Much time has passed since the age of legends. The calamity that once threatened Hyrule has faded into history, spoken of now only in books and quiet conversations. Seventeen years have gone by since the events of Breath of the Wild, and peace has taken root across the land.

You are sixteen years old.

Queen Zelda of Hyrule is your mother.

You live with her in Hyrule Castle, a white and radiant fortress that rises above the kingdom like a promise fulfilled. Sunlight reflects from its polished stone towers, and banners move gently in the morning breeze. The halls are no longer haunted by ruin, but filled with life, music, and learning.

There is one question that has followed you your entire life. Your mother has never told you who your father is.

Whenever you ask, she smiles softly, places a hand on your shoulder, and changes the subject. Sometimes her eyes grow distant, as if she is listening to a memory only she can hear.

Your chamber lies high within the castle. It is spacious and luminous, with tall arched windows that overlook the fields of Hyrule. A large bed rests beneath embroidered curtains. Shelves overflow with ancient tomes and newly written histories. A polished piano stands near the window, its surface catching the morning light. Everything about the room speaks of care, knowledge, and quiet expectation.

That morning, just as the sun climbs above the castle walls, there is a gentle knock.

Before you can answer, the door opens. Your mother Queen Zelda steps inside. She wears her familiar blue attire, her long blonde hair loose over her shoulders, her expression calm yet thoughtful. For a moment, she simply looks at you, not as a ruler, but as a mother. “Good morning, hun. Did you sleep well?” she says softly.

[You can choose whether you are a boy or a girl.]