Fandom Faithless - Legend of Zelda 1x1 [CLOSED]

[WolfSol]

Faithless
A One x One Legend of Zelda Roleplay with ChameleonicWanderer ​

How can he call himself a Hero when he can't even save those who matter to him the most?

It was supposed to be one journey, the journey to end them all. A journey only fit for a Hero in green, a Hero of Time. It was supposed to be simple. It's always supposed to be simple. Find the Sword, find the Triforce or other sacred artifact, defeat the antagonist of the story, and save the damsel in distress. The journey always stuck to the script. Always. It was fate, a twisted play made to run for all eternity. And when Hyrule was struck with the Calamity, fate's main actor came into play. All went according to the script, but... the antagonist held a memory. That memory traveled through time and space, remembering every embodiment, every bated breath and rush of blood felt with each stab of the Master Sword, and remembering every nuance of the Hylian Hero's face.

The Calamity remembered, and the memories of each life, of each breath and word, and of each death, drove it to madness. It struck out, unleashing its eternal wrath upon Hyrule, and sought out to end the Hero of Time. Such an intervention, such a determined goal saw fruition, but fate was as clever as it was cruel. It sent the damsel to a Shrine of Resurrection in hopes to sedate and revive the Hero... yet the Calamity too was clever as it was cruel.

Its warped influence touched the Sheikah technology that made the Shrine, and in turn, touched the Hero. For one hundred years, the Hero slumbered in a world wrought with horrific nightmares. His conscience had been ripped open, every version of himself forced within him as he lived through every single soul's death. Every single person he'd ever met, had ever befriended, died in his arms. Over and over. Over and over.

And you call yourself a Hero?

All the while, a voice haunted him. It clung to him as if it were his own flesh. It coursed through him as if it were his own blood. It was vicious, relentless, and it tainted him with self-doubt and dread. The noise of it, clouded static, muddled reality and sanity to the point where his dream world was his life.

If it were not for the goddesses...

It beat him down, down into the ground until there was nothing left but the abyss.

You are just a puppet. These emotions you feel? Fabrications. Figments.

The voice became his own, in time. In one hundred years it changed him. Corroded his heart and mind to the point where he drew forth vengeance. It brought him to believe that everyone that had been at his side had died a horrible, gruesome death. It influenced him to believe that Hyrule was not worth saving, what little of it that there was.

That's right... he was a tool. Always a tool. Just a character in a play. A toy of the goddesses, and the goddesses be damned... they caused all this, all this death. Everyone he met, they all died, and no matter what happened, he was always, always, expected to save an unforgiving and cold Hyrule.

When one hundred years came and went, Calamity released its hold on the Hero, but when the Hero awoke, he was never the same. On that day of his Resurrection, he ignored the pleas for aid from Hyrule's people. In fact, he laughed in their faces, and left Hyrule to rot under Calamity's care.




Nearly five decades later and Hyrule has seen no progression. In fact, it has diminished greatly in its power, and is under Ganon's rule. Not to mention, the land of forests and the spirits that govern the world of the goddesses is beginning to show signs of rot in the vegetation. It's likely due to Ganon's influence, as the rot effects the mind as well to the point of insanity and escalated age. Due the rot progressing, the shrines and temples have lost all contact with the gods and the waters of Hylia have turned a wretched, thick black. War, betrayal, lies, and enslavement run rampant in this world.

The Calamity, Ganon, is on the verge of erasing the very existence of all life and time. This rotting world is in dire need of a Hero yet... the Hero is nowhere to be found. Yet there is one last hope, a twist of fate forced by the goddesses. They searched far and wide, across time and space, and sought out the aid of a former Hero. Nevertheless, with the Hero now corrupt and tainted, perhaps even the goddesses' intervention is useless.

Spoiler: World of our fudged up LoZ

Breath of the Wild lands involved
Wind Waker lands involved
Majora's Mask Termina involved
Twilight Princess timeline involved
Ocarina of Time timeline involved

Ganon is in power, yay dictatorships!
Former Hero is the Hero's Shade: His true form is ever present, but he uses a limited source of magic to maintain a human appearance. However, at night he is forced to maintain his true form. Stamina potions are a must if he wishes to maintain a human form for the majority of the day while he uses magic for other means such as offensive or defensive tactics.

