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Social Makeup Study - Hateno Village (HFS, TotK)

Village Structure

Leadership system: Eldership and a monarchy-like structure both appear to be used at once. An electoral system has become popular with some citizens, and Hyrule's monarchy has begun to restore itself, both further complicating the matter. Traditionally, Hateno used an eldership system exclusively, but Hyrule's sudden destruction 100 years ago brought elements of a monarchy (primarily that there is one leader who inherits the position).

Leader/Ruler: Reede Imperial (leader/mayor, under dispute), Link Hyrule (elder, under dispute, King of Hyrule)

Economy: As a former land of exile, Hateno is traditionally non-exporting. However, the village became known for agriculture and dye production after the Age of Burning Fields. Recently, the village has become a hub for textiles such as clothing and hats. The past century has brought significant changes in this area, which has also brought unease.

Demographics: Historically was 100% Pedigreed Wolfbred, although the modern village has a makeup of approximately 50% Wolfbred/Wolfbred Hybrid and 50% Hylian. This shift was also brought about in the last 100 years.

Beliefs and Afterlife: A Hylia-worshipping village. Wolfbred mythology depicts them having been created by the Twilight's interaction with their ancestor and believe that the Twilight became heritable through his line. Although the Twilight Realm is not an afterlife realm (nor was it intended to be), the Wolfbred still believe their ghosts will be returned to the Realm when their bodies fail because of their own Twilight, and believe that Midna created the Celaeno Orientalis constellation (a wolf-like constellation that appears over Hateno) as a replacement for the Mirror of Twilight to help their souls return "home". Due to the Mirror of Twilight's destruction, there is no way to confirm or deny this belief; however, it appears to have been reinforced by Link's successful command of both Wolfbred-like spirits and Hylia's Honor Guard (souls of past heroes) in battle.

Citizens

Link (Imperial) Hyrule: The last documented male Wolfbred, and the last Wolfbred born under exile. For this reason, he’s referred to as the last “Pedigreed Wolfbred”. Champion of Hyrule/Hylians, despite not technically being Hylian, and beloved mate of Princess Zelda. Died during the Great Calamity, but not before becoming King of Hyrule. The first Wolfbred King since Kakku. Cause of death: fatal battle wounds. He was resurrected 100 years after his death, and reigns over Hyrule today with his beloved. The Sheikah crowned him King Sovereign before Calamity Ganon was sealed for good, as the throne would pass to whichever of King Rhoam's heirs/relatives was found alive first. Called "Grandpa" (sometimes written "Grandpaw") by his extended family. Has developed blindness in one eye as well as joint pain, two common signs of a Wolfbred's aging, and is technically retired from all soldiering.

Zelda (Esmerelda) Hyrule: The first Hylian to marry into the tribe in 10,000 years due to the exile, and mother of Hyrule's first (chronologically-speaking) Wolfbred-Hylian hybrid: Zelda Ivee. Said to be the only true Hylian who could speak the Wolfbred tongue fluently before the Calamity. The Sheikah's crowning of Link restarted the Kingdom of Hyrule, so this Princess hasn't seen a need to rush her ascension to the Queen's throne. Her temper was found to be of Wolfbred descent, as she is Karu’s descendant. A beloved teacher at the newly build Hateno Schoolhouse.

Zelda Ivee Hyrule: King Link and Princess Zelda’s beloved little girl and the new Princess Zelda. She is the first Wolfbred hybrid since her distant ancestor Karu, and her soul is over a century old despite her age of five. Her upbringing will likely shape the future of Hyrule, as her parents come from such different backgrounds. Current studies regarding her aim to identify whatever might trigger the aggressive tendencies her family tree is infamous for, so her exposure to such triggers can be limited.

Reede Imperial: Leader of Hateno Village and descendant of Sydnei (Link's sister). He retains a strong desire to stay in tune with his heritage and prides himself on keeping Hateno just the way it was during the exile: a safe haven for the Wolfbred. He inherited the antagonistic tendencies of his family. Although he is generally a very peaceful, vegetable-loving man, he has recently begun to display aggressive behavior, and has gotten in a few fights. (Now that the villagers think about it, so has Link.)

Clavia Imperial: Reede's wife and the mother of Karin. Clavia is Hylian, but has been accepted into the Clan as if she was Wolfbred. While her daughter is in school, she spends time at Link and Zelda's, often helping tidy the place so the half-blind Link can keep his last good eye on his pup. Besides, she believes it does Link good to have someone other than Zelda to talk to.

Karin Imperial: Reede and Clavia's daughter, and a pupil of Zelda's. Currently, Karin is not affected by her family's tendencies. Purah aims to prevent exposing both her and Zelda Ivee to whatever causes those tendencies to develop. Although, considering how riled up their fathers have suddenly gotten, Purah and her fellow researchers may have to work fast to identify the cause and isolate it from the girls.

Sophie and Cece: A pair of Wolfbred-Hylian sisters. Cece is eldest. Their existence greatly influences modern Wolfbred-Hylian relations as Sophie is considered legally Wolfbred, while Cece is the first hybrid to not be legally Wolfbred, at least within the village. Surprisingly, Sophie is the more docile of the two. Cece recently moved back in after traveling the world to study fashion. Village opinions are mixed. Link and Sophie are friends. Link and Cece are not.

Ivee: Daughter of the family who runs East Wind General Store. It's rumored that she was actually named after Zelda Ivee, as Hateno thought she'd been killed in-utero during the Great Calamity.

