Long chapter for you all here, PLEASE leave a review if you could be so kind? As usual I don't own either the Zelda series or the Rick Riordan novels, just my own imaginations of them.

Oh and there's a time skip of three years in this chapter, ya I know that's a long time to jump ahead, but I did that intentionally for certain things I want to do in this story. In other words it worked best for my story to do it like this. And the time skip is in part because there wasn't a whole lot of major importance that happened in those three years, or at least not any that particularly stood out. There are a few things that happened in that time window which I will be making short stories of at some point, so they would be part of this series, so not exactly stand-alones but sort of like that.

Chapter Eleven

Well This is Just Weird

"There is one other thing we should mention." Zeus says.

Everyone looks at him, confused.

"Some of us have seen, sensed, or heard reports strange beings, not the monsters though, that we do not recognize." He continues.

"Some of my Nereids have told me that they've spotted odd creatures at great distances in the open waters. Creatures that bear a resemblance to them but not quite." Poseidon speaks up.

Hephaestus chimes in, "In some of my forges, my cyclopses have reported glimpsing some odd beings deep in the tunnels. They described them as humanoid but seemed to be made of rock."

"I have seen, at immense distance, strange avian beings." Zeus rumbles.

Something about these descriptions tickles my mind, were these beings…I turn to Poseidon.

"Excuse me, could you possibly display an image of these beings your Nereids saw?" I ask.

He cocks his head, confused, "Well, uh, sure I guess I can do that." He waves a hand, and a hologram of sorts appears on the table. "That is one of the creatures."

Zelda and I stare at the hologram in complete shock. The hologram is showing what could only be a Zora. The fish tail at the back of the head is a dead giveaway. Hephaestus manifested a hologram of one of the creatures he'd received reports of, it was obviously a Goron. Then Zeus created one as well, it couldn't have been anything other than a Rito.

Everyone suddenly notices our expressions.

"Umm, do you by any chance recognize these beings?" Austin asks.

"Yes." My wife says.

"Those are three of the races that used to exist when we last did. We thought they were extinct, but obviously we were wrong." I say, almost breathless with awe.

"Who are they then?" Lexa asked, head tilted.

"Those are Zora, Gorons, and Rito." I say pointing at each one respectively.

"Hmm, one is missing." Zelda suddenly pointed out.

I instantly realized which one it was. The Gerudo, were they really extinct after all? Except for Ganondorf I mean. Had their distinction of being female only finally caught up with them? If they were that wouldn't be good for anyone if we indeed ended up needing the divine beasts.

"Which one is missing?" Chiron asked.

"The Gerudo, well save for Ganondorf anyway, they're nowhere to be found." I answer.

"What are these Gerudo like?" Percy asked.

"In some ways, they aren't unlike the Amazons. Warrior women who are just as fierce and skilled in combat as any man. Although unlike the Amazons the Gerudo are literally only ever female, excluding the rare exception that's Ganondorf anyway." My wife answers the question.

"All women?" Austin asks, "Then how do they survive?"

"Well, they find husbands from other races, although that doesn't really explain how they survive as an all-female race I suppose." I say.

"So, what are we going to do then?" Annabeth asks.

"We must all be alert for more sightings of these races. If you see them again, try every means possible to talk to them." Zelda directs at the gods. "In the meantime, Link and I can try utilizing our magic to see if we can reach them another way."

After the meeting, my wife and I went home and decided to try to see if with the combined power of our pieces of the Triforce we could locate the other races. No matter how hard we tried or forced it, there was nothing, just a dark void empty of all but us. Where were they? How could we reach them? Did we even have the time to wait?

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It was hard to believe sometimes, hard to picture that it had been three years since that meeting. That made my wife and I twenty five years old now, and married for eight. The war still showed no sign of either side winning. Fortunately, since the Yiga's attention had been focused completely on us, they ignored the mortal cities. However, we were now unable to really guard the mortal society against the monster hordes. They were struggling on the borders, holding on yes, but it wasn't going very well. Unfortunately, the worst may indeed have happened on the other continents, two years ago all contact with any other countries had been lost. While it didn't prove they'd been wiped out, it didn't bode well.