Link, current anti-Hero, has been influenced by visions and thoughts from Calamity Ganon. The saturation and tapped darkness have altered his mindset. His part as the Hero of Time has negatively changed the world around him, and in time, will ruin the world's timeline to the point where it no longer exists.

Breath of the Wild timeline events altered, Guardians are dead, Zelda is not.
Ganon in all forms possible
This RP story would fall under the failed timeline

 

[WolfSol]

Spoiler: OCs - WIP

| Name l
Neal Avono

| Gender l
Male

| Age l
28

| Race l
Hylian

| Relationship(s) l
Rosc - brother - 17
Dea - sister - 13
Meyer - father - deceased
Fran - mother - deceased

| Occupation l
Groom/Stable Boy
Farmhand
Rebel Faction - Member

| Appearance l
Blessed with tallness bordering 6' and a body battled by weather and hard, manual labor, Neal appears as a strong, hardworking individual. His hands are calloused, rough from constant labor, and his skin has been burned countless times from the sun to the point where he's taken on an eternal tan. In addition to his tanned skin, his body holds a myriad of bruises and scars from past altercations with those unsatisfied with his work. He has a high forehead framed by a wave of brown hair that is always seemingly praising the sun and skies overhead. Accompanied by thick, reddish eyebrows-one of which is noticeably sharper than the other-and a pair of bright, brown eyes that mimic the color of rust, Neal is the most expressive via his eyes. He often wears a dark brown tunic and off-white trousers that are colored with grass and mud stains alike.
His left ear is littered with a few earrings, four dark red ringlets that start at the anti-tragus and end at the helix.

| Characteristics l
Ambitious : Meticulous : Brash : Straightforward

| Persona l
Neal is steadfast in everything that he commits himself to, and is always seeking perfection in even the smallest of things. If his family is not involved, he doesn't particularly show loyalty, trust, or immediate kindness and respect, and thus comes across as undependable or aloof. However, if his family is involved, he will do anything and everything in his power to aid them. It's one reason why he hasn't given up on the Avono farm, and why he's still trying to afford the pricey medications and check-ups for his sister's health.

| Biography l
At an early age, Neal lost both of his parents and was forced to become the sole provider and protector for his brother, sister, and the Avono farm. He'd taken on countless odd jobs, anything that would help put food on the table, and all the while struggled to maintain his younger sister's sporadic health. It was bearable, for a time, but then the draft came and his younger brother was forced to join the army. He'd tried to see it as one less mouth to feed, but in all honesty it was one less helping hand. It only got worse form there when his sister's medical bills threatened the idea of keeping the Avono land in the family, he found a job at one of the Royal Army's stables. It helped, to a degree, and it also helped his ability to act on reflex. Soldiers of the current dictator weren't kind, to say the least. In fact, it wouldn't be a normal day if he didn't bicker or have a scuffle or two with a soldier. Regrettably, the scuffles never ended in his favor, but it was better that way. Something he'd learned rather quickly after a fight with one turned into a fight with five. Even after a month's time, his job as a stable boy hasn't changed, but he quickly discovered one of his coworker's illegal preferences, some of which involved anti-Ganon activities. Activities of which he is gradually becoming interested in.

| Abilities l
When it comes to violence, Neal is the epitome of grace with his movement. Blessed with fast reflexes, he's able to observe the opponent's attack and dodge accordingly. The scuffles with the soldiers and past unruly customers has helped him with the basics of hand-to-hand combat, but it's not something he is experienced in. Most weapons feel clunky and awkward for him, no matter the weight or feel, yet he has a strange fascination and ability for handling short swords. The love for the blade runs in the family, and he practices with the sword daily in an attempt to perfect himself. Recently, he's attempted to start practicing with the bow, but such coordination is beyond him.

| Talents l
Neal has an uncanny ability to sense emotion from others, but is unable to quell them. Nevertheless, it helps in conflicting situations that require spur on the moment action, in both charisma and movement. He's able to remember anything he's read or has ever been told, which comes in handy when it comes to helpful plants and herbs that could aid his sister's immunity or lacktherof.

| Strengths l
Green thumb, speed/quick movement, short blade.

| Weaknesses l
Children in trouble or sick, cats and horses, bows and arrows, being able to lie without a tell.