Pruce, Amira and Azu: Family of Ivee, runs East Wind. Ancestor was a dear friend of Ordon, which strengthens the rumors about the origins of Ivee's name. Father, mother and younger brother, respectively. Azu has taken fondly to "protecting" the village, a tendency that often develops in Wolfbred males as they approach and reach puberty.

Tamana: A former Cucco rancher, and Teebo's mother.

Teebo: A very polite Wolfbred pup and Tamana's son. Has shown an immense interest in weapons and the warrior arts since he was very young, and now fills a slot on the day-shift Hateno guard. His apparently innate interest in warrior arts and protection have brought him and Link into a mentor-mentee relationship.

Medda: A tomato-raising farmer, and Aster's father. His wife passed many years ago, but he and his daughter seem to be doing well.

Aster: Medda's daughter. Loves tomatos and froggies, and recently moved next door to Link and Zelda.

Dantz, Koyin: A family of Wolfbred who live outside the town on a farm in the forest, completely devoted to the ways of their ancestors. Father and daughter, respectively.

Sayge, Senna and Sefaro: Family running the Kochi Dye Shop. Sayge and Senna are devoted artisans, who are thriving with Hateno's new textile based market. Sefaro, however, is a much more studious soul who prefers to read history books at the schoolhouse. He's tried to badger Link into teaching him more sensitive history like the Great Calamity, Wolfbred Exile and Sheikah Fallout; currently to little-to-no avail. Perhaps when the little historian is older... or when other tensions in the village smooth over....

Prima: Said to be the prettiest Wolfbred after Midna Marie. May be related to Linky due to the strong facial resemblance to his mother, but is clearly not of the Imperial family.

Worten: Prima's husband. A Wolfbred-Hylian hybrid like his wife, which was seen as a milestone for the species (as hybrids had become distant enough to interbreed again)

Uma: An elderly Wolfbred-Hylian. One of the first hybrids to be born, and has lived since the Age of Burning Fields. Full of knowledge about the village and its history, with a priceless ability to see multiple perspectives for almost any conflict in the village. She usually attempts to soothe Link and Reede when they are riled, often with more success than their wives.

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TOTK Prequel Fanfic: In Three Years... [PART 1]

It’d been a few years since Ganon had been defeated–three years to be exact. After visiting all regions of Hyrule, Zelda and Link return to Hateno village to rest for a few months. Rebuilding efforts are underway and the Princess–now twenty years of age–couldn't be happier, especially now as Link is back at her side. The Silent Knight himself felt just as content; he was always happy so long as his Princess was safe and sound.

But the Princess wasn’t safe from her regrets.

Link’s house was simple and quaint, with only one floor and a loft. It was those little touches of color and light that Zelda brought into the residence–with Link’s permission–that made it feel homely for her. It might not look like much when you first open the door, but light the fireplace, bring out the eye-catching ceramics, add a few wildflowers in a vase for color, and it transforms into a place of warmth and comfort.

Zelda loved it so much that she asked Link if a cooking pot could be fitted in his home so she could learn to make all the unique dishes they had in their travels. He agreed to the idea, but only under the condition that she would follow a recipe and not her own. It was the first big addition to the house after a series of small ones and the princess was looking forward to doing more in the future–with Bolson’s help, of course.

She liked living the simpler life–but why? Zelda wondered this until she thought back to her early life in the Castle.

The cold, stone walls surrounding her.

The servants bustling in and out of her room.

The giant banners reminding her she was royalty.

And of course, the expectations that came with.

But here in Hateno Village, everyone showed nothing but unrequited love for their princess. The first day she moved to the village, she was given new clothes to wear, food to eat, and flowers to make her smile. The Mayor saw to it that every one of her needs were met, so long as the people could help it. All the elders taught her useful skills, such as sewing or preparing ink to write with.

But the children–goodness, those children!

They were especially fascinated with her highness, particularly for her knowledge of the wild; all it took was one small lesson on the different types of frogs there were on a rainy day, and the questions all came flooding in–the princess never felt so elated to answer them! It took parents calling their tiny scholars home for Zelda to finally catch a break. The Mayor’s daughter, Karin, gave her a big hug before running home, expressing how excited she was to learn more from the princess.

“Goodnight Miss Zelda!” The girl had said. It filled the princess with contentment; never had she felt so overwhelmed with open arms and joyful faces. Hateno Village was truly the place to call home.

But…

The more she pondered those smiling faces, why did it make Zelda feel more and more–guilty?

“Princess?”

Zelda shook her head out of her reverie. She was seated at the dining table, book in hand, with a half-empty plate beside her. “Y-yes?” she stammered. How long had she been staring off into space?

Link was standing by the door.

“I’m going to grab some rice and eggs from East Wind.” He said. “Do you want anything?”

“Oh–Milk,” Zelda said, forcing a smile. “I know I’ll sleep better after a warm cup of milk.”

Link nodded. He turned and reached for the door handle when he paused. Zelda looked up at him, anticipating a question from him. Instead, he shook his head–

“I won’t be long.” Link said before the door shut behind him.

That much was true. He wouldn’t take longer than ten minutes, which was all the time Zelda needed to get ready for bed.

Closing her book, she left it on the table to get changed up in the loft.

