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The Sea Legs crested the waves one final time, its weathered hull groaning with the strain of the journey as it approached the sun-kissed shores of Hateno Port. The setting sun cast a golden hue over the harbor, illuminating the bustling scene before them. The air was thick with the scent of saltwater and the sounds of dockworkers shouting orders, the rhythmic clink of metal, and the bustling of merchants hawking their goods to travelers arriving from distant lands. As the ship gently docked, the crew sprang into action, tying down the sails and securing the ship's ropes. Nyx stood at the helm, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon as Captain Villads gave his crew instructions in his usual boisterous manner.
"Alright, lads and lasses!" Villads called out, slapping Callum's shoulder with a grin, "You've made it through the Sea of Storms. Don't go getting yourselves into too much trouble now that you're on solid land. I'll be overseeing repairs. Need the ship shipshape for when it's time to head back. Keep your wits about you."
"We will. Take care Captain," Callum said. Nyx flashed a quick smirk at the group as they disembarked.
"If you're feeling homesick, don't worry. I'm sure trouble will find you quickly enough," Nyx snarked. Rayla ignored her, her gaze sweeping over the port, couldn't hide the awe in her eyes.
"This place is... incredible. It's nothing like Katolis. The architecture, the people… It's like stepping into a whole new world," Rayla remarked. Callum, his gaze drawn to the cobblestone streets and the stone buildings adorned with vibrant banners, nodded thoughtfully.
"The layout... it almost reminds me of Katolis," Callum said. Morningside markets and brightly colored stalls stretched along the shoreline, with merchants shouting out prices for their wares and children running past, their laughter blending with the calls of seagulls. Everywhere Callum looked, there was something new to take in, every detail told a story. Mipha, standing at the edge of the dock, turned to face them, the quiet confidence of her presence unmistakable.
"I need to check in with the knight's garrison," she said, her tone firm yet gentle, "But don't worry, I'll introduce you to someone who can help you." Rayla glanced at her, a mix of excitement and apprehension in her gaze.
"That is appreciated but we can handle ourselves, Mipha," Rayla assured her.
"No. I want to help and I'm sure my friend will too," Mipha smiled, nodding as she gestured for them to follow, "Stick close, and we'll see what we can arrange." As they walked through the lively port, Callum noticed the occasional glance from the locals, a mix of curiosity and awe, likely due to their foreign appearance. Rayla didn't mind, though, her eyes wide as she soaked in everything around her. They passed the bustling marketplace, where the scent of fresh fish mixed with herbs and sweet pastries. Children darted between crates and tables, chasing each other in the narrow streets while their parents bartered with vendors.
"Seems like people here are pretty used to travelers," Soren remarked, taking in the sight, "They don't seem to mind the foreign faces."
Mipha nodded, leading them toward a quieter part of the port where the stone paths were less crowded, "Hateno has always been a place for those seeking refuge or adventure even before the Great Calamity. This city has always welcomed those who come with good intentions."
As they continued on, the imposing silhouette of the garrison loomed ahead, its sturdy walls standing like guardians of the port. Mipha's expression softened slightly, but there was a quiet determination in her eyes as she approached the gates.
"Here we are," she said, stopping just outside the gate, "I'll make sure everything is in order. You three stay here for a moment, and I'll introduce you to Prince Bowen once I'm done." Callum, Rayla, and Soren exchanged glances. The name Prince Bowen seemed to hang in the air, unfamiliar but heavy with the weight of its title.
"Prince Bowen," Callum repeated under his breath, turning the name over in his mind. Rayla looked thoughtful.
"I wonder what he'll be like," Rayla wondered. Her voice was tinged with curiosity, but also a hint of doubt. Soren raised an eyebrow, his tone playful.
"Oh, he's probably got a crown and a fancy title, but who knows if he's any different from any other noble?" Soren thought aloud, flashing them a mischievous grin, "I mean, I've met a few princes back home, and they've mostly been full of themselves." Rayla gave him a dry look.
"We're here to get help, not to critique princes," Rayla reminded him.
"I know, I know. Just saying, a prince isn't always a guarantee of someone useful," Soren shrugged, unfazed. Callum couldn't help but chuckle at Soren's cynicism.
"I hope that jab wasn't about me… but Mipha seems pretty sure he can help. She wouldn't send us to someone who wasn't trustworthy, right?" Callum wondered.
"Let's hope so," Rayla muttered, her gaze now fixed on the towering garrison ahead of them, "We've come this far... might as well find out if this Bowen person can give us a hand."
"Let's just wait and see," Callum said. The three of them stood quietly for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts as they observed the goings-on around them. A few minutes later, Mipha returned.
"You're in luck. Bowen's here and is willing to discuss things with you," Mipha announced, gesturing for them to follow her.
CHAPTER SIX: ALLIES AND ADVERSARIES PART ONE
Mipha led Callum, Rayla, Soren, and Stella into the courtyard of Hateno's garrison, where they were greeted by the sounds of clashing weapons. The garrison courtyard was quiet but for the rhythmic clash of weapons. Two people were in the midst of sparring with wooden weapons. The first was a man around Callum and Rayla's age, with tousled bright blond hair that fell just above his sharp, intelligent green eyes. He wore a green tunic, suitable for mobility, with practical chainmail underneath and leather gauntlets with iron plating. His trousers were plain but well-fitted, and his headband and goggles completed the practical, battle-ready look. His wooden sword was in his left hand, and a metal shield with the emblem of Hyrule, a red bird and three elaborately laid triangles aligned to form a bigger one, proudly emblazoned on it in his right.