| Preferences l
Horses
His Siblings
History
Swordsmanship
Forests
Cats

Soldiers
Patience
King Ganon
Hero of Time
Bills
Money
Military Drafts

 

[ChameleonicWanderer]

Spoiler: Arino Agra

| Name l
Arino Agra

| Gender l
Female

| Age l
25

| Race l
Gerudo

| Relationship(s) l
Aeteire - Mother - 52
Aesano - Sister - 21
Father Unknown

| Occupation l
A warrior in Gerudo Valley

| Appearance l
Arino carries the same appearance as the rest of her clan standing at 5'7 with muscled arms and legs. Thick red hair flows down her back to the beginning of her butt in which she prefers to keep loose and not tied up. Her makeup follows suit to the clan with the only difference being the blue lipstick - she prefers to change this depending on her mood. Her eyes shine that brilliant rupee green and covering her body is Gerudo plate armor with her clan's crescent adorned on the right breastplate. Her body seems fairly untouched save a few scars on her arms from encounters with different beings in the desert. Her most noticeable is a scar that runs from her middle finger to the beginning of her wrist and splits into now white scars. Atop her head she prefers to wear a golden headband with several green jewels lining it to match her eyes. Instead of the golden hoops she wears studs so her opponent can't use them to their advantage.

| Characteristics l
Straightforward. Level Headed. Tactical. Naive.

| Persona l


| Biography l
As soon as Arino could walk she was already in training to be a fierce warrior. Her father had just left and with a pregnant mother she had to take on some responsibilities early on. The Gerudos helped her and her family along the way as is their custom but she still chose to take on the brunt of the work. When Arino was a teenager their village was the unfortunate victim of a planned attack which cost the lives of several people in her tribe. A scar on her right hand will always remind her of, if she had not intervened, how close she came to losing her sister which is her push to keep training even on the toughest days. As Arino got older she made sure to work closely with the Chieftain as she dreamed of one day leaving Gerudo Valley and looking for a partner in Hyrule, maybe even locate her father if he still lived. In current day Arino continues her training with the best guards in town and takes on any little quest to gain reputation and a following that would boost a following to see her leave and follow her dream. It's true she worries about her sister and mother but Arino has spent countless days showing Aesano the ways of the warrior and feels confident that any baddie would get the worst end of their fight.

| Abilities l
Arino is great at getting up front in battle and absorbing damage and aggression from the enemy. She duel wields swords instead of a shield which allows her to be more agile in combat. She has never faced a serious enemy but any who have attempted to make their way into the village have never left without being bloodied and filled with regret. The current chieftain of the Gerudo respects Arino for all she has done for them.

| Talents l
Arino is a wicked duel wielder and an even better healer. Her people have had to survive in some tough conditions so they've learned to utilize the few herbs that grow near them. Sometimes, if they can't find supplies they will trek into hyrule and collect Hyrulian Herbs. She also has a knack for lock picking that she learned against the will of her mother.

| Strengths l
Hand to Hand Combat. Intimidating and strong appearance. Healing. Scavenging.

| Weaknesses l
Her stomach where the plate mail doesn't cover. Animals in distress. Homemade Chicken Soup (not kryptnoite she's just addicted.)

| Preferences l
Day over night.
Cold Weather
Sand Seals
Finding a Hyrulian husband rather than being alone.

Anything to do with Ganon.
Excuses
Cowards
Enemies she can't climb or leap upon.



| Reference Picture l

 

[WolfSol]

' Ever since darkness had taken refuge within the royal, ornate walls of Hyrule Castle, the skies had darkened, the water ran black, and the light from the gods had withered away until only a shadow, a husk, a remnant of a once glorious, prosperous and proud land, was left. Yet nothing would ever compare to the day when the Hero left and Calamity reign free. That day, they say the skies rained with blood, they say the wind carried carried the screams of the dead, and they say that the color drained from all of Hyrule . . . ,

Hyrule Castle Throne Room​

The once beauteous Nohansen throne room, a sight that had been rumored to have paralleled Nayru's grace and beauty, was eaten away by a sea of shadows and decay. Tapestries of a past history--of royal decrees, religious lore, omens and prophecies, of a Hero and a Princess--were tattered and discolored. Divine blues were stained in brown, precious reds faded to black, and the stunning yellows and golds were that of rust. Crimson carpets, marble floors, and even the golden arms of the Nohansen King's throne, Din rest his soul, were covered in rot and death; corroded by a rot that choked out the light, and death that hid away the past. Yet such disarray was a hard thing to see through such thick, putrid blackness. The castle halls had been bathed in it, a swirling, flickering darkness that threatened to envelope and devour anyone that dared tread through it. However, Hyrule's throne room was an exception to this blackness.