But as she undressed, the princess became lost in her thoughts again; this always happened after traveling through Hyrule for months. On the road, Zelda was never so distracted. Obviously, her mind had been occupied by the rebuilding efforts and the needs of her people that she hardly had the time to sit down and just be on her own. At some point under all that stress, Zelda was practically begging for a break from her duties–

But now that she and Link were taking an extended break after three years of almost non-stop travel, she suddenly felt–unease? Was that the right word?

Zelda wasn’t so sure; it wasn’t that she felt unsafe by any means, especially not with Link at her side, but those voices of doubt that once plagued her mind a hundred years ago somehow resurfaced, taunting her. She thought she was beyond those voices but seeing those faces–the faces of her current subjects, so few in numbers–they all had to adapt to living on the edges of the world because Zelda couldn’t stop the Calamity in time. The way they were living now, vulnerable to weather or monster attacks out in the wild, was because she had failed them long before they were born and they didn't even know it. The villagers were so welcoming to a long lost princess–

But if they found out that she was responsible for the kingdom’s downfall, how would they react? How would they treat her then?

Zelda thought about the elders of Hateno and the stories they told of their families; how their parents clamored to escape central Hyrule and the loved ones they lost amidst the chaos. To this day, none of them know if they have any surviving family members around the kingdom. If they somehow did, they're too old to travel alone and are far more vulnerable to the elements and monsters.

“It took a few decades for the village to feel safe here,” Uma had said to Zelda a day ago. “My husband wanted to start a family but I had that feeling in my heart that we needed to wait until the world was a little safer. My darling was upset with me–he thought I’d lied to him about wanting to settle down, but that was far from it.” The old woman sighed. “After five years, when those bokoblin hordes migrated towards the west, we all breathed a sigh of relief. My husband felt so guilty and apologized thereafter. We had our baby the next year and became the family we’ve always wanted.” Uma had smiled fondly at the last sentence. “Take it from an old woman–at some point in your life, you’re going to have to make sacrifices for the people you love, even if it hurts them.”

Those last words resonated within Zelda–why?

The princess laid awake under the covers, dressed in her nightshirt. It was all she could do while her mind raced with all the kingdom’s grievances post-Calamity.

Then she heard the front door click open followed by footsteps.

“Princess?”

It was Link. He was back from East Wind.

But rather than greeting him, Zelda remained still under the covers. She heard him call her again, then his footsteps walking up the stairs. She closed her eyes, and took slow breaths. She didn’t see him, but after a few moments of silence, she heard him descend to the bottom floor.

She hoped Link didn’t feel bad.

The night brought on a chill. Regardless if Zelda had the sheets on her person, her skin prickled as the core of her body shook violently–did Link forget to add fuel to the fire place?

Perhaps the window needed to be shut–but was it not already closed? Zelda remembered doing so.

Why was she so–

Cold?

Shaking, Zelda propped herself up on her hands and called for Link.

“Link–”

AHHHHHHHH!

Screams.

There were screams everywhere.

Zelda shot up from bed and looked around–it was dark, but from the cracks in the window, she could see a glow of red wisp seeping through. The Princess gasped and jumped out of bed, backing away.

“Link?” She called again. When no answer came, she ran downstairs to find the first floor of his house empty. Even the furniture was gone, all except–the dining table and the vase full of silent princesses, now wilted. Zelda looked at their pitiful state.

“But… these were just picked–”

The door burst open, but Zelda had no time to react when Link, in his tattered champion's tunic, grabbed her hand, and hauled her outside his house. She yelled in protest, but the Hero wasn’t listening–she didn’t even have a chance to look at his face. She tried to pry his hand off of her arm until she realized–they were no longer in Hateno, but a burning Castle Town.

And Zelda was no longer in her nightshirt, but her ceremonial dress. The sky burned an angry red color, and the sun’s rays felt more like a burning blaze than a gentle warmth. The Guardians, she saw, aimed at innocent, helpless, lives. Families–mothers, fathers, grandparents–and children–All vaporized in the blink of an eye.

It was all Zelda could do to not scream, but she had to keep running with Link.

They made it past the gates of Castle Town, but rather than veering off into the east, Link kept running straight ahead.

“Link! Where are we going?!” Exclaimed Zelda.

But he didn’t respond.

When they crossed onto the Sacred Grounds, Zelda finally ripped her arm free from his grip. She massaged her sore forearm and noticed the red marks where the Hero’s fingers had grappled her.

Link stopped just a few yards before her, his back turned to her.

“We have to find Impa!” The Princess called out to him. “She said she’d–wait for us…” Zelda trailed off. It was then she realized–how quiet the world became. Not even the wind blew.

But the sky was still red.

And Zelda felt even more cold.

“You failed.”

She looked up at the Hero.

“W-what?” she gasped. “Link–how could you–”

“Is it not true, princess?” He sounded so–so–Robotic. “You failed to unlock your sacred power–you failed to stop the Calamity.”

Zelda stood frozen in the center of the Sacred Grounds. She always felt weak and helpless–but Link never judged her. He would never say these things to her–unless this is how he truly felt about her.

“You’re–you’re not the Link I know.” Zelda said, growing in confidence. “The Link I know, he–he would never say these things because understands me!” She pointed at the imposter. “So tell me right now–who are you?!”

The puppet of Link started to chuckle in his voice–then the chuckle crescendoed into an evil cackle–and finally, maniacal laughter until his body slowly disintegrated into gloomy red wisps.

But now… there stood a familiar figure in the distance. Zelda’s eyes widened in shock.

“F-father?”