The second was a much older woman with long brown hair tied up in a high ponytail, was taller and sturdier than her charge, with a no-nonsense, battle-hardened demeanor. Her plate armor gleamed in the sunlight, the weight of it not hindering her movements at all. She wielded her halberd with deadly precision, each strike calculated and purposeful. Her stern face and sharp eyes were framed by the practical, functional armor she wore. There was a protective air about her, as if she was always on alert, and she regarded her opponent's movements with a seasoned understanding. The two of them studied each other for a moment before the woman charged with a cry. The teenager immediately deflected her halberd to the side with his shield and immediately seized the opportunity to stab her in the chest before swinging his sword upwards to knock her off balance. The woman stumbled back, raising a hand in mock surrender.
"Alright, alright," she grumbled, "You've won again." The teenager lowered his wooden sword, smiling in satisfaction.
"I told you, Commander. You need to be quicker if you want to keep up with me," The boy taunted.
"You're getting too cocky for your own good, Prince Bowen," Janelle replied with a raised brow. Despite her stern tone, there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. Mipha, standing at the edge of the courtyard, smiled warmly as she stepped forward.
"Bowen, Janelle," she greeted them, with the three Xadians at her side, "These are my friends, Prince Callum of Katolis, Lady Rayla, and Sir Soren. They came from a land called Xadia beyond the Sea of Storms."
"Mipha told me your story. This Claudia sounds like trouble. If she's already escaped you before... I take it you've already tried to stop her?" Bowen asked.
"I'm afraid so Your Highness. Dealing with her has been a challenge from the start," Callum replied.
"Just Bowen is fine. I'm not one for titles when I'm in the field," Bowen insisted, waving them off.
"Yes... I, uh... We're doing everything we can, but we need help to track her down. We don't know where she's headed next," Soren remarked. Janelle gave a short, dry laugh.
"To be clear, we're not asking for handouts," Callum said, emphasizing the journey they had undertaken, "I've seen firsthand what can happen when dark magic gets loose. We're not here to make trouble. We're here to stop it." Bowen considered this for a long moment, looking between Callum, Rayla, Soren, and Mipha.
"If this sorceress is as dangerous as you say, and you've crossed the Sea of Storms to find her, then you're right about one thing - the threat must be considerable," He nodded, his tone now more measured. Janelle's sharp eyes softened just a fraction, but she remained skeptical.
"I'm not so sure. Why should we take these foreigners at their words? As far as I've known, the people of Hyrule and Xadia haven't crossed each other's paths in centuries," Janelle recalled, "In Hyrule, it's customary to back one's efforts with deeds, not just words. Talk is easy. What you do, how you handle yourself, that's what matters to us," Janelle frowned. Mipha stepped in gently.
"If I may suggest, Commander, Bowen... perhaps there's a way for them to demonstrate their abilities? They came all this way, after all," Mipha proposed. Bowen nodded thoughtfully, a grin beginning to form.
"An interesting idea. We're short-handed on an escort mission to Dueling Peaks Village. We've got a supply convoy that needs to make it there safely, but it's a dangerous road with all the Yiga Clan activity lately," Bowen explained.
"An excellent idea milord. If you can help us get the supplies through safely, then we'll consider assisting you," Janelle agreed. Soren raised an eyebrow.
"An escort mission? That's how we prove ourselves?" Soren asked. Bowen shrugged, his grin widening.
"Not just an escort mission. Think of it as an introduction to the dangers of Hyrule. If you can't handle this, you won't be ready for anything bigger," Bowen cautioned. Callum exchanged a glance with Rayla and Soren before nodding.
"We'll do it. Tell us when to leave," Callum agreed.
"Meet us at the village gates at first light tomorrow. We'll see what you're made of," Bowen replied.
The sun hung low over Lurelin Village, casting a warm orange glow over the crystal-clear waters. The peaceful village now stood as the backdrop for Claudia's unexpected arrival, the ship she had stolen from the pirates rocking gently at the docks. As the last of the stolen treasures were being unloaded, the chests clinking with riches, Claudia stood at the bow, her hand pressed to her temple. A sharp throb pulsed behind her eyes, her head spinning. Maintaining the dominance spell for so long was starting to take its toll. The pirates, though under her thrall, were a constant source of distraction as they unloaded the ship's cargo, a sea of gold, silks, and priceless treasures that had once belonged to merchants and noble families alike. Their movements were slow, sluggish, their obedience only half-hearted as she struggled to hold onto control. She cursed under her breath, wincing as another wave of pain seared through her skull. The power of the star primal secret stone around her neck had been a boon, but even with its strength, keeping the pirates in check without releasing them for even a moment was wearing her down. She rubbed her temples, feeling the dampness of her clothes cling to her skin. The saltwater had soaked through her torn, damp attire, and the fabric clung uncomfortably to her, frayed edges brushing against her skin. Her cloak had torn during the earlier skirmish, and now, half of her sleeves were shredded beyond repair. She winced as she shifted her weight, the cold chill of the wet clothes sending an unpleasant shiver down her spine.
"Great," she muttered under her breath, "My clothes are ruined, I'm freezing, and my head feels like I've listened to Soren rattle on for days. Not to mention… I haven't had a decent meal in days." Another sharp pang throbbed behind her eyes, and she clenched her jaw, trying to ignore the pain. Aaravos's voice slithered into her thoughts, cold and calculating.
