oma says no. You can't risk it, Koume."
"But you have to tell someone, right? So tell me."
"If I do, you'll be executed alongside with me. Are you really willing to be separated from your sister, all because you had to know something so trivial?"
Koume paused and looked at the house behind her. She looked around, studying her surroundings. Tarps were held by large poles over markets that weren't open yet. The large, oddly shaped rock structures stood out against the flat landscape. Water gushed out at its usual pace. The water hit the roofs and following the maze of pathways carved in said roofs. She turned her head towards the palace.
Was she really willing to give up everything she grew up with? Clean, running water, friendly faces, protection… Her sister. No. And nothing in Hyrule would change that. "Fine," Koume looked at Ender. A serious, cold face replacing her warm aura. Koume continued, "Do what you must. But if you are executed, you can't say I knew anything about this."
"Good decision," Ender turned towards the palace and walked away at a brisk pace. She entered the palace and immediately went to Oma's quarters. Two soldiers were standing guard but they let her through and she knocked on the door. A muffled 'come in' answered and she did so. She closed the door quietly behind her and looked at her chief. "Lady Oma," she said.
Oma looked up at Ender. She looked tired but it didn't matter. She was in charge of Gerudo Town and all of its residents. She had to make sure everything stayed in check. "Sav'otta, Ender. Is there a problem?" Oma asked warmly.
"Well, yes. There is a problem."
Oma immediately took interest. "What is it? Are the Hylians blaming us for something again?"
Ender could tell that Oma was joking but sighed. "No, we have a real problem to deal with."
Oma fixed her posture and looked at Ender. "What is it?"
"I found a Hylian baby in the desert. I couldn't find anyone near him. I believe he was abandoned. I was wondering if I… if I could take care of him." Ender paused and looked at Oma. Who seemed to be evaluating the situation.
Oma chuckled, "If we didn't sign a treaty with the Hylians some ten thousand years ago, I would tell you to leave him. And who knows, maybe after he died of exposure a Molduga would find him."
Ender let out a small sound of shock and shook her head, grateful, now more than ever, that Oma's mother lost her position or else that would actually happen. Unfortunately, Oma had a bad habit of mentioning punishments or something else her mother would do and would joke about it. Her dark sense of humor terrified every Gerudo out there. And she was sure every Gerudo hoped that it wouldn't pass on to her daughter, Urbosa. Who was busy visiting her friend at Hyrule Castle.
"Oma, please," Ender muttered, "This is serious."
Oma let out a breath of laughter, "Yes, I apologize. By the way, where is the baby? Did you bring him with you?"
Ender nodded and uncovered her shoulder. The baby was still sleeping.
Oma closed her eyes in thought. There was a short moment of silence before she opened her eyes and stated, "You can keep the baby."
Ender blinked, "Really?"
"Yes. If we leave him in the desert, the Hylians might think we took his mother's life. If we try to return him to the Hylians, they will think we stole him. And killing him isn't an option because of the treaty—not that I would do such a thing. So I guess keeping him is the best option." Oma rose from behind her desk and walked over to Ender. "While we're on the topic, do you mind me asking what you plan on naming him?"
"I-I don't have a name for him."
Oma helped herself and took the light blue blanket off the remainder of Ender's shoulder. She looked over the blanket and noticed light orange stitching in the corner. "Strange," Oma muttered.
"What?"
"There's stitching on the blanket—Hylian, most likely. It's a mess, though."
"Sweet Nayru, it'll be a miracle if we get just one letter out of that."
After continuous trial and error, Ender and Oma managed to get four letters translated.
"The letters spell out Link, but he obviously had a longer name," Ender said, "Or perhaps it's the name of his father."
"Or mother. But what else are we supposed to do? Name him Link-ondorf or something instead of Link?" Oma chuckled as she mocked a previous leader, then put a hand to her chin as if actually considering that option.
"So his name is Link, then?"
"His name is Link."