King Rhoam walked towards the Sacred Grounds from the south. Wait–

How did he escape Hyrule Castle? That was the last time Zelda saw him before he…

She shook her head.

“This–this must be a dream.” She said to herself.

“Oh no, Zelda.” said his voice in her head. “This is no dream, princess.”

The Princess looked up to see her Father standing before her–without a face. She backed away.

“I-I’m asleep and dreaming–” she told herself when she bumped into someone behind her. She spun around to see Urbosa–also faceless.

“No–this is reality.” She heard her voice in her head. “You did fail–one hundred years ago.”

“Now look at us–” said Mipha’s voice in Zelda’s head. The Champions appeared around Zelda, also faceless.

“Look at them.” said Daruk’s voice in her head.

Zelda soon found herself looking in every direction, seeing standing, faceless bodies of Hylians, Zoras, Gorons, Ritos, Grerudos–all Hyruleans, all of Zelda’s people. They all perished in the Calamity and Zelda now saw how many suffered.

“This is all because of you.” Revali's voice said in her head.

“Because you failed.” King Rhoam’s voice said. “And now you must pay the price.”

Zelda tried running in one direction but was blocked by a wall of faceless bodies, closing in on her. She tried running in another direction, but to no avail.

She was trapped–she had nowhere to go.

Zelda fell to her knees, tears falling from her eyes as she begged–

“Father! Urbosa!”

They all closed in on her.

“N-no! Please!”

And closer.

“I couldn’t–!”

And closer…

“Forgive me!”

And closer–

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Link sprang up from his cot and grabbed his knight’s sword before running up the stairs in one swift motion. His heart was beating fast–who or what got in his house? How could he not have heard–

He paused at the top of the stairs, only to see Zelda screaming and writhing in bed. Without a second thought, Link dropped his sword and hurried to her bedside. He reached for her flailing arms, trying to keep them from hitting him.

“Princess!”

“NO, LET ME GO!”

Her eyes were still closed as she fought him. Finally, Link pinned her arms down at her sides as he said–

“Zelda, open your eyes!”

When Zelda opened her eyes, she saw Link looking over her–then screamed at the sight of him. He stepped back, hands raised in defense in case she tried striking him–not that she would ever do that to him, but with the state she was in, Link wasn’t so certain. He kept his distance.

"It's okay.” He said.

Zelda's eyes had so much fear in them. She was a sweaty mess and her hands gripped the bed sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"It’s okay," Link said again. “It’s me.”

After a moment, Zelda slowly looked around the room. The fireplace was still lit, but the fire burned low. And the moonlight glowed a pale white through the window.

No red sky–no faceless people.

And Link was here with the most concerned expression she’s seen from him.

Zelda felt for the center of her chest–her heartbeat was finally slowing down as reality settled in. Then she broke down crying into her hands.

Before Link could say anything, there was an urgent knock on the door. Zelda became fearfully quiet.

“Link!” called a man’s voice from outside. “Is everything alright?!”

Link took one look at Zelda before hurrying down the loft to answer the door. When he opened the door, Thadd, Nack, and Rhodes greeted him with pitchforks and a farming hoe.

“We heard screaming,” said Thadd. “It sounded like the Princess. Is she alright?”

“...Ah.” Link hesitated to reply. “She’s, uh…” He stopped when he heard sniffling up the loft. He sighed, turning back to the men.

“She will be alright. I can’t say anymore than that.”

The men didn’t appear all too satisfied with that answer, but they weren’t going to argue with him. Not at this hour anyway.

“Let us know if there’s anything we can do to help,” said Nack. “You know I live close.”

After saying their goodbyes, Link quietly shut the door. He didn’t hear Zelda crying anymore, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t upset. He took the stairs to the loft and when he made it into her field of view, he saw her curled up on the bed, clutching onto her pillow.

Link carefully approached her and knelt down by her bedside. He took her hand into his.

"It was only a nightmare." He said.

"No, it wasn’t…!” She cried. “It was the Calamity! All those people–the ones we saw in Castle Town when the Guardians cornered them and they… they…!"

Link reached for the bedside drawer to pull a clean cloth; he held it up to her.

“Here.”

Zelda slowly craned her head up and took the cloth with a shaky hand. She sat up slowly, wiping the sweat and tears off her face. Link gave her a moment to compose herself. She dropped her hands into her lap and took a ragged breath.

“That’s not all,” she said. “It wasn’t just Hylians, but all the other races and…” She looked down at the cloth in her hands. “Our friends... My father… they said I had failed them…!”

Her face twisted with grief as the tears began to flow once more. Link sat by her side.

“I know there’s no changing the past, but I can’t help this–this feeling of guilt when the people of Hyrule are still struggling…” She closed her eyes, recalling what the elders of Hateno had told her and the people's plethora of needs. The burden weighed on her heart like lead.

“How can I protect the people if I’ve already failed them once…?”

Zelda felt Link’s hand atop of hers again. She looked up at him with a tear-stained face; there was a tenderness in his eyes that soothed something in her soul.

