From the diary of Elias the 3rd, 5/12/55

Hylian.

That was the name given to those who were chosen by the Goddess, whose name we didn't know at the time.. She seemingly chose people at random, the sick, the criminally insane, or just random joes off the street, black, white, asian and so on. She took them in a flash of golden light, sometimes for days on end, and when they came back, the reactions they got from the people sparked a phenomena never before seen in human history.

On a physical and mental level they were somewhat mostly the same. You could easily recognize the ones who didn't have deformities beforehand and they weren't lobotomized like the screeching rats in the tabloid magazines or on TV would have you believe. But what did change was astounding. I remember when the first person blessed by Hylia came back to earth, a fat, balding 23 year old man from China with elephantitis. He looked like a god; his skin, flawless, hair soft and beckoning to be touched through the TV, eyes showing a confidence and hope that were never there before. Now at first I thought I was gay, but nearly every man I talked to that wasn't panicking or having an existential crisis, even the homophic druggie downtown that liked to rob anyone whose belongings slightly jingled, had the same reaction I did. But the thing that stood out once you got past that were the ears. They were long, pointed, and they seem to be able to twitch indepently from each other like those old rabbit ear antennae from the 90s.

I remember when the child I was babysitting, who then became my daughter, saw this miracle. It awakened a side of her I had never seen, and in the coming years, which would then become centuries thanks to Her Grace, I would see things from these Hylians that would make me a true believer.

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8 years ago...

"HYLIA HELP US!"

The developing colony of Kakariko was in flames. The barrier that prevented the creatures of this land from entering had failed in it's purpose, allowing pig and dog monsters to run loose in their city. Their howls and squeals drove even the bravest soldier into hiding, and since the colony had just recently received the standard armor and weaponry shipment from Hylia's drones, the men and women who defended themselves were easily slaughtered, a few unlucky ones not even given the mercy of being killed first before they were cooked and eaten alive. Muddy brown fire raged throughout the settlement, the screams of it's inhabitants drowned out by the cries of joy emenating from their attackers.

Their only hope came with the only known mage in the colony. She was a true Hylian, 16 years old and blessed by Hylia herself, and it was with her power that forced the leader of this assault out of hiding.

"Ah, so you're the creator of the barrier." The leader of the invasion, a large, black pitbull Moblin in pants, said to the little Hylian. "You are quite..different from what I was suspecting." He wasn't even sure if the teenaged girl in front was really part of the the race of the Goddess born bastards. There was something off about her. She looked Hylian, though her ears were thicker and pointed down with two diamond earrings hanging from them, and her skin as pale as what many in his clan woul compare to Cucco feathers. Her hair was a bright blue like her eyes, almost tear shaped at the top, with two short ends poking out from behind her neck and two bangs going down her cheeks and to her chin. She wore a cloak over her shoulders that ended at her elbows, the right side of the cloak as blue as her hair, and the left side as purple as the short dress she wore. The cloak itself was kept in place by a diamond broach that had a clip on it's back, and her dress barely reached to her knees. It had diamond shaped holes on the side exposing her skin, and on her feet were long, brown boots with the same triangle that his ancestor's master had sought many times in the past. "I see you follow the false deities Hylia likes to parade around." She was quite beautiful, and not a single blemish to be shown on her skin. He knew a Darknut chieftan that liked girls like her, so maybe if he captured her alive..

"I am Fi." The girl stated emotionessly, her blank and mechanical stare putting the Moblin off guard. "And I ask you not to associate me with these blasphemers. I only guard these fanatics because I have to, no more no less. Pray tell, who are you? Your voice is quite refined and cultured for your race."

"I am called Amadeus." The large Moblin said, ignoring the racist jab. "As for why I have the name, I have quite the soft spot for humans." His face turned into a snarl as he snapped his fingers and raised his hand in the air. Fi stared at him emotionlessly as a Lynel head landed in his palm. "But even I have my limits."

"A Lynel head."

"One that was sent by this colony!" Amadeus roared. "Now how, pray tell, did you get one of the Lynel clan out of their territories to attack my clan?!"

"I have no idea." Fi stated as a Moblin horde grabbed a construction beam and began using it as a baseball bat. "No one in this colony, me included, can stand against those creatures." She tilted her head. "Tell me, how many men did you lose?"