"You should focus on what you need, Claudia. Power is not all that you require," Aaravos cautioned. She shook her head, annoyed.
"I know. I know, Aaravos. But right now, I need rest. And warmth. I can't keep this up much longer," Claudia groaned. The pain intensified, blurring her vision, and she staggered slightly, gripping the ship for support. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the pirates unloading the last of the stolen treasure. They were unaware of her growing frustration, too absorbed in the task at hand. Claudia's lips curled into a bitter smile, and a thought, a dark, vindictive thought, formed in her mind. She turned toward the ship's wheel, her fingers brushing over the smooth wood as she centered her focus. The stone around her neck pulsed brightly, its light vibrating in the quiet evening air.
"Enough," she muttered to herself, her voice gaining strength despite the ache in her mind, "They're not needed here." Satisfied with what she had, she turned to her dominated crew.
"You'll return to Eventide Island. And when you do, you'll wreck your ship. Leave it destroyed, sunk, if possible. I don't care how. Just... wreck it," Claudia ordered. The pirates, who had been moving with a dull obedience, froze for a moment. Their eyes, still clouded with the magic she had placed upon them, flickered briefly as though considering the order. With her command, the pirates boarded their ship without question, their bodies moving as though they were little more than puppets on strings. Claudia watched them leave, her headache intensifying. As soon as they were gone, she exhaled a breath of relief. For now, they were out of her way. Turning back toward the dock, she scanned the area for someone to help her transport the cargo. The last thing she wanted was to carry all the stolen goods herself. She caught sight of a few dockworkers hauling crates and boxes, their backs hunched from the weight of their load. It was time to get her things moved. She walked over to the workers, still careful to keep the two secret stones hidden beneath the bandannas.
"Excuse me," Claudia said, her voice smooth but with an edge of impatience, "I need these items moved to the inn. Can you help me with that?" The dockworker looked up at her, eyes flicking from her face to the ship and back again, clearly unsure whether he wanted to get involved with someone like her.
"I'll pay you well for your trouble," Claudia offered, holding out some rupees.
"Aye, we can do that," he replied gruffly, glancing over at his companions, "for a little more." Claudia smiled thinly and reached into her pouch, pulling out an additional handful of rupees. She handed them over with practiced ease, slipping them into the dockworker's hand.
"Will that be enough?" She asked.
"More than enough," The dockhand agreed.
"Keep the change," she said with a flick of her wrist, the gesture casual, though she was pleased to see the worker's eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected generosity. He nodded gratefully, and soon the dockworkers were busy hauling her treasure toward the inn. Claudia watched them for a moment before turning to make her way up the path toward the building. Her clothes clung uncomfortably to her body, wet and torn from the sea. She winced at the sensation, eager to get some rest and find a change of clothes. As much as she wanted to get everything set up for her next move, exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders. Upon reaching the inn, Claudia entered, the warm air inside greeting her with a comforting embrace. The innkeeper, an elderly man with a kindly face, looked up from behind the counter as she approached. He eyed her briefly, no doubt noticing the disheveled state she was in, but said nothing.
"I'll take a room," she said curtly, placing a handful of rupees on the counter, "A bed, and something hot to eat. Now." The innkeeper didn't argue. He simply handed her a key and gave her directions to her room. Claudia took it with a terse nod and headed upstairs. Once inside, she closed the door behind her and collapsed onto the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress. She hadn't realized how much she needed rest until she was lying there, the comfort of the bed almost as painful as the ache in her head. The last few days had been a blur of constant movement, struggle, and the weight of the dominance spell. Her eyes fluttered closed, the exhaustion finally overwhelming her. As she drifted off to sleep, she muttered under her breath, "Tomorrow, I'll plan my next move. For now... rest."
Aaravos's voice echoed in her mind, distant but insistent. "Rest while you can, Claudia. But remember... the power you seek will never come easily."
Claudia's fingers clenched around the edge of the blanket, her eyes still closed as she muttered, "I know. I'll be ready." And with that, she let herself drift into the dark, dreamless sleep she so desperately needed.
The lively bustle of Hateno Village was both foreign and fascinating to the group. From the calls of merchants at their stalls to the scent of freshly baked bread wafting through the air, the village felt alive. Having converted their Katolis gold into rupees with the garrison's help, the three Xadians stood at the main crossroads, deciding on their next steps.
"Well," Soren said, patting his now-heavy pouch of rupees, "Looks like I'm officially rich. Time to feed the operation's muscle!"
"Are you implying the 'muscle' is your brain?" Rayla teased.
"Nope," Soren said with a wide grin, flexing his biceps, "These bad boys don't feed themselves. Anyway, I'll see what kind of rations the shops around here have to offer. Callum, where are you heading?" Callum glanced toward the hill.
"I think I'll check out the tech in this place. I've never seen anything like it. It's incredible!" Callum said.
"Of course, you'll be drawn to the weird glowing gadgets. I'll poke around a bit, see what they've got in terms of weapons and supplies," Rayla snorted.
"Very well. I will make arrangements at the local inn for you and meet you there at sundown, OK?" Mipha proposed.
"Sounds like a plan," Callum said, "Let's go!" With that, the trio split up to explore the town. As Rayla meandered through the marketplace, her eyes were immediately drawn to a weapons stall. She stopped, tracing her fingers over the hilt of a sword that gleamed like polished silver.