“My Princess,” He said softly. “Before I was appointed to you, I had made the decision to not speak. That decision has taught me to be grateful for becoming a Knight of Hyrule–but it has also taught me to listen. Of all the people whom I’ve had the pleasure–or displeasure–of meeting, none of them compared to the struggles that you’ve endured.” Link closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the times Zelda had been berated and yelled at by her father. “You did everything you could to fulfill your destiny–even if the attempt was futile, you still tried because you had hope that something would come of it. You did it out of love for your people, and because of that-you yelled at me in frustration, but I understood why." He chortled slightly at this before turning solemn. "You don't realize how many people love you or, at least, learned something from you-I know I have.” His brows furrowed with self-reproach. “During the trial of the sword, I failed so many times for days on end–every time I reawakened before the sword’s pedestal, I… I thought that the sword was wrong in choosing me. I was ready to give up until I remembered all the sacrifices you made–how you never stopped trying, no matter how futile the attempt was.” Link shook his head. “I wasn’t going to let your efforts go to waste. I was determined to keep trying, no matter how long it took, so that I’d be strong enough to defeat Ganon. I wanted to defeat him, to free you, because…”

Link stopped.

He told himself he would never mention this to anyone, let alone Zelda. The words that lingered on his tongue would make him a burden to her, something he forbade himself to become; he was her knight and that is how it should be, nothing more than that–

“...Because what?” Asked Zelda. She looked so helpless–she needed comfort, and he was the only person who could give her that. But if he said these words, their relationship would forever change. Was Link prepared to go through with it?

Yes. He most certainly was.

“...I wanted to see your beautiful smile again.”

He couldn’t even look at her while saying those words.

Zelda was speechless–this was how he felt all along?

All these years, she thought Link was only trying to save face because of her royal status–but hearing him open up, realizing that she’d always been on his mind from the moment he was at her side…

It made her cry even more.

Link appeared worried and was beginning to regret everything he said so intimately to her highness when she leaned into his chest.

“Link, hold me–Please…” She begged.

How could he say no?

He held her close in his arms, and Zelda never felt so safe and relieved.

[END OF PART 1]

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sombersummerskies · 4 months

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A Champion's Love: Chapter 32

Chapter 32: From the Ground Up Word Count: 4330 CW: None

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Months passed as you settled into your new lives. Life in Hateno was relaxing, which felt odd to you when you’ve spent the majority of your life on high alert at all times. Within time your wounds from the Yiga had healed completely, though you were left with a long scar on your bicep and a few minimal scratches along your torso.

The princess hadn’t yet completely reinstated you as her knight, claiming you still needed more time to recover from the mental stress. But the last thing you wanted to do was sit around, wasting away. So instead you dedicated yourself to offering assistance to the people of Hateno village. Killing off a monster camp to protect the rancher’s flock of sheep, finding various weapons to show to a curious boy, even collecting a handful of crickets for a man who wanted to use them as a gift.

The people of the village were grateful, giving you rupees and cooked meals. Eventually, however, you ran out of people to help within Hateno. So you began to travel to offer your assistance. From Kakariko, to Lurelin, to the various stables, you traveled back and forth with the aid of your steed to help any in need.

Whenever you could spare a day or two, you’d travel to Zora’s Domain to pay Prince Sidon a visit. Even though the council had recently been giving the prince more and more work, he would still eagerly make time for you. As of late he’d been showering you with various gifts, which according to the guards was another aspect of Zora courting rituals. If there was ever a day where Sidon could get away from his diplomatic work for more than a handful of hours, you would graciously spend that time together alone, away from prying eyes.

At the same time, Zelda was starting a new project. The construction of Lookout Landing was going smoothly, so the princess set her sights on a new goal: building a school. One night after having dinner she was excitedly explaining it to you, sharing how she and Symin were going to work together to usher in a new age of academia.

“Oh, you simply must see the plans,” she said with a grin, “it’s going to be the most precious building. Bolson and Hudson will be offering their construction expertise of course. In the first iteration it’s going to be a school for the younger children, but in the future I hope to expand to higher education for adults as well.”

Ever since moving the princess had a new air about her. More confident, more determined, and more hopeful. Her newly short hair bounced as she spoke, the blonde strands catching the light of the oil lamps around you.

“It sounds exciting,” you smile, leaning against the dining table, “do you know if any of the parents here are interested in sending their kids to school?”

She nods, “yes, the mayor has a young son, and I’m sure if the mayor gives the school his approval that even more families will be influenced to allow their children to join.”

You can’t help but chuckle, “Zelda, you’re the princess, the fact that you’re running the school is the only approval it needs.”

“Perhaps,” she smiles, “and how have you been fairing?”

“Good, good I think,” you reply, “it feels good to be useful. Unfortunately I seem to be running out of people to help.”

Zelda perks up at this, “oh, you’ve just reminded me. When I was speaking to Hudson about the construction of the school, he mentioned something quite intriguing to me. The development of a new town. He said it would be in the Akkala region, far north of here- and he also mentioned how he’d likely require assistance. Maybe you should inquire about it.”

“A new town…?” you repeat, “that does sound interesting.”

“You do have to pass through the Lanayru region to get there,” she adds with a cheeky grin, “perhaps you could stop by and say hello to your prince.”

“If you’re allowed to tease me about Sidon, do I get to tease you about Link?” you shoot back, sticking your tongue out at her.

She flushes with a roll of her eyes, “that’s different, I doubt Link would ever pursue me-”

You burst out in a loud, “HA!” that causes Zelda’s blush to darken even further. “Are you serious?” you ask her through laughs, “do you even see the way he looks at you?”

“Small glances are nothing compared to how Prince Sidon looks at you,” she retorts, “I swear, when the two of you are beside each other he looks at you as if there’s no one else that exists in the world.”

And then it was your turn to blush.