If that really was the case, then that would mean the global population now less than five percent of what it was to begin with, excluding the Yiga clan that is. That was also providing the majority of this country's population was still alive. Fortunately, enough of the U.S. was left to realize this and jointly create a massive and fortified wall at the borders of Canada and Mexico to keep out the massive monster population in those countries. Also, all monsters sighted now were of the silver variants; save for the taluses, hinoxes, keese, chuchus, and octoroks.

These last three years had also been very rough, we'd lost dozens of our soldiers in various skirmishes on our outposts. The Yiga seemed as numerous as ever, but we knew why. There had been the occasional blood moon over these three years, reviving our enemies. Until the evil was vanquished, the blood moons would never end. One idea that had been suggested and while not acted upon had also not been entirely dismissed. The suggestion was to join forces with the mortals, based on the fact that even with the forces of Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter together we amounted to only a small percentage of even the surviving population of the U.S. I also suspected but hadn't yet said anything about it, but I had the feeling that after we defeated evil incarnate, that we would have to eliminate every single monster, particularly the silver ones, as they carried fragments of the evil itself. All traces of this evil would have to go to ensure it stayed away forever this time.

Aside from the hardships of this war, the last three years had passed pretty much without incident. Well, that is save for a particularly rough two-week period about two years ago, soon after our daughter turned two years old. Our little angel was in critical condition after a black widow spider bite, we hadn't dared to use ambrosia or nectar as she was not a demigod herself (she was only one-fourth god), instead opting to keep her on life support and see if she'd pull through. Those two weeks had been the worst in mine and my wife's life, the healers told us our child was lucky to survive, we'd almost lost our daughter. I pulled myself out of my thoughts, I didn't want to dwell on that horrible occurrence.

Ilia was now just more than a couple months past her fourth birthday, she had continued her impressive development as before. Now she was skillfully walking and talking, our little darling had endeared herself on almost everyone in camp. She was definitely an absolute beacon of light for my wife and me. Ilia was increasingly making it clear that her personality was akin to her namesake, she was quite adventurous and had given my wife and I a fright on numerous occasions where she slipped out of our house without our knowledge. Twilight was extremely helpful finding her the times she slipped away, thank the goddesses for that nose. After the fourth time this happened, Twilight started keeping a very close eye on her, and let us know immediately if she started trying to sneak out. Ilia's escapades came to an end that day, she never slipped out again, not now that she had a furry shadow waiting to telegraph her intentions to us if she thought about trying it again.

I greatly enjoyed telling her stories at her bedtime, as did my wife. A lot of the stories were ones from our previous lives. We also told her the creation story from our oldest myths, of how the golden goddesses descended from the heavens and created the world and everything in it. However, we told it a little differently from how we'd heard it. This was in light of the current knowledge of how planets were created, so we figured out a way for our legends to square with the facts. This adjusted version was that the golden goddesses were a trio of immensely powerful beings who traveled the stars together. Then Din accumulated the rocky debris into the fledgling Earth whose gravity was strong enough to pull in other material to grow to its current size, and that Farore planted the chemical ingredients for life to take hold by delivering a few comets to the planet to impact it and disperse the organic compounds within, and Nayru endowed the new living organisms with the ability to learn, as wisdom comes from learning.

However, there was one thing in particular that Zelda and I still shielded her from. To be specific, while she was aware that I was a skilled fighter, she was still too young to know about the cost that skill had come at. She had no idea how many scars I carried; claw marks, bite wounds, wounds left by blades, that large burn scar over my right shoulder, and a guardian beam mark on my torso. The last three of those I received in taking the trials of the sword now some thirteen years ago. She didn't need to know the magnitude of what my skill had cost.

Lexa and Austin, now parents themselves to their first child, a two year old little boy named Alex, were excited as new parents always are. Zelda and I were glad that our little girl would in the near future have someone close to her own age to play with. Funnily enough, it seemed like Ilia had been the start of an almost chain reaction of sorts.