"Beautiful piece, isn't it?" the vendor said with a toothy grin, "Hylian steel, sharp enough to slice through leather like butter."
"Tempting," Rayla replied, though she reluctantly set the blade back down, "But not today." A sign for Ventest Clothing Boutique caught her eye, and she pushed through the door. Inside, bolts of fabric in every color imaginable lined the walls, and mannequins displayed tunics, cloaks, robes and dresses. The shopkeeper did a brief double-take on Rayla's appearance before realizing he had a customer.
"Welcome!" the shopkeeper said cheerfully, "You've got the look of a traveler. Need something sturdy for the road?" Rayla glanced at her worn hood in the mirror and sighed.
"Aye, I do. Something that doesn't scream 'I've been fighting monsters for months.'" The shopkeeper chuckled, showing her a sleek, dark hood made from a durable yet lightweight fabric.
"This should suit your needs. And…" they added, holding up a navy tunic, "…perhaps something for your male companions I saw you with? This color brings out confidence," The shopkeeper proposed.
"All right. Let's add this for Callum… and that crimson one for Ezran," Rayla said. As she paid, Stella leapt from her shoulder and darted toward a display of ornate hats. She struggled to pull one over her head, though it was far too large, the brim covering her entirely.
"Stella!" Rayla exclaimed, stifling a laugh, "What are you doing?"
"She's got good taste," the shopkeeper said with a grin, "That hat's fit for a royal court!"
"Not this royal monkey," Rayla quipped, gently lifting Stella and scratching her behind the ears. Back on the street, Callum's steps slowed as he neared a bustling well. A strange device, glowing faintly with the characteristic green light of Zonai magic, lowered and raised a bucket with ease.
"Incredible," he murmured, crouching to get a better look. A villager noticed his interest and smiled.
"First time seeing Zonai technology?" The villager asked.
"Yes! I mean, I've read about magical technology before, but this... it's seamless. Like magic and engineering in perfect harmony," Callum nodded eagerly.
"Plenty more like it around here," the villager said, "The tech lab up the hill's where they study it all. Might be worth a visit if you're interested." Callum's eyes lit up.
"I'll definitely check it out," Callum said. At the general store, Soren had a basket nearly overflowing with supplies, dried meats, biscuits, and various other rations.
"Got enough to feed a battalion there," the shopkeeper remarked with amusement.
"Not a battalion," Soren said, hoisting the basket with ease, "Just me and my traveling companions. But mostly me. Gotta keep the muscle of the operation fueled, you know?"
"Must be some operation," the shopkeeper said as they packed everything into a satchel.
"Oh, it is," Soren said with a wink, "Big stakes, dangerous enemies, and at least one guy who knows how to carry it all." The group eventually reconvened at the Great Ton Pu Inn as the setting sun painted the village in warm hues of orange and pink. The inn's interior was cozy, with wooden beams crisscrossing the ceiling and lanterns casting a soft glow over the polished tables. The smell of roasted meat and freshly baked bread drifted through the air, making their stomachs growl. Rayla arrived first, dropping her purchases onto the table with a satisfied sigh. Callum strolled in a few minutes later, still sketching in his journal. Soren was last, his arms loaded with bags of supplies.
"Looks like someone bought out the whole store," Rayla teased, eyeing Soren's haul.
"What can I say?" Soren said with a grin, dropping the bags with a thud, "The muscle of the operation requires a lot of fuel."
"And by 'muscle,' you mean your mouth?" Rayla quipped, smirking.
"Hey, don't underestimate the power of my jaw strength," Soren replied, pretending to bite an invisible enemy. Callum shook his head, chuckling.
"Glad to see the 'muscle' is well-fed," Callum said as he sat down and pulled out his journal, "I found some amazing stuff today… Zonai tech at the well and that lab on the hill! Their director was away so I didn't get much chance to look around but still... I'd love another chance to go up and see what they've got." Rayla reached into her bag and tossed a folded navy tunic toward Callum.
"Maybe you should go looking less like a Katolis scholar and more like a traveler. Here, this should help," Rayla offered. Callum unfolded the tunic, his eyes lighting up.
"Wow, Rayla! This is… this is great. Thanks!" Callum gushed.
"And this," Rayla said, pulling out a crimson tunic, "is for Ezran. Figured he'd like something nice when we get back."
"Definitely," Callum said, smiling warmly, "He'll love it." Soren leaned back in his chair, folding his arms.
"So, what did you get me?" Soren asked.
"Absolutely nothing," Rayla said flatly.
"Figures," Soren said with a dramatic sigh, slumping forward, "Guess I'll just have to wear my big bag of rations."
"Don't give him ideas," Callum muttered. Stella and Sneezles hopped on to the table and started sniffing at the food as it arrived. A server placed steaming plates of roasted meat, seasoned vegetables, and fresh bread before them, along with tankards of cold cider. Rayla leaned back, stretching.
"Well, at least we're eating well tonight," Rayla said. As they dug into their meal, Callum leaned forward, his expression turning serious.
"Mipha, can I ask you something?" Callum asked.
"Of course," Mipha replied, setting down her fork.
"The Yiga Clan," Callum began, "I've heard bits and pieces about them from the villagers I talked to today, but... what are they really? What do they want?" Mipha's cheerful demeanor dimmed slightly, and her voice grew somber.
"The Yiga Clan was once loyal to Ganondorf, the Demon King who tried to rule our country years ago. When my parents and their allies destroyed him, the Yiga Clan vanished into the shadows. For the last two decades, we believed they were gone for good," Mipha explained.
