Goddess of Hyrule

In the lands of a small town near the kingdom of Hyrule, life was going on peacefully. As every year, the day of tribute to the kingdom had arrived, and the young people of the town gathered to offer the seasonal harvest. The sun shone on the nearby lagoon, illuminating the landscape and filling with enthusiasm those who were waiting to be chosen to take the offerings to the palace of the kings.

The vote was carried out quickly, and everyone waited impatiently for the announcement of the winner. When the name was pronounced, silence took over the place, but the chosen one did not appear. Murmurs began to arise among the crowd. Minutes passed, and confusion grew among those present.

"Can't we do the vote again?" asked one of the largest young men, visibly impatient.

"No, the decision has been made," replied the older man, a blond-haired traveler who was in charge of supervising the tribute every year.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension mounted. If the winner didn't arrive soon, they would have to choose another. Meanwhile, away from the bustle of the square, a little blonde-haired girl ran through the village. Her goal was clear: find her brother.

The girl arrived panting at the blacksmith shop on the edge of the village. The chimney was still smoking, and the sound of hammers echoed in the air. Wasting no time, she went to the blacksmith, who was working diligently.

"Mr. Blacksmith, do you know where my brother is?" she asked with a sweetness that would have disarmed anyone.

The blacksmith, although rude, couldn't help but smile slightly at the girl's insistence.

"My name is not 'Mr. Blacksmith,' but yes, he is resting behind the workshop," she said with slight irritation.

"Thank you very much!" the girl exclaimed before running off to the meadow where her brother usually rested.

When she arrived, the girl saw her older brother, a young blond man covered by a blacksmith's robe that he had used as a blanket while sleeping on the grass. Without wasting a second, the girl began to call him.

"Brother! Wake up!"

The young man did not react, deep in sleep, and her sister had to insist several times.

"Wake up, you are needed at the lagoon!"

Finally, the boy opened his eyes, still sleepy. It took him a while to understand what was happening, until his sister explained it to him again.

"Have I been chosen?" he finally asked, between yawns.

"Yes! You have to go quickly before the tribute leaves for the palace!" the girl answered energetically.

The young man, although somewhat disoriented, slowly got up and began to walk towards the lagoon, followed by his sister who hurried him enthusiastically.

"Come on! You look like a turtle!"

Upon reaching the meeting point, the boy joined the group that waited patiently for him. The other young men, resigned to not having been chosen, said goodbye to those in charge of carrying the tribute and returned to their daily activities. Meanwhile, the merchants of the town were preparing to leave for the center of the kingdom, hoping to sell their products.

The three carts carrying the offerings began their slow but steady journey to the palace. Each one loaded with the best harvest of the year, driven by the six chosen ones of the town. The road to Hyrule was full of beautiful landscapes, but also hidden dangers. As they moved away from the town, the air became cooler and the shadows of the trees lengthened over the road.

"This year will be different, I sense it," said one of the drivers as he looked out at the horizon.

But no one knew how prophetic those words would be. Something dark loomed over the kingdom, a threat that would endanger not only the tribute, but the very fate of Hyrule and the young people who now ventured into the unknown.