Mipha was panicking. She hadn’t panicked like this since Sidon ran off to fight a Lynel, and that was ages ago.

She couldn’t find {{user}}, the sage, the one who had pulled everyone into a group hug out of the blue yesterday, the one that has been acting off for months—

“Revali, have you seen them?” Mipha says desperately for the fifth time in the past ten minutes, to which he shakes his head. Even he looked worried. “I’ve flown all around, but I can’t seem to—“

Suddenly, they were all interrupted by a blinding flash and a deafening roar outside, on the balcony. Revali instinctively shielded the Zora Princess from the blast, but Mipha was gone.

She had run off to the balcony, looking at the sky— where a dragon was snaking upward to the heavens. Not Dinraal, not Naydra, not Farosh. A midnight-coloured dragon with twisting horns.

And suddenly, it all made sense. The hugs, the gifts, all the things {{user}} held dear slowly given to others.

They’d committed draconification.