Just a year ago, Percy and Annabeth had announced from Camp Jupiter their first child's birth, a little girl named Amy Chase. Not six months later, and also from Camp Jupiter, Frank Zhang and Hazel had a son who they named Jason Zhang. His first name was after the former praetor of New Rome before Frank, he would have liked that I'm sure. Too bad he could never meet him in person.

Anyway, the decision to join forces with the mortals finally came when Ilia was four years and four months old. Although the Yiga still hadn't touched them since the war began, it was decided by the council that it was imperative we unite with our mortal brethren. As a side note, Zelda's and my efforts to locate the other races had still been met with nothing but failure no matter how hard we tried despite occasional additional reported sightings by the gods. Our outposts and Camp Half-Blood itself were going to start performing civilian evacuations from the nearby cities. The first of these went without any hitches…well kind of.

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Volunteers were being gathered for the trip to the nearest city to Camp Half-Blood. Without a thought, I started going to join them when I was stopped by a hand grabbing mine and pulling back. My wife stood behind me, her eyes slightly narrowed. I sighed, not this again.

"Where do you think you're going?" She demanded.

"I'm going to help with the evacuation." I simply supplied.

"Why? They don't need you for that!" Zelda insisted.

I looked from her to our daughter who was currently poking around in the flower beds, turning over rocks in search of insects, just like I did as a kid. Though if I'm being honest, my wife sometimes found me joining our little girl in looking for the little critters and directing her to the best places to look for them, telling her what kind of insects they were, and helping her get good photos of them for the compendium. She told me she thought it was so sweet that I would take the time to do things like that, that I would engage in child's play for our little girl. I always told her that of course I would do that for Ilia, she was my daughter too of course.

"True as that may be, darling, there will be people there with loved ones. People with spouses, people with children. I have to help with this, if I don't, how can I hope to call myself a good husband or father?" I say turning my gaze back to my wife's.

"Then we're coming with you!" She said with a fiery determination.

I looked at her worriedly. Her devotion to me was heartwarming really, but I feared it was misplaced here, if something happened…I pushed the thought away.

"OK, fine you can come." I said, she looked glad, but I wasn't done yet, "On one condition dear."

"What is that condition?" She asked me, now slightly suspicious.

I took a deep breath, "If something goes wrong, and it looks like a fight is imminent, I want you to take Ilia away as fast as you can and don't come back for me." I say firmly.

"You can't seriously expect me to agree with that!" My wife argued.

"I know you feel that way, my love, but it isn't just about us. I have to think of Ilia too. I don't know what I would do if I lost you both." I say quietly, voice slightly trembling at the end just at the idea of losing my wife and child.

Her face shifts, expression softening, and her voice warm and soothing, "OK, deal."

"Really? You're agreeing?" I ask surprised.

"That I am." She replied comfortingly.

We then called Ilia over to us and with each of us holding one of her hands as she walked between us, we made our way over to the group of people. Luckily no one objected to my wife and daughter coming too. The whole van ride over, my wife and I sat together in the back of the van, me alternating my hands between resting them on my little girl's back or in my wife's warm hands. I felt warm as I remembered what my wife had told me just two weeks ago. The knowledge had made me smile wider than I had for years. In fact, I had smiled wider than I had ever since before the war started.

I looked down at our little angel between us, then back at my wife. She smiled knowingly, her expression beaming. I felt that same warmth again as I basked in the knowledge that my family was not only safe and well, but it was soon going to be expanded. Just those couple weeks ago, my beloved Zelda had given me the happy news that she was pregnant again. We were going to have another little one, Zelda predicted it would be a boy this time, and as she was totally right with her prediction about Ilia I absolutely believed her.

Oh, she wasn't showing yet, but she would soon. Soon everyone else would be able to see that we would be welcoming our second child into the world. Of course, daughter or son would be given equal love but I was still nonetheless excited by the prospect of having a son all the same. We also had yet to tell Ilia that she was going to have a little sibling, but we knew she would be thrilled at the knowledge.