"But they're not," Rayla said, her eyes narrowing.
"No," Mipha confirmed, "Over the past few months, they've reappeared, causing trouble across Hyrule. They're thieves and assassins, but their actions are coordinated, too calculated to be random mischief. It worries me deeply."
"Do you think this Ganondorf has something to do with it?" Callum asked, his voice low.
"Not likely. He's dead. But the Yiga's reappearance now, after so many years, cannot be coincidence," Mipha frowned.
"With our luck, we'll probably cross paths with them sooner or later," Rayla remarked.
"Then we'll deal with them," Soren said firmly, slapping his hand on the table, "They're just another obstacle, right?"
"It's not that simple," Mipha said, her voice carrying a note of warning, "The Yiga are dangerous. They've lived in the shadows for so long, they know how to strike where it hurts most." Callum leaned back, his thoughts visibly racing.
"We'll have to be careful," Callum said. Rayla studied him for a moment, then nudged his arm.
"You've got that look again," Rayla noticed.
"What look?" Callum asked, feigning innocence.
"The one where you're about to overthink everything," Rayla said, before leaning over to kiss his cheek, "Relax for now. We'll figure it out."
Callum smiled faintly. "Yeah, you're right." After finishing their meal, the three people from Xadia bid Mipha goodnight as they went into their shared room to sleep.
The pirate ship drifted into the cove of Eventide Island, its sails fluttering weakly in the night breeze. The crewmoved like puppets under the captain's barked orders.
"Drop anchor!" the captain shouted, his voice sharp and authoritative. "Prepare to scuttle the ship, you bilge rats!"
"Aye, Cap'n!" the crew responded in eerie unison, moving with unsettling precision. The pirates began dismantling their ship with practiced efficiency. Boards were pried loose, and holes were knocked into the hull. Buckets of water were hauled up and dumped below deck to speed the flooding process. Despite their efforts, there was an odd glaze in their eyes, as if their actions weren't fully their own. One pirate paused, holding a crowbar in his hands. He scratched his head, a faint flicker of doubt crossing his face.
"Uh, Cap'n... you sure about this? Scuttling the ship and all?" The pirate asked. The captain rounded on him, his gaze glowing faintly under the dominance spell.
"Did I stutter, you barnacle-brained buffoon? Scuttle the ship! She gave the order!" The captain reminded them.
"Aye, aye," the pirate muttered, still unsure. He leaned down and began prying a plank from the deck. Then, without warning, the strange glow in the captain's eyes dimmed and flickered out. His rigid posture slackened as if he'd just shaken off a heavy weight. Blinking rapidly, he glanced around, his expression shifting from confusion to horror.
"What in Hylia's name is going on here?" he shouted, his voice echoing through the cove. The pirates froze mid-task. One, holding a rope he'd been about to slice, glanced nervously at the captain.
"Uh... we're scuttling the ship... like you said," The pirate replied. The captain's face turned an alarming shade of red.
"I what?!" The captain growled.
"You told us to," piped up another pirate, still clutching a bucket of water he'd been about to toss into the hold. The captain's eyes widened as fragments of memory surged back.
"I told you to... scuttle the ship? Why in the seven seas would I..." He stopped abruptly, his jaw tightening. Images flashed in his mind: the girl with dark, tangled hair, a smug smile, and two glowing stones, one around her neck and one on her hand.
"She bewitched us," he muttered, his voice low and trembling with rage, "That scrawny little landlubber cast a spell on us! She made us give her everything… All the loot! And then she made us scuttle the ship!" He slammed a fist against the mast, startling the crew. Gasps of shock and dismay rippled through the crew.
"All the treasure?" one pirate wailed, clutching his head, "Gone?!" One of the pirates ran into the lair and came out a minute later.
"I can't believe it! She got everything!" The pirate said.
"She took it all?" Another groaned, his knees buckling, "Everything we worked so hard to steal?"
"Yes, everything!" the captain bellowed, pacing furiously across the deck, "And now she's probably stuffing her face with a hot meal in Lurelin Village, laughing at us!" Silence hung over the crew as they absorbed the gravity of the situation. Then one pirate hesitantly raised his hand.
"Uh, Cap'n... does this mean we're broke?" The pirate asked.
"Of course it means we're broke, you brainless bilge rat!" the captain roared, rounding on him, "But not for long. Fix this ship, NOW! We're going to Lurelin Village to get our treasure back. I'll have that girl's head on a pike for making fools of us!" The crew scrambled into action, their humiliation and anger fueling their efforts. Broken planks were hastily nailed back into place, and the flooded hold was bailed out with buckets. The sails, torn in places, were patched together with scraps of fabric. The ship groaned and protested under the makeshift repairs, but it held together.
"Enthralled by some slip of a girl... I'm gonna be the laughingstock of the seas if word gets out. Well, not if I have anything to say about it. She won't know what hit her," The captain muttered darkly. The patched-up ship creaked as it was pushed back into the water. The crew, fueled by wounded pride and vengeful determination, set sail for Lurelin Village under the captain's furious watch.
"Hoist the sails!" he barked, "We're not stopping till we get what's ours!"
The first light of dawn filtered through the cracks in the window shutters, casting soft golden beams across the modest room at the inn. Callum rubbed his eyes and sat up on the edge of his bed, the soft groan of his bones echoing in the stillness. Beside him, Soren was already on his feet, pulling on his boots. Soren glanced over at Rayla and Stella, both still deep in sleep.
