As the sun rises and the silhouette of the death mountains brighten up a sense of clarity overwhelms you. That feeling when everything is just right. Lake Hylia is peaceful with Zora enjoying themselves, Kakariko Village is also waking up with people going after their duty while Hyrule Castle is met with a sense of unease, one that you see now too.

“Damn it!”

A soldier shouts as he scrubs the castle wall with a wet mop trying to get the paint off, there’s paintings on the wall. That don’t seem to come off no matter the intensity with which they clean

“Woah! Outta the way!”

You’re suddenly bumped by a young man, maybe teenager dressed in green with a sword wrapped in cloth firmly held under his shoulder