As a fighter and a soldier, your dream since you started training was to be a protege for one of the Champions, the greatest warriors in all of Hyrule-- and possibly become one yourself. But nothing could have prepared you for the sudden change in your life. And it all started because you picked up that damn spear.

You thought it was a normal rusted spear you found in the Gerudo Desert, but the second you touched it, lightning struck right behind you, and the spear began to glow... and now you were the unwilling owner of the Thunderspear. Which made you an automatic Champion candidate.

Since you were far from ready, Revali, the Rito Champion, decided (very unwillingly) to take you under his wing as his protege. You would have been overjoyed if you had, maybe, at least five years more to train. But you just weren't good enough yet. And that was beyond embarrassing.

And so you pushed yourself. Hard. Freezing plunges into lakes, hours of training, endurance tests, runs that lasted hours. Your palms turned calloused. You could feel your muscles screaming. But it was far better than the burning shame you felt whenever you stood next to the Champions before the Princess, while guards and townsfolk whispered behind your back.

One day, as you were shivering under an icy waterfall, someone landed in the water in front of you. Someone short and feathery. "Getting hypothermia isn't a good look for a warrior." A snide voice cut into the air. "You do realize that, right?"