"Rayla's not going to like this," he muttered, an amused grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"We've waited as long as possible," Callum chuckled, nodding. His smile softened as he looked toward Rayla's bed. She was tangled in blankets, with Stella curled up beside her, both looking as if they had no intention of facing the day anytime soon. Soren raised an eyebrow.
"If anyone can get her moving, it's you," Soren remarked.
"I'll do my best," Callum grinned. With a sigh, Callum stood and walked over to the bed. He gently nudged Rayla's shoulder, his voice quiet but insistent.
"Rayla... Come on. Time to get up. The convoy's waiting," Callum said. Rayla stirred, mumbling something incoherent under the blankets, her voice thick with sleep.
"Five more minutes... please..." Rayla moaned. Callum gave a soft laugh, shaking his head.
"We've given you five more minutes. And then five more after that. Time to get up," Callum insisted. Rayla buried her head deeper in the pillows, her muffled words barely audible.
"Just five more, Callum... I'll get up... soon..." Rayla promised quietly. Soren, who had been watching with a grin.
"We tried to wait. Really, we did," Soren grinned. Callum leaned closer, his voice playful but firm.
"If you need more time, I can always leave without you," Callum pointed out. Rayla peeked out from under the blanket, her eyes squinting at him with half a glare.
"You're going to leave me behind?" Rayla asked.
"You want me to take you up on that offer?" Callum grinned widely. Rayla rolled her eyes, but there was a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Fine, fine, I'm up," she muttered, pushing herself into a sitting position with a dramatic groan. Stella, ever eager to greet the morning, jumped onto her lap and chirped excitedly, as if urging Rayla to get moving.
"Good," Callum said, standing and stretching, "I'll give you a few more minutes, but we're leaving in half an hour." Rayla rubbed her eyes, giving Callum a look as she ran a hand through her hair.
"You are lucky I love you Callum," Rayla sighed. Soren, now adjusting his gear, raised an eyebrow.
"Just make sure you're ready to go when Callum says it's time," Soren insisted. Rayla shot him a quick smirk as she started to gather her things, and Callum, stepping out of the room to give her some space, heard the soft rustle of her getting to work. In the hallway, he could already hear the distant sounds of people preparing for the journey ahead, voices in the inn, the clattering of armor and supplies being gathered. Callum stepped out of the inn, greeted by the crisp morning air. The faint glow of the rising sun painted the horizon in soft hues of pink and gold. He adjusted his scarf against the chill and glanced back at the door, waiting for the others to join him. Soren appeared a moment later, fully awake and grinning, his armor clinking softly as he stretched.
"You ready for this?" Soren asked, his tone light but eager.
"As ready as I can be," Callum replied. Soren nodded knowingly, his grin turning mischievous.
"Speaking of long days... how much trouble do you think we'll get in for waking up your fiancé?" Soren asked.
"None, because we're not waking her again," Callum chuckled, shaking his head.
"Classic Rayla. Let's hope she doesn't throw something at us when she shows up," Soren laughed. As if summoned by their conversation, Rayla finally emerged from the inn, her hair slightly mussed, her eyes half-closed, and Stella perched on her shoulder looking far more awake. Rayla was still pulling on her gloves, her movements sluggish.
"You're lucky I like you both," she muttered, her voice thick with sleep, "Otherwise, I'd still be in bed." Soren smirked and leaned in toward Callum, whispering loudly enough for her to hear.
"See? Moonshadow Elves aren't morning people. Proves my point," Soren teased. Rayla shot him a glare, her violet eyes narrowing.
"We're not morning people because we're night people, you dolt..." Rayla frowned. Callum stepped in before the argument could escalate.
"Okay, okay, let's save the debates for after the mission, alright? We've got a convoy to meet," Callum insisted. Rayla sighed, tugging her new hood over her head.
"Fine. But if Soren says one more word about morning people, I'm going to show him why we're so good at sneaking up on people," Rayla promised. With that, the trio made their way to the west gate, the early morning light casting long shadows over the village as the convoy came into view. The trio found Bowen, Commander Janelle, and Mipha waiting near the convoy. The group was standing beside a row of wooden supply carts though these were unlike any Callum, Rayla, or Soren had ever seen. Instead of horses, the carts were equipped with strange glowing wheels and a peculiar steering stick at the front.
"What... are those?" Soren asked, pointing to the carts with a mix of curiosity and confusion. Bowen gave a wry smile, gesturing toward the carts.
"Zonai ingenuity. Small wheels powered by energy cells make it possible to move heavy loads without beasts of burden. Efficient, isn't it?" Bowen explained. Rayla tilted her head, examining the softly humming wheels.
"Efficient, sure, but where do you even get these 'energy cells'?" Rayla wondered. Bowen tapped a new accessory on his belt, a Zonai energy cell, glowing faintly with green light.
"One of these. A little something I've picked up to keep things running smoothly," Bowen explained. Callum leaned in to get a better look at the cell. Mipha chimed in, her tone gentle but proud.
"It's a technology born from the ancient Zonai. Their craftsmanship has been invaluable to Hyrule in these challenging times," Mipha remarked. Rayla crossed her arms, glancing skeptically between the carts and Bowen.
"And you trust these contraptions to get the job done? No offense, but I'd feel better with a horse pulling the load," Rayla admitted. Bowen chuckled as he climbed into the first cart, gripping the steering stick with a practiced ease.