…

You’d become rather familiar with the feeling of the palace’s smooth flooring beneath your boots. A light sprinkle of rain fell from the heavens as you walked across the Great Zora Bridge. The Zora armor, which you’d recently retrieved from Impa, reflected the morning sunlight. You’d left Hateno rather early, with the hopes that you could both visit Sidon and meet with Hudson in a single day.

As you passed through the entrance you received your usual round of greetings, from the guards and shopkeepers, and even from the young Zora who ran around in their typical manner. During all of your visits the children- Tumbo, Keye, Finley, and Laruta- had become particularly fond of you and seemed to look forward to your arrival in the domain everytime.

In front of Mipha’s statue you pause momentarily, which has become customary on all of your visits, to offer your thanks to her. If it weren’t for her spirit, you weren’t sure if either you or Sidon would have survived that attack from the Yiga.

You quickly head up the stairs towards the throne room, but are caught off guard by two elder Zora who stop you just before you can enter.

“And what exactly is your business here today, Hylian?” one of them asks, an elder who’s fins remind you of those of a squid.

“Uh-” you stammer, “I’m here to see Prince Sidon?” Your answer comes out sounding like a question, since you assume it must be obvious what your intent is. It’s the same every time you return to the domain.

The other elder, with fins that resemble those of a sawfish, rolls his eyes, “your incessant visits are becoming a nuisance. We are preparing the prince for his eventual Kingship, all you do is distract him.”

A frown sets on your face, “haven’t we been over this before? Sidon has made it clear that regardless of my birth and status you have to respect me when I’m here.”

The squid-like elder barks out a laugh, “respect? I should think we’re showing you plenty of respect. By telling you that you have no place here, rather than lying to your face. Do not mistake the young prince’s kindness for lifelong mateship.”

“Clearly you don’t know the prince very well if that’s what you think,” you mutter, growing tired of the elder’s condescension.

The two Zora share a look before one says, “we know him well enough to know that you will never be his wife, let alone his Queen.”

You can’t stop the gasp that passes your lips. Normally you could ignore the comments from the council members, but something about this conversation struck a chord. Just as you begin to step back, someone else speaks up.

“Dearest? Are you alright?” At the top of the stairs Sidon is standing, a concerned look on his face. He glances between the two elders and then back to you.

“... I’m fine,” you mutter after a moment of silence, not wanting to cause a scene, “I was just here to say hello before I ventured to Akkala.”

You can tell that the prince doesn’t entirely believe your lie. He pads down the staircase and nods his head at the two council members, “you may leave us now.”

The two older Zora walk away, leaving you and Sidon at the base of the stairs. You fidget, the conversation having made you quite uncomfortable. “Will you be honest with me, now that they’re gone?” the prince asks, kneeling before you.

You’re keenly aware of the fact that there are plenty of Zora within ears’ reach who could overhear you.

“Can we discuss it somewhere else?” you ask in a quiet voice, “somewhere… private.”

He gives you a gentle smile, “of course.”

That’s how you find yourself at a small body of water known as Lulu Lake. A short walk east of the palace and two quick rides up the waterfalls of Mikau Lake brought you here. It was small and peaceful, with one final waterfall that would bring you near the peak of Ploymus Mountain. If you recalled correctly, it was this same set of waterfalls that you ascended with Sidon to help complete his trials.

Small lily pads and short grass sprouts from beneath the surface of the water, and surrounding the lake were colorful coral-like trees. You’d chosen to take a seat upon one of the sun-warmed rocks as you let your feet stay cool in the water. The prince opted to lay in the water instead, allowing the ripples of the water to wash over him.

You stare at the palace in the distance, eyes trailing over the large fish statue above the throne room. Out here, away from everyone else, you’re finally free to speak openly. After a few seconds of silence you finally speak up, “... they’re never going to accept me, are they?”

Out of the corner of your eye you see Sidon look up at you.

“The council will never accept me,” you elaborate, tilting your head towards him, “because I’m a Hylian. They’ll never approve of me.”

The prince sits up, your name just barely a whisper on his lips. “Darling… it will be an adjustment, with time they will come to understand their biases are wrong.”

“That’s what you say every time, and everytime I am here, nothing changes. It’s been months, and they still look down on me as if I’m a mutt, even after stopping the Divine Beast’s tantrum,” you huff, fidgeting with the fabric of your gloves, “do you know what they said to me just before? That I have no place in the domain. That I could never be your bride.”

Sidon frowns, glaring in the direction of the palace, “you mustn’t listen to them. They’re old, set in their ways, they have no perception of the way things have changed in the modern age. Let me have a word with them, I will set them straight.”

“It doesn’t matter how many times you speak to them, Sidon,” you sigh, sliding off of the rock to pace around the lake, “because whenever you’re not by my side, they will turn their noses up at me. They call me a distraction, they think I’m wasting your time, they probably refer to me as filth behind my back. They will never accept me, or our relationship, because I’m a Hylian.”

“Dearest,” he says, pleading as he walks towards you, “please, do not speak like that.”

“But it’s true isn’t it? Things would be simpler if I wasn’t a Hylian- if instead I were born a Zora. They would accept me then, wouldn’t they? Might even go so far as to say that they would like me as a Zora,” you retort.

Sidon kneels before you, gently coaxing you closer as he takes your hands into his own. He lets out a deep sigh as his eyes, somewhat murky and saddened, flicker across your form. “... if you ask the truth of me, I will not deny you. Though it pains me to say, I do agree that in another life had you been born a Zora, the council would be far more approving of our partnership.”