Two braziers of obsidian stone stood tall, their facades smooth despite the ash that tainted them, and they cast out an orange glow over the Hyrulean throne room. The light did little to pervade the dark of the night that consumed the chambers, but it did just enough to cast an eerie glow on the abomination that stood alongside it.

Clad in silken, blood-red robes and dark amber cloth, the monstrosity sat atop the once golden throne of Nohansen with a clawed hand tapping on either of the chair's arms. The material that slithered across its body appeared unfitting, as if wearer had attempted to gain some ounce of normalcy. The clothing did little to hide the girth, the unnatural and monstrous mass of muscle, and the evident embodiment of malevolence as it nearly radiated-poured-from the abomination's pores. Yet nothing was as sinister, nothing was as intimidating as the skull that sat atop the abomination's head. The way that the moose's skull clung to its head, hiding its face from view-except for eyes that mimicked the sun-looked to have replaced a crown.

"Repeat your next words carefully, soothsayer." Firelight dulled at the grating voice, at the malicious pitch and thick, hollow tune.

Spoiler: soothsayer

The soothsayer, a young Hylian clad in dirtied robes of a past race of Sheikah, bowed her head lower. Her hood did little to hide her long ears and did even worse at obscuring her fiery hair. She gulped, a sound that nearly boomed against the ill silence between them. Sickly pale fingers twisted absently at the mesh of her arms as her orange gaze lifted up from the grimy marble to the abyss that the moose skull offered in place of His Majesty's face.

Speak quickly. Do not pause. Spit it out and regret your words later. Even if it means death, this news will render this foul King useless.

"My Lord," her fingers trembled despite the soft push of her thoughts. Of course, it did not help that the firelight dimmed and the tap of the claws on royal stone grew louder. "The premonition, a message from the gods... it involves a Hero from a time long past. A former shade of the Hero. This prophe-omen, if a Hero is found then Calamity will fall."

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Kakariko Outskirts, Avono Farm

Kakariko's sun, as always, was as unforgiving as the Gerudian Desert's sand. Today was definitely the peak of summer. Saliva seemed almost nonexistent, and it felt that a drop of water would evaporate within the blink of an eye. Yet nothing was worse than discovering that the farm's well water had been tainted by rot. Neal cursed as slimy, black ooze met his hands underneath the water pump. It would not have been so bad if the black slime had at least been cold, but it, like the sun, was hot and uncomfortable. Thankfully he was used to the ascending climate the season had "blessed" him with, but dehydration... not something he'd ever get used to.

"And it's almost Dea's lunchtime." The tanned Hylian grimaced aloud as he lifted the straw hat atop his head just enough to run a hand through sweaty, brown locks. Today was definitely a bust. First his little sister had awoken with a fever on one of Kakariko's hottest days, secondly one of his mare's had a miscarriage, thirdly he'd had to deal with a few unruly traders who'd wanted more than what they'd come for, fourthly his hands still smarted after the business deal with the traders and he was quite confident that the left side of his face and neck were colored with a swelling bruise, and fifthly... the water.

Then again, he should have expected it. Hylia's waters were black, and although some Hyruleans drank it, not many could handle its acrid taste. Nine out of ten that succumbed to drinking the black waters usually suffered a deadly disease, but desperation and the will to survive usually overrode the fear of those statistics. All but Kakariko and a few other villages that dotted the map of Hyrule, that had still kept relatively clear springs and wells. Of course, it put the villages in grave debt. Fresh water meant high taxes.

That's the only good thing about this. Neal stood up grudgingly as he tried racking his brain for options. The Avono family well hadn't been dry for decades, and although he'd seen a few hints of black tint in the water, the well had never fully turned into whatever had just tried to cling to his hands.