When we got to our destination we got out of the vans, I had my hero's garb on and my sword and shield strapped to my back like I always did when venturing beyond the camp's borders. My wife and I walked with rest of our group, Ilia trotting along between us, hands gripped in ours. I again thought with a smile just how adorable our little girl was, Ilia was an absolute treasure.

However, something particularly unexpected did happen when our party entered the city. No, it wasn't that the people knew we were coming, because we had radioed ahead to tell them we were coming. Rather it was what they saw about us. Almost as soon as we crossed the boundary, some of the waiting people asked us about our weapons. We all froze, what in Hylia?

The city mayor asked us why we were equipped with such nonstandard weapons. We all looked at each other, how could they all see this stuff? The mist should have…oh, that would explain it. Somehow the mist had disappeared completely, therefore now even regular mortals could see what was once obscured. We answered that that was a long explanation for another time, that now we had to get them to safety. They grumbled but agreed in the end, my wife and I each gave sighs of relief.

Our outposts, both Greek and Roman, had all reported success with their first civilian evacuations. I wondered how long it would take for the Yiga clan to find out about this and what they would do when they did discover that little fact. As a side note, the mortals all seemed to just accept the reality of the world now, strangely. They all just acknowledged the existence of the gods and goddesses.

Two months later, when Ilia was four and a half years old and my beloved wife was just past the three and a half month mark of her second pregnancy, which we had now told everyone about (boy, Ilia was so excited), we finally had a breakthrough in our search for the other races. It happened one day after yet another failure and we were asking ourselves if we were maybe doing it wrong somehow, when we were paid a visit by Ganondorf.

He utterly floored us with his statement, "I found them, I found the Gerudo. They will be here in a month."

"What?" My wife exclaimed, "How in Hylia did you find them? Link and I have been trying for the last three years!"

"I didn't force it, I just opened myself and let it come to me." He replied calmly.

Well that hadn't occurred to us, sue both of us. To be frank it was truly rather embarrassing, Ganondorf letting it come to him, while we in vain tried to force it.

"Thanks, Ganondorf, we should inform Chiron about this so he'll know when reinforcements show up at our doorstep." I answer and he nods.

We tell him that we will try again to locate the other races and we will make plans with them before we bring Chiron into this. He agrees and wishes us luck before leaving, he truly had come such a long way. In the three years since he arrived here, he had devoted himself fully to the goddess. He was basically a monk in that regard, even though he wasn't a Sheikah. He was starting to forgive himself more and more with each month, his unfaltering duty to Hylia was easing his sense of responsibility for the actions of Demise. My wife and I had repeatedly told him that Demise was too powerful for anyone to resist, even him. He was not to blame, he was just a victim in all honesty.

That evening we both sat down in meditation. We linked our hands together, unifying our pieces of the Triforce to amplify the power of our magic. The world fell away from us leaving us in a void.

"Which one should we do first?" My wife asked.

"Let's do the Zora first." I say.

"I'm not objecting but I'm curious why them first?" She asks.

"Well, considering the extremely long lifespan of the Zora, maybe some residual knowledge of us remains that will make convincing them easier.

We both focus and the void becomes a view of the ocean floor…somewhere. I see no sign of Zora, then I notice a cave in the side of a submarine cliff. We enter and eventually find a large hidden city of Zora. We drift through the city unnoticed, we come into the throne room to see and hopefully deliver our message to the Zora king and queen. We find only one, a massive reddish Zora, sitting alone in his throne room.

"Now looks like as good a time as any." I softly tell Zelda.

We make ourselves just barely visible, like a hologram sort of. The Zora king's eyes widen upon seeing us. He leans forward, looming over us.

"Master Link? Lady Zelda? Is that really you?" He asks, sounding in awe.

"Yes, but we have come for a reason." I state.