"Far too many!" Amadeus howled. "This thing ran rampant throughout my settlement and nearly killed my wife! 33% of my troops roasted to a fine brown!" He shook his head sadly, pulling a Moblin finger out of his pocket and chewing on it. "Villanon was such a good soldier. His remains kept us fed on the journey here."

"...I see..." Fi stated. "And how did you come to the conclusion this colony was responsible for the loss of your men?"

"I can read your species's language, Hylian." Amadeus said, reaching into his other pocket and pulling out a silver, card shaped device. "I found this in his main before we put him down, some guy named Gorman, right?" Fi's pupils shrunk to pinpricks. "Lynels only put things in their mane if they have a purpose for them, and since the only way into one of your little 'colonies' is to be invited-"

"-Then someone purposefully left the colony to contact the Lynels." Amadeus backed away, fangs bared at the anger displayed on Fi's face.

"What the hell?!" Why was he feeling this sudden fear?! He could easily kill this girl before she could whip out a spell, so why was his base animal instincts telling him to run?!

"They violated my protection contract." Fi stated, her blue eyes filled with rage as she grounded her teeth. "He nearly got master killed!"

"W-what are you talking about?!" Amadeus got out, struggling not to whimper like a puppy. 'I-it can't be- She's-"

"I apologize." Fi stated, resuming her calm, emotionless stance and putting Amadeus at ease. "I tend to forget how my power can affect creatures of darkness. What I mean is I will let you have your vengenace. Excuse me for a second." Fi disappeared in a flurry of blue and purple rectangles and reappeared with a brown haired Hylian in farm clothing and a strange, pointed mustache. "It's too bad. The one who had initiated the contract with the Lynel is in the process of being ripped apart and having his organs harvested." She almost sounded regretful as the man began screaming in fear of the Moblin staring down at him. "Instead I have his twin brother. They are completely equal in personality, so you can enact your revenge on him."

"W-what?!" The man screeched, turning to Fi angrily with tears in his eyes. "What are you talking about you damn freak?!"

"His brother had used a ritual to contact a Lynel mage." Fi said to Amadeus, ignoring the Gorman brother as he cursed her out. "I sensed the signal when I went to his ruined house. It seems he wanted revenge on a member of your clan for taking his horse."

"That horse was the best in Kakariko!" Gorman screeched. "That redheaded slut doped up her 'precious Epona' and stole our mentally challenged brat keeps stealing our food! We wanted revenge on her but then those monsters came and stole our horses! And now you're letting them run roughshod over our home?!"

"Considering you violated our contract and put master's safety in jeopardy, yes."

"UARRGHH!" Gorman raised hs fist and punched Fi straight in the face, only for his bones to break loudly open impact with her contradictorily soft skin. "YOU BITCH! JUST WAIT UNTIL HYLIA HEARS ABOUT THIS!"

"Yes, you are right. Excuse me once again." She teleported away and reappeared with a young blonde baby in a bundle. "I will interrogate your spirit on how you and your brother came into possession of a Dark Contract, but for now Mr Amadeus, I would like to negotiate a deal with you."

"W-what deal?" Amadeus asked, confused.

"I will tell you later." She said, eyes narrowing hatefully at Gorman. "But for now..you have your vengance."

"W-wait!" Gorman cried fearfully, getting on his knees, tears in his eyes from the pain of hs broken hand. "You can't do this! There are so many innocents here! L-like those people from Romani Ranch! I-I know all the brats hiding spots, surely you care for them, right?!"

Fi tilted her head curiously. "Impossible. They had left to go to the colony of Impa hours ago. They registered their exit in the computer databanks." Gorman gulped. "Your attempt at trying to distract me is quite amusing, but like this colony, you serve no purpose." Fi stepped away, the baby in her arms crying as Amadeus grabbed the screaming and crying Gorman by his head. "Have fun."

"With pleasure." Amadeus growled, a malcious grin on his face as he crushed Gorman's head like a grape, ending his life and causing his blood to seep from the cracks of Amadeus's hand like water. He then wasted no time in eating the Hylian within seconds, down to his clothes. "Ahh, that hit the spot!" He said happily. "Wish all Goddess born creatures were like you!" Fi raised a brow. "Oh please! Not even a Lynel could cause a Moblin to react like how you did a few minutes ago!"

