Uh, I'm back? It's been a while, I'll admit. I got writer's block, put the story on hiatus and continued on with my other stories.

Anyway, this one's short, but mostly it's just to get back into writing for Kismet.

Also, knew cover :D Lynk wears the breastplate over her champion tunic.

I revamped the old chapters—I do that whenever I've taken a break from a story, correct errors and such. This time it includes some improvements above just spelling mistakes.

There is an original child character in this chapter, you'll know her when she appears but this is mostly setting stuff up ;)

Ri2: I feel the Hylians aren't against it so to speak, but it's more hush-hush and I just feel that Hylians would see themselves as—not sure the right word, priggish? People that are above that sort of thing; of course, I could see the upper-class Hylians looking down on it more than others. Does that make sense?

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Chapter 8: Urbosa

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Her blood boiled.

Ungrateful brat.

Lynk was at a loss of words to even begin describing the seething anger that festered inside her.

She swung the training sword at the tree, slicing marks into the bark. She's been at it for over three hours already and the sun was finally reaching the horizon.

But no matter how much energy she expunged, nothing tamed the enmity.

How dare she—

Finally, Lynk stopped and took a deep breath, then dropped the sword and sprawled out on the ground, defeated. She rubbed her face and pressed her palms into her eyes.

"Just breathe." She whispered; she wanted to cry her frustration out. "Why me? Why me?"

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Today has been just awful. When Purah had finally made an advancement with the Guardians, Lynk just had to destroy it! Although, begrudgingly I am thankful that she had been there because neither Purah or I are well trained in the art of combat. We would have been dead had Lynk not been there. But did she have to completely destroy it?

Then I blew up at her, my frustration and anger at her and what had just happened had overwhelmed me. It was certainly not one of my finest moments.

However, once more I found myself the target of her disappointed expression. But I found it scarier when she stared at me with no emotion, just a blankness. Her words haunt my thoughts.

"You are a seventeen-year-old woman, your highness, not a child, it's time you start acting your age."

Do I really come off as such a child to her?

Is that all she sees me as? Some child to babysit?

It does not leave a pleasant feeling in my stomach. There is certainly no anger, oddly enough. Guilt perhaps?

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By morning, Lynk was already out on Myth, chasing down the Princess.

With Purah directions, she had made her way up towards the inactive Shrine by the ancient columns in Piper Ridge. The Princess thought herself sneaky, trying to slink out of the palace under the cover of dawn but the Princess had made the mistake of telling Purah where she was going.

And thus, Purah had come to Lynk.

Myth slowed to a halt beside Amber, the Princess's white steed, and Lynk swung herself off his back. She slowly approached the Princess, who had been busy trying to use the Sheikah Slate to see if the Shrine would react.

There was no reaction.

Lynk stayed back; had no desire to be closer than twenty paces.

The Princess turned, eyes narrowing. "I thought I made it clear that I am not in need of an escort. It seems I'm the only one with a mind of my own. I, the person in question, am fine, regardless of the king's orders. Return to the castle." She walked passed, chin raised as she moved to her horse. "And tell that to my father."

Lynk rolled her eyes, knowing the Princess wouldn't see it.

Honestly—how childish.

Lynk made sure to keep a good distance between them but didn't allow her too far.

"And stop following me!" She snapped.

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This time Lynk lingered even further back as the Princess road for the desert.

A minute behind, Lynk held a clear sight of the Princess but was far enough away that no conversation could be had—or yelling, perhaps would be a better term.

Lynk nasally exhaled, taking a drink from her waterskin when she felt a dull throb behind her eyes. It was going to be a long day.

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Knowing the Princess would be safe with Urbosa, Lynk was quite content to sit beside the Goddess statue and relax within the Gerudo town. She was shaded and it was quiet; perfect. It was that way for an hour before she was disturbed.

A young redhaired Gerudo shuffled up to her side with curiosity.

"Sav'aaq." She greeted.

Lynk blinked. "Ah, Sav'aaq?" She returned.

The child giggled. "Are you Campion Lynk?"