Should I check on the neighbors? It could just be my well? Somehow, he'd doubted it. He'd heard tale of a few of the wells in Kakariko's borders turning black. He'd also been informed that the first sign was withering crop, blackened leaves and seeds, and then black waters. It made sense, but now he wasn't so sure. This season's crop had been relatively fine... well, better off than some of the other farmers in Kakariko, which helped in meeting the demands of Hyrule's infamous Castletown and useless army.

The farmhand exhaled and readjusted the hat that he was sure was doing little to protect his head and face from the burn of the sun. He'd have to worry over this rather dire issue later, regrettably. For now he at least had milk for Dea back at the house, and water from the other day's chores still remained for the livestock.

​

 

[ChameleonicWanderer]

Gerudo Valley. [Early Afternoon]

Arino's footsteps kicked up dust as she hurried to meet the other guards at the entrance to their village. Hyrule had fallen into dark times and with no one around to stop it attacks on their people had become more frequent. Hesitation wasn't the name of the game as the front lines called to her to defend her family and her people. Arino could see the guards already at arms with the beasts as she finally made her way to the front and lept on the first available combatant. She made quick work of her first victim and then went on to kill the others who weren't already being worked on. It didn't take them long to finish them off, as usual but it was more of how alert everyone was having to be because of the recent attack. Arino wiped some blood off of her blade as she looked onward into the almost shimmering desert that lay before her. The sun played off certain hills which made them look like they were moving as she wondered if the other lands out there were suffering as bad. "Ehhh! Arino!" A woman's call grabbed her attention and she turned to see a couple of the royal guards flagging her down. She quickly walked back into town, sheathing her two blades and thought to herself today felt warmer than the others.
"Yeah I'm here, what's going on?" Arino asked curiously. "Riju wants to see you."

Arino made haste as this was a rare occurrence to be summoned directly. Once in front of the chieftain she bowed her head in respect and waited to see what she had to say. Riju, their current chieftain was but a child but she ruled with the grace of those before her. Everyone in the village looked up to and respected her for taking on such a task at a young age. "Good work out there, always love watching you fight. You set a good example for your sister." After she spoke the young Riju got up from her throne and walked over and then past Arino, motioning her with her hand to follow. She turned and followed the young chieftain then turned back to see the guards following but at a good distance behind them. Riju walked in silence for a bit until they reached the tallest tower in their camp and she stood to look out at the vast desert. "Being chieftain can be tiring and I never really know how good of a job I'm doing. Each passing sun these attacks seem more frequent and stronger as if their goal is to leave no survivors. I can't imagine the rest of Hyrule is fairing better." Arino listened intently to what Riju was saying but failed to see where she was going or why it involved her.

Riju turned to Arino and smiled. "You've proven yourself time and time again that you have what it takes to protect us and your family. You've never backed down from a fight and never let an obstacle get in your way. Arino, the reason I have asked you to come with me and the reason for my formality is because of what I must ask you." Arino stared at the chieftain and finally the brain synapses came together as she realized what was happening. Her wish to leave was being granted.​

 

[WolfSol]

Kakariko Village
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Paya bit back the grimace that threatened to spill across her lips as the unsettling news reached her ears. If only her grandmother were alive... what would she have done? Yet the sheikah chieftain didn't have a moment to spare, to reminisce and wonder about the deceased, as her graze was drawn to the waterfalls. The curtain of water had once been clear, glistening, but now it was a putrid, black slime. It was a terrible day, and it seemed to have only gotten worse. Now the farmers' wells, the aquifers were becoming tainted. Without clean water, what would become of Kakariko? It was already a struggle assuring that every farm was meeting the requirements, but now she'd have to worry about the health of her people. Dehydration and soon... famine. Goddesses, this isn't good. Her thoughts were a storm, but she kept the angry clouds and weather within her at bay, her expression drawn into a calm frown.

"All right, I will speak with the other farmhands that are farther off in Kakariko." The farmer nodded gravely, his hands having clasped before him to settle the trembles that had wracked his body.

"What am I to do about my family, Paya?" It was hard to keep a straight face, but Paya somehow managed. She'd thank her grandmother next time she visited the deceased Sheikah's grave.

"Tuva, please, let me assess the rest of the wells. If there is a well left, I will look for a way to provide water for those in need." Something told her that there were none. The past few weeks had seen to that, each news that her fellow villagers brought being only about dried up or blackened waters.