"I see." Fi said, shushing the child in her arms. "Now as for my deal.."

"Oh yeah that. You gave my boys quite the reward, so whatever you want, you get it, as long as it's within my power of course."

"Understood." She nuzzled the baby with a fondness and love that wouldn't be expected of a child who sent a man to his death. "These creatures..are invaders. Imposters that dare use the name my creators gave her people They have turned the people the heroes of the past fought so hard to protect into inhuman abominations, left a prosperous kingdom into ruin, and made this planet uninhabitable for the lifeforms that lived here previously. I only protected this colony out of obligation to protect my master, with the stipulation that they must protect him with their lives. Since they obviously failed, I see no need in associating with them. Do as you wish, but for my first demand, I wish for you to destroy every single thing here. Leave nothing alive or standing."

Amadeus's fanged smile shined. "I like you. Cover the kid's ears." Fi obeyed as Amadeus let out a loud, echoing howl. Every Moblin stopped what they were doing and looked to the sky as his howl lowered and heightened in pitch at certain intervals. When he was done, the Moblins became more violent, shrieking louder then before and destroying whatever they could faster. "Deal. What else do you want?"

"Protect master and me with your life, and in exchange, I will protect you from the imposter's army."

present time

"YAH!" HAH!"

Fi watched from the trees as her 10 year old master used captured, still living Miniblins as target practice. He was as flawless with his swordplay as the masters before him, the brutality of his Moblin upbringing showing in his swings and slashes. It amazed Fi he still had the innocence his ancestors had. It was completely unnerving to her. Scratch that, it was completely frightening to see such a young child be so bloodthirsty. There was no malice as he decapitated a Miniblin, no rage or hatred as he gouged one of their eyes out; it was like a child practicing for a sport and having a damn good time with it.

'And yet.' Fi thought sadly as she looked forlorn at the boy she protected. 'It was the only way to save him.' Had she not struck that deal with Amadeus, Hylia would have picked up the presence of the Triforce in Link. Back then, she was too inexperienced, too new at using this alternate method technology, not helped that she was reincarnated into one of the false worshipper's wombs, and she still had no clue how to work the impostor's machinery. Not helped that her own magic prevented her from aging, and with her name known throughout the colonies, she was no longer safe hiding under the impostor's nose. With how many evil deeds a Moblin tribe committed on a daily basis, their residual darkness could easily mask the Triforce's energy since Link was so young, and she figured that she could reverse the dark influences such a life would have on him.

...But she came to quickly learned that arrogance and hubris affected all beings. Link looked on at the bloody mess he made, sweaty from the work and wit not a dab of blood on his armor. He counted that as a win as he went to take a bath, glad that the freak wasn't here to ruin his fun. Fi looked angrily as he left her view. Her master hated her. It was still something she couldn't get over, and the worst part is, he delighted in his hatred and at times, almost feared her. Thankfully, this little partnership was almost at an end. Once they reached Lake Hylia, or Lake 14 as they called it now, she would no longer have to fear this impostor. Because while she may no longer be bound to the Master Sword, there were other holy blades that could get the job done almost as well as it could.

The Canyon Transport System consisted of over 50 roads and over 125 railroad tracks. Many of these roads and tracks went through the tower and into the thick mountainsides, where even more settlements were established. No one in the Great Canyon questioned how the system was built, just like everyone stopped questioning why the sky was blue in the past. There were some things just not worth exploring.

Farore landed directly on one of the canyon's trains, a primitive coal powered machine, as it passed over a magma pool in Subrosian territory. (The last energy signal was around here..I think.) Ah the downside of true sentience. You can't leave every up to basic computations. And for Farore and her sisters, that had been a constant problem when finding their targets. The Canyon was big, almost as big as Teckas, or whatever name that state was, she tended to forget the original names that were in the colonized worlds. According to the last census, there were over 22,000 residents in this sector alone, most of them Gorons and Subrosians, species that had a very low male to female gender ratio. In order to find the next Maiden, Farore would need to look for anything out of the ordinary. (Now what did these Subrosians look like?) She pulled up a file detailing the race. (Oh, hooded midgets.) With magic hoods apparently, since she could only see their eyes and empty blackness for their faces. (Four to three feet tall, around 55 pounds at the heaviest..) And it seemed that they had some form of psychokinesis, as the file showed the creature lifting books and welding materials over their heads without hands.

