My eyes opened to a blue, glasslike ceiling. Steam rose above me, and suddenly, it was too hot.

I sat up. Water splashed, and my skin was cold and bare. I looked down. I had no clothes.

I jumped out of the water, nearly slipping on the floor. I needed my clothes. There were only towels, and I grabbed them, knocking them all onto the floor. I covered myself fast, and then I froze.

There wasn't a sound, except for moving water.

Why did I have no clothes?

Where was I?

I looked down at my arms. My wounds were closed now, nothing but scars. How was that possible?

I wrapped the towel tighter around myself, and then pushed open the door to my room. Cold air rushed in, and I backed up, closing the door again. This was ridiculous. I couldn't go out there in just a towel.

Suddenly, there was a voice on the other side.

"Miss Amon?"

I didn't recognize this voice. A male.

"Yes?"

"Good to hear you're awake. Your clothes are being cleaned."

"Cleaned?"

"They were quite a mess when you came in."

I sighed. My other change of clothes was with my horse. How convenient.

I raised my voice. "How long will they be?"

He hesitated. "I'm not positive."

"Could I have some different clothes in the meantime? Instead of towels?"

Somehow, he sensed the impatience in my question. For a bit, I heard him rummage about. Then, I heard nothing for the longest time. I was afraid he'd just left.

A knock at the door startled me.

"I'm sorry, but this is all we have. I'll put them right here." Cloth brushed against the bottom of the door. I opened it and pulled the pile inside. It was an old tunic, slightly small, and some light pants. They were intended for a Hylian, most likely, probably one smaller than me. I sighed. They would have to do.

I finally pushed open the door. A Zora with green and white skin greeted me.

"Miss Amon."

"Just Amon is okay."

"Oh." He paused, and I glanced around. The place was dark, rainy. "Amon."

"Hm."

"Could I fill you in?"

"On what?"

"Well, King Dorephan is waiting to see you."

I looked at him. "Oh."

"If you're feeling well enough, I can escort you to see him."

"Sure."

I had no shoes. Those had been taken as well. Barefoot, I followed the Zora escort up a long flight of blue stairs. When I finally reached the top, my clothes were soaked through.

"Right inside," he said.

"Okay."

I looked up.

A huge fish sat at the other end of the room. At his sides, there were a few much smaller Zora. An emptiness opened up in my chest. What was I doing here? What authority did I have to be here? They could see right through me.

"Warrior Amon," said a booming voice. "Step forward. Let me look at you."

I stepped into the room, finally shielded from the rain. The water on my feet was cold. The blue, disorienting light confused me. Maybe I wasn't all better.

"Welcome to Zora's Domain."

This felt like a dream. I couldn't see properly.

"Father, wait," said a voice. "There's something wrong."

"Prince Si—!"

Everything was in a whirl. I couldn't stop it. There were voices everywhere. A hand touched my shoulder.

"Are you not feeling well?"

It was a soft, kind voice. I tried to look at him.

"I feel dizzy."

The speaker turned away from me. "We should wait."

"I'm sorry," I muttered. I couldn't see anything.

"I understand," said the voice. It was warm now. "It's alright."

"Prince Sidon—"

The voices faded out.

It was a dream.

"My King, clearly there has been some kind of mistake."

"She was a wreck when she first came in here. This isn't the Champion we asked for."

"Regardless, I think this whole affair is a waste of time..."

"My Prince, I can take her from here."

"That won't be necessary. Show me her room."

"…a healing bath."

"How long?"

"Only a few hours. Not long."

"So, that's why..."

"She seemed fine earlier."

"We're not exactly friendly to humans here. Vah Ruta is difficult enough on us as it is."

"... rests up well. Tomorrow, we'll try again."

"Don't let her worry."