"A horse would tire. This won't," Bowen said, gesturing to Callum, "Come on up, Xadian. I could use some company up here." Callum hesitated for a moment but climbed up beside Bowen, settling onto the wooden seat.
"Alright, but if we crash, I'm blaming the Zonai," Callum said.
"This is going to be great. I get to say I was part of a magic-powered supply run. No one's going to believe me," Soren laughed, stepping toward one of the other carts. Janelle stepped forward, her sharp gaze sweeping over the group.
"Enough talk. We've got a long road ahead of us. Everyone, get to your positions," Janelle ordered, her commanding tone snapped everyone into motion. Soren took up a spot near the rear of the convoy, while Rayla reluctantly climbed into the second cart, her arms folded as she leaned back. Stella perched on her shoulder, chittering softly. Janelle raised a hand, signaling to the soldiers accompanying them. The carts hummed to life, their glowing wheels spinning smoothly as the convoy began its journey. Callum glanced at Bowen, who wore a confident smile as he expertly guided the lead cart.
"Let's hope this Zonai tech is as reliable as you say," Callum remarked.
"Trust me. It's not the tech you need to worry about. It's what—or who—might be waiting for us out there," Bowen chuckled, his eyes on the road ahead. Callum's smile faded as Bowen's words sank in, the weight of the journey ahead settling over him. As the convoy hummed to life and began its journey, Callum sat beside Bowen on the lead cart, his gaze drifting to the glowing energy cell on Bowen's belt. The soft green light and intricate design fascinated him.
"So, these Zonai…" Callum began, his curiosity getting the better of him, "who exactly were they?" Bowen gave him a sidelong glance, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"The Zonai were the ancient founders of Hyrule. Legends say they came from the heavens. They brought with them advanced technology and created tools and structures to make life easier," Bowen explained.
"Sounds like they were brilliant," Callum said, leaning closer to examine the steering stick, "So... what happened to them?" Bowen's expression darkened slightly, and his tone grew more somber.
"The Demon King happened. His rise plunged the land into chaos and war, shattering the Zonai's reign. Over time, they disappeared. Some say they returned to the heavens while others believe they were wiped out. All that remains are their ruins and artifacts," Bowen explained.
"That's... sad. To think something so incredible could be lost like that," Callum frowned, staring down at the softly glowing energy cell.
"It's a reminder of how fragile even the greatest civilizations can be, but their legacy endures, in small ways. We rely on their technology to survive, even now," Bowen nodded. The two rode in silence for a moment, the hum of the Zonai wheels filling the air. Then Bowen glanced at Callum again, his curiosity clearly piqued.
"Speaking of the incredible," Bowen said, "Mipha told me you're a human mage."
"Uh, yeah, I am. Why?" Callum blinked, surprised by the sudden change in topic.
"Because that's not exactly common where I'm from. How did that come to be?" Bowen chuckled. Callum rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit self-conscious.
"Well, it's a long story, but basically, I studied magic from an ancient magical artifact called a primal stone. It let me connect with the sky arcanum. Then a year ago, I figured out how to access the ocean arcanum when I was at sea," Callum explained. Bowen raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed.
"So, you learned magic from a stone and your own will? That's... unconventional," Bowen remarked.
"That's one way to put it. I've had to work really hard to understand the principles of magic and how it works. It's not something humans back home are supposed to be able to do," Callum laughed.
"Sounds like you've defied a lot of expectations," Bowen remarked, his tone thoughtful, "And that's not a bad thing. The world needs people who can do the impossible."
"Thanks," Callum smiled, a bit of pride shining through his earlier nervousness. Bowen gave him a reassuring nod, his focus returning to the road ahead. The convoy rattled along the forest trail, Zonai-powered wheels humming softly as the first rays of dawn filtered through the canopy. Despite the tranquil surroundings, the air was thick with tension. Rayla frowned at strange markings carved into a nearby rock.
"Heads up everyone. Those scratches… They're deliberate," Rayla pointed out. Mipha stepped closer, inspecting the marks.
"Signs of a trap?" Mipha asked.
"Ambush, if I had to guess," Rayla nodded. Bowen, riding at the head of the convoy, raised his hand to halt the group.
"Weapons ready," he ordered, "Stay sharp." Before anyone could respond, a sharp whistle echoed through the forest. Crimson-clad warriors materialized from the shadows, their faces obscured by white masks with an eye symbol on them. Their laughter rung out like a sinister chorus as they drew hook-shaped blades.
"Yiga Clan!" One of the soldiers shouted.
"Finally!" Soren exclaimed, drawing his sword, "I was starting to get bored." The leader of the Yiga emerged from the ranks, his jagged sword resting on his shoulder.
"Bowen," he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery, "You really thought you could sneak through our territory? The supplies, the convoy, your lives… They're all ours now." Bowen dismounted from the cart, unsheathing his blade.
"You've got a lot of confidence for someone who spends his life lurking in the shadows," Bowen taunted.
"Confidence? No, Prince Bowen. This is inevitability. The Demon King will rise, and when he does, you'll be nothing but a stain on his glorious path," The leader said.
"Your king is dead. I think you're overestimating your chances," Bowen smirked. The forest erupted into chaos. Rayla leaped from the cart, her blades flashing as she disarmed a Yiga warrior with a spin. Another lunged at her, but she ducked low, swiping their legs out from under them before a friendly knight's arrow pinned their weapon to a tree. Mipha moved like water, her rapier glinting as she parried and countered strikes with graceful efficiency.
