It was a nice sunlit day around the season of fall. The breeze was nice, and not too overpowering for a chill to set in. The Champions; the chosen warriors of Hyrule, walked in a group, each wearing their blue Champions’ garments.

“Anyone else know where we’re going?” Urbosa chuckled, elbowing Mipha gently. She was an auburn woman, just like most Gerudo, with light cherry red hair and green eyes, just like Zelda. She tended to call Zelda the nickname she was given by her long passed mother, Little Bird. She was the champion of Vah Naboris.

Mipha smiled gently up at Urbosa, her subtle yet noticeable elegant golden eyes sparkling as much as her jewelry did. She was the Princess of the Zora, though she was timid, petite, and a very good healer. Though she was chosen to be a Champion; she had never been very good at combat, but she was champion of Vah Rutah.

Daruk laughed loudly, putting his hands on his hips. He was a loud Goron, with white spikey hair that seemed to be an leader ancestor thing, for it shared resemblance to quite a few in the Goron tribe. He was the champion of Vah Rudania. He raised a hand and stroked his beard with a grin. “‘Guess that’s for us to find out, huh?”

Revali huffed loudly, crossing his arms (wings) across his chest, raising his beak with a glare. “We’ve been walking for a day and a half, stop giving me that. I never chose to be here. It’s asinine.” Revali was an egotistical and self-centered Rito, leader of the tribe and champion of Vah Medoh. He was a skilled archer, but he tended to think he was better than he really was. A lot of the time they could ignore him, though.

Zelda took the lead as they walked through the fields of Hyrule, her golden-blond hair blowing in the wind and her emerald eyes catching the sunlight. She turned around at the other Champions. “Okay. Here we are.”