"I am." Lynk shifted upright more. "How'd you know my name?"

"Mother told me about all the other Campions! I'm Iket!"

Other champions—? Urbosa?

"Your mother's Urbosa?" Lynk questioned and Iket grinned. "Yep!"

Lynk grinned—

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Lynk didn't bother trying to stop her stumble and rolled onto the sand as her shield went flying, laughing all the while as Iket giggled beside her. The sand seal ionked as it wiggled to get back upright.

"You're a natural!" Iket scrambled to her feet as she squealed excitedly. "This is the most fun I've had in ages!"

"Ditto that." Lynk stood, brushing the loose sand from her clothing. "Again?"

"Again!"

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Naboris had come to a standstill and Lynk, knowing it was getting late for Iket, waved her off with a promise to come visit her in the morning.

Using the skills she'd learnt just hours earlier, Lynk shield surfed with a Sand Seal to the Divine Beast where she used the lift built into the machine to enter.

Lynk didn't think she'd never not be amazed at the sight of the Divine Beasts, let alone actually seeing the inside of them. She ran her fingers against a pedestal as she moved passed it and began her journey to location Urbosa and the Princess.

Walking up a ramp, Lynk walked passed the control node and then up another ramp to get onto the balcony where Urbosa and the Princess were sitting.

Or well, Urbosa was sitting, the Princess was sleeping.

Urbosa turned to look over her shoulder as Lynk approached. "You're quite the natural seal surfer. Although, I expected as much from someone of your skillset." Urbosa smiled and Lynk felt her cheeks warm, she had seen her? Urbosa peered down at the Princess. "She was out on a survey all day today. Still as the sands now. So, spill it. Have the two of you been getting along all right?"

Lynk clenched her jaw, making a vague shrugging gesture of not really.

"It's okay, I know. She gets frustrated every time she looks up and sees you carrying that sword on your back. It makes her feel like a failure when it comes to her own destiny." Urbosa met Lynk's eyes again. "Don't worry, it's not like you carry blame in any of this. It's unfortunate, she's put in more than enough time. Ever since she was a young girl, she's gone through rigorous daily routines to show her dedication. She once passed out in the freezing waters trying to access this sealing power and she has nothing to show for it. that's the motivation driving her research. I'd be doing the same thing. She really is quite special. You be sure to protect her with your life. It's quite the honour."

Lynk dipped her chin, fingers curling as she mulled over the words.

"The night brings a chill. It's probably time we take her in." Urbosa straightened up, lips curling upwards as a devious look coloured her face. "Or…"

Snap—BOOM.

Lightning struck the sand and the Princess startled awake. "Urbosa! What was that?! Did you feel that?!"

The Princess slowly turned to face Lynk. "Wait, what—how did you—what are you doing here?!"

Urbosa threw her head back and roared with laughter.

"What's so funny?"

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With the Princess tucked away in her bed for the night, Lynk walked beside Urbosa before coming to a standstill at the balcony to overlook the quiet nightlife of Gerudo Town.

"Have you always been this quiet?" Urbosa questioned.

Lynk huffed in amusement. "No. But it's easier this way."

"Perhaps." Urbosa dipped her chin, hands linked together behind her back. "Zelda was quite vocal about a recent, hm, clash you two had. I know that I am repeating myself, but her anger at you is not really because of you—she has admitted her own faults in the situation, and I'm sure there is more than one by some of the things she said. I would like to hear your side."

Lynk sighed heavily. "The frustration is mutual, I just want to do my job and I know she's stymied but her projecting is making my life infinity more difficult. She's not purposefully getting into trouble but—"

"Trying to get away from you just ends with her getting wound up in it?"

Lynk nodded.

"I think she only needs time." Urbosa mused. "She accepted her reaction yesterday was unsavoury. So just hang in there, yes? Zelda will come around eventually."

"If you think so." Lynk paused for a moment. "I met Iket by the way."

Urbosa laughed again. "Quite the young things isn't she?"

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We're approaching the moment Zelda stops being bratty :D

Hopefully, the next part won't take a year. ^^'