"The evil has returned, we need your aid! The demon king has returned and most of the world is gone and the majority of what's left is not truly aware of what's going on." Zelda elaborates.

How true that was, the other countries and continents had all been lost at this point. Gone, wiped out, we could surely say now. If any of them still lived we would have known something about it by now. If we weren't careful, we could be looking at our very extinction. The case in point of this was that even our country's population had now fallen to about a hundred million or approximately a third of the former value.

"I am honored to be of assistance. It also pleases me greatly to actually meet my ancestor's dear friends." The Zora king replied.

We look at him in surprise, who…? Wait a minute.

"You mean Sidon? Mipha's little brother?" I ask.

"The one and only." He answered. "Now tell me where is your camp?"

We give him the location and he promises to send a force of his people to us. We thank him and are about to go when he adds one more thing.

"We also have something else that might help, but I'd rather not say what it is yet." He says mysteriously.

Setting our minds next on the Rito, we materialize in a medium sized village…somewhere. I don't recognize the place at all…in fact all I see is clouds, mountain tops, and unrecognizable topography. We are hovering near the room in the highest building in the village. The Rito elder is sitting in a chair nearby.

My wife and I materialize a little more.

"Rito elder we must speak with you urgently." Zelda says softly.

The Rito snaps his head to us, stares for a moment, then gets up and walks closer. He stops in front of us, he's a little taller but not very much so.

"So, my ancestor Teba was right!" He murmurs with awe. Fortunately, this Rito elder was far more competent than Kaneli, the elder of the Rito in my last life when I awakened in the shrine of resurrection, at least.

"Sorry?" I ask confused.

"In his last months of life, he began having visions that one day you would return alongside Zelda in an ethereal form to ask for our help against the demon king." He answers. "Oh! By the way we have a little something that might interest you, but never mind that for now."

Other than that, it went largely the same as for the Zora. The deal was identical with the Gorons, even including a strange remark about having something that they wouldn't say what it was. Finally, having summoned everyone, we returned back to ourselves.

"We did it, we're going to assemble!" Zelda says excitedly.

"Maybe there really is hope after all!" I respond in kind.

We informed Chiron of this development. He was puzzled yes, but he certainly couldn't deny the advantages of more allies. Even with the mortal world now fully in league with us, we would need all the help we could get. Speaking of the mortals by the way, training them was a full scale endeavor. I had to repeatedly put aside my feelings of guilt at how this would have ruined the childhoods of many of the younger mortals. I had to put that aside as that kind of thinking would guarantee our defeat.

Zelda and I along with many of our former cadets began training them across the outposts as well as at the camps. Zelda and I stayed here, our alumni I suppose you could say distributed around the outposts and Camp Jupiter. In light of the growing disaster all of the mortals had thrown themselves into it, finding skills or if not that, resolve to fight for a true cause.

The knowledge that we had allies arriving within a month was rapidly spread through the camp, both camps in fact, and after consulting with Zelda and me on each race's preferred sleeping arrangements, barracks or other structures were made to accommodate them when they arrived. The Gerudo would do just fine with barracks like had been made for the much larger population of soldiers we had now, as they preferred beds just like we did. The Gorons slept in rock piles in a kind of stony nest of sorts. The Zora slept in water that they could immerse themselves in. The Rito preferred treehouses.

Over the course of the next month, the other races arrived. The first were the Gerudo, we were informed when they showed up by an alert from our lookouts on the perimeter wall. Zelda and I decided to go out to meet them, we brought Ganondorf too as he had summoned them and because they were his people. He was reluctant to come with us however for some reason.

Upon reaching the gate, I look up at the watch posts on either side.

"Open the gate. I will speak with them" I said firmly.

"Sir?" One of the lookouts asks, confused.

"I said open the gate, let us out there." I repeat.

The gate slowly opens, and we walk out and stand about thirty feet from the Gerudo who have shown up. There must be about one hundred and fifty of them, standing tall and straight. Many are holding spears, others two handed swords, and a few with either one handed swords and shields or bows. For a minute no one says a word, I stand there stoically in front and to the side of my wife, who's holding our daughter's hand as she stands beside her. A few of the Gerudo in the front row shift slightly.