+Attention passengers+ Farore heard the train conductor say as the train began to slow down, the unnaturally deep voice putting him at probably Goron descent. +We are arriving at Canyon Station 42B. Exit here for connecting services to Subrosia City, Magma Corridor, and the Goron Market.+

(Hmmm..) The energy signature wasn't in Subrosian territory, but it wasn't the first time she was fooled. There was a limit to how far the maps of the Canyon went after all. ( Switching auxillary weapons to geothermal absorption, changing control signal frequency...) The train came into the station, Farore's metal armor destroying the roof as it came to a stop. Ignoring the screams of the population, she continued her work. (Toxidious Clencher, detach) Her left arm flew off ahead of her and into the station, Farore ignoring the screams of the people waiting for their train as her arm went along it's way. (Bagu Ballista, detach) Her right arm detached and flew alongside of the train. Both arms detached, Farore's upper armor phased away from her, splitting itself down the middle an attached themselves to Farore's left and right, forming jagged, thick, almost skeletal green arms. (One searching the city, one searching the train.) It was a risky move, but she had enough of this endless searching. By the time the sun had set, the Sage of Earth will be in her claws!

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The Moblin Nursery was where young Moblins went in order to find their place in the clan, either as powerful hunters, grunt work at the settlement, or food for the mounts and their fellow Moblins should the child fail at the most basic task. It was located in the center of Whittleton, right above a cave that could be used the hide the children should the settlement fall. The nursery also functioned as the farm/barn for Whittleton, the chidlren basically being the janitors and maids for the warriors of the clan. Amadeus was quite the benevolent clan ruler for a Moblin, and thanks to Fi forcing his hand by stealing from the ruins of Kakariko clean linen, bedding that automatically cleaned itself and something other than their own urine and dung to tell where their homes were, seeing as how the Moblin children tore down the home made for them, their underdeveloped noses unable to find their territories with such disgusting smells as 'pine' and 'strawberry' agitating their senses. It was Fi's attempt to make her and her master's stay more comfortable, and judging by the ruined, bloody mess the nursery was, reduced to walls and nothing more, an attempt that failed miserably, for the Moblins and Link at least. The walls were torn down since the smell agitated even the older clan members, the beds in turn were turned storage compartments for the children to hide their trinkets and doo-dads, or were just something to pee on, and the linen was either eaten by the many mounts or salvaged by her. This waste of two months of hard labors forced Fi to make a home for her master and herself inside two different trees, and for Amadeus to mock her behind her back for trying to civlize a bunch of warriors who can barely read, and left Fi's house the most technologically advanced in the settlement, not that she'd let anyone in there.

Link, fresh from bathing, walked into the nursery to see a group of pups, probably no more than 5 months old, eating a rotting dog Moblin's corpse. From the level of decay and the flies hovering around the thing, the corpse must have been there for a long time, probably someone stupid enough to try to force themselves on Fi going by how clean the cuts were on the non eaten parts of the Moblin . The things that freak could do with a sword were terrifying.

the purple rays of the setting sun shined on the decay as Link found his friend Bini, playing with his own skull. Most of the Blin clans contained at least one Redead to function as a scout should they come across a sea of corpses. Their status as an undead, combined with the right Rupee enchantments to keep their sanity and protect them from light magic, would allow the Redead to force information out of the grieving spirits as to who killed them, a great way to figure out if Lynels, other blins, or Darknuts were in the area, what weapons they had , and how many they had in their forces. It was quite the honor to be selected for such a transformation, even moreso if you actually consented to it, so Bini had free reign over whatever souls he found.

"Ahh, Link!" Bini said in an echoing tone, the red enchanted Rupees functioning as his eyes allowing him to speak. "You're here?!" Link nodded, taking a seat on the ground next to him. "Cool! Thing's been so boring around here since the Lynels popped up. If I had a stomach I'd be getting' fat off the dead souls wanderin' about!" To demonstrate, Bini held his fleshless hand out, a blue wispy orb appearing in it, screamin for help. "Ahh, shut up!" He grabbed the shrieking soul and chewed it up. "Dead can never stop talkin' and stuff! So whatcha want, Link?"