You stare into his eyes, nervousness bubbling in the pit of your stomach. You hesitate before speaking again, “... and you? Would you like me more if I were a Zora?”

You regret the question as soon as it comes out of your mouth. The prince’s expression falls, his grip on your hands loosening for just a moment. “Dearest? Where is this coming from? Have I ever given you such an inclination?” he asks, leaning closer to you.

“No- no, it’s just-” you stammer, ashamed at the way your insecurities came flooding out all at once, “nevermind. Forget I asked. I was just upset about what the council members had said to me. It’s a stupid question anyway, it’s not as if I can just transform my body.”

“Beloved, listen to me,” he whispers, “in all my life, out of any of the beings I’ve met in this world, it is you who captures my thoughts at every waking moment. You, in all of your courage and bravery and wit. In all of your beauty, charm, and candor. I would walk to the ends of the world just to feel the love you so generously share with me. I care not what form you take or how your body may look. With or without the approval of the council, it is you who I want to spend my life with. Even as we age, even in sickness. My affection for you will never change.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, though Sidon’s words immediately relax you and help to ease your worries. You throw your arms around his shoulders and hug him, hiding your face away as you do. “Thank you,” you murmur against him, “and I feel the same for you, always.”

The prince chuckles softly, “I’m glad to have helped you, dearest. Truly. It pains me to see you so forlorn, you know.”

“I’ll try not to be from now on,” you laugh.

“Ah, there’s that gorgeous smile,” the prince grins, leaning back to see your expression, “how else could I pull more smiles out of you, I wonder.”

“Hmm?” you respond, but you see the mischievous look on his face all too late.

Sidon tightens his grip on your waist as he falls backwards, dragging you down with him into the water. You shriek with laughter as the both of you make a splash, scaring away some nearby ducks.You yell his name, though there’s no anger in your voice, face hot from all of your giggles.

The afternoon hours pass as the two of you lie in the water together, talking and reminiscing and laughing. A thought passes through your mind, and as you admire Sidon’s bright eyes and handsome smile, you think of how lucky you must be to share a life with a being like him.

…

Much to your surprise, it didn’t take you very long to find Hudson’s location in the Akkala region. At some point during all your travels you’d met the Great Fairy Mija, who like her sisters was quite grateful for your presence and offered to mend and upgrade your armor. North of her fountain was a skinny, precarious looking piece of land that resembled a bridge over a circular lake. At the center of this lake was a large chunk of earth connected to this naturally formed bridge.

That was where Hudson had chosen the location for this new town.

On this faux island was a group of large rocks, a lone building, and a simple pond in the center with a prayer statue. You quickly found the architect, who was working away, attempting to break down one of the many boulders with his pickaxe. It looked like back breaking work.

“Hudson!” you called out as you approached, waving an arm.

Once you were standing in front of him he steps away from the rock, wiping sweat from his brow. He greets you with a simple, “hey. We meet again.”

“Indeed we do,” you smile at him, gazing around, “Princess Zelda mentioned to me that you had a new project here. So, what’s your plan?”

The Hylian man nods his head, his long hair bouncing, “the construction of Lookout Landing inspired me, and I spoke with Bolson. I’ve decided to build a new village from scratch. Every village needs a name, though. I think I’ll call it… Tarrey Town.”

“Seems like a good idea to me. Daunting task though, building a whole new town. How’s it going so far?” you ask.

“Well enough, however…” he trails off momentarily, “I built a house to store the village supplies in, but there just isn’t enough.”

“Enough?” you repeat curiously.

“Enough anything,” he answers, “people, money, stuff.”

You nod, taking another look at the surrounding area. If he keeps up construction at his current pace, it’ll take him months to complete all the work on his own. “Let me lend a hand,” you offer, looking back at him.

“But why? There’s nothing in it for you,” he questions, tilting his head to the side.

You can’t help but grin, shrugging your shoulders, “I don’t mind. I thrive helping others. Besides, after the calamity, I’d love to see some life returning to Hyrule.”

Hudson sighs, his shoulders visibly loosening, “thank Hylia, you’re a lifesaver. Well, I suppose to get started, we’ll need houses for people to live in. We can’t invite them until we have homes. Do you think you can bring me some wood? Ten bundles should be enough. If you bring me that, I can combine it with what I’ve already got and get started on new houses.”

“You got it, boss,” you reply cheekily, giving Hudson a salute before jogging away.

Within the storehouse you find a woodcutting axe and borrow it for the time being. Across the land bridge were a handful of trees, and after cutting a few down you get to work on chopping the wood down to size. You work up a sweat while doing so, and the evening sun still beating down on you isn’t helping. After an hour of labor, you have all of the necessary bundles, though you regret having left your horse at the stable as you wandered through Akkala.

Once you return to Hudson, you deposit the wood at the home and speak with him once more. He thanks you again and you ask what the next phase of construction will require.

“These boulders are driving me nuts,” he explains, ‘I want to move them out of the way so we can develop the land underneath. It’d really help me out if you could find someone with enough brute physical strength to bust them apart.”

“Physical strength… like a Goron?” you reply.

“Yes, a Goron would be my first choice,” he nods, “good luck hiring someone to travel here, though, it seems like a real long shot. Oh, and one last wrinkle… yeah, in accordance with the official Bolson Construction policy, that someone’s name must end in ‘son’.”