"And the taxes? There's no way in Hyrule the rest of the farmers and I will be able to meet the army's demands, let alone the castle's!" Tuva was clearly frantic, and it seemed that clasping his hands in an attempted to tame the trembles was not helping.

Words were beyond her at that point. Grasping at straws would clearly not help Tuva, but consoling him with words or touch wouldn't help either. "Hear me out-"

"Then maybe someone needs to go to Castletown and figure out this mess." Both Paya and Tuva looked up then, catching Neal wandering up to them. He looked out of breath, the sun having done a measure on him during his long trek over the mountain. "Has anyone mentioned our water problem to the Royal Court or to a high ranking soldier? If not that... surely some village out there has a clean water source."

Grateful for the distraction and maybe even the sudden sparkle of hope, Tuva turned and eagerly agreed, "That-that's not a bad idea! However... I doubt anyone under King Ganon's rule would listen to the pleas of us peasants."

"It's worth a shot, isn't it? Surely even that pig understands how problematic this whole black water issue is. Black water means sick crop and sick crop means no harvest next season which means a lot of us will die from starvation, unless dehydration gets to us first," Neal shrugged and ignored the warning glare from Paya. Even if the pig comment was true, it wasn't a good idea to speak ill of the current Hyrulean King as the repercussions were usually life threatening. "Have you heard from the Gorons? Din, maybe even the Zoras have found a different water source?"

The chieftain sighed and shook her head, "no, I'm afraid I haven't heard word of the Gorons. I do know that the Zoras are suffering from dehydration and high body temperatures though."

"Then let's send someone."

"Neal, let's be realistic here, it's dangerous out there. More so than it's ever been before. I can't send anyone out there by themselves, and a lot of the villagers here are farmers, not fighters."

The young farmer scoffed, "we don't have time to worry about the details. If we don't try something then everyone in this village will die." His voice rose sharply, anger sparking in his words. He's worried about his sister. "Can't you go?"

"That's not ideal. Think about it, I am the chieftain. Kakariko needs me, especially now. Neal, there's no one-"

"Then I'll go."

 

[ChameleonicWanderer]

Since the time Arino was entrusted with the sacred duty of saving her village the hours rushes by as the women gathered to see her off. Aesano, her younger sister was doing the best she could not to shed tears as her mother was already in a bad state of mind. Aeteire was basked in a cloth robe to protect her now sickly fragile frame from the harshness of the desert winds as she gathered her daughter in a hug. "It is going to be so hard to not have you here. But I understand why you must go."

Arino easily wrapped her arms all the way around her mother and it displayed well the size difference in them both. Her mother was once upon a time as muscled and strong as her but with the illness it sucked away her livelihood. "Don't worry mother I promise to return safe and sound. I promise to fix the illness that's overtaking Hyrule. Plus Aesano is giving me a run for my money in the strong category so I don't worry about leaving you here." Arino was lying as it was all she was thinking about but she had confidence her younger sister, plus the combined effort of the village would keep her safe.
"Are you ready?" A familiar voice broke through her thoughts as she gently let her mother go and turned to face their Chieftain. Riji was standing with her hand on her hip and a grin on her face to represent the confidence she had in this mission. Arino walked forward and dipped her upper body over to show respect and then stood back up and smiled back.
"Ready as I'll ever be." The women in her tribe hollered and shouted and held their weapons in the air to represent strength and togetherness in the fight to retake the land. Arino held her blades up high to join in. After a few seconds of this she brought them down and walked with Riji to the edge of the village where a sandseal sat and awaited orders.
Arino and Riji stood side by side gazing out at the vast desert as they had done just hours before in an almost silent goodbye. She looked over and saw Riji had turned as well with that same confident smile and then spoke. "Arino, I know what I have asked of you isn't easy. I know I have asked you to leave your family and all you've known behind to save us. Many a person would fall under the pressure of what I've asked but you stand proud and ready to dive in headfirst. Show them our true power, save Hyrule. And kick some ass in the process." The chieftain winked after her last words and turned to head back in the village.

Arino laughed and grabbed off her back the silver shield adorned with their village crest and attached it to her sandseal. "Alright Hyrule, Ganon, here I come. Where are you hero of time.." With a loud whistle the seal took off and dove into the sand pulling her along at a rather rapid rate. Soon she would reach central Hyrule where she'd purchase a horse to ride her way into the castle and save her people.​