Link imitated the how his father performed when it was time to hunt. "Oh shoot!" Bini jumped up, bones rattling, his Rupees shining in excitement as he towered over Link by two feet. "How many're goin'?!" Link pointed to himself, then Bini, then performed oinking noises in a deep pitch oink sound four times. "Him too?!" Link nodded. "Ah this 's gonna be awesome! The three of us together again on a hunt! This is gonna be-" Bini's eyes dimmed for a second, skull focusing on Link's left hand. "I need to test somethin'..." Seeing where he was staring, Link held out his hand, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in and out. A golden triangle with an upside down triangle in the middle appeared on the back of his hand. "Ahh yes..that old relic..." Link looked up to see Bini still in a state of sanity. "The enchantments're doing their job, perfect!" Link sighed in relief. Everytime he had to use this triangle tattoo, this 'Triforce' as the freak called it, Bini always went mad, the revolting power in his left hand corrupting his heart. "Got me somethin' called a Rupoor, drains all the magic out of that evil thing!" Link smiled. While Hylia's curse had it's benefits, he'd rather have it removed. Already the cursed mark was weak thanks to Bini's Rupoor, and if this Rupee deposit is as big as the freak says, he'll be able to wipe this mark and it's corruptive effects off the face of the earth, while keeping the powers it bestowed intact.

"I see you found your first 'friend'." The boys groaned as Fi flew in. "Good. Ingrate-"

"-My name is Bini you miserable-"

"INGRATE." Fi said more forcefully. "You and master will seek out your other degenerate friend and meet me at the tank holding store in three hours and twenty-two minutes. You can do whatever you want, but stay-" Suddenly her body became even stiffer, her eyes glowing blank. "Excuse me." A blue, soundproof barrier appeared in front of her, blocking off Link and Bini. "Go on.." Fi's eyes narrowed. "What?"

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"I SAID FARORE'S ARM IS IN SUBROSIAN CITY!" This was not according to plan. Subrosian City was far underground, far underground, built so so that Hylia's precious tower couldn't detect what was going on under here. "How did she even get down here?! Her armo can't withstand this heat!"

An orange Subrosian with a red bow yawned as she munched on a Lava Cookie, watching her date talk to himself again. "OMG you're so booring! Where's the super awesome date you promised me?!"

her 'date' turned to her and shushed the bratty valley girl. "Look, that thing's been flying around her at Mach 2 for THREE HOURS! What could you have possibly been doing, you have less of a life than I do!"

"HEY!" The orange Subosian yelled angrily. "I'm your date, heck I'm basically your life!" This date was so bogus! She thought dating one of the Ancient Subrosian Builders would be one of the best things to happen to her, but instead it's been a tour from one slum to the next! Heck, this slum was even worse than the last ones! The lava was a corrosive blue, the air filled with this disgusting stuff called 'oxygen' that her boyfriend loved to death, but choked the life out of her!

He ignored her. "...Jesus Christ, they're on the move?! I thought you said they normally kept to themselves!" ….. "Urghhh, fine! I'm giving you one more chance on this, but if you screw me over like last time-"

(Last time?) The Builder nearly screamed as Toxidious Clencher appeared above them. (Now what, pray tell, happened last time little human?)

"YOU'RE HUMAN?!" The orange girl screeched in horror.

(Why yes, little Sage.) Farore's voice said through the arm. (Do you wish to see for yourself?)

1 hour later...

Scanning armor systems.

radar functionality hampered. Current maximum distance: 2 meters. Maximum distance before damage: 400 meteres.

Life support systems at 100% operation. Temperature regulators online. Biofield online.

All systems running at full power. No malware or illegal operations detected.

Running systems patch: Hyrulenet System override at 100%

All functions at 100% Hyliatech Datalab Armor System starting up.

(It hurts to move...) He groaned as he opened his eyes. "That was a horrible trick.." He thought he had gotten a somewhat lucky break when Farore's arm had left, only to find out that she implanted a virus into his systems. Of course he didn't know about it until after he jumped a good 10 feet into the air, his armor systems failing at the apex of his jump, breaking God knows how many bones. His suit's healing function had been quite the surprise; it seemed that Farore's little virus had missed that part. (Ok, let's try getting up-OH god, that is not happening!) His body shook from the pain. "This..this is going to take a while..." At least he could sense the Ring was still working. (No one looking...) He couldn't be sure. He chose this place because of the population was so sparse. But that fall of his and subsequent scream was pretty loud, loud enough to attract some Subrosians. The Gorons here, he didn't fear them even in his weakened state; the roads were too bumpy for them to roll or even walk. 'I'll wait a couple minutes.. my radar should extend to another couple meters by then..