“... son?” you repeat, perplexed.

Hudson smiles, “yup. If you run into anyone that fits what I’ve said, try to send them here to Tarrey Town for me.

…

The heat of Death Mountain is sweltering. You trudge through Goron City in your flame resistant armor, but the fiery haze and high temperatures still make you sweat. It feels as if you spend the entire day in Goron City, stopping every Goron who walks by and asking for their name. There’s Bludo and Yunobo of course, neither of which have a name ending in ‘son’. It feels as if you’re searching in vain as you speak with Bargoh, Bladon, Fugo, Gonguron, Krane, Offrak, Pyle, Rohan, Slergo, Tanko, Tray.

You feel completely out of luck- until someone mentions the mines to you.

That’s how you find yourself in the Southern Mine, speaking with the workers after the sundown. A particular Goron sat by the fire catches your attention, as you hear him lamenting to his coworker that he feels as if he can’t use his strength to make a difference in the world.

“Sorry to interrupt,” you pipe up, adjusting your helmet, “but I couldn’t help but overhear.”

The Goron gives you a tired look, raising a brow, “what? Do you have a job that’d let me use my strength to make a difference?”

“Actually,” you grin, “I do.”

He immediately perks up, showing you more interest, “huh? Really? Where? Please, tell me more!”

“Tarrey Town,” you answer.

“Tarrey Town?” he repeats, “never heard of it. What’s the deal with the place?”

You explain the situation to him, how Hudson of Bolson Construction would like to build a new town from the ground up but needs assistance as he does. As you explain you ask for his name, feeling overjoyed when he tells you that it’s Greyson.

“Tarrey Town…” he mumbles, “so there is somewhere out there that needs me. Hmm, I guess Akkala isn’t too far from here. All right! I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna strike while the iron is hot! Thanks for lettin’ me know, lil’ guy! Pelison and I are gonna head there right away!”

Before you get the chance to ask who Pelison is, you watch as he calls out to a much younger Goron. A short kid looks up curiously, and you assume that they must be siblings. You watch as the two Goron brothers leave and practically want to jump in the air out of excitement.

‘Let’s go see what else there is to be done,’ you think to yourself, more than ready to get away from the heat of the volcano.

…

This starts a cycle of tasks over the course of two weeks, where you work alongside Hudson to build the town. Once Greyson had been able to clear away a substantial amount of rock, you needed to collect more wood to build more houses. After building more houses, Hudson confides in you that all the work has caused him to need a tailor to repair his clothing.

So you make way for the Gerudo Desert, searching for a tailor who would be willing to move- and also has a last name ending in ‘son’. You begin looking in Kara Kara Bazaar first, and you luck out once you meet a Gerudo woman named Rhondson.

She explains to you that in her search for a voe to marry, she’s mastered many skills, tailoring being one of them. You suggest that she move to Tarrey Town, not only for the job but also to aid her in her quest of finding a man to marry. When she agrees, your heart soars with joy.

Upon your return to Tarrey Town you see that two small shops have been established: one being Pelison’s, where he sells some of the gems his brother finds in the broken down rock. The other is Rhondson’s, where she sells some exclusive Gerudo clothing. While Rhondson doesn’t seem thrilled to be tailoring Hudson’s clothing on a daily basis, she is happy to be able to search for a voe.

After some discussion with Hudson he, yet again, requires more bundles of wood for further houses to be constructed. Once this has been acquired, Hudson discusses the construction of a general store with you for the distribution of goods. However, no one nearby has the qualifications to run such a shop. The two of you decide that looking around in Rito Village would be the best course of action.

Your visit in the Tabantha region is quicker than the rest. At the base of the village spiral you find a young Rito man with blue feathers sitting alone. You discover that his name is Fyson. He complains of a quarrel with his mother, how his mother runs the general shop in the village. The problem is that he doesn’t want to simply help her with the store, but instead wants to own a shop of his own. You eagerly explain the available space in Tarrey Town, and he agrees to fly there to see it for himself.

When you return to the Akkala region you’re thrilled to see that a new shop has been opened, run by Fyson himself. He happily shows you his stock, and you purchase a new bundle of arrows from him. When you reconvene with Hudson you are unsurprised to hear that he’ll need even more bundles of wood (this time, fifty) for the construction of the final few houses. After a few hours of labor in the forest west of the town, you manage to bring him the rest of the supplies.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something a little personal…” Hudson says once you return to him.

“Something wrong?” you ask with a frown.

He shakes his head, “oh, not that kind of personal. Actually, I got engaged.”

Your jaw drops open without you meaning to, “what? That’s wonderful! Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” he replies simply.

“Might I ask to who?” you respond.

He looks up across the town and you match his gaze. You realize he’s looking at the small clothing shop. “To Rhondson,” he answers, a smile on his face.

You’re quite shocked to hear this but you don’t say so, not wanting to offend. “Oh, that’s amazing Hudson,” you grin, “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks again. Anyway, we want to have a little ceremony to celebrate, but we need someone priest-like to officiate. I know I keep sending you on errands, but do you think you could look for someone priest-like for us?” he asks.

After some thought, you decide the best location to find someone devout and ordained would be Zora’s Domain. After a night’s rest you begin to prepare to journey back to the Lanayru region. In all your trips to the palace, you didn’t recall meeting any priests. But perhaps you might get lucky.

Besides, you can’t deny how excited you are to visit your prince once more.

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