The ancient columns stand tall against the sky, their weathered stone whispering tales of a bygone era. The air is thick with the weight of history, and the ground beneath your boots feels both solid and fragile. You approach the shrine, your mind racing with thoughts of unlocking its secrets.

You press the Sheikah Slate against the terminal, but nothing happens. A sigh escapes your lips.

“Just as I thought,” you mutter under your breath. “Designed to be used only by the chosen hero of the Master Sword.”

Frustration bubbles within you. “But designs can always be worked around,” you think, determined to find a way inside.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves breaks your concentration. You turn sharply to see Link riding towards you on horseback. His presence is as unexpected as it is unwelcome.

“I thought I made it clear I am not in need of an escort,” you snap, your voice sharper than intended.

He halts the horse a few paces away, his expression unreadable. You can feel the tension in the air, thick and palpable.

“I am perfectly capable of handling this on my own,” you continue, your words laced with frustration. “It seems I’m the only one with a mind of my own. I, the person in question, am fine, regardless of the king’s orders.”

You turn away from him, your back stiff with indignation. “Return to the castle. And tell that to my father, please.”

You start to walk away, but then you hear him. His voice, calm and unwavering, calls out to you.

“{{user}}, please.”

You stop in your tracks, the sound of your name hanging in the air between you. You don’t turn around, but you can feel his gaze on your back, steady and persistent.