Five minutes later and only two Subrosians came by according to his radar, completely ignoring him and going along their way. 'Ok, good.' The pain had begun to lessen, allowing him to use his arms better. Focusing his inner magic, he channeled the energy into his ring, allowing it's transformation magic to take affect, turning him once again into a run of the mill Subrosian, one that any regular member of the race would never mistake for an Ancient Builder, and this time he changed the color of his robe. Thanking God that the now kidnapped Sage was so rockdead stupid, he followed the map given to him and went south.

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For those visiting Subrosian city who were unfortunate enough to not afford or not bring anything that resisted the superhot temperatures of the city, they were legally required to take the lava elevator at the train station all the way down to the fifth tier of the city, basically a restricted zone for species such as Deku, the many Blin species, or Zora, with rock lining specifically made to absorb heat and magically enchanted to turn that heat into a comfortably, barely visible haze that kept the entire zone at room temperature.

With his Subrosian transformation ring active, he walked towards the cave entrance of the restricted zone, unaffected by the sudden temperature shift thanks to the ring. He continued down the cave tunnel, the clock on his HUD telling him how long it had been, until he finally came out of the other end.

Unlike the Subrosian city, the restricted zone had the homes and businesses built into the rocks. A pitch black nothing greeted him when he looked above, and various Deku and Zora littered the streets.'I can't see anything!' He was too short in this form, and there was no way he was taking off the ring with Farore potentially alerting any of Hylia's spies using Transformation Rings themselves. 'The tunnel to the Dark Lands should be hidden in the city.' He hoped. Fi's information was usually accurate but the times it wasn't often led him down very painful paths. 'But I can't stay in the city...' Even if it wasn't still in the city, the magic in the ring wouldn't survive another attack from Farore. So with that in mind, he began to make his way through the crowd, being bounced back and forth due to his diminutive size.

Soon enough, mostly thanks to getting lost in the crowd, he came across what looked to be the Zora district, judging by the water leading into the many caves. There were dozens of waterfalls pouring into a large resevoir, and dozens of Zoras swimming around. 'Huh...' They were quite..different from the ones in the streets. Heck, if there was a word he could use to describe the Zoras here, it would be...'anime'. They looked like far skinned folk, with fins for ears and blue hair as far as the eye can see. From the ones walking around on land, he could see large reptilian like tails coming out the back of their heads with fins at the end. They reached to their ankles and slithered independently of the Zora's movements. Those factors alone were shocking, but what was most shocking, and put him on absolute high alert and willing to bring out his weapons, was the clothing that they wore..moreso the fact that this was the first race he saw outside the Subrosians to wear clothing, and said clothes were just like the ones worn in the tower! 'I should have guessed the moment I saw their humanlike bodies. Figures Hylia went on another racial purity binge.' Seeing as how it would raise a few questions pertaining as to why a Subrosian would be anywhere near water, he went along his merry way , not noticing the strange Zora jumping down from the waterfalls and landing perfectly on the ground. She was 10 years old, with the odd distinction of having no hair; rather, her tail was connected to the top of her head, it's coloration a brighter blue than the Zoras around her and scalier to boot. Her skin was a deep ocean blue, smooth to the touch with claws at the end of her fingers, and sharp, long fins on the back of her arms and the sides of her legs. She wore a rain patterned blazer over a white shirt, ocean patterned skirt and a blue choker around her neck. Her face was completely smooth, pupiless black eyes and tiny nose and mouth being the only features on them. If anyone who knew the history of this world saw her, she would catch their attention instantly.

"LARUTO!" A voice yelled as an armored Zora jumped down and grabbed her. "What are you doing?!"

"Let me go!" The young Zora complained as the armored Zora took her away. "Farore's gone, I ain't got nothin' to worry about!" The armored Zora sighed. Why did this brat birth herself into the Zora tribe, instead of a tribe that'd allow upstart women like her?

The 'Subrosian' continued his search for his destination, unaware that he just missed the Sage of Spirit.