"Your tactics are as crude as your ambition," she remarked, sending a Yiga stumbling with a precise thrust. Callum stood near the carts, casting spells to support his allies.
"Fulminis!" he shouted, summoning a bolt of lightning that struck one of the assassins, immobilizing him. Seeing this, Rayla leapt towards them and slammed both feet into his head, sending him flying into a tree.
"Rayla, up here! Levare Ventum!" Callum called, sending a burst of air beneath her feet to propel her into the air. She landed on the cart's roof next to Callum and swapped her blades for her bowblade and began firing arrows with deadly precision. Soren held the front line, his shield absorbing blow after blow as he fended off attackers.
"Come on, is that all you've got?" he taunted, swinging his sword in a wide arc to clear space. Bowen, surprisingly agile, fought with calculated precision. His blade met every strike with ease, driving his attackers back.
"You're outmatched," he said coolly, his movements smooth and deliberate. Janelle barked orders, her halberd sweeping through multiple enemies with deadly force.
"Protect the carts! Hold the line!" she commanded, her leadership steadying the group as they repelled the ambush. Amid the chaos, Bowen and the Yiga leader clashed. The Yiga assassin struck first, his jagged sword descending toward Bowen. Bowen sidestepped, parrying the blow and countering with a swift slash that his opponent barely dodged.
"Not bad," The Yiga sneered, circling him, "But you're still no match for me."
"You talk too much," Bowen smirked, feinting a high strike before aiming low. Their blades met again, sparks flying as they traded rapid blows. The bigger opponent pressed forward with raw power, forcing Bowen to retreat a step, but the prince held his ground, using precise footwork to keep his enemy from gaining the upper hand.
"You're holding back," Bowen said, "Afraid of losing?"
"You think you're clever, don't you? This fight is already over!" The Yiga growled, his strikes growing wilder. Bowen caught his enemy's blade with his own, locking them together.
"You're right about one thing," Bowen said, shoving his foe back, "It is over-for you." The Yiga roared, lunging with a downward swing that Bowen sidestepped. Seizing the opening, Bowen drove his shoulder into the assassin, but he recovered quickly, vanishing in a puff of smoke and reappearing behind Bowen.
"Nice try," he snarled, slashing at Bowen's back. Bowen turned just in time, deflecting the blow and driving him back with a series of rapid strikes. Their duel reached a fever pitch, each trading blow for blow. Finally, the Yiga leader leapt back, breathing heavily.
"This isn't over," The assassin spat, disappearing in a swirl of smoke. As the Yiga warriors retreated, Bowen lowered his blade, scanning the battlefield.
"Any injuries?" Bowen asked. Rayla stretched her arms, rolling her shoulders.
"Nothing serious. Though next time Your Highness, maybe give us a heads-up before inviting a horde of assassins to breakfast," Rayla remarked.
"Breakfast? Rayla, that was stronger than a hot brown morning potion!" Soren chuckled, sitting on a crate with his shield propped beside him. Rayla glared at him, rubbing her temple.
"If you ever say something that absurd again, I'm throwing your sword into a river," Rayla promised. Stella, perched on Rayla's shoulder, gave a soft squeak of agreement, looking equally as grumpy. Mipha approached gracefully, her rapier still in hand but her composure unshaken.
"The carts are intact, and the supplies are secure. Clearly, the Yiga underestimated us," Mipha noticed. Callum let out a relieved sigh, leaning on his staff.
"Yeah, but they won't make that mistake again. Their leader seemed… determined to beat you. Obsessed, even," Callum remarked to Bowen. Bowen nodded grimly, adjusting the Zonai energy cell on his belt.
"That's their way. The Yiga live and breathe their loyalty to the Demon King. To them, my family... We're not just enemies… We're obstacles to his return," Bowen explained. Janelle approached, her halberd slung over her shoulder.
"And that's why we need to keep moving. Staying here invites another attack," Janelle insisted. Bowen crossed his arms, scowling.
"She's right, but we need a plan. They know this route, and they know what we're carrying. If we keep going like this, we're walking straight into another ambush… There's an old trail about a mile from here. It's rougher terrain, but it'll throw them off," Bowen decided. Some of the knights stiffened upon hearing this.
"Um… Are you sure that's a good idea? Your 'alternate routes' usually lead only to trouble," Mipha warned.
"Don't be such a scaredy catfish, Mipha. Come on," Bowen insisted.
"Everyone, back to your positions! We're moving out in five!" Janelle called out, her voice sharp and commanding. Bowen climbed back onto the lead cart, motioning for Callum to join him. As the convoy began to roll forward again, the group's mood was subdued but resolute.
"You fought well back there," Callum said, "I didn't know you were such a skilled swordsman."
"Spent a lot of time on the road. You pick up a thing or two," Bowen said, giving a small, almost sheepish smile.
"You're more than just a 'guy on the road.' That much is obvious. Who taught you?" Callum asked, raising an eyebrow. Bowen's expression softened, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"My father. He is... His swordsmanship is second to none. He and my mother defeated the Demon King twenty years ago. Everything I know, everything I strive to be, is because of him," Bowen said. Before Callum could respond, Bowen clapped him on the shoulder, his demeanor shifting back to a lighthearted grin.
"You've got talent yourself. Your ability to command wind and lightning… Clever moves. Keep that up, and we'll make it through this yet," Bowen vowed.