"Why have you come here to our camp? Is there something we can do for you?" I say, my voice neutral.

"We have come here at the summons of our king Ganondorf." A voice rises from amongst the Gerudo warriors.

They stand apart, making a path as their leader comes forward. She is just a few inches shorter than I am, maybe five feet tall. She looks young, like she's still just a young teenager. She kind of reminds of Riju, chief of the Gerudo when I came out of the shrine of resurrection.

"I am Cedra, and it is an honor to meet you, hero of legend. Stories have been passed down through my family of you Link. My distant ancestor, chief Riju, decided to do so, certain that it would one day be necessary." She says coming to a stop merely ten feet away from me.

I notice she has the thunderhelm under one arm. 'Well that'll certainly be good for us if we have need of Naboris.' I think as I catch sight of it.

"It is my honor to meet you chief Cedra and I am glad to see that the Gerudo still live." I say, nodding while using the honorific to show respect.

"Likewise, now I see you are not the only one. I see the other two are here, including our king." Cedra replies.

"Indeed, I will introduce you if wish." I offer.

"I would appreciate that." Cedra responds.

I turn a little, looking back at my wife. Ganondorf is hovering a little behind her, still looking hesitant and reluctant.

"Zelda, come and say hi to our new allies." She nods and approaches. "You too Ganondorf, they're your people and you summoned them yourself." He nods and shuffles closer.

Zelda stops beside me, Ganondorf on my other side. Cedra looks at each of us, then she zeroes in on Zelda, Ilia, and me. Her eyes crinkle a little as she smiles warmly upon making eye contact with our little one.

"She's beautiful! What did you two name her?" She asks, obviously having figured out that she was ours and not just Zelda's, having realized that the three of us were a family. Ilia seems a little unsure what to make of all these people.

"Thank you, we named her Ilia." Zelda replies softly, her gaze turning to our daughter, a smile on her face.

"That's a beautiful name." Cedra nods. Then she looks down a little, seeing my wife's moderate bump, and adds, "And my congratulations!"

Then she turns to look up at Ganondorf, "My king, it is fortunate we have found you! Our traditions have paid off after all."

Ganondorf scowls slightly at the word king, "I'm no king, I'm not worthy of such a title or privilege. Despite tradition, I have recently realized I was always on the wrong side before."

Cedra gives us a curious look, then looks back at Ganondorf.

"I'm afraid I don't understand." She asks.

"I have discovered that my drive for power was never my own, it was the demon king's. I can't accept the position as your king, I have devoted my entire life's remainder to Hylia. I have decided the only way I can forgive myself is by becoming a monk and serving her will in any way I can." He replies.

"I thought that was the job of the Sheikah?" Cedra asks, puzzled, but also…some emotion I can't discern.

"I'm afraid that isn't possible currently, the only remaining Sheikah are the Yiga clan. I must do this, I could never live with what I've done otherwise." He dips his head.

"But…tradition says that…" Cedra trails off.

"Yes, tradition does dictate that I become your king, and you queen beside me. But I don't want you to do anything because you have to, it should be because you want to do it." Ganondorf replies with shocking wisdom.

Zelda and I are stunned by this, he truly had come such a long way in his reformation. He truly was becoming a genuinely good person.

"If I may interject?" I ask.

Cedra turns to me and nods. I take a deep breath.

"I think I can illuminate what Ganondorf is trying to say. Although in mine and Zelda's last life we got married and had a family then too, it was likely only because the Great Calamity had devastated the kingdom and necessitated the reforming of the government. Additionally, Zelda was the only surviving member of the royal family, and both her and I were just about the only ones who remembered life before the calamity. Had it not occurred, tradition may have prevented us from joining and never allowed us to be truly happy. Just because something is tradition doesn't make it right or ethical. Things like this should be your choice." I explain.

Cedra nods again and replies softly, "I suppose I understand that. I admit I do feel rather young myself to commit to this kind of attachment."

"If you don't mind my asking, how old are you?" My wife asks. "You look like you're less than twenty years old."

"I am fifteen years of age. I have been the chief of the Gerudo for the last two years." Cedra replies, a trace of sadness in her voice.

"I'm sorry about your mother." I softly respond, bowing my head a little as I think of my father.

"I appreciate that but…" She trails off noticing my suddenly sad expression. "Is something wrong Link?"

My wife slips a hand into mine, and responds for me.

"My husband is still coming to terms with the passing of his father nearly four years ago. He still grieves for him and wishes he wasn't taken from us." She says, squeezing my hand with hers.

Cedra takes on a look of understanding, "I'm sorry for your loss, my mother's passing was sudden as well. She fell ill one day and soon she was leaving this world." She hesitates a moment, then adds delicately, "How…did he pass?"

I sigh, pulling myself together again, it's been about four years after all.

"It was the Yiga clan. Those cowards didn't have the guts to face me but they had no qualms about striking down my father to hurt me." I respond tightly.

Cedra's expression darkens, "Then we'll make sure those scum pay for everything." Then her tone lightens, "Now, may we enter your camp? We will assist any way we can."

"Sure." I nod, then turn back to the wall. "Open the gate!"

The gate rumbles open, I turn back to our new allies, "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."

United now in our common goals, the protection of this land, we and the Gerudo come through the gate and into camp. The Gerudo were welcomed by everyone, just like the mortals, well the ones we had always known about that is, they quickly accepted the reality of this other set of deities.

A couple days later, we received the contingent of Zora, who'd come in from the ocean. There were about two hundred and sixty of them, most with spears, though a few with swords and shields. Just a couple days after that the Gorons, one hundred and twenty of them, showed up by coming out of tunnels that they mined directly into camp. And just one week after the Gerudo arrived, the Rito came, two hundred of their warriors flying in with their bows and spears strapped to their backs.

Once all the races arrived, they were distributed among the outposts and the two camps, save for the Zora. This was due not to any bias, but because of the Zora's dependence on water. The Zora were split into two groups, one here at Camp Half-Blood, and the other at Camp Jupiter. The ones here had access to the canoe lake and the bay, the ones at Camp Jupiter had the little Tiber. All the races were welcomed warmly. Nobody really cared about the differences between us, they weren't important.

Percy was particularly fascinated by the Zora, being a son of Poseidon and all. He soon developed a friendship with some of the younger male Zora. Huh, younger Zora, what a relative term in this case. Zora lived so long that for them young could even mean almost a century, why I remember a particular case in my last life where I helped a Hylian man met his Zora pen pal. The real kicker here was that despite how this particular Zora was actually maybe five decades old, still looked like a child. So, in reality it was actually fine, but to those who didn't know about that Zora experience their growth spurt several decades into their lives… It turned out that the Zora Percy befriended were around one hundred and forty years old. That really blew his mind, as did the rather…unusual…diet of the Gorons. Many had been initially alarmed that the Gorons liked nothing more than to eat literal rocks.

Well, every race has their quirks I guess. I mean the Gerudo were all women, save for Ganondorf, which was something I had never really understood. The Gorons were presumably silicon based lifeforms that ate rocks. The Rito preferred eating poultry, which seemed sort of like cannibalism. And the Zora likewise seemed to prefer fish to any other kind of meat. Yeah, we didn't care about all those differences

One thing however, most of the new arrivals reacted to Zelda's and my presence with awe and fascination. It was a little uncomfortable to be honest, being essentially figures of their oldest legends and myths, but then again that was hardly a new thing for us. Seeing as we had experienced it every single time we reincarnated.

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AN: In case any of you were wondering I intentionally wanted the element of a changed Ganondorf because ever since I heard that he's the reincarnation of Demise i have wondered about what it would be like if he were ever to have a change of heart or come to realize that he was different. And also because it would make an interesting story, where Ganondorf gets redeemed and gets to atone.